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The Mind Control Conspiracy Chapter 6: Confused Desires Sponsored by Asbeoth By Draconicon

The bus ride was long, longer than Sean would have preferred, but it served the twin purposes of allowing him to see if there was anyone following him - there wasn't - and allow him time to think. However, it also tested his patience, and nothing more so than when the Black Hats stepped onto the vehicle.

The fox sat still as the Black Hats boarded the bus, the pair of them impossible to miss. Black bowler hats combined with glasses dark enough to qualify as sun protection marked them as completely different from the average citizen, and everyone else on the bus stiffened and then went limp as soon as they made eye contact. Sean hurried to emulate them, his fingers twitching as he stifled the urge to reach for his own glasses.

They're higher level, they're higher level, he told himself. Even if you put them on, no way you can beat that. Just wait. Wait and see what they want. They might not want you.

He wondered how many other people had thought that before they were taken out of sight by the Black Hats. He wondered how many people remembered that afterward.

The two rabbits walked up and down the aisle of the stopped bus, looking at one person after another. They'd look into one face, stare for somewhere between three and seven seconds, then move on. They never said anything, never took it further.

Not until they came to him.

The rabbit that stopped at his side looked him in the eye for three seconds, then four, five, six, seven...eight...nine...ten...

"Sean Decar, correct?" the rabbit asked.

"Yes," he muttered, hoping that he sounded zonked.

"You were present during the arrest of a fugitive. You will remember this."

You will remember this. That was good. They were commanding him as if he had been told to forget something, and was only now being allowed to remember it. Maybe he had a chance here, after all.

"I remember."

"When the fugitive approached you, he offered you money to get him out of the city. Is that correct?"

"That is correct."

"Did he offer you anything else?"

Sean went through his memories of that moment. It had happened only two days ago, just hours after he had gotten the Authority Enforcement Apparel. The rabbit had been strange, strange and disturbing in the way that he had been so desperate to get out of the city. He'd known something, Sean realized. He'd known something that the Black Hats didn't want him to know.

Now, they were cleaning up loose ends. Had the rabbit said anything? Had he done anything that might get him in trouble with the Black Hats?

The answer was simple, and thankfully non-problematic.

"No. He offered money. That was all."

"And he didn't say anything?"

"Just that he had to get out," he said, trying to keep his voice as low and relaxed as possible. "Nothing more than he had to get out, and he'd pay anything to do it."

"Thank you for your cooperation. You will forget that again."

Sean nodded, pretending to stiffen up a bit the way that other people did when they were under trance and given an order. It must have been convincing, because they left the bus shortly after. They were muttering to themselves as they did, though, which might mean that he wasn't completely out of trouble.

I'm going to have to keep an eye out. Just in case.

He waited for them to leave and for the bus to start before daring to move. The rest of the bus took a little bit longer to come back to life, but he immediately turned, looking out the window. He caught a hint of one long ear as the rabbits got back in their car, but that was all.

Don't follow, don't follow...

They didn't. They turned off the road, and went a completely different direction from the bus route. They weren't going to track him all the way home.

Not that they had to, now. They knew his name, and if they wanted to ask him anything else, they would be able to just come right to his front door and do that very thing. He wanted to curse, but considering the amount of attention the amount of cursing he wanted to do would get him, he forced the anger down.

But at least he knew. At least he knew that they were interested in him for one reason or another. Maybe it would be ended now, but he wasn't going to drop his guard just because of a maybe.

Sean rode the bus halfway towards the suburbs, then hopped off and changed routes. He paid cash, both then and at the next shift. If anyone else besides the government was interested in him - and considering the fact that the rabbit from the first incident must have had associates, that was entirely possible - he didn't want to make it easy to find him.

Eventually, he hopped off the bus about a block from his house. It had taken three hours to get home from the town square with that circuitous route, but he felt better than he would have by taking the direct route. The fox reached down to his pocket, rubbing his fingers along the edges of the glasses in his pocket, but refused to take them out. He needed to make sure that nobody saw him with them that he couldn't immediately control.

As soon as he stepped through the door, Paul was shouting for him. Sean rolled his eyes, kicking off his shoes.

"One second, Paul."

"Hey, come on, I need you back here now."

"I said one second. You know how dad is about anyone tracking dirt through the house."

"Yeah, fuck dad."

Fuck dad. That was something that he hadn't heard Paul say before, and he wondered where that had come from. He hoped that it wasn't indicative of something going wrong with the hypnosis, or worse, that someone had come around and started messing with him for their own ends. Sean finished taking off his socks and walked down the hall to his brother's room.

He shouldn't have worried. Paul had the TV on, porn playing, and the older fox already had his dick in his hand. The whole room smelled of musk, like the older fox had been playing with himself for hours before he had gotten home, and there were numerous tissues at his side. They must have been used for pre-cum only, though, because Paul's balls were heavy enough to be sagging down against the sheets.

It was rather impressive, if he was completely honest. Sean rubbed the back of his neck.

"Looking for another round, then?"

"You fucking bet I am. I didn't get you yesterday, and I saved this all up for you."

This time, there were two hundred dollar bills in his brother's hand, both folded in quarters and both pointed right at him. That would be a couple of hours of work, at the very least, but it would give him plenty of spending money...

If he didn't have an appointment later in the evening. Sean groaned as he remembered that he had made a specific appointment for Jack to come over, and he knew that it would be a poor bit of business practice to shut the horse down. Particularly when he wouldn't be free again until after the weekend.

"I got an hour, Paul," Sean said as he shut the door. "That'll be a hundred."

"Come on. I'm your brother. Can't you do two?"

"Not really. I am a professional, and you'd be cutting into the time that someone else reserved."

"I'll pay double the rate."

The fact that his brother was that addicted to him was flattering, but not enough to make him shift his schedule. Sean knew better than to do that. It was a good short-term gain, but he had seen other whores lose a lot of business in the long-term when they were known as unreliable. He shook his head.

"Sorry, but I can't do that. I can, however, just start now..."

He smiled as he leaned forward, extending his tongue over the tip of his brother's cock. Paul's hand slipped down, pinching just over the top of his knot, pulling it tight against his belly.

The taste of pre-cum was just as strong as it had been before, thick and heavy against his tongue, something warm and slick and just a hint metallic considering just how fresh and plentiful it was. He groaned under his breath, sucking it down, pulling it into his throat and over his tongue, letting it rest there so that he could start getting used to it.

He leaks like a faucet, the younger fox thought. He's going to be breeding someone deep if he ever starts looking at women...

But he doubted that was going to happen. Paul was gay as the day was long, and that meant that he was going to keep humping ass and muzzle for as long as he had the chance to keep it up. Or at least as long as he had the funds to keep paying for it. That was the key point, at this point in time.

He slid forward, kissing his way down the shaft, sucking it over his tongue. The flesh was just as hot and rigid as he remembered, the whole thing slick and wet and salty compared to the way that it normally tasted. He smiled around it, remembering how his brother had been so eager to bury that under his tail the first time, and thinking that they'd probably get a repeat of that tonight.

As he bobbed his head up and down, pushing his lips right to the top of his brother's knot before pulling back, he could hear Paul groaning, grunting, muttering to himself. The sounds of a satisfied customer if ever there were ones, they pushed him to go harder, swallowing the whole thing into his throat - minus the knot - and sucking on it, swallowing around it, pulling it into his neck and massaging it with one hand.

That thick rod felt good in there, and he could tell that Paul loved every bit of attention that he was giving. Sean smirked a bit - at least on the inside - and continued the slow teasing, rubbing his hand along his own throat, feeling the bulge of that thick, heavy piece of meat in there. It was bulging, throbbing, pulsing, shooting pre-cum down his throat into his stomach, filling him up with the thick pre-seed that his brother had to offer.

He pulled back slowly, pressing his lips together tightly, savoring the feeling of his brother's cock throbbing against them, begging to shoot more down his neck. That was what he wanted. That was what he loved.

By the time that he popped his head free of his brother's cock, Paul was growling. The older fox picked his head back up from the bed, glaring down at him, grabbing him by the hair on the scruff of his neck.

"You better...better be ready for a face-fucking."

"Does my brother want that, then?"

"You fucking bet he does."

Paul pulled him back, hard, and Sean let him, allowing the pair of them to shift position. He was shoved back against the foot of his brother's bed, that fat cock slapped against the end of his muzzle a few times before it was rammed right back in.

There was no gagging. This time, he was ready for just how big that cock was. Eight and some inches long, it was more than sufficient for his needs, and it was pumping right past the back of his muzzle and into his throat. He groaned under his breath as he felt the face-fuck get started in earnest, that big cock forcing his lips apart, that knot slapping against the end of his muzzle, those furry balls slapping against his chin.

This was what someone used a whore for, and he loved every second of it. Each time that he took in a breath, he breathed in his brother's hot scent. Thick musk, hot saltiness, a bit of bitterness from just how long he had been jerking off: it was the smell of a man that needed a whore.

A man that needed him, a small part of his brain said, and he swelled with his own excitement. His cock pushed against the front of his pants, the g-string inside barely enough to keep it from staining his jeans.

"Mmmph...mmmph!"

Paul ignored his groans, grabbing him by the sides of his head, pinching the bases of his ears as he started humping harder, faster, deeper. Each thrust took him all the way to that knot, and then further, his lips forced to part for them, his jaw forced to flex and stretch to take part of that huge bulb into his mouth.

He grunted as he felt the strain in his jaw, but didn't fight it. Instead, he made himself relax as much as possible, forcing himself to look at it as the thing that he wanted. This was his goal. If he could take the knot orally, it meant that his brother would have one more thing to want in the future.

The business part of his brain loved that. The rest of him...the rest of him wondered why he needed it so much.

The thought went away as he was pushed further against the mattress, made to take that dick deeper, his head tilted back so far that it ached. He sucked, he slurped, he pressed his tongue firmly against the head every time that it went down his muzzle and into his throat. He swallowed hard, he sucked down salty pre and more as his brother gave it.

In and out, in and out, those balls drawing further and further up his chin with each passing second, reminding him of just how heavy they were, how much of a load his brother had for him. And that knot, that thick knot, forcing his mouth open wider and wider, his jaws aching more and more as he felt it pressing in further than he had ever felt it before -

POP!

In it went, and his eyes went wide as he almost swore that his jaw had dislocated. It hadn't, but it had been pressed right to the edge of what it could take, forcing him to swallow hard, forcing him to grab his brother by the ass to keep him from pulling out and causing damage. The last thing that he needed was for his mouth to feel off, to break his jaw, or worse.

He kept sucking, swallowing, his brother making micro-thrusts against his face, grinding on his tongue, thrusting that tapered tip against the inside of his throat. Sean swallowed it all, gasping, sucking breath through his nose, smelling that thick musk with every ragged breath.

Swallow, suck, swallow, suck -

Swallow.

His brother yipped as he came, squirting a load of cum right down the fox's throat, the incestual cum making his own rod twitch in his pants. He shivered as he forced it to keep going down, swallowing hard, making sure that not a drop came back up from his throat.

A little bit came back to his tongue, giving him that hint of saltiness, but he forced it back again. Creamy and thick, heavy and hot, it went right down to his gut, and he could feel the heat resting there by the time that it was done. He shivered, panting through his nose. It was hard to breathe, but...well, he felt rather accomplished.

Then Paul pulled back. For a split second, Sean swore that his teeth were going to be ripped out along with that knot, but then it popped free, coming out of his mouth with strings of spit connecting him and his older brother, and for the first time in a long time, the whore wheezed as the dick came free.

He coughed, sputtered, and even had to lean forward, rubbing his neck a little bit. Paul chuckled.

"Sorry, man. Thought that you were good at this."

"I am...fuck..."

He rubbed his throat, having to struggle to form words. He hadn't been knotted orally before, and it was a very new, very powerful experience. He didn't know if he wanted to do it again, if he was completely honest, but it had been rather amazing. Something that he could be proud of, if nothing else.

As he slowly came down from the high of low oxygen and ultimate achievement, his brother reached down, pulling him up onto the foot of the bed. As he caught his breath, Paul started flicking the button on Sean's jeans.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, what's a whore got clothes for?"

"I'll be out of them in...in a second."

"Heh, you need me to wait?"

"Just for a bit."

"You got it."

Paul smirked as he leaned back, lifting one leg and rubbing one foot across Sean's face. The underside was a bit sweaty, and no surprise, considering how hot Paul kept his room. The older fox pressed it right against his cheek, the little droplets on the underside sinking into his fur, grinding in.

The smell was enough to keep his cock nice and hard. It wasn't a raw stink, but it was a heavy musk, something that anyone that had a foot fetish for men would appreciate on some level. He smirked, turning his head and licking his brother's toes.

"Heh, foot slut," the other male said.

"You love it."

"Just like you like it when I do it for you."

"Yeah, you suck toes pretty well when you're pounding my ass."

"You were going to cum when I did that, I swear."

"Hey, you were shrimping my toes like they were little cocks."

"Only because you were moaning like a little bitch when I did it."

That was truer than he wanted to admit, and he didn't want to pursue the topic just in case his brother had more teases to use. Instead, he pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the side. It landed with a thump, and so did his jeans afterward. His cock was throbbing hard, pushing the front of his g-string to the side, almost, and he grinned as he moved to straddle his brother's waist.

That thick cock hadn't gone soft in the slightest, and the feeling of that knot starting to reinflate against his ass was just what he needed to keep his libido going. He shifted his position, though, leaning back on his arms and bringing his own bare feet up to the other fox's face. Paul chuckled, letting his muzzle get sandwiched between them.

"What's the matter, bro? Feeling a little small?"

"I don't know, Paul. Maybe you're feeling a bit intimidated about taking a turn underfoot?"

"Hey, you ride my cock, I'll give those toes all the attention you want."

That was just what he was hoping to hear. He dragged his feet up and down his brother's cheeks, letting them get wet just as his own had, and then brought his toes right to his brother's lips. The first lick was just enough to make his cock twitch, throbbing out of his g-string, and he pulled it to the side to let himself hang free.

And then, he started to bounce.

Down, slapping his ass against that cock, feeling it sliding between his ass cheeks. The tapered tip nudged against the base of his tail, the rest of the long rod rubbing between the cheeks, nudging near his hole. He squeezed, his brother groaning, that tongue twitching against his toes.

He lifted himself up, balanced on one hand, guiding the shaft under his hole with the other. He wanted to make this good. He wanted to remind his brother how much fun he was. How much...

How much Paul would need him.

He slammed his hips down, and hard. The feeling that dick pressing between his cheeks was even better than the feeling of his dad doing the same thing. Thicker, hotter, Paul's cock was just...better than his dad's.

Sean rode it, and rode it hard, bouncing with his hips and leaning back on his hands for leverage. His feet were pressed right against his brother's face, keeping Paul down on the bed, but he made sure to keep it from crushing his brother's muzzle. Last thing that he wanted was for his sibling to start feeling pain from it. He wanted this to stay good. He wanted this to stay nice and hot.

Up and down, up and down, each bounce slamming that dick right back into him, reminding his ass of how good it felt. Each time, he felt a squirt of pre-cum shooting into him, a reminder that he'd have to douche before Jack arrived. The other man didn't like the idea of fucking someone with an ass full of cum. It was too 'gay' for him.

But this was just fine for Sean. A good hot fox cock in his ass, a good bit of work, a hundred dollars into his wallet for doing something that he liked doing anyway...yes, it was good.

He ground his feet against his sibling's face, feeling Paul licking toes, then the pads against the bottom of his feet. One lick, then another, then another, lapping, kissing, sucking his sweaty soles. Sean moaned under his breath, fighting the urge to grab his dick.

Up and down, up and down, slapping his ass down on his brother's crotch, feeling that cock, that knot slamming into his hole. There was no bouncing off of that. He took it right to the base, feeling it popping in and out of his ass with each fast slide. His own cock bounced with him, slapping against his brother's belly.

Up and down, up and down. Smack, smack, smack, getting filled, feeling that taut tummy bouncing against his cock. He moaned under his breath, riding faster, harder, his toes curling against his brother's muzzle.

Up and down, up and down, up and down -

POP!

"MMMMM!"

Paul moaned under him, and the sudden surge of seed shooting inside him was all that Sean needed to go over the edge as well. He came hard, his cock jumping up, pointing forward, squirting a thick load all over his brother's chest. They had to be cumming in sync, because every time that he shot a string of seed, he swore he felt Paul's jetting up his ass. One shot, two, three, four, each one going a bit further, a bit deeper.

Feeling the heat in his guts as well as in his stomach from what he had done, he reached down and felt around the base of his brother's knot. No way was that coming out anytime soon, he realized, but the pleasure of being so stretched, so full, was a pleasure and a sense of bliss all its own. He moaned under his breath, rolling his hips back, feeling that knot pressing against his prostate and making his cock bounce a bit on its own.

"Mmmph...fuck..."

Paul moaned under him, his brother's hands rubbing his legs, pushing them apart. He allowed that, moving to straddle his older sibling properly, showing off his cock, his balls, the way that he had taken the whole thing without even struggling. Paul chuckled.

"Damn, you're a hell of a lot better than the other guys I was paying. Why did I wait so long to start buying you?"

"Because you had something in your way."

"Yeah, I guess. But hell, it's been fun."

"You think that I'm going to stop, then?"

"I dunno. Looks like you're filling your calendar with people that aren't me. I might start to feel a bit unwelcome."

"Heh...that's just part of the job. Sometimes they come around all the time. Sometimes, they're nowhere to be found."

That said, he had to admit that he was regretting getting Jack scheduled for this. The shy jock was probably the most boring client that he had, with the only saving grace being that huge cock. The flared end of it was always amazing when it popped out of his ass at the end of their sessions, but other than that...

Well, Jack was just that sort of conservative, experimental college guy, and the feeling of seducing a straight man was great the first time, but after that? Really, it just meant that you were dealing with an amateur. It was like hoping for all those virgins, and then finding out that they all sucked at their job.

A whore was better, any day. He sighed, leaning back and wriggling from side to side. The knot pressed against him just enough to make his prostate groan with pleasure, and that was the secret of -

POP!

The knot came free, and he groaned, immediately clenching down as hard as he could to keep all of his brother's seed inside. The last thing he needed was to make a mess. Paul groaned, his cock flopping down against his belly.

"That wasn't an hour," the other fox said.

"I know, but that's all I can give you. The other half hour after my other client leaves?"

"Dad'll be home."

"What was it you said when I got home?"

"Heh. Fuck dad."

"Fuck dad."

He smiled, then left the room, his tail down to make sure that anything that he couldn't clench around didn't slide out of him. His brother's TV turned back on, the porn playing once more, and he imagined that Paul would be watching it for the rest of the night, edging or even cumming until they were back together again.

There was something about that sort of image that almost felt charming, and he didn't understand why. He did, however, like the feeling that it left him with. The feeling of being wanted.

I guess I should clean up...

He went to the bathroom, and closed the door. Considering how much cum he had shoved up his ass, he was going to be on the toilet for a while.

Twenty minutes and a great deal of douching later, there was a knock on the door. That had to be Jack, he imagined, considering that it was just about time for them to have their session started. He went to the front door, naked as the day he was born, and opened the door.

The horse stared at him, eyes wide. Sean chuckled.

"What's the matter? Still a bit embarrassed?"

"That...that's just...new..."

"Well, I figured you'd like a free view. Let's get inside."

He stepped out of the way, the horse following him in. Jack was already on the way to the fox's room, and Sean followed, making one quick pit-stop to grab his pants from his brother's room. The pants themselves weren't needed, but the glasses were better off staying in his hands. His wallet, too.

He entered his room, tossing his wallet on the dresser and putting the glasses beside it. Making sure that they were both safe from falling off, he turned to Jack -

Only for the horse to stare at the glasses.

Sean looked down at the glasses again, half-afraid that they were broken, but no. They were still in fine shape. There was nothing wrong with them. He looked up again -

Only to be grabbed by the shoulders, shaken by his client. Jack stared him right in the eye, his face twisted in shock.

"You found one? You...you found one?!"

"Whoa, whoa, hold on."

"No, that's different. That - that's not the one that Randy gave you. What...what's going on? Where did you..."

"Jack..."

There was no sign of the shy horse that had been there before, no sign of the easily-embarrassed jock that he had been working with for a while now. There was only this desperate man that needed answers.

Something clicked in his head. Sean's eyes went wide, and he grabbed the horse in return.

"You sent that rabbit to me, didn't you?"

"You - yes, he got to you? What happened?"

"Forget about that. What's going on? Who are you, really? Because this isn't the you that I'm -"

The sudden rumble of a car engine snapped them both out of the conversation, their ears twitching as they whipped their heads around to the front of the house. Sean cursed under his breath.

"Dad's home early."

"He can't see me here."

Again, not fear, but something else. A hunger for answers and explanations. Sean shook his head.

"No, he can't."

"Out the window?"

"For now. Don't pay any attention to the stuff you hear."

"Why -"

"Long story. Just...don't."

Now that he knew that Jack was someone different than what he'd been behaving like at school, there was no telling just what he was, or who. If he found out that Sean and his father were committing incest, then there was every possibility that he'd run to someone further up the food chain and report it. That would lead to a quick deposal of his father, a ransacking of the house, and...

Well, it was just not something that he could risk being found out, particularly with the way that everything else was finally starting to go smoothly. Sean opened his window, and the still-dressed horse jumped out, ducking down to hide in the bushes. The fox looked back and forth, then leaned down.

"Stay around. He'll be out of the picture in another hour or so. Until then, just...be quiet and ignore what you see."

"But -"

"I'll explain after."

Or at the very least, he'd be able to use the glasses to start working out a solution. That was a possibility, and the fact that it'd let him maintain control made it a very appealing sort of possibility.

But he had time to decide. Plenty of time.

He shut the window, vaulting over his bed to the door. No sooner had he stepped into the hall than his father called for him.

"Sean. My room. Now."

"Yes, father."

As his father passed by - not even giving him a passing glance for his nudity - Sean fell into step behind the older fox. He could already see the older male's bulge, knew that his dad was probably expecting more sex after the shenanigans of the day. He wasn't opposed, but he would have preferred his usual customer.

Aston opened the doors, made his way to the bed, and then sat down at the foot of it. He extended one leg, nodding down.

"Undress me. You can start at the bottom and work your way up."

"Since when was I a slave as well as a whore?"

"Since you needed to start paying off those glasses. Now, start. After the first round, we'll discuss how you did, and where you can improve. And after that, we'll discuss where we're going next."

All business, as ever. Then again, what else could one expect from someone like the deputy mayor of the city?

The End