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The Mind Control Conspiracy

Chapter 2: Getting Brother's Number

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By Draconicon

Sean checked the glasses for the third time as he walked down the hallway, making sure that the 'AEA', or Authority Enforcement Apparel, was still online. Even with the flicker of light from his side of the lenses, he couldn't help but feel anxious at the thought of them turning off just when he started to use them.

It's for science, he thought. Science and...business.

He thought about how most people would have blushed or hesitated at the idea of using mind control on their brother, or any family member for that matter. It probably should have been a bigger deal to him, too, but...

Well, if one worked in sex long enough, the standard 'squicks' didn't really apply anymore. It became part of the job, and you just got used to doing the weird stuff as well as the fun stuff. Sometimes the weird stuff got fun.

The fox rounded the corner, his brother looking up from the couch. Paul's eyes flicked across his tip, the older fox rolling his eyes.

"What's with you and the tight clothes, bro? I swear, you're just trying to get attention."

"What's wrong with that?"

"You do that too much, and the Black Hats will come after ya."

"Heh, I don't think they're going to come after me. Not unless they feel the need for a hot piece of ass."

He was barely thinking about the stuff he was saying, paying more attention to the lenses and the tutorial that had just popped up on his side. He was supposed to keep eye-contact going, and that meant that he had to keep talking, keep his brother looking at him. There was a progress bar over Paul's head already, showing that they were about thirty-percent towards full connection.

Faster than I thought, but then again, he's probably been put under a number of times. Why not me, though?

That was a question for another time. Something that his father might be able to answer if Sean could find a way to ask him without risking suspicion. Later.

For now, he had to make sure that his brother actually slipped into trance properly. As the older fox turned around to look at the TV, he hopped over the back of the couch, sitting down beside him.

"What were you up to today? Grabbing more girls?" he teased.

"Heh, hardly. Getting ready for my exams."

"You're taking exams? You're not even in school."

Pop. There was a file that entered his vision at the corner of the right lens. A glance at it opened it up, sending the shocking - literally and metaphorically - information through his skull and into his brain.

He hid the wince from the pain, but it was the information that came with it that nearly broke his poker face. His jaw would have dropped at seeing his brother's signature on a recruiter form, knowing that Paul had signed up for the military.

Oh...

His eyes widened behind the lenses as his brother looked at him again, nodding, starting to explain, but he barely heard it.

The Federation had been at more or less continual war with one country or the other at their borders for the last twenty or thirty years, according to the history teachers. Sometimes it was one, sometimes it was the other, but there was never a consistent narrative as far as he had been able to determine. Everyone acted as if it had always been the one, and the other had always been their ally.

If his brother signed up for the war...

"They offered a great bonus, and said that I could avoid the worst if I signed up instead of waiting to be drafted," Paul said.

"You're kidding me. You've gotta be kidding me."

"Hey, dad's all for it."

"He knows?!"

"He was the one that suggested it, bro. Heh. How's it gonna feel to tell people that your big brother's a soldier?"

If there hadn't been a reason to use the glasses before, there sure as hell was now. The progress bar finally clicked over to a complete link, and he narrowed his eyes as the different subroutine options flickered across his vision. Sean snared the first broad-spectrum one that he found.

_ Trance.exe. _

Just like that, his grinning brother stiffened up, his back going straight while his face went slack. Just like the other students in class. He sat there, staring straight ahead, his eyes glazed over slightly.

Well...it works.

But that was only part of it, he knew. He had to take this further, had to dig down deeper to see why his brother thought that going into the military was a good idea. There had to be some reason, since there was no way that Paul had ever come up with it on his own. He wasn't patriotic, and while his brother was far from a coward, he wasn't the sort of person that would throw his life on the line like that.

Someone must have gotten to him. Maybe their father, maybe someone else in authority, but there was no way that his brother would have signed that paper without being pushed toward it. Nor would he have been proud of it, either.

"Paul. When did you sign that paper?"

"Uh, that was...four days ago?"

Four days. That meant that he'd normally be shipped out within a month. They had a few weeks until the end of this one, which meant that they had a little bit of time to sort this out. Hopefully, that would be enough.

"Tonight, I want you to write down everything that you remember from that day. You're going to tell me what you talked to dad about. You're going to write down the address of the recruiter office that you went to. You're going to write down everything, give me the paper, and then you're going to forget about it. Repeat."

"I'm going to write down everything I remember from that day," Paul said, his voice droning and low compared to his normal, rather boisterous sort of tone. "I will write down what I talked to dad about, what recruiter office I went to, everything. I will give it to you, and then forget about it."

"Good. Remember that. Tag it as vital. Store. Save."

He was babbling as he tried to figure his way through his, his head already spinning at both the new information and the fact that his brother was so firmly in his control. It was...well, it obviously wasn't impossible, as he had seen his other students act like this before, as well as most of the different menial labor and low level employees throughout the city act like this in front of their managers. He'd even see Paul act like this in front of their father more than once.

But to be the one to start it...

He reached up for his glasses, then stopped. He remembered his professor making everyone close their eyes before taking his off, and figured that there must have been a reason for it. Other than hiding what the glasses did, he imagined.

Sean pulled his hand back down, shaking his head.

"Okay. Are there any other surprises you have for more, Paul? Anything that you haven't told me before?"

"I'm hiring a whore tonight. I want you to leave. I want you to go to the movies or go somewhere else so that I can bring a big-assed slut back here and bang them over the couch, or in dad's room, or yours."

His brother's droning voice very nearly took the sexy out of the idea, but the more that he heard, the more that he started to smile. Now they were back on familiar ground.

"You like whores that much?" he asked.

"I prefer them. Better than dating people. No expectations besides getting fucked hard," Paul confessed.

"Do you ever buy females?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I like to have anal. And the females are more expensive for that, and they don't like it when I smell a bit strong."

"They make you shower first even though you pay them?" he asked. "Why, that's hardly professional."

"..."

No question, no statement, so there was no response. Right, it was a trance, so he had to be more direct with his brother rather than being quite so flirtatious.

He was surprising himself, honestly. Despite being in college, he'd never gotten so far as having boyfriends or anything like that. There were a few repeat clients, yes, people that he'd gotten fond of - including Jack, to an extent - but that was as far as it got. The guys that had bigger dicks tended to hold his attention a bit longer, too, but again, nothing like having a boyfriend from what he had heard.

And it wasn't like he had a crush on his brother or anything. There was a sense of jealousy that there were other whores that had made their way into his house and gotten fucked by someone here, but that was professional pride more than anything else. He shouldn't have to compete with others for attention.

So why do I...

He looked at his brother, entranced and helpless, and he had to admit that there was a part of him that liked taking some control away from others. He'd seen it happening, been an outsider to the whole of society that had been under someone else's control for who knew how long. He had watched it progress, seen what it did to those that it gripped in its claws, and now...

Now he had the power to do the same thing to whoever he wanted. Well, as long as they weren't wearing the glasses, too.

He looked his brother over again, thinking it through as rationally as he could.

Was there any attraction to him? Not really, not so far as to have him as a boyfriend or anything like that. There was some lust, enhanced by the fact that he had seen his brother's dick pics and knew that he was a nice big fox, but that was as far as that went.

Did he want to have his brother on top of him? Sort of, particularly since Paul wanted to have someone to fuck in Sean's bed, and why not just use him for that, if he was going to use anyone?

Did he want the money? In a word, yes.

"So, have you ever thought of fucking me?" he asked, managing to ask it without a blush or a hitch in his voice. It was just business, after all.

There was, however, a little twitch in his brother's face. Not much of one, but something, something that made it look like the trance might have been at risk of breaking. The AEA answered his unspoken question.

Bond with subject shifting. Reestablishing connection.

So, there were things that could take a while to actually fit into the head. People could be programmed, but if they were pushed too hard, too fast, then they had ways of breaking out of the programming, shifting away from the things that they were being made to do. Sort of a safety vent, he imagined, something to keep someone from breaking under the pressure that they were being put under.

It was worth knowing, and rather fascinating, at the same time. He wondered if the rabbit had been one of those, now that he thought about it.

The connection established again, Paul was forced to answer the question.

"Once or twice, but thought that you'd be sickened by it. Dad said to keep my hands off you, too."

"Heh, did he, now? Did he say why?"

"No. He said that you were being saved for something. That was all."

Saved, hmm? Now that was interesting. His father was the deputy mayor of the city, which meant that his dad had plenty of connections among the city politicians, but he somehow doubted that he was being saved to be someone's boy toy. That seemed a little too convenient, not to mention something that could easily be done for cheaper.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he didn't seem to have that same programming as everyone else. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he wasn't getting put into trance day in and day out.

Or maybe he was overthinking things, and his dad had something in mind that just didn't involve one gay son using the other.

"Well, what if I told you that I want you to buy me?"

"I'd ask how much that cheap-looking ass costs."

"Heh."

He twitched, one eye half-closed as he play-glared at his brother. Cheap, his left foot. He had trained his ass to be...

No, better not to go down that direction. Just because he was a professional prostitute didn't mean that he had to get all prideful about it. He needed to make sure that he gave his brother what he needed, and he needed to make sure that he got what he needed in return.

He rubbed his rump as he got to his feet, sliding his fingers into his booty shorts and rubbing his ass as he slowly turned around. The glasses warned him that the connection was going to start to fade, but he figured it would be alright for a few seconds.

"How do you like the look of this ass, bro? You like the idea of me bouncing this big, fluffy butt right on your lap?"

"Mmph...I'd make you take a knot so fast, slut..."

"I bet you would. You know what?"

"What?"

"I can knot-fuck. I know how."

"Nnngh..."

"You want to know something else?"

"What?"

"I like musky guys..."

He turned around, reestablishing the connection with his brother's mind. The slightly zonked male went back to full trance again, staring straight ahead, his eyes half-blank and his mouth open. More than that, though, his pants were tenting.

It really doesn't take much, when you get right down to it, he thought, shaking his head at his brother's bulge. It was quite substantial, pushing down his pants leg, and the base was already starting to thicken with the hint of a knot. It wouldn't take long before Paul was ready to start knot-fucking him, that was for sure.

"Let's get up to my room, then."

He made Paul stand at the door while he stripped off his clothes, getting all the way down to the thong that he wore for underwear these days. Sean laid down on his bed, one foot pointed out towards his brother, the other leg pulled up to his chest. He spread his ass cheeks, making sure to fiddle with the string of the thong, making it rub against his pucker as he clenched and released it.

That made his brother's bulge that much harder, and he chuckled to himself.

"You got cash, bro?"

"Nnngh...I got some."

"How much?"

"Two hundred."

"Give me half, and you get to use me all night long."

"Mmmph...fuck..."

"Do you want to fuck your little brother?" he asked with a small, teasing chuckle.

"God, it's wrong."

"Do you want to?"

"Yes."

"Then take out the money."

His brother moved in stiff, robotic fashion, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. The bills came free, the green cloth flopping down on the nightstand beside Sean's bed. His older brother was panting, his eyes still down to slits.

And yet, at the same time, he looked like he was embarrassed, like he couldn't believe he was doing this, like the trance was the main part that was keeping him there rather than running out in shame.

I'm going to need to fix that...

He pressed his finger to the side of the glasses, and the AEA pushed more information into his head, how to program in sub-routines. He stared up at his brother, and pulled out the list of what was already there.

Surprisingly, one of the sub-routines actually did involve prostitution, or at least the buying of them. Sean ran down the list, seeing what the programmed behaviors were - buying prostitutes, paying them at the going rate, an accepted list of names and numbers for those that his brother could buy - and was rather surprised to find that his dad's name was down at the bottom for the 'admin' that had put the program in.

The fact that his dad had taken that active a step in his son's life, starting up a business for the prostitutes in the area by giving them a guaranteed client, was something that was weird enough. But then again, maybe it was a way of keeping them apart, if there was something that his brother wanted and his father didn't.

He put it out of his head for the moment. He had some editing privileges, though not as many as he hoped for. However, while there wasn't enough to erase the different whore names that were on the list, he was able to add his own and bump it to the top of the priority list, making it clear that his brother would want to hire him and use him over all the other whores that were available.

And considering that he was always available...

Hmmm, I wonder...

He went back to his brother's personnel file, the one that he had gotten when he had first put on the glasses. Just as he expected, there were editable slots on the page. Not many, for his level of clearance, but his brother was so low on the hierarchy that most people would be able to edit his character sheet, for lack of a better word.

He scrolled down to the fetish list at the bottom of the page, and he added one that wasn't already there. Incest would make this easier.

Closing the page, he looked at his brother, and this time, there was a wide grin beneath the tired expression. He smiled, knowing that things were going to get much more interesting.

"You want to fuck me, bro?" Sean asked, knowing the answer.

"Fuck yes."

"Heh, I bet you want to do other things, too."

"You know, if I'm paying you a hundred, I better have the chance to play out all the different fantasies."

"I want to see what you got. I've been a little...bored lately," Sean admitted. "All the other clients want is a bit of a blowjob and then some anal. Think you can entertain your little brother better than that?"

"Heh, I know I can."

"Okay...let's find out."

_ End trance.exe. _

His brother grunted, coming out of the moment, and stared down at him. The other fox looked at the money on the nightstand, then back at him, then grinned wider.

"Heh, looks like I own you for the night, little bro."

"Looks like you do. So, what are you going to do to little old me?"

"I'm going to be right back."

Paul left without another word, and Sean blinked. Had something gone wrong with the hypnosis? Had there been something off with what he said? Had he put his name down at the bottom of the list rather than up at the top?

His questions were answered when his brother came back with a chest full of stuff, with handcuffs and armbinders, with crops and with collars, and with a leash. Sean's eyes went wide at that, and he slowly began to grow a grin of his own.

"Now, how about you be a good boy, bro, and get outta bed for me?" Paul asked.

It didn't take long to slide him into the various bits of equipment, and by the time that he was properly attired, Sean was more than ready for some fun. His cock stood out at six and a half inches, pushing forward from his sheath and bobbing up and down in wet excitement. His cock was dripping all over the place, and his balls were slowly rising up, bouncing on their own, too.

His arms were pulled behind him, strapped down against his back and lashed against each other. There was no pulling them apart, no using them to get his balance back as he was made to stand there. His legs were kept apart by a leg-spreader, and the soft leather against his ankles was, surprisingly, rather comfortable.

Paul grabbed him by the collar, yanking his head back as his brother stepped up behind him. The pressure and warmth of his older brother against his back, the bulge against his ass, was all he needed to start feeling the need to give himself to the older fox.

"Mmmph...you want it, bro?" he muttered.

"I want it, slut. I want you to fucking learn your place...I want to be as rough as I can with you."

"God, you better be."

"Heh...then get down."

His brother shoved him to the floor, and Sean groaned as he hit the ground shoulder-first. The carpet kept it from hurting, and he knew how to fall so that he didn't hurt himself. His brother walked around him, sitting on his bed, and Paul smirked as he started pulling off his socks.

One musky foot was held out to him, the underside smooth and plantigrade, a few pads along the ball of the foot and along the toes. The underside was sweaty, damp, and he groaned as he was forced to breathe it in as his brother shoved the toes against his nose.

"That's it, whore. You want to serve your bro? Then start licking. Show me that you deserve the chance to take my cock."

"Mmmph...yes, bro."

Sean grinned as he dragged his tongue along those damp toes, pulling them apart with gentle licks and then sucking on the different toes one by one. He tasted them, he cleaned them, he moaned around them as his cock throbbed harder and harder.

He hadn't been kidding when he said that most of his clients had been rather boring of late. Even Jack, for all the size that he had and the fun of 'corrupting' a 'straight' guy, was only in it for the blowjobs and the anal. It was a fun feeling to have something that big inside of you, but without some extra stuff, it got boring real quick.

Not like this.

He turned his head, dragging his tongue along the bottom of his brother's foot, licking from heel to toe and leaving a wet, clean line between the damp, sweaty bits of flesh. He groaned as he relished his position under his brother's foot, even as some of the musky smell started clinging to his face.

One lick, two, three, panting as he moaned to himself. His brother shifted around, pushing his foot against Sean's face that much more firmly, and the fox panted as he took it in, enjoying the pressure on his face, the dominance from his older brother.

"Heh, you're better than most of the whores, little bro. I thought you'd be a bit more...amateurish."

"I know what I'm doing. I've been supporting myself for a while."

"Heh, that so? Think you can take my dick?"

"I know I can."

"Then let's prove it."

The foot came down, and Paul unzipped his pants. That big, fat dick came out, steel hard and black as sin, the tapered tip already dripping with pre-cum and looking like it was ready to pop. He grinned at the sight of it, leaning in and sniffing along the side of the shaft.

The thick, heavy scent of the other fox's manhood was just what he wanted. A little unwashed, a day without a shower without going too far as to get a serious case of BO. It was enough to make his head spin and his cock throb, and best of all, to be better than all those other clients.

I can make my job a breeze, now, he thought, thinking of what the glasses could do. Make all my clients pay a bit more, do more fun stuff...be more like tops rather than nervous nellies...

The thought was enough to make his cock twitch, slap against his belly...And then his brother took charge again.

Sean gasped as he felt the fingers pulling at him, dragging through his head-fuzz and then shoving him down on that big, fat, black cock. He gagged for a moment from the sheer shock of it before he adjusted, swallowing hard as he shoved his face forward again and again, taking the eight-inch and a bit dick into his throat. In and out, in and out, the pointed tip battering against his gag reflex and forcing it to submit.

He coughed the first few thrusts, drooling around it, but then he started taking it properly, forcing his face forward in time with his brother's forceful thrusts. Each time he felt that knot slapping against his lips, he opened his mouth a bit wider, seeing if Paul was going to try and knot his face.

He tasted pre-cum, he tasted sweat, he tasted cock. It was all the stuff that he loved in his job, and his brother was giving it to him just the way he wanted.

Suddenly, Paul yanked him back, and Sean gasped for breath as he was held right at the tip of his brother's cock. The older fox slapped him across the face with his dick, once, twice, three times.

"You're just a little cock whore, huh? Aren't you?"

"Yes, sir, just a little cock whore. Your cock whore, bro."

"Yeah, you can take it. Take it better than any of the other whores. Get up here, bitch. Get the fuck up here."

With a bit of 'help' from Paul, he managed to get up on the bed. He was shoved down again, his ass in the air, his arms still pinned against his back, his legs still spread wide with that bar. He felt a finger under his tail, rubbing on his hole, then two fingers slid into him, completely dry. He hissed, but not in pain.

"Fuck, you're not kidding that you're a cock whore. Who knew that my little bro could take it so well?"

"Heh...told you I can take it..."

"You better be able to. I'm not waiting."

That tapered tip found his hole, and he grinned in anticipation, hiding his smile against the blankets. This was so, so wrong, but it was so fun at the same time. His brother, his own brother, couldn't resist paying him for his ass.

The pointed tip of Paul's cock slowly pushed him open, sliding inside and then forcing his hole to expand little by little. The feeling of that hot shaft was just what he wanted, just what he expected.

And then, it went in all at once, the knot slapping against his rim. The sudden, hard thrust knocked the wind right out of his lungs, as well as a certain amount of his cockiness, and he groaned into the pillows as Paul ground against his ass, that knot pressing right against his sensitive rim.

"Heh, surprised you, didn't I?"

"Maybe - mmph - a little."

A little, his left foot. That was a huge dick. Fatter than it looked, too, nearly as wide around as Jack was, and probably going to be even bigger once that knot got past his hole. He panted under his breath, taking a few deep breaths even as his ass continued to clench and squeeze across that shaft.

He wasn't allowed his normal time to get used to it, either. Paul was already moving, the older fox pulling out and it felt like he was dragging Sean's ass out with him. The younger fox gasped for breath, his fingers clenching into fists at the small of his back.

THUMP! Then it was back in again, and the air was knocked right back out of his lungs.

Back out, then back in, out and in, out and in, out, in, out, in, each one getting faster than the last. Sean managed to find his footing, so to speak, and he was able to start rocking back against it, but even that took more effort than usual.

Bondage, incest, musk, rough sex...

This was the sort of thing he wanted. This was the sort of thing that he needed in his job. It'd spice everything up, make it all fun again.

He rocked his hips back, meeting every thrust, feeling that knot slapping against his hole. It was right on the verge of popping in, starting to force him open that little bit more each time. That hot, hard stretch was just what he needed, and his cock oozed pre-cum against his belly and his sheets by turns.

"Heh, gonna knot you, bro. Good thing you're not a female, or this'd get us both in hot water."

"Nnngh...just...stuff it in!"

"You got it."

And on the next thrust, the grinding, hard pressure against his pucker increased, all the weight that his brother could put behind it slamming against him. He held his breath, feeling his hole go wider, wider, and wider still -

POP!

Before the knot popped in. The sudden pressure on his prostate pushed him right over the edge, and he came hard, shooting his load all over the bed, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as the hot, thick flood of seed in his ass confirmed that he'd done his job well.

His brother surprised him again by pulling out, popping that knot free. He groaned in pleasure-pain, only to yelp as he was rolled over, his legs held up in the air as his older brother looked down at him.

Another piece of information flicked into his glasses, one that he wished he'd seen in the reports before.

_ Complaint against Subject Paul Decar from Prostitute Nick Nash. Abuse to anus from multiple rounds of sex. Stated that 'It was like he had no refractory period.' _

"Oh..."

"Heh, what's the matter, bro? I thought you knew how to knot-fuck."

"Heh, I do." I just usually do that before I cum. But hey, challenges. "Show me what you got."

"Oh, don't worry." Paul smirked, turning his head to lick along his brother's sole. Sean moaned softly, curling his toes. "I will..."

The End