Foxes On Fire By Byron Lucas Renard didn’t know what he had got himself into. Despite being a twenty three year old adult he still sought the approval of his parents. His parents didn’t approve of his “choice” to be a homosexual. He had been outed in his teens when his mother had found a gay porn magazine while cleaning his room. He knew he was in trouble when he had come home from school with both his mother and father waiting for him. He was caught and after an hour or so of yelling at each other he had confessed in tears that he was gay. Needless to say his life was turned into a living hell ever since. As much as his father had tried to belt the “limp wrist” out of him or his mother with her calls for him to join the priesthood nothing seemed to work. He left home as soon as he turned eighteen but he still loved his parents. Now years later he had been given an ultimatum. Complete the “Foxes on Fire” gay conversion therapy course or be disowned. Renard didn’t want to be cast out from his family forever. He knew they loved him and they were just scared for his soul. The Foxes on Fire course was a camp for adults “confused” with their gender or sexuality. The main gist of it was that overbearing mothers and distant fathers caused furs to deviate from their gender and sexual norms. The program was designed to fix the inductees through gender appropriate hard work and prayer. That was where he was now at the Foxes on Fire ranch out in the sticks. The camp was run in a boot camp style affair. With pastors waking him and the other inductees up at seven o’clock in the morning for roll call. After roll call a breakfast was served that consisted of tasteless gruel. The day was structured to kept the inductees busy with vigorous work split up with scripture study. All designed to “reconnect” him with their faith and proper sexuality. The program was structured into three levels. With each level having more privileges than the last. So far Renard was on level three the beginner level. He was doing this for his parents and he wasn’t too enthusiastic. That had caused him to get into trouble. He had made a snide comment that was overheard by one of the pastors. He was kicked out of his dorm and into the punishment room. The punishment room was a single room shack that was far away from the main camp. It had a comfy bed and a window high up on the wall to let in natural light. It was intended to be a solitary confinement area. It wasn’t barbaric he had an intercom to call other furs if he needed something and it was clean. It was quite a well built room. To tell the truth Renard didn’t mind the punishment room. It was away from the snoring of his fellow inductees. He was also alone since the first time he had arrived. It was great to have some peace and quiet. They had sent him here in just his night uniform because he was to go back to his dorm tomorrow night. The moonlight cast a blue glow over the room. As a fox he could see quite clearly in the low light. It was about a hour or so since lights out and he hadn’t heard a noise in that much time. He was relaxing under his blanket. Renard's ears searched for any sound to indicate he wasn’t alone. He was greeted by silence. His mind began wandering he was alone and it was a chance to have some alone time. Sex and masturbation were strictly off limits. So much so that inductees had to sleep with both hand paws above the covers at all times just in case they rubbed one out while they pretended to sleep. In fact some of the inductees were here because they were “addicted” to porn. Renard had rolled his eyes at all the anti-sex propaganda of no sex before marriage and how masturbation was a sin. Fornicators wouldn't enter the kingdom of heaven. He just had to play along until the program was over. If he wanted some paw time he had to be careful sometimes they did night inspections. The camp pastors came into the dorms and made sure everyone had their paws where they could be seen. He thought it was absurd grown men treated like naughty children. He was already in trouble for back talk. Should he really put himself at risk? He was laying in bed thinking about his options. He hadn’t had the chance to take care of his male needs since before he had arrived. He might not have this chance again for quite some time. He had the advantage in that he was far enough away from the main buildings to hear if anyone was walking towards his building. He would have enough time to conceal what he was up to if he heard another fur approaching. It was like back when he was living at home finding the right time to paw off and keeping an ear out for someone interrupting him. He decided that he was going to do it. He was a cunning fox and could dupe these religious types easily he figured. First he began slipping his right hand paw under the blanket. He stopped to listen. Nothing but his breathing. The program’s bedtime uniform consisted of a pair of tighty whities and a short gray tee shirt. His undies the only thing barring him from access to his genitals. He slowly reached down with his hand paw and slowly ran his it over the bulge of his sheath encased in the thin fabric of his undies. He pressed the paw tipped fingers of his hand paw into his groin. Next he traced the outline of his balls. This was heaven a chance for a bit of stress relief so he wasn’t in any hurry. He felt and fondled himself slowly keeping an ear perked for anyone coming to disturb his session. The gentle touch of his hand paw was starting to have an effect. Just the tip of his tapered canine penis had popped out from his sheath. Fondling himself through his underwear was good but he needed to breach the thin fabric. He ran a claw under the waistband of his briefs. He had to take them off eventually but for now he was just going to probe inside them. He pushed a finger under the waistband slowly lifting making room for the rest of his hand paw. He slipped his hand paw inside. A finger searched out for the sensitive flesh at the tip of his penis. Just before finding his cock tip he paused. He checked again for a sound. Nothing but his deeper breathing. He ran a paw pad over the tip of his penis. This was what he needed. Slowly he tested his fox cock bringing it to life. More of it’s length came out. He was slowly pumping it enjoying the simple pleasure of masturbation. The sensitive flesh tented inside his underwear. The cotton of his briefs were starting to chafe his urethra. They had to go. He brought his left hand paw down under the blanket and reached down for the waistband of his undies. He pushed himself up off the bed and pushed down his undies while remaining under the covers. His underwear fell down between his legs out of reach. His erection bobbed free. Now that was better. He brought his right hand paw up to his muzzle. He couldn’t help himself but sniff. He huffed in his scent it wasn’t dirty or nasty it carried his musk of manhood. He lapped at his hand paw with his flexible tongue. For his final act he wanted his paw nice and slick to pump himself to completion. As he licked the pads of his paw he tested the salty pre a taste he had grown to love and crave. The wet slurping noise was adding to his excitement. With his paw well sodden with his saliva he returned it under his blanket. He was careful not to rub any of his improvised lube off onto his blanket. He found his stiff twitching penis, knot and all. He spread out his lube over his red rocket. It was cleared for blast off. The noise that his slick hand paw made as it stoked his cock filled the small room. He bit back a moan as a dribble of pre cum added to his slickness. His ears twitched. There was a new sound. Renard froze to listen. The sound was coming from outside It was the sound of two pairs of foot paws walking this way. Shit! Not now. He was so close. In a panic he threw the blanket back. Quickly he composed himself and pulled the blanket over his body. He remembered to place his hand paws on the top of his blanket. It was too late to pull up his undies as they had fallen between his foot paws. He just had to hope they wouldn’t rouse him out of bed. His erection smeared wetness under the covers. He willed it to go soft but whoever was outside was almost at his door. He closed his eyes and went stiff as a board as he heard the door being unlocked. Just in time because he heard the door to the room open. It took all has willpower to take deep breaths and stay nice and still. It felt like an hour waiting in the darkness but if wouldn’t have been that long in reality. He heard one of the two furs take a soft step into his room. What felt like two minutes passed. Renard felt self conscious what if they spotted the wet and matted fur on his paw? Thankfully the prospect of getting caught had doused the fire in his loins and Renard felt his erection fade quite quickly. He heard the figure in his room shift their weight and turn to leave. The door was quietly closed and locked again. Renard held onto his sigh of relief for another two minutes just to be sure. He could hear the footsteps outside this time walking away. Their sound beginning to fade. He waited until he couldn't make out the sound anymore and then an extra minute just to be sure. He slowly opened his eyes to make sure he was alone. Part of him felt this was ridiculous hiding his sexual urges like a teenager. Soon Renard felt a thrill run down his spine he had beat them. They wouldn’t check on him at least for awhile perhaps this was the only time that they would. He now had the time alone to finish masturbating in peace. That filled him with the confidence to finish what he started. He brought one of his fingers of his right hand paw to his muzzle and started to suck. It was time for some sheath play now that his interrupters had left. He was soft again but at least he didn’t have his undies in the way. He brought his slick finger down to his sheath. He just loved doing this now that he had some proper alone time he could indulge. He teased his paw tipped finger inside his sheath. He inhaled sharply at the sensation. His paw pad rubbed over the head of his penis. He cycled it going round and round. He moaned loudly. He couldn’t help himself he just loved the sensation of the sensitive skin of his sheath as he toyed with it. The only problem was how quickly his penis engorged and pushed out his probing finger. It didn’t take long for his erection to return. His well versed hand paw gently tugged and squeezed. He was getting nice and hard his bulbous knot was just about to break free. A few more tugs that’s it. He reached down and squeezed his knot. Suddenly the door threw open. The main light to the room was switched on. Renard was blinded by the sudden light his eyes used to the darkness. It all happened too fast his blanket was wrenched away exposing what he was doing. He had been caught there was no denying it. He desperately tried to pull down his tee shirt over his exposed erection but it was much too short. He felt the heat of shame raise to his face. Fear coursed through him. Not helped by the fact his unknown assailants hadn’t said anything yet. Slowly Renard's eyes adjusted to the light of the room. Across the way standing in the doorway was a silver fox with bright golden eyes. Standing next to the bed was a red fox who Renard recognised as Jack one of the pastors at Foxes on Fire. Renard fumbled for his underwear and pulled them up to cover his nude lower half. Covering his still semi hard penis. He couldn’t look either of them in the eye. The shame of being caught pleasuring himself was almost overwhelming. It was made more awkward because the two visitors hadn’t even voiced disgust or anything at all for that matter. The silver fox pulled the door closed behind him. Renard jumped at the soft noise. Renard looked up wide eyed at the silver fox he noticed that he had a duffel bag strapped over one of his shoulders. “Renard I know you must be embarrassed but this is quite routine.” said Jack. Renard didn’t respond besides turning to face Jack's direction. “You're not the first masturbating inductee we’ve caught in the act.” said Jack. “I wasn’t-” Renard began. “Renard we know furs put into the punishment room often take the chance to masturbate. They like to think that we forget about them in here.” interrupted Jack. Renard gulped he wasn’t going to bullshit his way out of this. “In fact we catch many of our inductees masturbating in the punishment room. It’s quite a fun setup. The quite private building away from the rest of the camp. Being away from the prying eyes of their roommates.” said Jack. Renard was surprised by how enthusiastic he sounded. It was like he was talking about a grand hunt. "It lulls them into a false sense of security. A naughty paw slips down for just a comforting touch. That's how it all starts just a touch and clutch. That temptation, the pleasures of the flesh. They just can't stop wanting more." said Jack. Renard decided to keep silent he was already in deep and didn't want to provoke Jack by interrupting him. “The best part is when we check on them for that first time. We know that the fur cooped up in here is in the midst of pleasuring themselves when we arrive. They hurry to hide what they've been up to." Jack explained. "We could catch them then and there but that’s no fun. No, we just need to pretend to leave, wait just long enough then we pounce.” said Jack. As he said pounce he made a motion with his hand paws like that of a wild fox pouncing. On the one paw Renard was relieved Jack wasn’t yelling at him about sin and damnation but on the other he sounded just a bit too excited. Jack smile faded as he looked at Renard. “Come on you’re a fox you should appreciate a good hunting tale.” Jack said. The silver fox unzipped his duffel bag. He pulled out a tan belt that turned out to be a medical style restraint. He pulled out three more and unrolled them. Renard’s eyes went wide. Jack stepped closer and leaned down placing a hand paw gently on Renard’s chest. Renard jumped at the sudden contact. This was too much they wouldn’t strap him down like in a psych ward would they? “Renard there’s nothing to fear. We just need to restrain those naughty paws.” Jack said in a calm voice. He gently stroked Renards chest. “I’m sorry I won’t do that again!” said Renard. “You had your chance to behave. You paws went straight to the lustful carnal delights of your sex.” said the silver fox. “I won’t -” said Renard. “This isn’t a negotiation we are going to strap down those wandering paws for the night. It’s for your own good.” said Jack his voice firm. Renard gulped there wasn’t anyway out of this even if he fought his way past these two he was still in the camp far away from civilization. He was going to have to comply because he didn’t know how violent they would get if he put up a fight. The silver fox handed Jack a strap and they set about attaching the straps to the bars of the bed. They attached the straps to the metal bars that made up the head and foot of the bed. Soon the straps were open and ready for their captive. The two foxes loomed over Renard. “It will go much easier for you if you go nice and limp. There’s no need to put up a fight.” said the silver fox. Renard was breathing quickly far from relaxed but he forced his limbs to go loose and limp. The pair of foxes set about strapping him down. First his right hand paw then his left. They had been strapped wide apart. They moved down to his foot paws repeating the process so that when the foxes had finished he was spread eagle each limb pointing towards a corner of the bed tightly strapped so that he could hardly move. Jack paused to look at his handiwork. “That’s much better those paws will stay out of trouble now.” he said. Jack knelt down next to the bed. He leaned over to where Renard’s right hand paw was strapped down. He sniffed it twice he stood up and walked around to Renard’s other side. He repeated the process with his other hand paw. Renard felt the breath flow past his sensitive paw pads. Renard’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched Jack as this was going on. Jack came back around to Renard’s right side and knelt down next to him. He turned to the silver fox. “Thanks for your help Ben. I’m going to work with Renard on his masturbation problem. I will call you on the intercom if I need you.” he said. Ben the silver fox left the room closing the door behind him. Silence fell heavily on the small room for several moments. “It’s your right hand paw.” said Jack suddenly. Renard thought for a moment. “What?” he asked. “It’s your right hand paw that you prefer to masturbate with. I could smell the musk from your sheath and balls it permeates the fur and pads of that hand paw.” said Jack his tone was like he was reading off a shopping list. Renard couldn’t believe at how awkward this conversation was getting. It wasn’t something that one talked about especially with a pastor who he barely knew. He kept silent. “Am I embarrassing you by knowing the paw you use to touch yourself with? Masturbators always think they can hide what they get up to.” said Jack. Rage flashed up from Renard’s chest. Who was this busy body to tell me what I was allowed to do with my body? He bit his tongue seeing no point in arguing. Jack was trying to provoke him. “That paw has got you in trouble. Putting it somewhere it shouldn’t be.” said Jack. Renard couldn't help but let out a snort of contempt. “Hmm... Ben left his bag behind I wonder if he left anything inside?” Jack asked himself. He stood up and went over to the bag on the ground. He fished around inside. He pulled out something. Renard couldn’t see what it was from his angle all he could see was the power cord. “Ben left his electric back massager I believe this one is called a magic wand.” said Jack. He walked around to the bed and knelt down next to Renard. Renard saw the small appliance it had a powerful motor encased in a white hard shell of plastic. On the end was a rounded head attached to the main unit via a metal joint. “I wonder if it works?” Jack asked himself. He took the end of the power plug and plugged it into the wall socket near the head of the bed. He flicked the switch on the wall outlet and clicked a switch on the device. It sprung to life making a buzzing noise. Jack held it up and studied the vibrating device for a moment and then switched it off. Jack placed the magic wand in the small of his back and turned it on. He let it work it’s magic on his muscles. He groaned softly at the sensations. He turned it off and turned to Renard. “That hit the spot. Renard you could use a bit of a massage. It must be stressful being strapped down.” said Jack. Renard wasn’t too sure he wanted a massage but there wasn't much he could do to protest. He gulped feeling nervous by his vulnerable position. Jack moved towards him and paused. “Would you like a little massage?” Jack asked. “Yeah.” Renard replied in a shaky voice. He was a pastor in a gay conversion camp this must be all innocent. Renard thought of the other uses of a magic wand but these anti-sex furs wouldn’t dream about such things. Jack pressed the magic wand into Renard’s side and switched it on. The vibrations felt wonderful they were easing the stress of his time at the camp. Jack was stood over him now and shifted the head of the wand around. Jack started to take deep soothing breaths. Jack moved it to under his left arm. Renard sucked in a breath at the change of position. This went of for a while Jack would move the magic wand to different parts of Renard’s body and Renard just sunk deeper into relaxation. He was enjoying this treatment it was much different from anything at the camp so far. Part of him wondered why Jack was being so kind instead of chewing him out and preaching scripture at him. Jack pressed the vibrating head of the magic wand into Renard’s leg just above his knee. The vibrations traveled up his leg causing a reaction in his groin. Blood flowed down to his groin. Renard knew this must be a mistake unintentionally turning him on. Soon he would move the lovely vibrations elsewhere. He felt the tip of his tapered cock poke out. He was thankful for his undies something to hide how aroused this spot was making him. Jack pulled the magic wand away just in time too any more stimulation in that spot would threaten Renard’s attempt to keep his arousal under control. With the present vibrations elsewhere Renard focused on going flaccid but thinking about his red tip only caused it to stay. Jack moved the lovely vibrations back to the troublesome spot this time on the opposite leg. No! Not there. Renard couldn't ignore how wondrous it felt. His erection started to grow. No! If he couldn’t keep his arousal under control his underwear wouldn’t hide it anymore. True to his fears Renard’s penis pushed out into his underwear making a humiliating bulge. Renard couldn’t hide his arousal anymore it was plain to see. “Someone is enjoying themselves. I caught you masturbating now I’ve caught you aroused. No hiding anything from me Renard.” said Jack. As much as Renard wanted to go soft he just couldn't. The vibrations just felt so arousing. Hot blood ran up into Renard's face. “S-Sorry.” he stammered. “There’s no need to be shy I caught you doing worse.” said Jack. Jack moved the magic wand up the inside of Renard’s leg. Renard sucked in a breath at the closer stimulation. What was going on? This anti sex guy was teasing him with a vibrator now? Renard didn’t complain he was still quite horny and yet to get off. The vibration felt so good. Renard looked up at Jack his expression was one of passion and lust. Maybe this guy is just a horny closet case who just wants some time with another man. That’s why he sounded so excited describing how he caught masturbating inductees. Perhaps this was his sex fantasy. Renard’s thoughts were interrupted by a question. “You just love jerking that fox cock don’t you?” asked Jack his voice husky. “Oh!” was all Renard could reply. Jack pressed the magic wand into Renard’s balls. This caused the bound fox to struggle and twist in his binds. The direct stimulation was almost too much. His red rocket was out in full pressing into his undies begging for release. Renard was panting heavily now at the sensations. Jack removed the magic wand. “Answer my question! Do you love playing with your cock?” growled Jack. “Yes!” replied Renard in between a pant. “Just as I suspected. You’re a masturbator that’s addicted to the pleasures of the flesh.” said Jack. Jack pressed the magic wand into the taut fabric of the bound fox’s undies. The direct vibrations were bringing Renard closer and closer just a little more. No! The ward was withdrawn. He thrust his hips as much as his bonds allowed eager for more. Jack looked down with hungry eyes waiting for Renards arousal to fade just a little. Jack pressed the magic wand down rubbing it across Renard’s trapped cock. Jack teased the bound fox bringing him just to the edge only to withdraw just before he lost control. “I bet you want to work your cock with your paws. I know where you had them before.” Jack teased. “Please!” Renard almost yelled. “Those naughty paws are all tied up.” said Jack as his eyes narrowed on Renard’s squirming form. Jack just waited for the needy fox to come back from the brink. He licked his chops at the delicious sight. Renard squirmed in his bonds panting and trembling. He didn’t know how much more he could take. He had no control at all. He was helpless to Jack's whims. The wand was pressed down into Renards undies again. A wet spot of pre cum had leaked through the front of the white briefs. His cock underneath twitched as the vibrations drove the bound fox wild. Surely Jack would let him cum this time but he was denied again. He let out a whimper as he felt the wand withdrawn. “Please!” Renard pleaded. “Please what? You have to explain what you want.” Jack said a wide grin appearing on his muzzle. “Please let me cum.” Renard pleaded. “Would you look at that from all shy to begging for sexual release. This is what happens when the pleasures of the flesh are on the mind. Just a depraved lust filled beast.” spat Jack. Renard gasped with delight as Jack pressed the vibrating magic wand into his crotch. This time it was going to stay. Renards breathing began to grow shaky as he neared completion. His heart was pounding loudly in his chest. His balls churned finally this was it. The orgasm built slowly. Flooding his brain with endorphins. Jack withdrew the wand just as the first rope cum surged out of Renards urethra with nowhere else to go it sloshed into the front of his briefs. Renard was blown away with how powerful his orgasm was thick ropes of fox cream surged out. His undies were already sodden with the first of the creamy ropes of his release but yet more followed. By the time he had finished he couldn't remember the last time he had such an explosive release. Renard just laid there basking in the afterglow as Jack undid his straps. He removed each strap and returned them to the bag. He made sure to pack the magic wand too. Renard rubbed his wrists because there were feeling a little sore from his struggles. Nothing serious though he would be fine in the morning. Jack bent down huffed in the scent of Renard’s cum sodden underwear. He seemed to enjoy the musky scent. Renard’s white briefs had a massive wet patch all down the front of them. Gooey fox cream was even seeping through in some places. Renard’s massive load had made an absolute mess of them. Jack picked up the duffel bag and unlocked the door with his key. In the door frame he turned to Renard. “See you at roll call bright eyed and bushy tailed.” Jack said as he closed to door. Renards eyes went wide. It just dawned on him that he had to wear this pair of underwear for morning roll call. He only had the clothes he had on. The nighttime gray tee shirt was too short to cover his crotch. He couldn’t grab a pair of clean underwear from his dorm room until after roll call. He had to stand in front of everyone in this state. Renard realized he had underestimated the pastors here and they couldn’t be tricked as easily as he had thought. Next morning he would be a fox on fire. Fire in his cheeks from embarrassment.