Foxes on Fire Part 2 By Silver Sheep A red fox named Renard stood on the tarmac of the outdoor area at the Foxes on Fire camp. He was standing with twenty other furs. Unlike the others he was hunched over and looking down. He had his hand paws pressed tightly into his crotch. He wanted to be as small as possible. He was wearing the same nighttime uniform of a small grey tee shirt and white briefs as the other furs assembled. The black tarmac was the most interesting thing in the world to the red fox or that's how others would see it. He eyes focused on the ground following the cracks and counting the pebbles. He wanted to be anywhere but here. He was lost in own world and that’s where he wanted to be. Renard jumped. Ben a silver fox had placed his hand on his shoulder. He was snapped back to reality. “There’s no need to be shy we know what you’re trying to hide.” Ben said in a soft voice. Renard gulped and kept his head lowered. He didn’t want to face reality and hoped the other fox would just leave him alone. “Renard put your paws by your side.” Ben commanded. Renard slowly moved his hand paws to his side. He revealed what he had been hiding. The front of his white undies were stained creamy yellow. Last night he had soaked his undies in his own cum from his sexual release. His hand paws couldn't hide the musk of his release. His cum had dried making a sticky mess of his crotch. Now it was revealed for all to see. Some of the other furs were staring at his state. Some wore expressions of disgust while others a look of sympathy for his predicament. Renard’s face burned with shame for being in public in such a messy state. He just wanted to disappear. A paw stroked his cheek he looked up into Ben’s golden eyes. “It’s going to be OK I will take you to a shower and get you cleaned up after roll call.” said Ben as he stroked his face. Renard only felt a bit better with this kind treatment but he kept his gaze lowered. He didn’t want to look the other inductees in the eye. “Eww. I would never do something like that.” said a grey wolf his face twisted in disgust. “He couldn’t even take off his cum soaked underwear.” he added. Renard thought this was the real punishment not the punishment room. A room he had been locked in all night. He just had to get through roll call and then he could shower and change. Little did the others know that Renard had plenty of help to get into his current state. Jack one of the pastors at Foxes on Fire had strapped him down and used a vibrating magic wand to pleasure him to completion. Making sure his release was contained within his underwear. It was strange for a so called anti sex fur to use this method to publicly humiliate him but here he was. The Foxes on Fire gay conversion camp was meant to cure the lust and desire of furs not harness it. Perhaps this was all part of the program. It could be that Jack was just taking advantage of his position. Renard had to talk to Jack and call him out for being a closet case. What had he signed up to? Thankfully roll call was winding up and he could go clean himself up. Ben escorted Renard to a small shower room that was normally used for staff. It appeared that they were giving him some privacy away from the communal showers. Ben handed Renard a change of clothes. It was the work uniform for the camp. The silver fox ushered Renard into the shower room. Once Renard was inside Ben closed the door leaving Renard alone. The small shower room had a shower off in the corner where the tiles sloped gently towards the drain. On one side of the room was a bench made of lacquered wood planks and chrome plated metal legs. The room was tiled in white tiles on the walls with light blue tiles on the floor. The shower itself was just a shower head coming out from the ceiling. The ceiling itself was painted white and had some halogen lights lighting the room. Renard put his change of cloths on a bench in the shower room and stripped naked. Before he turned on the water he felt a strange urge. He looked down at his cum stained underwear. This garment had caused him so much humiliation this morning. He picked up the underwear. Being gay he had always enjoyed the male scents the masculine aromas. Feeling self conscious he looked around despite being alone. He slowly brought the underwear to his nose. He huffed in its scent. He smelled his musky release. It was quite a pleasant scent to him so much so he sniffed again. He had never released into him underwear before last night. There was something so taboo about it that hadn't hit him until now. He pressed the fabric to his muzzle and huffed again. The naughty thrill of what he was doing was turning him on. What a naughty creature sniffing his own release. He sniffed deeply for one last time and reluctant put down the garment. His red fox cock was peeking out from its sheath. Renard turned on the water to the shower. He was already in trouble and didn’t want to get into more so he focused on cleaning himself. He enjoyed the warm water as it soaked into his fur washing away the stress of the morning. Once he was thoroughly wet he found the fur shampoo standing in a dispenser attached to the wall and pressed it twice to get a good sized dollop. He worked the shampoo into his fur enjoying the sensations. He cleaned himself thoroughly with a thick lather of soap. He did spend a bit more time cleaning his now erect penis but didn’t go farther that gentle teasing and groping. Anyone could walk in on him and he was in no mood for anymore trouble. After he was done showering he dried himself with a towel. It was good to be clean again and hoped he could get through the rest of the day without incident. He had to do this program otherwise his parents would disown him. He dressed himself in his work clothes and headed outside. The rest of the day went without incident besides the odd snicker or look from his fellow inductees here or there. The hard manual labour of the program kept everyone busy and the morning incident off his mind. Renard was grateful for the reprieve. It was soon getting dark again so with the day's work done he went back to his dorm. He walked into his dorm he saw the red fox Jack waiting for him. That smug bastard Jack with his bullshit about sin all the while having some fun of his own. Renard gritted his teeth and balled his hand paws in fists. He was tempted punch the other fox in the nose. He took in a deep breath, held it and let it out slowly. “Hello Renard you’re not sleeping here tonight. Your indiscretion last night has put you back in the punishment room.” said Jack. Renard thought about telling the furs in the dorm room about how his “indiscretion” was caused by Jack himself but he realized that no one would believe an inductee over one of the pastors. He just nodded and walked out of the room. “I’ve got something to add to your nighttime uniform so come and change in here.” Jack said as he pointed to a small room. Renard's pulse quickened. What was this closet case up to? He went inside the small room and took off his pants and over shirt. He was now in his nighttime uniform of a grey tee shirt and white underwear. Jack walked inside the small room and over to a set of draws. He opened a draw and pulled out a strange rubbery garment. It was a pair of rubbery shorts that were jet black in color. “These are the shorts we have for furs that can’t keep their paws to themselves. They’re made of a special space age rubber composite. They cannot be cut or ripped without special tools.” said Jack. Renard looked at the shorts. He noticed they had a integrated belt with a buckle with what looked like a lock on it. Jack handed Renard the shorts and said “Put them on please.” Renard wasn’t too sure about this but put on the shorts and pulled them up. The shorts were kind of sexy in glossy black. They felt smooth in his paws as he pulled them up. “The shorts lock shut and cannot be opened without this key.” said Jack as he held up a small key. “They won’t stop you from masturbating but they will stop you from hiding the evidence by taking off your underwear.” said Jack. Pawing off was the last thing on Renard’s mind. Was this one of Jack’s tricks? Some kind of setup? Was being locked into kinky shorts meant to tempt him? Jack stepped forward and pulled on the integrated belt of the shorts until they were tight. He clicked the lock shut. The shorts were not coming down with the belt done up. Renard was trapped inside them until Jack decided to let him free. “I’ll meet you at the punishment room.” said Jack. He left the room and rounded the corner. Renard didn’t like the idea of being looked in shorts for the night with that fox Jack around. He gave them a tug but the shorts held tight. What could he do? Jack could do what he wanted to with him. He walked up to the isolated punishment room. He waited for Jack to arrive to let him in the locked room. Soon enough he saw Jack walking up the path with a tray with what looked like two glasses of milk and two plates each with a cookie on them. Renard was relieved it wasn’t something more sinister. Soon Renard was back inside the punishment room with Jack. The other fox had bought a glass of milk and one of the large cookies with him. “I’ve bought you a snack before bed.” Jack said. “Thanks.” replied Renard as he took a bite of the cookie. Such an old time wholesome snack of milk and cookies seemed harmless enough. “Tonight we will leave you alone to see if you can handle a night with your paws above the covers.” Jack said. After chewing his mouthful of food Renard replied “I will be just sleeping.” “I know you may have a tough time keeping your paws to yourself. That’s why you have your tamper proof rubber shorts on. They will keep those undies on but it’s up to you if you keep them clean.” said Jack. “They’ll be clean alright.” said Renard. He took a swig of his milk. “Many of our inductees are addicted to porn and masturbation. If you do lapse into sin. We’ll be here to help you.” Jack said. Renard was in control of himself he wasn’t some lust crazed beast like Jack was making him out to be. The milk was quite tasty so he made short work of it. He put the last of his cookie into his mouth and started to chew. Jack took the empty glass and plate and went over to the door. “Good night Renard.” Jack said. Renard was still chewing so he waved goodbye. Jack closed the door to Renards room and locked it. He evidently had another glass of milk and a cookie to deliver. Renard climbed into bed. The fox was relaxing now that he had eaten. He didn’t really trust this closet case Jack despite his anti sex stance he seemed to just love pleasuring another male. The poor guy is in full denial. He was obsessed with other furs masturbation habits it must be a kink of his. Jack must get a thrill out of catching another in the act Renard thought. He would just have to show him that he could be a good fox and get him off his case. He wouldn’t try anything on just in case Jack did make an unscheduled visit to his room. It was a little hard to fall asleep thinking about that devious fox and what he was up to. Renard just stared at the ceiling his keen vulpine sight adjusting to the room until it looked like it was bathed in a blueish light. After a while Renard felt a tingling sensation in his balls. He had his hand paws on the top of his blanket and he was determined to be a good fox. He ignored the itchy sensation in his balls for some time. Eventually it was too much he had to give them a scratch. He reached down under his blanket and scratched his balls. It was a little awkward with the rubber shorts and undies in the way. That did relieve the itch in them but they still felt very strange. The fox rested his hand paws back on the top of his blanket. Some more time passed and Renard felt the beginnings of an erection. Blood flowed down to his crotch. He felt the tapered tip of his penis poke out from its sheath. Thankfully the memory of the morning’s ordeal deflated his would be boner. It was a strange time to get hard Renard thought to himself. Renard tried to go to sleep he closed his eyes and relaxed. Part of him wasn’t relaxed he felt his erection return but he kept his hand paws on the top of his blanket out of trouble. He ignored the sensation of his penis tip as it poked out of his sheath. He thought about the looks of this fellow inductees as he stood at roll call. His erection didn’t go past peeking out of his sheath but this time it took much longer to fade. The thought of being gawked at again caused Renard’s penis to retreat. The fox was feeling embarrassed by his body getting aroused for no reason. His penis stirred for a third time blood rushing down to the fox’s crotch. The taped tip pushed out this time more of his length came out until everything except his canine knot pushed into his underwear. Renard was mortified and turned his body on his side so that the blanket wasn’t pushing down on his erection. His erection was strange. Why was he getting hard all of a sudden? He must be horny for some reason but why escaped him. The heat of shame rose up the Renard’s muzzle. What if he was addicted to masturbating? That heat of shame was enough to drive away his erection. Renard hoped that would be the last of it but after some more time he felt the heat return. His tapered tip pushed out. The rest of his length followed until it was all back out. Renard turned back onto his back he had a hard on that just wouldn’t go away. As much as Renard willed himself to go soft it didn’t work. He tried to think of unseemly thoughts but now his knot had popped out as well. He was panting softly now from arousal. What has come over me? His undies were now quite uncomfortable he wanted to adjust the position of them but the thought of having his paws that close to his erection made him squirm. He panted softly in the dark room. His hand paws twitched as he was now getting quite fidgety. His hot length pressed into his underwear demanding attention. I’m not addicted to masturbation I can just ignore it. The heat welled up in his groin. He opened and closed his legs to try to displace the heat. He clamped down on his blanket with his hand paws. As more time passed Renard’s mind kept returning to the subject of masturbation. It would feel great to play with himself. He pushed that thought from his mind because he would repeat the same ordeal that happened this morning. His erection would not die down. He ground his teeth together and tried not to think about how good his hand paws would feel running up and down his trapped cock. He couldn’t paw off with the locked rubber shorts stopping him from removing his underwear. After some more agonising minutes. Renard was getting very fidgety he was thinking about last night with Jack pleasuring him to completion and how he needed that completion again. He had balled his hand paws into fists. His hand paws wanted to rub his erection so badly. There had to be a way to take off these shorts so he could get away with pawing off without making a mess of himself. The fox flung his blanket away he had to try to take off these rubber shorts. He fiddled with the lock on the belt trying to work out how to open it. When that didn’t work he tried pulling them down but they didn’t budge at all. He could certainly rub himself to completion by just stroking his erection. The problem was when he came he would spurt his load into his undies trapped underneath the rubber shorts. He got out of bed and pulled at the shorts trying to pull them off. All this did was stimulate his cock it was extra sensitive somehow even through the rubber shorts and his underwear he could feel his tugging effort. It felt so good he bit he lower lip suppressing a moan. He wasn’t normally such a wanton slutty fox like this what had come over him? The heat in his underwear was getting worse. Renard kept his hand paws at his side. He wanted to be good and show he wasn’t a lust crazed beast. In his mind Renard was back on the tarmac area but it was just Jack and himself. He was standing behind Renard holding onto him with one arm. Jack was holding Renard’s cum soaked undies to his muzzle. He was pressing them into his sensitive nose. “Take a deep breath and sniff. Inhale that scent.” Jack said right into one of Renard’s pointed ears. Renard took a deep sniff of his underwear. He could smell the musk of his release. It was making his mouth water. “Do you smell that? That’s the scent of a slut’s cum.” said Jack. “You better take another sniff so that you remember that scent.” he added. Renard’s ears pressed flat to the top of his head as he sniffed again. “You’re just a slutty fox. You just can’t keep those paws away from your cock.” said Jack as he added a soft growl to the end of his statement. Jack was right. Back in reality Renard’s right hand paw was rubbing the bulge of his trapped erection. Despite the rubber shorts and underwear he still enjoy the stimulation. He could feel the slick wetness of his pre tainting the clean fabric. A soft moan escaped his muzzle. He pressed his paw into his groin. He couldn’t help himself he just had to paw off. He rubbed his paw over his trapped cock. It felt so good, too good like he was intoxicated by his own lust. It shouldn’t feel this good with just his own paw. He moaned loudly. It was like he was in heat that burning lust in his groin. He had to cool this heat it was too much. Even making a shameful mess of himself was better than resisting this hot pull of his lust. He grabbed his balls and squeezed them tightly. He squeezed so tightly that his rubber shorts squeaked in his paw. His balls were churning with fox cream almost as if he hadn’t emptied them in months. Something wasn't right he normally was more in control of his lusts. Did this mean he was addicted to his own pleasures of the flesh? He moaned loudly again he wasn't normally this vocal but his loins were much more sensitive. Even a gentle touch was almost over stimulation. Renard stroked his hard as steel cock. He could feel that his underwear was wet just with his pre cum. The fabric was wet and clung to his red rocket as he pumped. He looked around the room he was alone and Jack said he wasn’t going to check on him tonight. It was just as well he doubted he would stop if he heard the sound of foot paws approaching. It was a basic need, a hot heat that had to be sedated. It didn’t take him long to reach climax with his extra sensitive loins. Renard screamed as the first rope of his release shot out from his cock. Surge after surge it was bliss. He didn't care about the consequences of his release. He just enjoyed the feeling. His cock twitched as it had finished it’s release. Renard was panting hard. It felt much better but as time passed he knew something wasn’t right his knot was still engorged and his cock was still demanding attention despite his orgasm. The heat was still there it was building again. He gave his cock a squeeze. It squelched in his cum soaked underwear. His own cum acting as lube as it seeped through to the inside of the rubber shorts. It felt so good he had to play with himself again. He stroked his bulge and was greeted by the squelching noise of his creamy accident. It was such a lude sound and was adding to the renewed heat in his loins. The slickness added to the pleasure as he stroked himself with abandon. Renard was getting close and worked his rubber covered cock faster. Almost there, just a little more, yes that’s it. He felt the bliss as his second orgasm hit. Rope after rope of fox cream added to his already wet underwear. He creamed another full load into his underwear making them absolutely sopping wet with his cum. Yet he didn’t feel worse for wear by having an orgasm so close to his last one. This was it the fire in his loins was doused. He flung himself on the bed and didn’t even bother to get under the blanket. He was totally spent in more ways than one. He was asleep soon after. Renard awoke to the sound of a key turning in a lock. He open his eyes in the still darkened room. He hadn’t slept this well since coming to the camp. The door unlocked and a fox walked inside. It was Jack he was carrying a tray with warm water in a bowl. Renard could tell the water was warm because steam rose from the bowl. The tray also had a washcloth and towel on it. “Good morning Renard I've bought you some soap and water to clean yourself before roll call. I have borrowed a fresh pair of undies.” said Jack. He set down the tray on the bedside table. He produced a clean pair of underwear from his pocket and placed them on top of the towel. Renard’s hopes were raised. The other fox had bought him a change so he wouldn't have to suffer the same humiliation two days in a row. Jack wasn’t as much of a sadist as he thought he was. Renard stood up still feeling shy despite knowing that Jack was acting more kind towards him. He had still failed to keep his paws to himself after all. Jack took the key from his pocket and undid the lock on Renard’s belt. “Let's see how well you did.” said Jack. Renard pulled down his rubber shorts revealing his underwear. He knew that they were an absolute mess from his release. “You're soaked in fox cream. Those naughty paws got quite busy last night but that’s OK I’ll let you clean yourself up and change. When you're ready meet me outside.” said Jack. He left the room to give Renard some privacy. Renard took off his underwear they slopped on the ground. They were worse than yesterday. He cleaned himself up with the warm water and soap. He needed the clean his groin was slick with his release and the musk clung to air. He was glad to be able to clean himself up and change his underwear before going outside. What was Jack up to? This fox was a mystery. On the one paw he shamed him for his sex acts on the other he was helping him cover this one up. Renard dried his wet fur and pulled on the fresh pair of underwear. He left the room and went outside. Renard was relieved that Jack wasn’t going to humiliate him again. He had his clean undies on so no one would know what he had been up to last night. Jack was definitely into guys pawing off maybe this camp wouldn’t be so bad. Renard took his position on the tarmac for roll call. They were the first furs there. Soon Jack left and walked off towards one of the main dormitories. Renard stood alone for quite some time. He was early for roll call due to Jack rousing him out of bed. There was someone coming from the direction where Jack went. Renard turned his gaze towards the newcomer it was the wolf that was making snide comments about his state yesterday. Renard recognised his expression it was the same as the one he had yesterday, one of shame. He was walking with his hand paws between his legs covering his underwear. He was being escorted by Jack. Renard watched as the pair took up a position opposite him. Jack whispered something to the wolf and he put his paws by his side. It revealed that the wolf had the telltale stains of his release down the crotch of his undies. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed in front of everyone. Jack walked up to Renard and stood next to him. Jack pulled in close and whispered into Renard’s ear “George must have enjoyed my special cookie and milk too.” Renard looked at Jack with a raised eyebrow. He looked back at the wolf. He was a mess his underwear was soaked in cum. The fur around his groin was slick and it glistened in the morning light. He reeked of male musk. His release was seeping through the fabric so much so Renard saw a drip land on his trembling foot paws. “He was so sure he would never cream all over himself. I just had to lock him into a pair of shorts like you had on and make it happen. He begged me to let him change but someone had taken his change of underwear.” Jack whispered. Renard felt his groin stir the sight of his heckler humbled was quite the aphrodisiac. He was beginning to understand what Jack got out of this.