Foxes on Fire
 
Part 3
 
By Silver Sheep

An anthropomorphic red fox was standing on the tarmac of the Foxes on Fire gay conversion camp. His name was Renard. He was there with around twenty other furs. Most were canines of some description. They were all adult men dealing with homosexual urges and the camp was a place designed to remove such urges. One of those furs a wolf named George had brought a lot of unwanted attention onto himself. Renard was glad of this because he was dealing with his own problem.

Renard was watching George the wolf who wore an expression of complete shame. The reason for his shame was the state of his clothes. He wore the standard night uniform of the camp a small grey tee shirt and white briefs. What was causing the wolf’s shame was the state his briefs. Normally the white briefs were spotless and clean but it was obvious to everyone that George and ejaculated into his underwear.

The wolf’s underwear was sopping wet with his cum. There was a large wet patch that had formed down the front of his briefs. He was quite a gooey mess and he was trying to be as small as possible. There was no hiding what he had done and some of the other furs were snickering and others staring at his messy state.

The night before George had been locked into rubber shorts designed to keep furs in the camp from taking off their underwear and pleasuring themselves. The wolf did have self-control and normally wouldn't make such a mess of himself but unbeknownst to him, he had been slipped a powerful aphrodisiac by Jack one of the camp’s pastors.

The aphrodisiac had caused to wolf to become sexually aroused and eventual masturbate. George couldn’t resist the effect of the drug and had to paw himself off but with the locking rubber shorts, he had on he couldn’t take off his underwear. So when he ejaculated he had made a mess of his briefs. The act of soaking his briefs in his release was designed to humiliate the wolf in front of all the others.

How did Renard know this? Well, he had been put through the same procedure himself. Both the public shaming yesterday and the rubber shorts and aphrodisiac last night. It had been impossible to resist the effect of the drug. It seemed that the fox Jack wanted to toy with both of them. Jack had shown Renard some mercy this morning by letting him clean himself up and by bringing him a change of underwear before roll call. Jack seemed to love playing these sexy games on the camp’s inductees.

Renard couldn’t keep his eyes off George it was quite the sight to see him humbled by his own lust. The wolf had heckled Renard when he was standing at roll call in such a similar position yesterday. George had boasted he would never soil his underwear like Renard had done but here he was in more of a mess than he had been.

This brings us to Renard’s problem. The sight of George humbled was turning the fox on. It didn’t help matters that Jack had whispered into his ear describing how George had begged to change his clothes before coming outside. The image of the grey wolf in his messy state begging Jack for a change of clothes was stoking a fire in the fox’s loins.

He was glad all eyes were focused on George otherwise one of the furs would have noticed his obvious erection. He kept his hand paw by his side so he wouldn’t draw attention to his crotch and the bulge barely containing his erection. Renard suddenly felt hot breath on the side of his muzzle.

“It looks like you need a cold shower Renard.” said a voice.

The voice was right he did need to cool off. Renard knew instantly who the voice belonged to. It was Jack that trickster fox who had been toying with him.

“I know a private shower you can use but I will have to supervise so that your paws don’t linger in the wrong spots.” said Jack his voice was husky, thick with sexual excitement.

Renard wasn't naive he knew Jack wanted more than just a shower. This must be why Jack had been pulling all these sexual tricks on him. He must want to jump his bones. He nodded to show that he agreed to this proposition.

He felt a hand paw pat his back briefly. Jack must have taken a step back because he didn’t feel his breath on his cheek anymore. The games Jack had been playing the last two nights must be him coming onto him all along. Renard felt a thrill shoot down his spine he had never been chased by a guy like this before. The internet dating scene was packed full of jaded guys after a booty call or worse just dick pics to flash to their friends.

Renard kept his arousal in check and his erection faded. Just in time because roll call was winding up. The furs dispersed with most heading to the shower blocks of their respective dormitories. Renard was walking in that direction himself when he felt a paw grab his right hand paw. He turned around to see Jack.

“This way.” Jack said. He gave his paw a squeeze before letting go.

Renard followed the other fox. Yesterday he had been cross with him for shaming him in public but now that he was part of the fun he wanted to know more.

Jack led Renard to the shower room that he had used yesterday to wash. He opened the door and they both went inside. It was empty unlike the communal showers so they would have privacy.

Renard felt Jack’s strong arms wrap around him and pull him in close. It was a tight embrace. Jack squeezed him close so much so that Renard felt the hardness of the other fox’s erection push against him. Jack wasn’t playing around now he wanted him.

“Do you know how hard it is to look at your tight arse in your briefs and not give it a squeeze?” asked Jack.

Before Renard could answer Jack reached down and squeezed his rump with both hand paws. Renard gasped in response his tail flew up into the air.

“Let me tell you a secret. This gay conversion therapy doesn't work. I still want men. I love catching them pawing off. It gets me so hot.” Jack said as he kissed the other fox’s neck.

Renard gasped at the passion he was feeling radiate of Jack. He had his hand paws inside his shirt stroking Renard’s chest, grasping at his fur. Jack removed Renard’s shirt and tossed it aside. He removed his own shirt giving Renard a look at his soft belly fur. Renard ran his paws through his fur.

“If you keep petting me like that I just might have to turn you over and take your tail hole.” said Jack.

Renard bit his lip. The concept of the other fox taking him that way was quite appealing to him. Jack unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor. Revealing white briefs with an obvious tent in the front of them. He grabbed Renard by his hips and turned him to face the tiled wall.

“I’m going to have to inspect your tail star Renard. Be a good inductee and remove your underwear.” came Jack’s hot breath into Renard’s ear.

Renard slid down his underwear letting his erection free. His manhood already had a drip of pre cum at its tip. All this excitement was getting to him. While Renard was undressing Jack had retrieved a small tube of lube and a condom from the pocket of his discarded pants. He reached into the other pocket and produced a pair of latex gloves.

“You need an anal inspection Renard. I may have to probe deep. Is that understood?” said Jack.

“Yeah.” replied Renard. It had been a while between the last time anyone had played in his back door. So he was glad Jack wanted to prep him first.

“Inductees like to hide contraband in their rear. Now is the time to confess if you are hiding anything.” said Jack.

“No.” said Renard trying to sound scared.

Jack pulled on a latex glove with a snap. He opened the tube of lube with his other hand paw. He squeezed out a dollop into his gloved hand paw and spread it out making his hand paw slick. He deposited the tube of lube next to the condom packet on the tiled floor. Jack took up his position behind Renard. Renard spread his legs wide in preparation.

Renard’s spine contracted and he balled his hand paws into fists. His ears pinned themselves flat against his head.

“You're a little tense I see.” said Jack. “I will have to help you relax so you don’t hurt yourself.” Jack continued.

Jack touched the other fox’s anal ring. He watched for Renard’s reaction. The other fox gritted his teeth in anticipation. Jack gently brushed his fingertip over Renard’s entrance. He kept touching the other fox’s tail star until he could see Renard’s muscles relax and the tension in his spine lessen. The grimace on Renard’s muzzle softened.

As Renard relaxed so did the muscles of his anus. Jack pushed a slicken finger against Renard’s tail star. He slowly slid the finger inside the tight ring of muscles. Renard let out a gasp as he adjusted to the intrusion. He was quite surprised he was about to have his tail hole taken in a camp that was supposed to cure him of such desires.

Jack worked his finger deeper searching around for that special spot he knew would make the other fox see stars. He was glad Renard was beginning to relax he had been so tense. Renard’s body shuddered in pleasure as Jack’s finger brushed over his prostate.

“I’ve think I found something. Any explanations?” Jack asked in a huskier tone.

Renard was about to answer when the probing finger brushed over his prostate again making his gasp. With a few more minutes of teasing Renard with his finger, Jack was satisfied the other fox was now loosened up and ready for something larger.

He withdrew his finger and removed his glove. Tossing it to the floor. Jack retrieved his condom and opened the packet. Jack rolled his condom down over his hard red rocket. He lubed up his condom covered cock ready to be inserted. Renard was panting, horny and wanting more he looked at Jack with lust filled eyes. Jack turned Renard around and guided the taped tip of his cock to Renard’s quivering tail star. Renard was stretched out and eager for Jack’s slick length.

As Jack’s penis slid inside his arse Renard let out a hiss as it was much bigger than his finger had been. Jack stopped as he felt Renard’s anal muscles tighten. He waited until he felt the muscles relax slowly pushing more of his red rocket inside. Renard’s arse hugged Jack’s cock from all sides and was nice and tight. He would have to go slow to last a decent amount of time in such a welcoming tail hole. 

Now that he was inside Renard's tight tail hole he set about thrusting slowly. Renard was moaning at the sensation of a thick fox cock filling his hole. He hadn’t been fucked for some time and having another's cock inside him was quite a treat. Jack pulled his cock almost all the way out then pushed it in feeling Renard’s tightness envelop his member. Jack was glad he had found a sex partner like Renard he had wanted to fuck his tail hole that night he caught him masturbating.

Renard moaned and Jack grunted as he continued to thrust his hard cock into Renard’s arse. Jack knew how to please a man so he aimed his tapered cock tip right at the other fox’s prostate. Renard reached down to stroke his own penis as it was hard and standing at attention. Pre cum dribbled from its tip. Renard felt the pre smear into hand paw pads. He gave himself several pumps in time to the thrusts from Jack.

Jack soon brushed Renard’s hand paw away and replaced it his own. He grabbed Renard’s erection and roughly pumped at it. Renard shuddered and trembled at this action. Jack increased his pace now that Renard’s tail star was getting accustomed to his plump fox cock pumping away. Renard was panting and slobbering as he felt Jack cock pump away like a piston in his rear. He wanted more he wanted Jack’s knot to fill him.

Jack’s knot was pushing against Renard’s tight ring wanting entry. It was getting easier to push with each thrust. Renard’s heart was beating quickly and his breaths came out in ragged pants. Jack’s fat canine knot was pushing past Renard’s defences. As Jack’s knot slid home Renard’s cock jumped in Jack’s paw. Thick creamy ropes of thick fox cum shot out onto the shower wall. The spasming of Renard’s inner walls as he creamed brought Jack over the edge thick cum surged into his waiting condom as Renard’s body squeezed tightly around Jack’s manhood.

Both foxes panted and began to recover from the excretion. It took some time for Jack’s knot to deflate enough so he could safely remove it from Renard’s tail hole. Jack’s cock came free and this allowed him to turn Renard around and give him a wet kiss on his muzzle. Renard was still coming to terms with what had happened. He never suspected such an event to transpire at a gay conversion camp.

Both foxes went about cleaning up. Renard turned on the water to the shower and Jack threw away his used condom in a small garbage bin in preparation for his shower. Renard was glad that Jack was playing safe even though he was having some sexy fun. Many guys didn’t care about such things.

Jack wrapped his arms around the other fox. “What a naughty fox you’ve been getting all dirty.” said Jack.

Renard leaned into Jack’s embrace as the warm water from the shower ran over them both. “Thank you for letting me change back in the room.” said Renard.

“It was part of my plan to get you hot and receptive to my advances. I didn’t want to humiliate you a second time.” Jack breathed into Renard’s ear.

Renard’s ear twitched. “It worked, you got me all worked up.” Renard said as he brushed his tail up over the other fox’s crotch.

Both foxes cleaned up washing each other in the warm water of the shower. Jack and Renard were thorough in their cleaning not wanting to let on that anything had happened. After the shower, Jack made sure that there wasn’t any trace of their love making left in the shower room and dressed back into his camp uniform. He left Renard briefly to bring him a set of work clothes for the day as he only had his night time uniform with him.

Renard had never been treated so gently before his other partners had been painful when they entered his tail hole seemingly not caring for his comfort. It didn’t hurt once with Jack. Was this how anal sex was meant to be? Soon Jack returned and he gave Renard his work clothes and made sure he had everything he needed.

“Renard I may have to put you in the punishment room sometime in the future so we can spend a night together. That’s if you enjoyed today.” said Jack.

Renard blew a kiss at Jack. “That can be arranged.” Renard said.

Both fox’s then exited the shower room as if nothing had happened. Renard was excited by the new possibilities that Jack would offer. It was going to be an interesting next couple of weeks. He doubted he would be cured of his homosexual urges but at least he had Jack to douse the fire in his loins. 

Time passed at the Fox’s on Fire camp. It had been a week since the humiliating morning on the tarmac and George had been on his best behaviour. At least now the snickers and comments had died down from the other inductees. He felt sorry for his treatment of the fox Renard. Keeping naughty paws away from places where they shouldn't be wasn't as easy as he had thought. He shouldn’t have heckled him. The poor fox must have lost his battle with sin that time.

He still didn’t know what had come over him that night. The pastor Jack had asked him to wear a pair of locking rubber shorts. Jack had assured him that he wasn’t in any trouble and he just wanted some feedback on how comfortable they were to sleep in. Strangely he had been placed in a private room reserved for those on the highest privilege level.

Foxes on Fire had a strict policy at night. They did room inspections in the dorms every few hours at random. You even had to keep your hand paws atop the blankets when you slept. This was designed to stop any nighttime… activities. In the private room, he had been left alone all night long. Despite being alone there was no way he could find to remove the locking shorts. Jack had said they were made with a space age polymer. That proved to be the case because they just couldn’t be ripped or stretched enough to come off.

He could normally control himself and he had been able to resist any sexual urges at the camp before then but the rubber shorts were his downfall. He just got so horny and try as he might he just couldn't keep his paws to himself. He had pawed off twice that night soaking his underwear tapped underneath the shorts with his release. He figured he must have a kink for rubber or the time alone had got to him.

It got worse when he was caught in his state in the morning. Jack wouldn’t let him change out of his underwear because he had lost his spare pair somewhere. So he had to stand in front of the camp in a sloppy mess. Just like that other fox Renard the day before who had the same problem.

George had earned a day off the normal working schedule because he had been working harder and doing more than his quota of the chores. He took on extra work due to the guilt he felt from the embarrassing incident. Extra chores had another benefit by doing the jobs that his fellow inductees didn’t want to do kept him away from their looks and snickers. At least he had been given recognition for his extra work.

He had the day off but still couldn’t leave the camp until he completed the program. That was fine with him because the camp was on many acres and George like many wolves loved running in the wilderness. That’s what he was doing now he was dressed in black running shorts and a blue singlet. He was running through the large campgrounds. Down the path he ran. The path was shaded by tall pine and fir trees. Either side of the track was thickly forested.

His running pace was good but not where he wanted it to be. He was out of practice because at the camp they would only rarely do running for exercise and when they did it was around near the buildings not out in the beautiful wilderness. He missed his usual running exercise that he did before coming to the camp. He had to try to cure his so called degenerate urges somehow.

The track was clear and he hadn't seen any others from the camp so far. He was gently panting as he ran but he wasn’t out of breath. His foot paws didn’t cause much noise because they were dampened by the thick coating of soft pine needles on the forest floor. What he did hear was a strange sound that sounded like a moan.

“Huh, What was that?” he thought as he ran down the path.

He slowed to a walk and turned off the path in the direction of the sound. His sensitive canine ears twitched. There it was again it was definitely a moan. He walked more slowly through the thick brush until he came to a large pine tree. He looked through a gap in the branches and he saw the source of the noises.

His eyes widened as he saw it was Renard who was completely nude and leaning against a tree across the way. He was with Jack who had his muzzle buried down in between Renard’s legs. Jack’s head was bobbing up and down as he was giving Renard a blowjob. 

George stared at the scene before him. From his vantage point, he had a clear view of the pair. He couldn't be seen from his hiding spot plus the pair of foxes had other things on their mind.

“I should leave, it’s wrong to watch this.” he thought but the wolf stayed. Warmth flowed up to his cheeks.

The sight of the two foxes was just too hard to ignore. Slowly his jogging shorts grew tighter as his penis engorged. He adjusted his shorts so his erection had more room. His mouth went dry as he continued to watch. He turned to leave but another moan from the foxes made him turn back. George brought a hand paw up under his singlet and rubbed his abdomen gently.

The wolf brushed the bulge in the front of his jogging shorts with an open palm pad of his other hand paw. It was just a comforting touch he told himself and then he would leave but he touched himself again tracing the outline of his erection with his hand paw. His trapped erection pushed at the fabric of his shorts.

A new thought crossed his mind. “I could get away with masturbating out here and no one would know.”

He liked this new thought and running through the forest with a massive hard on would be quite uncomfortable. Even more uncomfortable would be spending a night in his dorm room bed with this image running through his mind. A night of sexual frustration indeed and here he was alone in the woods where no one would know. No one would know if he had a touch and clutch.

George slid down the front of his jogging shorts just enough to free his erection. His wolf meat bobbed upwards standing at attention. This was much more comfortable than having his erection trapped inside his tight shorts. His penis twitched in the cooler forest air. Again the wolf hesitated he withdrew his hand paw from his singlet and kept the other away from his erection.

The last time he had masturbated was a week ago when he was trapped in those rubber shorts. That wasn’t a pleasant experience with his erection trapped under layers of rubber and cloth and as soon as he came he was worried about the mess he had made. It was all filled with dread and shame.

It had been even longer since he had touched himself directly. It was before coming to the camp in fact. That had been a much better experience. An experience that he needed again. He needed to have a guilt free wank, just self-indulgent pleasure. He pumped his cock twice the sensation removing any last reservations about his course of action.

The wolf watched as Jack was slurping down on Renard’s red rocket. Renard’s eyes were closed as the pastor sucked his fox meat in greedy delight. The sight was magical to the wolf who was slowly pumping his erection with his right hand paw. Squeezing his sensitive flesh as he watched. Renard’s moaning added to the wolf’s pleasure. It felt so right to do this give himself pleasure.

Renard had a hot, toned but not muscular body now that George could get a proper look at him. George ogled the fox’s body he could take his time now unlike in the group shower where he could only sneak glances of the other men at the camp. He pumped his cock in time to Jack head bobs. Pre cum leaked from his tip as he pumped. Renard was pushing on the back of Jack’s head with his hand paws obviously wanting more. Jack’s ears were placed flat against his head but it wasn’t from submission he was in control of when Renard would cum.

It looked like that was going to be soon because Renard had arched his back and had pushed himself off the tree he was leaning against. His muzzle contorted in pleasure as he let out a cry of ecstasy. George’s eyes widened as he saw Renard cum. Jack was gulping down his load with an eagerness that made the wolf’s cock twitch in his pumping hand paw. His wolf meat was getting a coating of pre cum that made it glisten. A short time later Jack’s muzzle released itself from around Renard’s cock. This left the wolf the full view of the bright red length with a fat knot at its base. It was glistening in the soft light of the forest much like the wolf’s own erection.

George forced himself to let go of his cock. His hand paw was slick he could feel the moisture from his needy sex in his paw pads. He wanted to see if the pair would be leaving and if they would come in his direction. His fears were put to rest as he saw Jack take off his shirt and undo his pants. All the while Renard was leaning against the tree trying to catch his breath. The wolf could see Jack’s rump from his angle and even his tight pucker as his tail was high up wagging to and fro.

Jack took Renard into an embrace and swapped position with him so that Jack was now leaning against the tree. George touched his erection this time with his left hand paw. He wanted to savour this masturbation opportunity as long as he could especially since he didn’t know when a chance like this would come up again. As his paw wrapped around his red rocket slick pre cum smeared over the paw pads of his hand paw.

Renard had apparently recovered enough to return Jack’s favour. Jack’s vulpine cock was standing tall and proud as Renard took just the tip into his muzzle swirling his flexible canine tongue around the shaft. George huffed as he pumped his engorged meat. The wolf was starting to paint being mindful not to draw attention to his hiding spot. Renard took more of the other fox’s cock into his muzzle. After a little time, Renard became used to Jack’s size and it was his turn to bob up and down over Jack’s arousal.

George had seen enough he leaned back against his own tree closed his eyes and pumped his lupine cock faster. It was easy to pump because of all the pre he had leaked which made his hand paw glide over his cock with ease. He could hear Jack’s cry’s of pleasure and this egged him on to finish what he had started. The wolf bit down firmly on his bottom lip ready to suppress his own cries.

George kept his moans suppressed as not to be too loud as he felt his orgasm approach. His wolf prick erupted in a fountain of thick wolf cream. As ropes of wolf cum shot across the forest floor he held onto his spasming penis feeling each surge shoot out from its tip. It was so great to have a wank without needing to hide the mess. He wiped a string of his cum from the tip of his urethra. He was feeling so naughty so he licked off his hand paw sampling his flavour.

It took some time for his thick wolven knot to deflate but the foxes were still going at it so he had time to compose himself. He slipped his now half flaccid penis back into his jogging shorts. He could hear Jack’s cries of pleasure and decided it was his best opportunity to sneak away while the foxes were still occupied. He quietly sneaked away back the way he had come eventually returning to the path.

All this gay conversion stuff was bunk when you have one of the pastors having Vulpine fun out in the woods. He set off running down the path away from the fox lovers. After going down the path for a way his muzzle curled into a grin. This run had been much more fun than he had expected it to be. If he kept up the hard work he would be rewarded with more days off. If the foxes could have their fun so could he on his days off to paw off.

After some more time jogging down the track, his jogging shorts became tighter. It seemed his libido was still quite high. He turned off the track to find a more secluded spot. He definitely would have another pawing session before returning to the main camp. He had neglected his sex drive for far too long. It was time for some more wolven self-love.