Foxes on Fire

Part 4

By Silver Sheep

Rico sat on a wooden swivel chair in a private study room in the library of the Foxes on Fire gay conversion camp. He was reading a text on the moral hazards of masturbation one of the many works written by the ministry responsible for running the camp. The camp's purpose was to cure adult male furs of their homosexual urges.

To that end his days were filled with hard work and religions and educational study. That’s what brought him to the library. Rico was high up on the levels of the program so he was given the privilege of accessing the library’s private study rooms. The silver phase fox was glad to have some time to himself because he had a lot on his mind.

He flicked the page with his black claw tip. His mind wasn’t on the material but more on the other inductees at the camp especially the public humiliating punishment of two of them in particular. First was a red fox named Renard he had been forced to stand at roll call in underwear that he had soiled with his own cum. The second inductee was a wolf named George who had the same treatment the very next day.

Both inductees had failed to control their masturbation habits which lead them to a very public humiliation in front of the whole camp. The sight of the inductees caught and humiliated was causing the silver fox some distress. It was reminding him of his own sexual needs that he had been so far keeping under control at the camp. It also reminded Rico of the consequences that he could face if he lapsed in his self-control.

A self-control that had been tested the last two nights in the dorms. The trouble started when a few of his bunkmates were talking about Renard the night of his roll call spectacle. Naturally, the topic turned to masturbation and why the red fox had made a mess of his briefs. The other’s had theorized that Renard thought he could get away with a bout of self-pleasure because he was already being punished by placing him out in the punishment room.

The question remained, why did the fox cream his underwear and not somewhere else? The group settled for the explanation it was a nocturnal emission that befell the poor fox. The hushed conversation was cut short by lights out but Rico’s mind was still aroused by the fox’s plight. All the talk of masturbation and sex was bringing the silver fox undone.

Soon Rico’s loins were just as aroused by all this naughty talk. His normal method of removing such thoughts was thinking about unpleasant things to counteract feelings of lust. This time it wasn’t working as well as usual. The picture of Renard’s cum soaked underwear just wouldn't leave his mind. This led to a frustrating night with his tapered fox cock straining tightly into his briefs. An arousal that he couldn’t do anything about.

Rico didn’t want to risk having a quick paw because it was just a week ago that a wolf in his dorm had been captured masturbating by the camp’s pastors nightly room check. The public dorms were patrolled by the campus pastors of a night. They made sure all the inductees had their hand paws above their blankets all night long.

The other option for a quick paw was the communal bathroom but that wasn’t going to work either. They didn’t trust the inductees with even the privacy of bathroom stalls. The toilets were just lined up in a row across one of the walls. Anyone could walk in on you and catch you in the act.

It was fortunate that Rico didn’t risk any activities because the pastors were doing room checks twice as often as usual. It was as if they had anticipated discussions about Renard would inspire impure thoughts. Those thoughts could lead the inductees to impure actions. It took some time but Rico finally fell asleep. The silver fox had kept his underwear clean.

Rico was still feeling tired at roll call the next day. Where the camp was greeted by the sight of the wolf George in a worse state than Renard had been in. This new development has lead to more hushed discussions and a second uncomfortable night of sexual frustration for the silver fox. Rico was getting concerned that if he didn’t get his mind off the topic of sex he would be the next creature standing on the tarmac in cum soaked underwear.

That’s why he had chosen his anti-masturbation reading material. Rico hoped he would cleanse his mind from the impure thoughts racing around in his head. The silver fox sighed and looked up from the workbook. The private study room was a small and cosy space around three metres square. It had a row of windows along the back wall. The windows only came down to around thirty centimetres from the roof so that he couldn’t see anything but the sky.

The walls were painted an off-white colour and the ceiling had office ceiling tiles common in most commercial buildings. The room’s only door was made of varnished pine and had a large window looking out into the quiet hallway beyond. The window on the door was shaded by a roller blind that was currently almost all the way down. It was carpeted in a royal green commercial carpet.

Rico was sitting at a small desk in an old style wooden swivel chair. In front of the desk, an old transparency projector was stored on a grey metal trolley. It had presumably been dumped out of the way in the small room. For the whole time he had been here he hadn't seen another fur or even heard one. The study rooms were located at the back of the library out of the way.

The silver fox stood up and went to the door. He turned the doorknob and exited the room out into a small hallway. His sensitive canid ears turned like a radar dish in the direction of a muffled noise. It sounded like a muffled moan if anything. His ears were pointed to the far study room so that’s where he went to investigate the sound.

As he approached he saw that the roller blind to the far study room was wide open. He walked down the short hall and turned to peer into the room. At first, he saw the back of a fur’s head. He soon recognised who it was. It was the coyote Jerry who Rico knew from his dorm. He was about to knock on the glass when he saw what Jerry was doing.

Jerry was seated in a swivel chair with his back towards him. Rico saw under the chair that Jerry’s slacks and underwear were around his foot paws. Rico saw that Jerry’s left hand paw was clamped loosely around his muzzle. His other hand paw his right hand paw was between his legs. Even with his back to Rico, he could tell from Jerry’s hand paw movements that he was pawing off.

Rico’s jaw had dropped. He slowly backed away and when he was out of the sight line of the window turned and crept back to his own study room. He slowly opened the door and slid inside he gently closed the door almost silently. He gently pulled the roller blind on his door completely closed.

He stood by the door in silence for a couple of tense minutes waiting to see if there was any indication he had been detected. They were no sounds not even muffled moans. He waited for another minute just to be sure. Finally satisfied he slumped into his chair. Rico was relieved he hadn't interrupted Jerry’s business because it would have been a very awkward conversation.

Jerry was on a high level at the program too. He was seemingly taking advantage of his increased privacy and access to the study centre. Rico was surprised that Jerry had given into his lust because he didn't even join in the recent sexual banter in the dorms. It was a worry if he a fur who refrained from sexual conversational topics was pawing off so could anyone give in.

Rico wasn't going to dob him in because Jerry was always kind to him and he hated being constantly under surveillance. It was his business what he did with his body, not Rico’s. Rico didn't want to be part of the informer culture that was part of the life at the camp. It was so petty to dob in someone for having a wank. If it wasn't for Rico's self-control it could be him pawing off. 

The thought made Rico a little flushed. Pawing off in the study room was a little tempting. The fox opened his reading material with trembling hand paws. The silver fox went back to reading. Maybe the choice of anti-masturbation reading material was a bad idea after all because it kept the topic on his mind. 

Poor Jerry could easily be caught he didn't even pull his blind down and he wasn't even watching the door. If Rico had been a pastor Jerry would have been punished. Not to mention the embarrassing situation. The coyote must have been desperate to get off, desperate for a pawing session. Unable to resist the urge.

It is strange how lust slowly builds up in males. It makes it difficult to have self-control. To stay on top of the slowly building heat. That heat that needs an outlet to dissipate. It is worse when you catch another in the act. Taking advantage of some rare moment of privacy for a chance for release. A comforting hand paw rubbing taut flesh.

Rico flinched his right hand paw had slipped under the table and he had been casually stroking his crotch. He caught himself and broke his comforting touch. He looked at the door it was closed and no noise was coming from outside. No one busting in to confront him and shame him.

Rico needed a pawing session himself but he had to be careful. They could still send someone to check on him. The silver fox ran the scenario through his head. He had a problem. Where could his release go? He couldn't just cream on the carpet. The room was signed under his name. If he left a mess they would know it was him. 

He couldn't cream his underwear either because the sensitive noses of the others would determine what he had been doing. He looked around hoping to find something to use to capture his release and smuggle it out of the room. The only thing was the reading materials and he needed to return them to the library. 

This had seemingly dashed his naughty idea of a place to play with himself. He was even more worked up than before. Rico reasoned to himself that he would take advantage of the privilege of being alone to have a touch and clutch. He had to deny himself completion but it was better than the dorms where he couldn't even do that. 

He slowly moved his right hand paw back to his crotch. Just the very tip of his tapered penis was poking into his underwear. Rico slowly stroked his groin. He fondled his penis while it was trapped under his slacks and underwear but even this touch was more than enough to stimulate plenty of pleasure. 

Rico slowly petted his erection enjoying his own stimulating touch. More of his penis slipped out from his sheath. His breathing slowly increased as he continued his motions. He had to savour this touch he may not be brave enough to do this for himself the next time he booked the study room. 

His erection strained against the fabric of his briefs. He was slowly building up the confidence to open his fly and slip his hand paw inside his pants. He slowly opened his fly stopping when it was open to check for any intruders. He slipped his hand paw inside his slacks. 

Rico sucked in a breath. He could feel the heat of his red rocket in his paw pads as he groped himself. He fondled himself for several minutes it was such a pleasant activity that he had denied himself. His underwear was becoming damp near his urethra. He had to risk freeing his erection otherwise his under would be tainted with his musk. 

Slowly he pulled down his underwear freeing his erection. His proud foxhood poked out of his open fly. He slowly rubbed the underside of his erection with his palm pad of his right hand paw. Slick pre cum smeared over his hand paw. 

He gently teased his throbbing cock. He was meant to stop himself before freeing his penis but he needed to have a play. Anyone could walk into the room and the door had no locks. He could be caught with his hard on out of his pants. He reasoned that it was just to stop him from soiling his underwear with his pre cum. 

There was certainly a lot of it his hand paw squelched as it ran up and down his erection. His paw was now slick with pre cum. He could feel the wetness between his fingers soaking his fur and coating his paw pads. The wet slickness felt lovely and smooth encouraging him to keep stroking. 

The small room was now filled with slick squelching sounds that betrayed what he was doing. He was so horny and pent-up this made him so hot and wet. He squeezed his knot and traced its contours with his fingers. The heat throbbing from his sex.

He was getting close now his heart was beating quickly and he felt his heavy thick fox cream bubble up in his balls. Rico forced himself to stop. He didn’t want to have an accident. He waited until his lust was under better control and started pawing again. 

He kept edging himself up to near completion and back down to a safe level until he was a panting twitching mess. He had been playing with himself for much longer than he had intended. It was such a beautiful experience but still, Rico couldn't get the completion he wanted. Reluctantly he removed his hand paws for the last time. 

Rico waited for his erection to fade and when it eventually did he put his penis away back inside his pants. He felt much better giving himself some attention he wanted more but he couldn’t risk making a mess of himself. He zipped up his fly and stared at the reading materials.

He couldn’t be bothered to read anymore so after a few more minutes he gathered up the books and left his study room. He couldn’t help himself he had to check the study room where he had left Jerry. He slowly arrived at the windowed door and peeked inside the study room. The room was empty save for the chair and desk.

Rico opened the door and went inside. He looked around the room. He didn’t find any trace of the former occupant's activities. Just as well he didn’t want Jerry to get into any trouble. It still raised the question of how the coyote could hide his release that’s if he even had one. Maybe he had just a feel and tease like himself. The silver fox pushed the thought out of his mind because it was making him aroused just thinking about it.

Rico left the study centre and headed back to the dorms for lights out. The bustle of the small dorm kept his mind off sex. That was until he spotted Jerry climb into his bunk. The coyote looked much happier than he had been lately and only Rico knew why. Rico admitted to himself that the prospect of the coyote getting off did annoy him but he knew it was just his lust talking. There had to be a way to get his own private time.

The next morning at the camp was routine with morning roll call and after that a shower with his dorm mates followed by breakfast. Rico arrived at the roster and saw where he was assigned with chores. He had been assigned to clean out the infirmary where furs who got sick or injured got sent to be treated.

He picked up some cleaning supplies before heading into the infirmary. The infirmary was empty because currently, none of the camps inductees needed medical attention. Some of the camp pastors had first aid certifications and one of them was a trained nurse. For anything more serious than that the inductee was transferred to the local hospital.

The infirmary was equipped with four beds and a nurses station. Drugs were kept locked in a drug safe behind the nurse's station. With general medical supplies kept in the cabinets under the nurse's station desk. The room was floored in hospital grade non-porous cement that had a blue crushed gravel pattern across the floor. Whitewashed walls were posters hung promoting good health and cough etiquette such as one promoting furs to sneeze into their elbow.

There were also equipment bins on the wall with various packets of bandages and different sized rubber gloves. The beds were all made and ready for patients with crisp white sheets neatly tucked in. The room looked spotless and Rico debated whether to just slack off but his conscious told him if someone got their wound infected because he didn’t bother to clean the floor it would be on his head.

First, he swept the floor. He only found a couple of dust bunnies in the corner of the room. He then mopped the floor first placing down a wet floor sign and mopped the room thoroughly. Cleaning the room was easy because everything was on trolley wheels so if he had to move something he could just wheel it aside. 

With the room mopped that only left the disabled toilet and shower room to clean. It was located on the other side of the infirmary. He put his mop back into the bucket and walked over to the toilet. Rico had to take a leak so he figured to do that before cleaning the toilet and shower room. He opened the door and closed it behind him flicking the lock shut.

The room had an open shower head in one corner with a lever tap fixed into the wall. The corner of the room where the shower was sloped towards a drain cut into the tiled floor. There was a towel rack on the opposite wall to the shower. It was equipped with white fluffy towels. There was a washbasin fixed lower than into the wall nearest the door. Rico found what was meant to be the room’s toilet.

He was surprised by what he found. Instead of a regular toilet, he found some space age looking thing. It looked like a rounded cabinet with an opening at the front and had a recessed toilet seat in the centre. It looked like the fur sat on the throne and it closed around its user only leaving his or her upper torso and lower thighs exposed. With a space at the back for their tail.

There were even instructions written on laminated cards on the wall. The toilet was designed to clean its user's genitals and clean its user's anus with an auto washer system. Apparently, it was designed for furs with mobility problems. It could help them clean themselves if they were in casts or had mobility restrictions. Quickly checking the instructions Rico found that in order to use the machine you had to sit on the seat and push the start button.

That's what the silver fox did. He undid his belt and slipped down his slacks and underwear. He sat down and pressed the start button. The machine hummed to life and it closed around his lower torso and upper thighs. Rico tried to move but he was secured in a seated position inside the machine. He was locked inside the contraption until he pressed the button that opened the machine.

Rico went about his business when he had finished he looked at the buttons. He jumped slightly when the toilet flushed itself. Instead of his rear covered in toilet water, he had been kept dry somehow.

It was quite the advanced toilet. Something he had never seen before especially in an isolated camp in the woods. His tail wagged behind him. He looked at the controls and looked up at the wall to the instructions. It had fancy features that he wanted to try at least for the novelty factor. He wanted to try one of the buttons but which one?

The first button was the exit button that opened and closed the toilet. Next to the entry/exit button was a group of three buttons each had a symbol of a water jet spraying upwards indicating different strengths. He assumed that this button group was for the bidet function. The last button group had three buttons with a water jet spraying sideways indicating different power settings.

Curious about this other function Rico pressed the first button on the sideways water jet group section. An indicator light lit up the button he had pressed changing it to green. The sound of whirring was heard from within the machine. Suddenly a jet of warm water blasted Rico’s sheath the jet lasted a number of seconds before stopping. A blast of air blew across his sheath and balls drying them thoroughly. This must have been its function. A bidet just for his sheath.

Rico had enjoyed by this treatment. The machine was so gentle and it was quite exotic. He pressed the next button in the same group. He heard the same whirring sound and warm water blasted his sheath. Rico jumped slightly as he felt something mechanical gently take ahold of his sheath. The mechanism slowly retracted his sheath back all the while spraying lovely warm water directly onto his flaccid cock as it was revealed by the machine. His penis didn’t stay flaccid for long as the machine did a second pass spaying more warm water. The machine gently pulled his sheath back up but the skin of his sheath didn’t fit all the way up because Rico was growing aroused.

This must have been a sheath cleaning function. What a modern marvel. Rico was quite surprised that such a machine could retract his sheath and give it a clean just like he did in the shower. Warm air blew across his cock and balls teasing him further. Rico was getting tempted by this machine.

He pressed the last button. He just had to find out what this one did. Soon the machine whirred to life as warm water blasted his exposed penis tip. Rico shivered as the water jets sprayed his arousal. The mechanism inside peeled back his sheath exposing more of his sensitive flesh. It spayed a foam over his erection. Presumably, it was a kind of soap from how it felt.

Rico gasped as he felt sponges on mechanical mechanisms wipe and rub his now fully erect shaft. The soap the machine used acted like lubricate as mechanical sponges rubbed and polished every square inch of his foxhood. His breathing increased as the machine worked at cleaning his penis in a number of passes. The sponges were removed and more jets of water were sprayed over his erection rinsing off the soap. The mechanism that pulled his sheath back up just squeezed and rubbed his cock from the base of his canine knot to his taped tip. His erection was dried with a strong jet of warm air.

When the machine stopped Rico felt his needy cock at full mast. Part of Rico wondered if he should stop himself. He was basically using this fancy bidet as a sex toy now and it was making him feel a little guilty. The heat in his loins was hard to ignore. Rico was alone and no one would know what he was doing. He could get away with a bout of self-pleasure for all anyone knew he was just using the restroom. He pressed the button again. Time for another deep clean.

His foxhood was sprayed with a jet of water this time Rico let out a moan and gasped. The mechanism that was designed to retract his sheath just squeezed down the length of his cock and over the contours of his knot. The claws of his foot paws scraped across the tiles as he balled them up. Another louder moan escaped from his muzzle.

A foam was sprayed over his twitching member and the lovely mechanical sponges wiped and rubbed his throbbing fox cock. Rico was moaning loudly as the machine cleaned his erection. His hand paws tightly balled into fists as he felt himself about to blew his load. The machine changed to rinsing his erection just when he was about to cum. He thrust his hand paws to the metal plate of the machine covering his erection. He pressed his hand paws into the cool metal wanting to stroke himself to completion.

His erection was dried again and the machine stopped. Rico hit the button for the third time. He was panting and starting to get twitchy he needed this, he needed the release. His cock was wet before the water jets hit it because it was leaking pre cum. The water jet teased him getting him prepared for the final act. His loud moans filled the small room echoing off the walls as the sponges washed him. He balled up his foot paws as he felt his long-suppressed orgasm roll up his shaft.

Rico screamed as the first rope of cum shot into the machine. He gasped and moaned as more of his thick creamy release shot out from his foxhood. Just as he finished his release the machine rinsed his erection with water cleaning away evidence of his session. Rico panted and as he recovered from his orgasm. The machine dried his erection and then shut itself off.

Rico waited until his foxhood to return into his sheath before pressing the open button. The machine opened up and Rico stood up. He felt much better all the stress of the last few days hand been washed away. He needed that release it had been long overdue. He had to clean this room and then it was off to lunch. The silver fox had kept his cleaning supplies out in the main room so he went to the door.

He walked out into the infirmary. Sitting at the nurse's station was Ben another silver fox the nurse and one of the pastors at the camp. Rico’s chest tightened. Had the other fox heard him? He eyed Ben who was doing paperwork from the looks of it. The pastor had a box of some medication and he was writing something on a clipboard. There wasn’t a glare or look of disapproval on his muzzle. Perhaps he had just arrived.

“H-hello.” Rico stammered.

“Hello, Rico.” Ben replied as his muzzle curled up into a smile. He kept his gaze on his work.

“I just had to take a leak.” Rico said heat raising up to his muzzle.

Ben looked up towards Rico his golden eyes looking into the other fox’s own.

Rico kicked himself for stating the obvious.

“Well, it must have been a long leak you were in there for a while. I trust you worked out the controls on the toilet.” said Ben.

Rico turned away from the other fox towards his cleaning supplies. “I worked them out.” he answered finally.

“That’s good some furs have a hard... time working out the controls. They just need to push the right buttons a couple of times before they are used to it. It may take a few goes until a sheath is polished to completion.” Ben said. His muzzle twisted into a smirk.

Rico didn’t know how he should respond. He picked up his mop bucket and dragged it towards the toilet door.

“Rico I’ll stop teasing you. I know what you were really doing in there. You were quite vocal.” said Ben.

Rico stopped pushing the bucket and look up at Ben wide-eyed. “I wasn’t…” he trailed off when he saw Ben’s knowing smile.

“When furs are sick they come here. If they have to stay in quarantine with the flu I look after them. If they happen to spend extra time cleaning their sheath then I turn a blind eye or a deaf ear to what they do in there.” said Ben.

Rico gulped expecting to get busted down a level or at least a lecture.

“I tell my patients to try at least one sheath cleaning function. It is surprising how often they need to visit the restroom after that.” said Ben.

The knot in Rico’s chest unwound itself. Ben didn’t seem to be one of the stricter pastors.

Ben opened a draw and took a tablet out. “Rico you have to be more careful where you masturbate around here.” He said.

Ben turned on the tablet and logged in. He motioned Rico closer. The silver fox stepped closer until both could see the screen. A video began to play. It was surveillance camera footage. It showed an angle looking down into one of the study rooms in the library. A figure that Rico soon realized as Jerry was openly masturbating in the study room. The date on the video timestamp was dated with yesterday’s date.

Ben flicked the touchscreen on the tablet until a new video came up. It was a video of Rico’s own touch and clutch session in the study room. His privates were under the table but it was still obvious to anyone what he was doing. Ben flicked the touch screen of the tablet and a trash bin icon came up. He pressed the icon and the video disappeared and came up with an error message footage not found.

“Whoops.” said Ben with mock regret in his voice. “It looks like Jerry’s been a naughty coyote. He should be more like you Rico. You would never masturbate in the study rooms.” continued Ben.

“Thank you.” said Rico.

“Like I said, be more careful. I don’t believe that not masturbating is healthy. Scientific studies have stated that regular masturbation promotes prostate health. Sin can be washed away with the right bidet setting.” said Ben poking his tongue out.

Rico thanked his lucky stars. He had to be careful here but at least he knew he had someone on his side.