Foxes on Fire

Part 5

By Silver Sheep 

The bright sun shone down onto the water of the large lake on a warm summer's day. The water was a perfect temperature for swimming. There were many furs out in the water. Most of them were various canines but all of them were male. This was because they were inductees at the Foxes on Fire camp. 

The camp was run by a local religious group. The purpose of the camp was to “fix” adult males who were gay or suffered from porn addiction. It offered corrective therapy for males who suffered from same-sex attraction. The camp’s purpose was to get its inductees living a pure lifestyle. In order to do this the camp ran a boot camp style regime. 

The program was voluntary and they were all adults so they could choose to leave at any time. That being said many of the camp’s inductees were there because of pressure from their family or church. It was something they had to endure to keep drama out of their family life. A kind of punishment for their sinful ways.

The individual inductee was subjected to a full course of work, exercise and religious education. They were constantly monitored by the pastors while in the program. The inductees were encouraged to tattle on one another. They had no privacy, sleeping in dormitories and showering together. Most of the time they were run ragged and had to earn their time off.

Being a religious camp the policy towards sex and masturbatory activities was quite negative. It wasn't uncommon for an inductee to be publicly shamed if they failed to adhere to the abstinence rules. It could be seen as strange for such a religious camp to go with such an unorthodox approach but the inductees weren't in a position to question their treatment. 

A silver fox lounged on the ground in the shade of some pine trees on the lake shore. He had a view of the many furs swimming, playing and relaxing in the water. Being one of the camp’s pastors and the camp’s on-site nurse meant that his job for today was just watching the fun and keeping an eye on the many furs in the water. 

He could see everyone clearly with his keen vulpine eyes. There was something else he could see. With a sight that only a handful of other gifted furs possessed. It was a sight that could see not with his eyes but with his mind. It was a sight that could see another's sexual feelings. He could tell how aroused another fur was and if they liked males or females or even both. 

This power didn't grant him the ability to read minds or pry into the sexual fantasies of those he looked at. What he could tell was roughly how much time had passed since their last sexual release and exactly what their sexuality was. It was in the sight, a view that he could use to see the sexual feelings that others keep hidden. 

He closed his eyes and concentrated. Soon instead of just the blackness of his closed eyelids, he saw the glowing ghosts that showed a fur’s sexual energy. He could see the energy ghost of each of the furs in and around the water. It was as if he was seeing a fur’s nervous system represented by glowing outlines of light. The energy ghosts glowed different colours in the blackness of his mind's eye. 

From the colour of a fur’s glowing ghost image, the silver fox could tell their sexuality. Gay furs would glow blue and straight furs would glow green. As for bisexual furs, they would move up and down the spectrum of colour between blue and green depending on their preference towards males or females. 

He looked with his sight focusing on the glowing energy ghost of what he guessed was a fox judging by the shape and size of the glowing ghost. He could tell immediately that this individual was exclusively gay. His energy ghost was glowing a brilliant blue. The brightness was telling the silver fox that this male hadn’t had sex or had masturbated for a while. He was full of sexual energy. 

The silver fox turned his gaze towards another male this time one of the few non-candids. He was an otter who’s glowing ghost was swimming quite quickly through the water in a special way only an otter could manage. He could see him clearly despite the fact he was swimming in the water. This guy must have been naughty recently because his glowing was much dimmer than that of the others. That meant he must have had experienced a sexual release in less than twenty-four hours. 

His ghostly form also betrayed that he was bisexual with a preference towards men. The silver fox moved his gaze to the next fur this guy was probably a coyote who was sitting on the main pier from how his energy ghost was positioned. This guy was hiding his erection but the silver fox could feel the heat of his hot ghostly nerves and how they were building up a heat at his crotch. A fur’s sexual arousal came through as a sensation of radiant heat. This way he could tell just how aroused a fur was just from this feeling of heat alone.

The silver fox opened his eyes to see who he was. The coyote was the guy he was going to bust for masturbating in the private study rooms. This brought a smile to the silver fox's muzzle. From this angle, the coyote was shielding his lusty state from the other swimmers in the water. The coyote's eyes were fixated on a buff wolf wearing just speedos standing ankle deep in the lake near the shore. The wolf’s wet fur was quite enticing as water dripped down his defined muscles.

The silver fox chucked to himself no wonder the coyote was having issues. He turned to look out into the lake itself. There was another silver fox out in the lake. He was standing neck deep in water far away from the others. It was Rico a fox he had been flirting with the other day. He had a bored expression on his muzzle that even from his distance away he could still make out. 

Ben licked his chops. It was time to have some fun with Rico. He closed his eyes and searched out for Rico's ghostly form with his powers. He found Rico's blue glowing ghost quickly. It was not super bright indicating that he had climaxed in the past few days. He could tell that Rico was currently not at all sexuality aroused because his energy ghost had no heat in it at all. 

Rico was about to get a surprise. Another aspect of his power was that he could influence an another's sexual arousal. If he concentrated enough he could add heat to increase arousal or subtract heat to decrease it. He didn't know how it felt for the fur on the receiving end of his influence. He didn't know if it injected sexual visions into the other fur's mind or just turned on their arousal like a light switch but he knew that his power worked. Rico must be feeling so cold out there by himself perhaps he should heat him up. 

The silver fox concentrated with his powers. A heat began to build up inside of Rico, the heat was concentrated in the other silver fox’s groin. Nobody but Ben knew what was going on as the heat welled up Rico’s loins. As he was submerged, no one could tell that he was getting more and more sexually stimulated. Ben knew that the fox was getting very excited indeed as the ghostly outlines of his nerve endings showed that Rico had grown fully erect. It must have been unusual for the fox to become abruptly aroused as if he'd been engaging in foreplay for several minutes. Reco’s swim trunks must have been chafing his sudden erection because his hand paws appeared as their ghostly outlines in Ben’s special sight. Rico’s hand paws reached down adjusting his swimming trunks. He couldn’t see the trunks themselves in his sight but Ben interpreted Rico’s movements.

Ben wasn't satisfied with just turning the other silver fox on. He wanted the other male to become overwhelmed by his own lust. He redoubled his efforts focusing on stoking the fire in the other fox’s loins. A small smirk formed on Ben’s muzzle as he saw results of his attention. Poor Rico must have been embarrassed by his sudden and uncontrollable lust because he wasn't one of the more swishy gay guys at the camp and a more modest sort. Ben could tell that Rico was still resisting his natural urges because he had his hand paws clenched tightly into fists by his sides trying to avoid the tantalizing delights of his sex. 

Ben had played this game before, often he saw it as a challenge in getting the most prudish of males to do something that they would never do without his influence. Ben was sure that Rico would never masturbate in public even if he was mostly submerged in the water where no one could tell what his paws were doing. Rico needed a push in the right direction. The right push was the amplified sexual passion of a healthy male. A searing heat in his loins that needed attention that couldn't be neglected. It was getting to that stage now. 

Rico was now swiping at his swim trunks trying to make them more comfortable. His firm fox cock must have been pestering him, ensnared in the tight confines of his swimming trunks. Soon he stopped swiping and began groping himself in earnest. Ben knew that he had won this battle when he saw Rico’s ghostly hand paws slide down the front of his swimming trunks. The fox began pawing at his length. Giving in to his male demands. A burning desire that had suddenly overcome him.

Only Ben knew what the other fox was up to, masturbating in front of everyone. No one could see what he was doing as he was submerged up to his neck in water. Ben watched with his power as the other fox attended to his needy erection. His grin widened across Ben’s muzzle as he watched Rico in his mind's eye. He didn't need to add any more fuel to the fire raging in the other fox’s loins. He had overcome the other foxes sense of modesty, corrupting him, making him more depraved and lust driven.

Ben’s shorts tented with his own erection as he watched the scene unfold. It was a kink he had, corrupting another, stoking the fire of lust and watching them succumb to their body’s temptations. He wasn’t doing this out of malice. He didn't want to upset the poor fox. He had chosen him not only because he fancied Rico but because of the circumstances. As he was far away from the rest of the group hidden from everyone's view yet right in the open. This added a second layer to Ben’s arousal. Only he knew that Rico was furiously masturbating under the water, paws working up and down his needy fox cock again and again. Rico must be getting frantic for relief, release from the torment, the fire in his balls. A fire that Ben had started, that he had stoked more and more.

Ben opened his eyes and looked over at Rico with his natural vision. All he could see was the fox’s muzzle above the water. You could tell from the across the way that he was panting but that was the only suggestion of what was happening below the surface. The water was clean but it wasn't crystal clear. There was nothing giving away what Rico was doing to his needy hard red rocket under the surface. That he was pumping away at it desperately, so desperate for release.

Ben’s own tapered penis had slipped out from its sheath into his underwear. He wasn't going to attend to it. Not in front of the whole camp. He wasn't that perverted he still had to pretend he was a good religious pastor although that was becoming a bit of a sham as of late. With one of the other pastors approaching him with an offer to turn a blind eye to gay sex at the camp. It turns out the so-called gay conversion therapy didn't really work and the pastors that were the most furiously opposed to any same-sex relations often turned out to be the horniest gay furs of them all.

Ben closed his eyes and returned to his special vision he could tell that Rico was getting closer and closer to release he could see the pressure building up in the ghostly image of his nervous system. He could feel the heat as if he was standing in front of an open fireplace Ben wanted Rico to enjoy himself for a little longer so this time he put a little dampener on the raging fire in other fox’s loins. Not snuffing it out completely by any means but just enough to slow him down to make his release just a little bit elusive. At tops another five minutes at the place, he was going at. 

Ben had honed his craft over many years. His strange power had manifested in his early twenties. At first, he was scared of his power and saw it as a mental illness or a curse but over the next couple of years, his had grown less afraid of his gift. Searching on the Internet he had found a small group of furs that claimed to possess such powers. Some of them were fake to be sure but there were real ones too. Furs that really had the same power that he had. He had yet to meet another one of his kind in person but he had formed a few contacts on a mysterious web forum. Where he posted on from time to time.

He had studied to be a nurse despite his religious family wanting him in the seminary. He had made a deal with them. If he took a job at the Foxes on Fire camp as the camp’s nurse he would make the family proud, be part of the church and pursue his chosen career. Even though he worked here he didn't really want to cure the inductees of their supposed illness, their homosexuality. His powers showed him that furs didn’t choose who they were attracted to but it was written into their makeup. What he really wanted to do was help them come to terms with who they were. He couldn’t do this openly but maybe using his subtle powers he could help these men become less ashamed of their true selves and more comfortable with what God had planned for them. Was it not God that gave him this gift and his desire to help his fellow fur?

Ben closed his eyes and turned his attention back to Rico who was still pawing away furiously at his aching cock under the surface. He was getting closer, close to a marvellous release. The heat bubbling up inside his tight balls. Ben opened his eyes he wanted to see Rico’s expression. Ben watched closely as he saw Rico’s panting head above the water. As the eyes of the other silver fox rolled back in ecstasy he didn't need his powers to tell him that the fox had a shattering orgasm ripping through his body. Ben knew that no one else besides Rico knew what had just occurred and just how occupied those fox paws had been.

He continued to study Rico for several more moments as the fox recovered from his powerful orgasm. It must have been such a relief for him but at the same time such a mischievous thing for him to do, masturbate insight of his peers. He must be feeling quite shy now but at the same time exhilarated knowing that he did something so naughty and got away with it. Ben’s own erection had calmed itself down. He had to retain the image of the good pastor after all and having a public erection wouldn't help that matter.

Ben reclined as he observed the other furs swim and play around in the water. It was the day off at the foxes on fire camp. A change from the usual work day of toil and religious study. The enjoyable mood at the camp was a welcome change from the usual strict regime. One of the camp’s pastors had even set up an inflatable wolf pool toy. This toy was big enough to support the weight of two adult males on its back. The wolf markings of the pool toy were tan, brown and white. It had big toon-like blue eyes and a smile painted on its face. The toy was tied to a small pier further down the lakeside a distance from the main pier. It was secured so it wouldn't float out onto the lake and so that a fur could hop on its back from the smaller pier.

There was a red fox sitting on the back of the wolf pool toy. Ben turned his gaze to the red fox that he identified as Octavian. Ben felt sorry for Octavian he was so shy and reserved and barely spoke to any of the other furs at the camp. He was quite a gorgeous young man with a sharp fox muzzle soft luscious fur and a slim build with just a hint of muscle definition. He had a large bushy tail that he’d swing from side to side on occasion.

The silver fox stood up and begin walking towards the red fox Octavian. Octavian stayed seated on the back of the inflatable wolf pool toy. The toy some at the camp called Mr Wolfie. The smaller pier was a bit out of the way from the other furs but closer to Ben’s resting spot. As usual, Octavian was withdrawing from the other furs at the camp. Ben wanted to speak with the fox maybe help him come out of his shell.

Octavian's bright vulpine eyes widened when he saw Ben advance. This wasn't lost on the silver fox who also noticed how Octavian's ears pressed flat against his head in a classic sign of canine submission. The poor guy was always highly strung. Ben got closer and waved hello Octavian responded with a brief wave.

“Hello Octavian, isn't it warm a sunny day?” asked Ben.

The fox turned his muzzle from left to right before responding with “Yeah, yeah it is.”

Small talk was getting him to speak but the red fox still seemed very shy. Ben wondered what he could do to help the poor guy out.

Octavian was hugging around Mr Wolfie's neck with both his arms. His tail flicked lazily out behind him. He was wearing just the standard navy blue swimming trunks of the camp. He was exposing most his Russet, black and white fur. Ben had to admit that the guy was cute. He wouldn’t mind patting his gorgeous fur.

Ben took a seat on the pier on the other side to where the pool toy was tied to. He dipped his foot paws into the cool water of the lake. He closed his eyes and took a look at Octavian with his other sight he remembered the bright glowing ghost of Octavian from earlier. It was the same bright blue glow that he had first spotted. Octavian was full of repressed sexual energy he could see it clearly. The fox must not have had any sexual contact since before he had arrived at the camp.

Octavian must have been shy indeed to not have crept away for a quick masturbation session at least once. Ben knew with his sight exactly when someone at the camp had experienced recent sexual relief. Despite all the policies at the camp, they couldn't stop the biological realities of young adults and their sexual urges.

The camp monitored the dorms of its inductees and had a policy on how they should sleep. Everyone had to have their hand paws above the sheets the whole night and this was enforced by himself and the other pastors at the camp. Even the restrooms had their stalls removed to offer no privacy but it didn’t deter the physical urges of the inductees it only made them more creative.

If they couldn't get some paw time in the dorms they would find some alone time during some of the work tasks. Not all work tasks at the camp were supervised if someone was assigned to clean out a storeroom oftentimes they would take a chance and have a quick paw off on the job. The camp had a level system and the higher privilege levels allowed for more privacy and they did take advantage of that extra privacy whether it was the private study rooms in the library or on the jogging trail around the camp stopping off in the woods to attend to a biological demand. Inductees could always find a way to get around the strict regime.

The fact that Octavian hadn't gotten around to relieving one of the most basic of a fox’s needs was troubling. Ben wondered if the fox was just so shy that he wouldn't take the risks the others would in seeking carnal pleasures. He had to help him.

The silver fox opened his eyes and looked up at Octavian. The fox was still cuddling the large inflatable wolf. He had the squeaky toy in an embrace like that of a lover. The poor fox must be feeling so lonely. He was definitely on the more introverted side of the spectrum. Ben understood that not everyone could be an extroverted fur. It wasn't wrong to be introverted but at the same time, it made life hard to find love and companionship.

“How are you enjoying your time at Foxes on Fire, Octavian?” asked Ben.

The fox was taken aback by the silver fox’s question. Eventually, he answered, “It's good here I'm keeping myself out of trouble.”

That was something Ben could already tell. It was something he wanted to change. The silver fox felt a tingle of excitement shoot up his spine. He had an idea, a cheeky idea but an idea nonetheless. Perhaps there was a way Mr Wolfie could be Octavian’s lover with his help.

Ben turned his gaze from the fox and surveyed his surroundings checking on the other furs. Out on the lake they were all having fun and nobody seemed to be in any trouble so he closed his eyes focused back on Octavian's glowing energy ghost. He had to be subtle not like he had been with Rico. He had to be gentle with Octavian because he was such a delicate fox he didn't want to traumatize the poor guy.

He added a small amount of heat to Octavian's energy ghost it was comparable to placing hand paw on the side of a well-insulated coffee mug. Just enough heat to be warmed but not enough to be burned. 

He opened his eyes and turned back towards the red fox. To the outside observer, nothing had changed but Ben know that the other Fox was beginning to feel the subtle effects of his powers. A mild tug of arousal.

Octavian turned his muzzle away from Ben seemingly embarrassed. Ben knew exactly why the heat that he had pumped into the red fox was just enough to cause the tapered tip of Octavian’s penis to peek out from its sheath he reckoned. He wanted Octavian to feel the sensitive flesh of his sex rub against the inside of his swimming trunks as he straddled the inflatable wolf. It would tease Octavian just a little.

“Octavian are you keeping lustful temptations at bay? It can be difficult to refrain from masturbation.” asked Ben. Ben knew that asking about temptation would keep Octavian thinking about his arousal.

Octavian turned towards the silver fox, his eyes widened as if we had been caught with his hand paw inside a cookie jar but he said, “I've been keeping myself pure by God's grace.” 

Ben worked hard to keep his facial expressions under control he was enjoying teasing Octavian but he didn't want to make it too obvious at least at first. He kept quiet for around five minutes giving the red fox time to think about temptation.

Ben splashed his foot paws through the water and pretended to look towards the others. He closed his eyes and was pleased to see that the other fox was still just as excited as before. He now added a little more heat to Octavian's energy ghost.

Ben knew what he was doing he was exploiting the fact Octavian was riding a giant rubber pool toy out in the water. It would be difficult for him to keep still with the continuous movement of the lapping lake water. All the while firm rubber brushing back and forth against his swimming trunks. It would be hard for Octavian to get ahold of his arousal with the constant stimulation.

It was quite the diabolical plan using the innocence of a comical wolf pool toy as an impromptu sex toy that would seduce Octavian with loving tactile stimulation. The other fox would be too flustered to leave the pool toy and come back onto the pier now that he had an erection. So he would have to stay on the inflatable wolf until Ben left or he got control over his arousal. Ben wasn't going to let that happen so he would just have to stay on the wolf.

Ben opened his eyes and turned towards Octavian again. The red fox was clutching the neck of the wolf pool toy tighter than before. At this angle, no one could tell that Octavian was getting more aroused at least not with natural vision. Ben suppressed a grin. Octavian was in for a fun ride.

Ben relaxed and splayed his foot paws into the water. He let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes yet again. In his vision, he could tell that the other fox was now fully erect. He was trying to stay still but it was impossible on an inflatable wolf out on the water. A smile spread across Ben’s lips. Octavian just needed a pinch more heat and his plan would be set in motion. Ben just added a touch more heat to the smouldering fire of Octavian’s arousal.

The silver fox stood up and walked over towards the side of the dock the wolf was tied to. Octavian twisted and thrashed on the back of the wolf. He must be trying to hide his erection thought Ben as he stood at the end of the dock. Ben took a discrete peek down at the other fox’s crotch. He could see Octavian’s obvious erection. It was confined to the tight fabric of his swimming trunks. His bulge brushed against the smooth rubber of the inflatable wolf. Octavian was trying to act natural but he kept rubbing his crotch as discreetly as he could into the toy he was riding.

“I’m glad you are enjoying your time at our camp. Your wolf friend looks fun to play with.” said Ben.

The fox didn’t answer he was gently rocking back and forth on the squeaky wolf.

“Not many inductees have such a commitment to abstinence as you do.” said Ben.

The other fox just nodded as he kept rocking back and forth enjoying his pool toy much more than before.

Ben knew exactly what the other fox was doing but kept playing dumb. “I often catch inductees masturbating. You’d be surprised how often they sneak off the running path for a quick tug.” said Ben licking his chops.

Octavian was being a little less discreet now adding a little thrust each time he rocked back and forth on the rubber pool toy.

“I think it’s those tight running shorts. How the soft fabric caresses their sheath as they run going back and forth. What do you think?” asked Ben.

Octavian was gently gasping as he rocked back and forth. It took him awhile to realise he was expected to answer. “Yeah.” he answered breathlessly.

Ben kept his expression passive as he watched Octavian rocking on the wolf. He knew that the red fox was now masturbating by humping his inflatable wolf slowly as to not be too noticeable. He watched the fox rock back and forth letting out a soft huff each time the rubber ground across his crotch. Ben’s lack of reaction was emboldening Octavian so it seemed.

Ben plan was working he watched the other fox’s expression. How his whiskers twitched just a little bit as he rocked. How his pink tongue was starting to come out as he began to softly pant. His tail was wagging to and fro as well. The wolf squeaked under him as he rocked back and forth. His hips grinding into his pool toy. It was a delightful sight.

Octavian must be enjoying the sensations and Ben wasn’t about to stop him. He was going to just stand on the pier and pretend that Octavian was just playing. Ben looked back towards the rest of the group. Nobody was paying them any attention. From a distance, it just looked as if Octavian was horsing around especially with one of the camp’s pastors standing next to him.

“You wouldn't think of such things as sex Octavian. That feeling of a cock trapped in tight swimming trunks humping his rubber wolf again and again.” said Ben as turned back towards Octavian.

His teasing words must have brought Octavian over the edge because he went rigid and bit down on his lower lip. He let out a muffled cry. A look of absolute bliss came across his muzzle. After several moments the red fox came to his senses and returned to his shy self. His ears pressed flatly against his head and turned his gaze towards the lake away from Ben.

Ben offered his hand paw to the red fox who reluctantly took it. The silver fox helped Octavian onto the pier. Ben couldn’t help but gawk at his handy work. A large wet cum patch was staining the other fox’s swimming trunks. His trunks had been dry which made his release all the more obvious.

Octavian brought his hand paws down and placed them in front of his messy cum stain and his still erect red rocket. The water permeable fabric let his release collect in a gooey slick patch. He had been pent up indeed to make such a mess. He had an expression as if he was about to cry. Ben had to act now to make him feel better.

“You must have loved your wolfie so much to make a cummy mess of your swimming trunks my dear. You’re not the first fur to have an accident with Mr Wolfie. He just has that influence on some furs.” said Ben in a gentle voice.

Octavian shot Ben a brief look but stayed silent.

“If I didn’t want you to ride Mr Wolfie to completion I would have stopped you. I know how good it feels to have his taut rubber squeezing your cock. How it feels to grind your fox cock into his back. I didn’t want you to stop even if you got a little wet you are out on the water after all.” said Ben.

The red fox looked surprised. His look of shame being replaced by one of utter shock.

“Mr Wolfie rewards a fox who knows how to ride him. A wet patch down the front of your swimming trunks just shows how much fun you had with him. A fox can have as much fun with Mr Wolfie as he likes. He is a toy after all.” said Ben.

Octavian was still too bashful to speak but at least he wasn’t looking ashamed as he did just moments ago.

“Fun with Mr Wolfie is not worth reporting or being punished for. What a fox does with Mr Wolfie is between him and Mr Wolfie. A dip in the lake will wash away the pleasure you’ve leaked just like it never happened.” said Ben with a grin.

Octavian took the suggestion and went to the edge of the pier and lowered himself into the water. While the red fox cleaned himself up in the lake Ben returned to his lounging spot from earlier in the shade. Ben had taken enough risks with his powers today. He was going to relax and enjoy the shade and the view.

He did one last check of Octavian’s energy ghost. It was very dim now that he had released his sexual energy. He hoped that Octavian wouldn’t beat himself up over his time with Mr Wolfie it was an “accident” after all. He would have to chat with Octavian again at another time after he’d calmed down. Ben opened his eyes and let out a sigh. It was a sad world when you couldn’t be yourself and felt shame over natural feelings. Ben could help one fur at a time that’s all he could do.