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The Cult and the Key

By Zrathie

Jamie ran across a clearing deep in the heart of the woods. His breath came out in short pants. The red fox was dressed in a white tee shirt and tan shorts. The crisp morning air made his breath to turn to vapour and hang in the air. He darted across the field. He stopped to look behind him. His eyes searched the forest. The forest appeared clear. A soft mist hung in the air hiding the ferns that covered the forest floor.

The fox reached down and clutched his crotch with a hand paw. His black rubbery paw pads dug into the tan fabric. He crossed his legs tightly. His need to escape was beginning to be surpassed by his need to piss. He knew that he had to hold it. The musky scent of his urine would let the cultists recognise he had been out of the camp. He had to get as much distance away as he could before he could attend to his biological urge. In his other hand paw, he clutched the key. It was the key to his liberation.

At first, his bladder had sent just been a faint reminder that he needed to visit the bathroom, but it had developed steadily as time passed. He had to move. It didn't help his bladder urges. The full feeling made him shiver. He had a chance for some relief from another need that he just had to take. He wouldn't get the key again in a hurry. He had spotted the small silver key on the ground in the hallway as he was walking to the toilet to do an early morning piss.

He couldn't believe it. It wasn't just any key. It was THE key. The key to his chastity cage. All the initiates were forced to wear them. He immediately picked it up and snuck into an empty storeroom to test the key. His heart skipped a beat when not only the key fit but it unlocked his cage. He quickly locked it back up again. As much as he wanted to masturbate then and there, he had to be smart about it. If he was going to paw off, he had to get far away from the main camp. He decided he had to take advantage of this chance now. Whoever had lost the key would soon notice it was missing. He didn't even stop to do his first piss before he crept outside.

He had a chance to escape this chastity even if it was only for the morning. He planned to get far enough away from the camp, attend to his carnal needs and get back before he or the key was missed. He had been running through the dark all morning now. He had to keep moving if he was going to return in time. He took off again running through the ferns and over fallen logs. His bladder screaming for relief. He could only hold on a little while longer before he would have to let go. It wasn't a question of will but of biological necessity.

His jogging foot paws suddenly splashed into a muddy puddle. The mud oozed up between his pads. His foot paws sunk down into the muddy earth. They got completely coated. He could feel the water seep into his fur up to his ankles. He twisted his foot paws in the slushy, wet ground trying to pull them free. He stopped to clutch at his sheath. Another wave of urgent desperation overcame him. He let out a moan.

Part of him just wanted to let go then and there and flood his shorts. He kept his self-control. Coming back to camp is soaked sorts would bring a boatload of unwanted attention. Quickly the wave passed, and he could move without feeling like he would spring a leak. He pulled one and then the other of his foot paws free from the mud with slippery slops. Once he had a firmer purchase, he ran up a modest hill towards dryer ground.

He skidded to a stop. He crossed his legs tightly as an intense wave of desperation serged from his bladder. His muddy foot paws were reminding him just how badly he needed to go. He knew that he would not be able to run anymore until he gave in to this most basic of needs. With shaking hand paws, he pulled down his shorts. He kicked them free and out of the way.

The only underwear he was wearing was his cock cage. It was a tight stainless steel dome with metal bands that wrapped around his balls. The top of the dome had a slit for him to piss out of but he wasn't going to use it this time. He had the key to unlock the dastardly cage. It was the moment of truth he slipped the small key into the keyhole at the side of the device. With a quick turn, the cage unlocked. With a metallic pop, his sheath was liberated. He carefully threaded the open cage from around his genitals and tossed it to the ground.

Jamie hoped that he was far enough away from the camp that the scent of his activities wouldn't reach the wrong noses. He aimed his sheath towards the base of a pine tree. He pulled back just enough of his sheath to expose his urethra. Then an urgent jet of piss blasted out from his sheath. It was as if it was an orgasm. It sprayed the bark of the tree spraying in all directions. The quiet forest was interrupted by the loud hissing noise. The fox's jet clamped shut for a brief moment. It was the first time pissing standing up in weeks. After getting his bearings, the mighty stream commenced.

The fox's bladder was packed full with his nightly build up of piss. The new more massive current shot from his sheath. The hissing stream was cascading down the bark of the tree. Steam began to rise from the warm fluid as it reacted to the cold air. Jamie's pee started to pool in an alcove formed by the tree's roots. Soon his warm piss formed a puddle right under Jamie's foot paws. He didn't care that he was standing in it Jamie had a more urgent concern. As the stream continued, his cock had begun to engorge. It was now in a semi-hard state. The red flesh contrasted against the white fur of his crotch. His erection was not waiting for his bladder to drain. The acrid scent of his urine filled the air. A smell that could be his downfall.

The fox moaned it was such a relief to let go. The stream tapered off he shook his cock which had only grown even harder, rising to full mast. His arousal was finally unleashed. He could smell it the scent of his male musk. He sucked in urgent breaths as he looked around. He stopped his panicked thoughts he was alone. He could finally take care of his carnal urges.

His red rocket was standing proud and tall. Jamie took a moment to savour the feeling. The feeling of just having an erection was a privilege. It had been weeks since he could have an erection let alone masturbate. It was something he had taken for granted before being caged. He touched his engorged penis with his favourite hand paw. He slowly ran his black rubbery paw pads up and down his hard as steel cock. He let out a loud moan. His cock was extra sensitive. It had been the longest he had been without a paw off session. He used to take care of himself every day before he was sent to investigate the cult.

It wasn't something he had ever questioned. The freedom to masturbate was just part of his daily routine. Whether it was alone in bed attending to his morning wood, soaping himself up in the shower or even a late-night search for porn. He was of the mind it was his body, and there wasn't anything wrong about attending to his carnal desires. How he missed this. Just a pure pleasure in life.

He pumped his maleness in gentle strokes. A thick bead of pre-cum formed at his urethra. It was lapped up into his paw pads as he stroked away. Soon his length was getting a slick coating of pre-cum from his weeping cock tip. It made his paw pads slop against his male meat. He could feel his balls churn as he worked his cock. His bulbous canine knot was already pushing at the base of his sheath begging to be free. He knew he wouldn't last long even at this slow pace.

He looked down to see his thick knot pop free. He forced himself to stop just to marvel at the sight of his proud red rocket. It was shining on the launch pad awaiting blast off. It was a sin not to pleasure his cock; these Puritans were mad to keep natural urges locked away. He clasped his knot. It was solid as stone he could feel his pulse increase its pace thundering in his chest. He traced the contours of his knot. It was a gift his kind had one he was delighted to explore. He could remember looking at his proud canine bulb in the mirror for the first time. Back when he had first decided to explore his body long ago. Jamie was done holding off he wrapped his hand paw tightly around his erection and began pumping himself urgently. He could feel his pleasure build from inside his balls.

His vulpine eyes rolled back into his head. Not long after that, a thick jet of potent fox cum surged forth. The cum rope sailed into the air in an arc before falling to the ground with a splat. The sheer pleasure nearly made him fall backwards. His bushy tail lashing out to steady his balance. There were more pulses of his release to add to the first. It was a massive release perhaps the largest he had ever done. His knot kept his erection locked right out into the open. He panted as he recovered from his blissful orgasm.

He surrendered to his feelings of release for several minutes. He just wanted to feel the natural high. To savour it because he had to lock himself up again. Eventually, he regained his composure. Jamie picked up his tan shorts. The fox flinched when he released his error, the hand paw he had pumped himself to completion with was still slick with his pre-cum. It had stained the tan fabric with a wet paw print of musky cum. It had the unmistakable odour of male release, his release. It would let the cult know instantly about his unsanctioned orgasm. Not only that his paw reeked of it too. He hadn't really thought this through.

He was going to have to find somewhere to wash himself off before replacing his chastity cage. That's if he wanted to remain undetected. His cock had sprung to life again it was semi-erect. He would have to paw off again before he replaced the cage. For now, he had to move, so he waited out his excitement. He slipped on his shorts and retrieved the cage from the ground. He slid the hated device into a pocket and set about finding a stream to wash himself off.

He ran for what seemed like fifteen minutes. Scampering through the forest. He had a general idea of where he was going. He had entered a grove that was hidden in semi-darkness under a thick canopy of trees. Suddenly he felt his paw stepping on something. He looked down to see what it was. He had stepped on a generous sized white mushroom. Jamie stopped and looked down at it. It had broken into pieces and released a pile of dust like spores.

Soon a scent filled his nostrils. It was the mushroom its smell was heavenly it made his mouth water. He hadn't eaten since dinner, so his stomach growled. He knew better than to eat some random mushroom. Most wild mushrooms were poisonous or made you high. He started off again every so often there was another mushroom on the forest floor. As he kept running the concentrations of fungi had increased. Enabitilly he squashed a few more under his foot paws.

The strange scent of the spores continued holding influence over him. He licked his chops he was salivating. He was starting to get jittery like he needed to try one. Soon he stopped his urge to return before he was missed seemingly supplanted by his need to eat. He looked down at one of the mushrooms it just seemed perfect. He plucked it from the ground and lifted it up to look at it. His logical mind was screaming at him, but it was being muffled, and the desire for a taste was supplanting his rationality.

He pressed his canine nose to it and huffed in the scent. More of its spores leaked from its freshly cut base. He felt drugged his mind knew he shouldn't eat it, but his body took a bite. As the taste hit his tongue, he became groggy. As he started to chew Jamie, let out a moan of pleasure a feeling of euphoria had overcome him as he devoured the rest of the mushroom. Soon he had another and another. Jamie lost count of how many as he ate his fill. After a short while, he began to get drowsy. His body felt heavy he was getting too drained to fight whatever the mushrooms were doing to him. It was too late his belly was full of the buggers. He slumped down to the soft mossy ground. It felt good to relax, it felt good to let the stress go. His eyes drifted shut.

He awoke from his drug-induced sleep with a start. He looked around and saw that the sun was high in the sky. It was too late to come back they would have known he was gone by now. He leapt up and took off again going much faster now that he had to escape. He had to make better time because they would be looking for him and if they captured him again, a chastity cage would be the smallest of his worries. At least he was away from the camp. He ran for a way. He scampered from tree trunk to tree trunk trying to use some stealth. He was beginning to have a paranoid feeling that he was being hunted. His idea was to trek to the river and follow it towards town. It would take all day, but it was his only real option now. He didn't fancy being captured but the cultists and punished. He didn't know about their punishments, but he had an idea they were cultists, so there had to be punishments right?

His keen vulpine sight spotted some movement up ahead. His fox hiding instinct kicked in, and he dove into the low hanging branches of a nearby pine tree and froze. Jamie silently watched as a cloaked figure trudged up the uneven ground. This cultist didn't seem like an outdoors type. Hopefully, this would mean he wasn't much of a tracker or hunter. The cultist was wearing the blue robes of one of the higher ranking members.

It soon became apparent Jamie wasn't as good at hiding as he had thought.

"Come out! I know you're hiding there." said the cultist. His voice carried a frustrated tone.

Jamie came out from his hiding place.

"What are you doing Jamie?" asked the cultist in a voice that he recognised.

The cultist removed his hood to reveal it was a grey wolf named Garry. It was someone that Jamie had developed a rapport with. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage. Garry pulled a walkie-talkie out from his robes. If he was going to act it had to be fast.

"Garry wait! I've got a deal," said Jamie.

The wolf hesitated. It was enough time for the fox to play his bargaining chip. Jamie pulled out the empty cock cage with the key still in the lock.

"Garry, I found the key to our chastity cages. I just had to get some relief I was going to come back after," said Jamie.

The wolf's eyes locked onto the chastity cage or more importantly the key. Jamie knew he had his attention now. He knew the wolf had been at the camp far longer than him. Surely he would be just as needy if not more so.

"There's no need to be hasty. With this key you could have some special relief yourself," said Jamie putting on his most slutty fox voice he could muster.

The wolf lowered the walkie-talkie. "We can't give in to the temptations of the flesh while we are on this sacred ground," replied Garry.

"You won't get this chance again. It felt so good. Don't you want to feel good if only for a little while?" Jamie said, his voice husky.

Jamie noticed Garry shift from one foot paw to another. From experience, he knew it was the wolf's cock cage biting as his penis started to engorge. This made Garry stare at the open device Jamie was holding.

"That's right, no one has to know you spotted me. You are alone and have plenty of time to attend to your needs. The best part is that you can lock yourself right back up again so no one will know about your happy ending." said Jamie.

Garry looked to the ground.

Jamie held his breath. He hoped his play for the wolf's lust would work.

"O-okay," said Garry.

The wolf walked over towards Jamie. The fox handed over the key after he removed it from the cock cage. Jamie tossed his old chastity belt to the ground. Garry wasted no time he took off his robes and underwear. Jamie helped hold Garry's robes. As the wolf tried the lock, Jamie slipped the walkie-talkie from the wolf's robes into the back pocket of his shorts. If the key didn't work at least, he could stop the wolf from raising the alarm. The key did work. It unlocked the wolf's cage.

Jamie knew it was time to leave, so he placed Garry's robes over a branch and dashed off towards the river. The wolf would be occupied for awhile hopefully hesitating to find the others until a few good rounds with Mr hand paw. After travelling a good kilometre away, Jamie stopped and leaned against a tree trunk. His progress was being hampered by the return of one of his needs. His erection had come to life and had been rubbing the inside of his shorts demanding attention. He could use another round self-pleasure himself, but he didn't have the luxury of time.

Each time he stopped, he told himself that he was just going to give himself a comforting touch. Just for a brief moment and then he would continue on. This happened several times at different spots along the way. He would stop, stroke himself a few times and then press on. This only caused his excitement to grow. He paused again to rub his paw over the taut bulge of his erection. He had meant to stop touching himself he really did but thinking about what Garry must be doing to himself was just stuck in his mind.

He started to pant as he stroked his covered cock. Pre-cum had bled through leaving a wet spot on the tan material. He was so caught up in the sensations he didn't even bother to take off his shorts. He decided the pressure of this paw against the tented fabric was much too important to be disrupted. He clutched at his boner as rapture rose up his spine. It felt good to play with himself again, to give in to the primal need of lust.

His mind returned to the fantasy of Gary how he must be taking care of himself and what kind of a mess he would make when he blew his pent-up load. This last thought brought him over the edge. Thick creamy ropes of his release filled his shorts. He was beyond caring about making a mess of himself. It was his cock again. He had reclaimed it from the cultists. He would play with himself when and where he wanted too.

Again his release had been utterly huge. The crotch of his tan shorts darkened as his gooey, sticky load of fox cream tainted the fabric. It had been a long time since he had creamed himself. He huffed in the scent. It brought him back to the time he had a clutch and touch watching his husky friend swimming and playing at the pool. Up in the empty grandstand, Jamie's teasing touches had culminated in a heavy load of fox cum soaking his bathing suit. It was this smell only it wasn't. He didn't remember his own cum smelling so good. It was like his scent had been changed. His musky maleness had a particular odour to it. It reminded him of the strange mushrooms for before.

He got going again. He had no time to lose if he wanted to escape the cult. All this chastity was messing with his priorities. He would have plenty of time to catch up on his sex life after he was safe. That last orgasm had ratted him he felt a little woozy. His head fur felt itchy, and he kept scratching his scalp. His pace had been halved over the next few minutes.

A sudden acute wave of nausea overcame him. Jamie skidded to a halt. He doubled over and promptly threw up. The fox voided the contents of his stomach into the forest floor. He quickly recovered and began to feel much better after vomiting. It must be those mushrooms again he reasoned. He was now feeling a lot better, so he started walking towards the river, or he hoped so at least.

One thing that hadn't improved was his itchy scalp. It was soon driving him nuts. Jamie whined as he dug his fox claws through his head fur. He caught a lump of something growing out of his scalp. Jamie slashed right through it with his claw tip. He had no idea what had cut but as soon as he slashed the soft lump of whatever it was his body was rocked by a sensation of what he could only describe as nirvana. He sunk down to his knees and let out a cry.

He raked his scalp again. He popped more of whatever they were with his claws. He went rigid as the nirvana state returned. It was too much. His body spasmed and convulsed and his mouth began to foam. His mind was being overwhelmed it was if every pleasurable sensation or emotion he had ever experienced was happening at all at once. It was too much bliss. He just couldn't take it. Jamie had never taken drugs harder than alcohol or the occasional joint before. His last conscious thought was that whatever this was could be the dragon that those hardcore drug users were chasing. Jamie rolled down onto his side as he felt a relief wash over him, his own unconsciousness.

Sometime later Jamie opened his eyes. The filtered light of the forest was kind to his vision. Soon he could see the soft ground. It was then he realised something was very wrong. As he tried to move, he understood what it was. His wrists had been cuffed together behind his back, and his foot paws were shackled together, and his handcuffs were also chained to his leg shackles. On top of that, he had been stripped nude.

"Awake, I see." came a voice.

Jamie knew whose voice it belonged to. It was HIM, the master of the cult. Jamie looked up and saw the wolf's soft purple and grey fur and piercing gold eyes as they peered out from the hood of his blue robes. The wolf looked down at him and his muzzle curled into a grin.

"You have gotten yourself into some trouble, my friend," said Allister.

"Fuck you." Jamie spat.

"You ate the sacred mushrooms," said Allister.

"So what? I threw them up too! Thay can't be all that sacred," yelled the fox.

Allister tutted thrice wagging a claw-tipped finger to and fro as he did.

"You threw them up after ejaculating as well seeing that you've grown a new hairstyle." said the wolf.

Jamie was so livid he didn't notice the point about hairstyles. "Fuck you, prudes! You're just a bunch of backwards yokels who can't get laid and think no one else should." Jamie said his voice dripping with venom.

"You silly fox. If you had voided the mushrooms before giving in to your carnal desires, all over the inside of your shorts as well, you wouldn't have become part of this forest," said Allister.

Before Jamie could think of something to say Allister crouched down next to the caught fox. He reached down to stroke the top of Jamie's head. What happened next wholly threw Jamie off guard. A powerful sensation of pure bliss soared up inside the fox's head. Allister wasn't patting Jamie's head itself but something connected to his head, attached via stalks. It was the strangest sensation. He knew for sure it felt right like someone stimulating every single nerve ending that was responsible for pleasure.

Then without warning Allister plucked something from Jamie's head. Jamie's eyes watered as a wave of total ecstasy rolled up and down his body. All Jamie could do was moan as his cock that he didn't even realise was hard erupted if a powerful orgasm. Pulse after pulse of his release splattered onto the forest floor. It left Jamie panting.

It took several minutes for Jamie to get a hold of himself but when he did his eyes shot open wide. Allister was holding a mushroom between two of his fingers in his right-hand paw. The fungus had a purple cap with white spots and a long thin white stalk. The wolf was studying it with his bright golden eyes. Where had that come from? Jamie struggled to bring his hand paws to his head. His tight bonds wouldn't budge.

"I wouldn't struggle too hard. If you pick all your mushrooms at once you would surely pass out again from the pleasure alone," said Allister.

The fox let out a growl and flashed his fangs.

"We don't give you those chastity cages because we're prudes. They're for your safety. In case you were to eat a few of those tasty mushrooms that just draw you in with their spores." said Allister.

"What have you done to me!?" yelled Jamie.

"I have done nothing. You have done this to yourself. It was you that ate the sacred mushrooms. It was you who masturbated, activating your transformation into one of our spore hosts." Allister said.

Jamie trashed around he needed to touch his head to find out what was up there.

"Being a spore host to the purple mushrooms isn't too bad. It doesn't harm you and as you've experienced picking is wholly pleasurable." Allister said.

Jamie didn't know what to do. He wasn't going to break free from his metal cuffs and chains by himself. He was going to have to play along.

Jamie's thoughts were interrupted by the wolf. Allister had pocketed the purple mushroom and had leaned down again. The dominant wolf helped Jamie to his feet paws.

"We are going to take a walk back. Not to the main camp but to our hidden camp built just for our spore hosts. I expect you to behave." Allister breathed into one of Jamie's ear.

The wolf's breath made the triangle of flesh and fur press flatly to his skull. As much as hated it, he knew he wasn't going to fight his way out of this.

Sometime later the pair were walking through the forest. Jamie shuddered as they stopped yet again. He knew it was another one of Allister's water breaks. The fox reasoned he was being pumped full of water to slow him down if he were to run off. His stomach sloshed even as he walked. Allister drove the waterskin to Jamie's maw. The fox gulped down more of the liquid. The large waterskin had been full before they left now it was empty.

One thing that wasn't empty was Jamie's bladder. It had been growing worse as they travelled not helped by the near constant fluid intake. Jamie was relieved that he had drunk the last of the water Allister had brought with him. Now he hoped wherever this camp was close and had a toilet. The hope of their destination being nearby begun to fade much like the afternoon light.

The progress was slow due to Jamie being shackled and just hobbling along. He was walking in front of the wolf who didn't seem annoyed by his slow pace at all. The full force of the water he had been made to drink was making its way down to Jamie's bladder. The fox was much too embarrassed to ask his captor for a piss break. He hoped they would arrive soon or he would be humiliated and humbled yet again.

Some more time later Jamie had stopped to bring his legs together as an urgent wave of the desperation shot up from his bladder. It was about the fifth time he had done so by now. Just as he began to walk again, Allister warped one of his large hand paws around the base of Jamie's tail and squeezed. This provoked a yelp from the fox.

"Jamie, I don't know why you haven't asked me yet, but I think you need a piss break," Allister spoke softly into Jamie's ear. His voice contained a hint of excitement that he hadn't seen from the wolf before.

Jamie's swollen bladder lurched at the sudden stop. He clamped down and held on. He was nude, but he didn't want to let loose in front of another like his more feral brethren.

"Privacy." Jamie hissed through clenched teeth.

"I could give you some privacy, but I especially enjoy making defiant foxes submit..." The wolf said. Allister paused to lick his chops. "...and I have my own carnal desires, Jamie." Allister continued.

Jamie's bladder was about to give out. Allister watched on from behind the fox.

"Go on. Piss for me. It's what I've been waiting for..." Allister breathed into Jamie's ear. His hot breath making Jamie's ear twitch "...You have no self-control over your cock. It's gotten you into so much trouble." Allister continued.

The tip of Jamie's cock grew damp as some drips of pee left his urethra. This was it. A forceful spray of piss shot into the air. The high-pressure flow rocketed out into an arc. Jamie gasped as he released the urgent tension in his bladder. Behind him, Allister gasped too but for a much different reason.

"That's it, such a powerful stream." The wolf exclaimed.

As Jamie continued to piss over the ground, it became apparent that Jamie's relief was Allister's pleasure. Even more so when the wolf hugged himself closer behind the fox. Jamie now knew the cult leader wasn't chaste. The fox's flow of pee had started to slow down until it was just a trickle. Allister was panting into his ear. It reminded Jamie of how he had been just this morning.

"We're almost there. I'm going to have to keep you restrained until you learn not to pick at your crop. It will give us a chance to get to know each other better. I do think we should go on more forest walks together. I'll be sure to bring plenty of water for my thirsty, thirsty boy." said Allister in a voice dripping like honey.

Jamie didn't know what he had gotten himself into now. He was deep inside the cult alright but perhaps too deep.