Saint Sebastian’s
Chapter 1 - Introductions

When Jonathan’s fathers had found out their son was straight, they couldn’t have been more appalled.
Foxs weren’t straight, they were bi at most, and the only solution for those misguided kids that thought otherwise, was conversion through immersion, punishment and humiliation.
That’s why they decided to send their son to the best conversion boarding school of the country:
Saint Sebastian’s school for the unwilling.

With its very strict regulations and demanding curriculum, Saint Sebastian’s was know for its high conversion rate: 95%.
Here, young boys between the ages of 11 and 19 would be broken, both in mind and in body, if needed, and rebuild to what they were supposed to be: sluts for their elders, and for peers who had less confusion about their sexuality.
Boarding was mandatory, with dormitories behind the school buildings, next to a large open terrain with stables, sports fields and gardens where the school cultivated their own vegetables, a large estate, all behind locked fences, topped with barbed wire.

Though reluctant to leave his parents at the big steel gates, Jonathan was unwilling to admit that he was wrong in his sexuality, which might have prevented the ordeal he was about to undergo. The onset of puberty had given him a sense of defiance, coming out as straight on his 13th birthday, 2 months earlier.
The teacher who had welcomed them took him firmly by the hand, leaving behind his two suitcases. New boys were not allowed to take any personal items with them.

From the gates it was only a minute’s walk to the mansion that served as the teachers’ and headmaster’s residence and offices, but Jonathan had trouble keeping up.
The teacher, a heavy rhinoceros, was quite quick for his size, keeping up a fast stride, while tugging on the teen’s wrist.
Finally letting go as they stood in front the house’s oak doors, the rino took a small remote from one of his pockets after searching for a few seconds.
If it rang a bell, Jonatahan could not hear it, but almost immediately after pressing the button, the door was opened by a young squirrel, not older than 8 by the looks of him (at least a lot younger than the students were supposed to be here), dressed in a short black skirt trimmed with white lace… and nothing else, except for a thin leather collar around his neck, lost in the boy’s brown fur.
Taking a big bow, while making sure not to take his eyes of the floor, the squirrel silently welcomed them and motioned them inside.
“Wait here”, the rino told Jonathan, as he followed the other boy along the hallway and around a corner.

The sight of the boy in his revealing outfit had tied Jonathan’s stomach in a knot, but now that he was left alone for the first time since pointlessly packing his clothes that morning, panic truly started to take hold of him.
What were they going to do to him here, why had his fathers abandoned him to these strangers?
The hallway, though wide and ornate, seemed uninviting, cold and smaller each second, like it was gonna eat him whole any minute now, the walls closing in on him.
Slowly starting to shake, Jonathan was pulled out of his trance by a soft hand touching his shoulder.
In his panic, he had not noticed the tiger that had approached him.
Dressed in a dark green suit that nicely accentuated the orange and black of his fur, the tiger looked at the startled teen sternly, yet with a kind of compassion.
“I am Headmaster Ramesh, and you must Jonathan Reynard, our new student”.
The smooth voice helped the young fox calm down, as the the tiger moved his hand from the boy’s shoulder to his back, moving him along to an office, much gentler than the heavy pull of the rino, earlier.

The office was styled as an old fashioned study. A dark wooden desk stood in front of several bookcases, while an unlit fireplace dominated the other side of the room, two comfortable looking chairs on each side. The walls were adorned with several certificates and pictures of the headmaster shaking hands with notable politicians.
“Sit”, the tiger said, as he pointed to one of the chairs. Waiting for the fox to sit down, the headmaster opened the buttons of his jacket before sitting down himself.
“I can see you are afraid”, he said with compassion, “but we are here to help you. We believe we can cure you of your… unnatural desires. Our methods might seem weird to you at first, as we help you explore your true nature, but everything we do is for your own good. I’m sure that we’ll be proud of you, and you will be proud of yourself when we are done.
The things that upset and frighten you now, will become natural and enjoyable, you just have to keep faith that we are doing what is best for you.
Tomorrow you will start your classes, but today we will help you settle in.
Sir Gregory, who led you inside, will explain the rules of the school to you, before leading you to your dorm.”

The tiger stood up, and opened the door, letting in the rino, who was followed by the young squirrel, carrying a small trey with 3 cups of tea.
The headmaster lifted a cup off the tray before exiting the study.
Sir Gregory didn’t sit down, and an index finger pointing up made it clear he wanted the boy to stand up.
In his mind, Jonathan had promised himself to be defiant to whatever they would make him do, to rebel against even the smallest order. But now that he was here, in the imposing unfamiliar building, he obeyed without a second thought.
“Now then, I’m going ask you some questions, and I want you to answer them honestly, even if they seem embarrassing or weird, do you understand?”, the rino said, his voice devoid of the compassion of the headmaster.
The fox wanted to answer, but his voice had left him, panic slowly building up again.
“Do you understand?”, the rino repeated, slightly louder, yet without raising his voice, a stern and imploring dominance radiating from the teacher.
“Yes, sir”, Jonathan answered with a whisper.
“Do you understand?”, he asked a third time, louder again, but not in anger, still controlled.
“Yes, sir”, the fox answered, now more clearly.
“Name?”
“Jonathan Reynard”
“Age?”
“13 and two months”
“Species?”
“Red fox”
“Virgin?”
“Sir?”
“Are you a virgin?”
“Yes, of course!”
The question had startled him, even offended him. He was 13, of course he was still a virgin. Jonathan couldn’t help but put a defiant tone to his answer, the first such defiance he had managed. The look on the rino’s face made it clear he disapproved of the boy’s tone, but if he was angry, he didn’t let it know, as he continued the questions.
“Do you masturbate?”
Another invasive question, with a more embarrassing answer.
“Y..yes”
“And you only think about girls, never about boys?”.
“Yes”
“Are you able to cum yet?”
“Eh, a little bit, yes”
“Anything you are particularly afraid of, like spiders?”
“Horses, Sir, and wasps.”
“Any allergies?”
“I don’t think so”
“Ok, now, take off your clothes”
“What?
The sudden command froze him up, did the rino really expect him to undress in front of a stranger?
He had cooperated until now, despite having told himself for days that he wouldn’t, but not this, here he’d draw the line.
“No!”
The fox’s sudden courage lifted the uneasiness he had felt since arriving, finally feeling like himself again.
As soon as they had come up, Jonathan’s intends on resisting faded when the teacher moved right in front of him. The rotund rhinoceros dwarfing the teen. Sternly looking down, but not repeating his question.

The fox shook as he slowly started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his left shoulder, and then his right, laying the shirt over the chair, before unzipping his jeans, removing his tail from the hole in the back, then pulling them down, taking them off and putting it with the shirt.
Thight red briefs were now all that that kept him from being completely naked. As exposed as the young squirrel in his short skirt, still holding the tray with the now cold, untouched tea.
“Everything, boy.”, the rino commanded, still standing right in front of him.
For the first time, Jonathan felt tears coming to his eyes. He had heard that the school would humiliate and punish him, but he had hoped it wouldn’t start so quickly, especially as the kind headmaster had been welcoming and comforting.
Shaking visibly now, the fox slid down his briefs, revealing his small sheath and balls.
“We will provide you with school clothes tomorrow, before you start your classes, but until then, you will stay naked, except for this:”
From his pocket, the rino took out a small metal cage.
“As long as you fantasise about girls, instead of boys, you are not allowed to touch yourself”.
The teacher moved over to the squirrel, lifting up his skirt, revealing a similar cage, wrapped around his sheath. The young boy didn’t even flinch, apparently used to being exposed like that.
The rino moved back to the fox, unceremoniously invading what was left of his privcay, by touching his privates, securing the chastity cage in place, as silent tears streamed down Jonathan’s face.
Though masturbation had not been on his mind, it was an important part of his young teen life. The way it was taken from him felt like the first true injustice. Jonathan felt like renewing his earlier promise of defiance, but didn’t feel up to it. Though quick and simply, the act of a stranger imposing himself onto something so private, had left him exhausted.
“I will leave you for a few minutes, so you can compose yourself. I’ll be back in a moment with a list of rules for you to sign. Drink your tea.”
Sir Gregory left him alone with the squirrel.
Jonathan let himself drop into the chair, crumpling his clothes, as the silent tears were replaced with sobbing.