by Tom Jones
Nicholson moved behind the fox and looked at Arcades from behind. The fox’s hands were neither relaxed, nor were they balled into fists. Arcades’ bushy tail was also positioned in such a way that it was able to cover most of his soles, but it still left his feet partially uncovered. The fox attempted to turn to his head to his side to see what was happening behind him, but Fulgrim barked at him as soon as he attempted to turn his head, “Eyes forward!” Since the fox was muzzled, he was unable to weep as loudly as he did before, but his cries were still very audible enough to both Fulgrim and Nicholson. Arcades looked down at the ground, and Nicholson saw that Fulgrim still displayed a face that looked rather pleased at the sight of the terrified fox. The human grabbed Arcades’ left wrist, and he saw the fox’s arm tense up slightly since he was not anticipating the Corporal grabbing him. Since the ASP handcuffs had keyways on both sides of the frame, Nicholson did not have to twist the fox’s wrist in order to access the keyhole. The human released Arcades’ left wrist from the cuff, but he still held onto the fox’s wrist to prevent him from breaking away. Arcades’ wrist was so thin that the Corporal was able to wrap his entire hand around the fox’s wrist and even touch his own pinky finger with his thumb. While using the fox’s still-locked wrist for leverage, Nicholson brought the fox’s arms to his front before placing his left wrist in the restraints once more.
Since Nicholson did not want to take his key out again, he decided that he would leave the fox’s left wrist only single-locked. It did not matter too much though, for the cuff was not even capable of tightening much further. As the human stood in front of the fox, he worked on threading the wrist component of the Smith & Wesson M-1850 Transport Restraint into the Martin link on the Smith & Wesson M-1840 Restraint Belt Chain. Right before the Corporal finished the process, he immediately remembered that he had to size the chain to fit the fox’s waist before threading the handcuffs. Realizing his error, Nicholson removed the restraints from the Martin link, and he ordered the fox to stand up again. Arcades stood up, and he looked at his restrained hands in front of his body. Since his vision was very blurry thanks to his tears obstructing his view, the fox moved his hands to his face to wipe the tears on his fur. Before the fox could wipe his eyes, Fulgrim quickly moved in and yanked the fox’s bound wrists downwards, “Don’t touch that muzzle, fox!” Since the fox was gagged, all he could do was release a muffled whine which was still very able to communicate the fox’s feeling of pure and intense distress.
Fulgrim held the fox’s hands downwards since he could no longer trust the fox to keep his hands from adjusting the muzzle. Nicholson moved behind the fox, and he began to apply the restraint chain around Arcades’ thin waist. After making sure the chain was positioned above Arcades’ tail, Nicholson moved to the front of the fox and threaded one of the links through the Martin link to set the tightness of the chain. The Corporal kept the Martin link held taut with his hand to prevent it from falling off of the fox’s small waist as he went to thread the Smith & Wesson M-1 handcuffs through the Martin link. Since this specific set of Model 1850 Transport Restraint was manufactured before the year 2011, it did not feature the -1 suffix appended to the model number. Visually, the two generations could still be differentiated from one another because the older models did not feature raised rivets on the frames of the restraints. Smith & Wesson altered the design following 2011 to strengthen the restraints themselves, and also as a way of increasing longevity of their products since moisture was formerly able to seep into those rivet areas and cause surface rust. Enough rust could cause weakening of important structural areas and lead to the restraints breaking. However, the post-2011 variants were definitely not flawless in their design, either.
With the handcuffs now threaded through the Martin link, Nicholson held the handcuffs with the bows facing upwards as he locked them around Arcades’ wrists while leaving the ASP Model 550 handcuffs still locked on the fox’s wrists. After tightening the Smith & Wesson handcuffs on the fox’s wrists, Nicholson produced his ZAK Tool key and used the top post in order to double-lock the second pair of handcuffs. With the fox’s hands now locked at his waist, Fulgrim finally released his grip from the hinged ASP handcuffs he was holding onto earlier. Since the fox’s wrists were definitely secured by the Smith & Wesson handcuffs, Corporal Nicholson used his key to remove the ASP handcuffs and place them back into his handcuff pouch. Nicholson used the handcuff key to open up the padlock that was hanging from the end of the transport chain. With the padlock opened, the Corporal walked behind the fox and locked the excess chain directly above the fox’s tail behind his back. The chain was still very long for the fox, so a decent amount of the slack underneath the waist chain itself hung from the fox’s left side. After applying the padlock, the human looked downwards, and he could see that the ankle restraints attached to the thirty inch chain were still loosely hanging as they were partially being suspended in the air thanks to the height of the fox. The human crouched down, and he locked the second pair of shackles underneath the first pair he had already applied. After tightening them more than the first pair to prevent the fox from feeling too much discomfort, Nicholson released the fox from the first pair of leg restraints and ordered Arcades to kneel on the ground again.
With the fox now completely bound once more, he tried to bury his face into his hands, but he was not even able to reach his face since the chain around his waist prevented his hands from reaching that far. Arcades’s hands balled into fists again, and he did try and struggle against the carbon steel chains in vain. Fulgrim chuckled as he watched the fox struggle, “Hah, struggle all you want, fox. You’re not getting out of those cuffs. You deserve to be locked up and shut up. Quit pretending like you don’t.” Arcades could not say anything, and he probably still wouldn’t be able to talk even if he was not muzzled. All the fox could do was sit and wait while trying to cover up his bare soles with his tail. Tears still rolled down Arcades’ cheeks, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to wipe them off. Nicholson moved away to go and talk to Walker again since he had already moved the van to the other side of the road.
“Are we almost ready to get this fox out of here? Fulgrim is enjoying this too much,” Nicholson said since he was out of Fulgrim’s range of hearing. Walker opened the rear doors of the van, and he replied, “He’s a fox. He doesn’t deserve any better… I’ve got the van ready, so whenever Fulgrim is ready, we can get going.” Nicholson looked back at Fulgrim, and he was not quite sure how long the Sergeant planned on terrorizing Arcades before he was ready to continue. Nicholson still knew that the fox would not be directly transported to the Okaloosa County Jail in Crestview. Instead, the fox would be taken to a remote location where he would have his body and feet photographed by Fulgrim before being placed on a bus with all of the other captured anthros of the day. Only from there, they would be transported to the actual jail. The process would take the latter half of the whole day. Arcades would not be aware of this process; nobody had even told him anything beyond a somewhat constant barking of orders to sit down and shut up.
After a few more minutes, Fulgrim finally decided that he was ready to continue the process. He was rather eager to see what anthros some of the other officers had captured. The Sergeant would take pictures of any anthros he deemed looked appealing enough to him, and he was definitely planning on taking a few pictures of Arcades. Officially, the photos were for use by the Sheriff’s Department for public media, but Fulgrim had posted the last batch of photos on the Internet during 2017’s spring break. He knew that even if the official photos were ever removed, there were still plenty of copies of the images floating around various sites frequented by fetishists. Arcades would have never guessed that Jason Barter himself would be one of those very people who would pleasure himself to the photos, but it would take about twelve years for the fox to finally learn of this.
“Stand up, fox,” Fulgrim bluntly ordered. Arcades stood up once more, and he looked down at the chain connecting his wrists to
his ankles. Since the fox was six feet tall with rather long legs, the center ring of the chain would not drag along the ground. In fact, none of the chains would drag along the ground, but they still all made noise as the fox made even the slightest movements. Fulgrim ordered the fox to turn around, and he positioned himself directly behind the fox so that he would definitely get swiped by Arcades tail, “Turn around!” When Arcades turned around, he felt his tail make contact with Fulgrim’s leg, and the fox’s eyes opened wide. Little did the fox know, Fulgrim intentionally allowed the fox to tail-swipe him so he would have an excuse to treat the fox even worse than he already was. The Sergeant voiced his rather falsified anger, “You think you can swipe me with your tail, you little bitch?” Fulgrim grabbed the fox from behind and rushed Arcades faster than he was able to keep up. As a result, the fox’s muzzled face hit the open backdoor of the van, and he fell to his knees, unable to break his fall with his hands. Fortunately for the fox, he landed on the steps hanging off of the van’s rear rather than the concrete, so he did not receive any injury which broke his skin. Fulgrim stood back, and he smiled as the disoriented fox sat still, “Stand up, motherfucker. Get your sorry ass inside that fucking van. Bitch.”
Nicholson could not bear to keep watching this literal torture continue, so he walked away to meet Walker again. The Corporal knew that he would ride with the Sergeant as they would follow the unmarked van to the remote location. The main purpose of moving the spring breakers was so that members of the public would not be able to witness the officers taking pictures of their captives’ bodies and feet. Arcades had stood himself up, and he finally managed to enter the van and sit on the uncomfortable metal seat. The rear seats did not feature any seatbelts, but it did not really matter unless an anthro was seriously injured during transport. The frightened fox looked outside of the van through the open door, and his face seemed to turn to terror as he was locked into the van. The doors only opened from the outside, so Arcades was completely at the mercy of the officers to release him from the unmarked van. With absolutely nothing to do but sit alone with his thoughts and restraints, Arcades’ cries were no longer heard by anybody. The fox tried to take off the muzzle since nobody was watching him, but his cuffed hands still could not reach his face since they were chained to his waist. It was very unfortunate for the fox; the muzzle was already causing him considerable discomfort, and he did not even know he would be wearing the muzzle for the next five hours. All the fox could do was wait for the officers to take him to the next location.
Arcades spent his ride in the van with the little light that was able to enter through a few small vents on the cage door. The fox’s emotions were still relentless despite the fact that nobody was around to witness his distress. Without seatbelts on the van, the fox slid around on the cold metal seat whenever the van would make a turn. The tight bindings the deputies put the fox in were not helping him either. Arcades had a hard time fathoming what he did to deserve to be shackled in such a way, but he did remind himself that he was a fox. Perhaps the officers treated every fox in a similar manner? Arcades was not sure what the true answer was. It was not like he was even able to escape from the van aways; it did not even have door handles from the inside. Barely able to see anything thanks to the minimal lighting, Arcades was not sure where he was even going. Though the fox did try and rotate the carbon steel restraints on his wrists to get to a slightly more comfortable position, part of Arcades was beginning to feel somewhat of an affinity for being restrained. Maybe being a fox means deserving to be locked up and shut up? After all, a fox is unable to lie and steal, restrained in the way Arcades was.
A forty-five minute ride ensued, and Arcades was at least able to regain at least some of his composure back during the trip. He felt the van take numerous turns, and he also felt it going a bit fast. For a minute, Arcades began to wonder what he would even be able to do if the van were to crash. If he was considerably injured, how much blame would the Sheriff’s Office take? The officers sure put in a good deal of work chaining up the fox, but they did not even bother adding seatbelts to the prisoner transport compartment of the van. Perhaps the safety of the detainee was not even kept in mind. The most common excuse for excessive restraining an anthro was always for the purposes of ‘officer safety’, but the safety of the detainee is never discussed. Arcades wondered what it would have been like for Rick and Ray if they had been caught instead of him. What if the officers let them go simply because they were not anthros? The fox attempted a sigh through the muzzle; he was already getting sick of wearing it. At the same time, Arcades began to wonder what it would feel like if he were to wear all of these restraints without the coercion of the police. Perhaps if things were under better terms, then Arcades would not have too much of an objection. The fox looked down at the handcuffs around his wrists, and he tried to look for some type of engraving to let him know what manufacturer created the restraints. He would be sure to remember such details for the future.
When the van turned in such a direction that some light was able to enter the van’s cage, the fox saw that he now had just enough light to read the engravings, ‘Model 1 Made in U.S.A. Marcas Registradas Smith & Wesson Houlton, ME.’ Having read the engravings, the fox would be sure to remember them. What Arcades did not know was that both the handcuffs and leg irons he wore, though connected with a thirty inch chain and bearing separate model numbers, were actually part of a different model of restraint. Arcades was wearing the Smith & Wesson Model 1850, the main restraint of choice by the Okaloosa County Sheriff’s Office for detaining a number of people caught with alcoholic beverages between the ages of 18-20. The fox looked down at the chain locked around his waist, and he tried to spot some sort of engraving on it as well, but it did not bear any such markings. Arcades did visually memorize the shape of the Martin link on the front of the chain. He also came to notice that it featured a similar chain loop to the loop which connected his handcuffs to the chain leading to his ankles. The fox did not initially know that all of the metallic restraints he wore were made by Smith & Wesson, but he would figure it out for himself at a later date.
After putting his mind towards the restraints he wore, the fox could not help but feel a strange sensation begin to form around his lower body. When the fox sat his cuffed hands on his lap, he could feel that a certain part of his lap did not feel as soft as it did before. Arcades realized that he was becoming sexually stimulated by his situation, and he could feel his hands beginning to sweat. The sweat was not due to stress this time, but it was rather due to excitement. The fox was not sure why he was feeling excited in his confines, but he felt probably the strangest feeling he ever did. Arcades was not even sure what to do now that he was feeling excited, and he was not sure how long he was going to be in the van. After all, in total, the fox had been locked up for a good amount of time which well-exceeded an hour, and it was only now that he was beginning to feel excited. Perhaps the fox was excited because he was alone; he did not have to deal with the torment Fulgrim was giving him.
Before the fox could think anymore, he felt the van come to a stop, and he also heard the engine deactivate. Within the next few seconds, the little excitement Arcades had turned into fear as he heard somebody approaching the van from behind. Thankfully for the fox, he had already lost his erection, so the officers would not be able to notice it. After a few seconds of fiddling with the lock, Deputy Walker opened the van’s door. Light quickly poured into the cage, and the fox was briefly blinded by the light since his eyes had already adjusted to accommodate for the dim lighting conditions. Walker barked an order for the fox almost immediately, “Get out of the van.” Arcades blinked a few times, and it was only then when could he feel some of the tears which had stained his fur. The fox stood up the best he could; the cage’s ceiling was very low, so Arcades was forced into a crouching position. As the fox took his few steps while still in the cage of the van, he could only feel the cold metal on his soles before stepping out onto the hot metallic steps
mounted on the rear frame of the van. Feeling the heat, the fox hurried down the two steps, and he almost lost his balance and fell. With his hands locked closely in front of his torso, he would not have been able to break his fall if he were to trip, and he was not expecting the policemen to assist him if he did trip and fall.
When Arcades planted both of his feet on the ground, he looked up to see a white Ford E-450 parked behind the van he just exited. The fox looked around and was immediately struck with confusion. Why was he not taken to the county’s jail? Why was he out at some remote beachside? With his mouth held shut by the muzzle to prevent him from asking these questions aloud, the connecting chain between the fox’s wrists and ankles was suddenly yanked by Deputy Walker, “Go and stand in front of the bus.” Arcades looked at Ford E-450, and he could see that there were already a couple anthros standing up against the bus. The way they were forced to stare at the bus looked as if they were waiting to get shot by some sort of firing squad. Arcades hesitated, but he saw that Walker already began to apply force to make the fox move. The fox almost tripped, unaware that Walker would push him, but he quickly regained his balance and proceeded to the shuttle bus. When Arcades was close enough to the two anthros standing against the left side of the bus, he could see that one was a female black-backed jackal, and the other anthro was a female tan coyote. The fox took his spot to the right of the two anthros, and he heard another vehicle arrive at the scene.
