*** It Gets Harder ***
Ethan rode off. Except... it wasn't that simple.
For one thing, the plug massaged and prodded his insides with every turn of the pedal. Even though he knew the special dildo wasn't that big, it felt like getting impaled by a tree. Ethan wanted to grunt and cry out with every little bump in the asphalt.
More importantly, however, he was barefoot on a mountain bike.
"Dude, the pedals are cutting into my feet. I can't go as fast as if want."
"I'll think of something," the adult man said. "Go at your pace and I'll try to arrange a delivery."
Ethan biked through suburbia, into the mid-rise area. It was a nice, sunny day. Enough to get loads of people outdoors. Not enough to make a thong look appropriate.
Ethan followed the attorney's directions for ten minutes, until he came to a bridge.
"Hop off and get entry."
The bridge was a gateway? "Can't I go, like, some other way?"
"It's a river. You'd be asking for trouble."
Ethan made his way as close to the bridge as he could before he felt the unseen pushback.
There was no way to avoid getting spotted. As long as he didn't give himself away, no one could recognize him.
He was conveniently a single step onto the bridge and could use the high rail to do pull-ups as long as he kept his legs straight and angled up so they didn't touch the ground.
People changed the side of the road as they passed to avoid running into him. Fair enough.
His heart was pounding its way up into his throat. He wanted nothing more than be invisible.
Next came the push-ups. Ethan kept his legs close together to hopefully not flash his plug too much. With his ass toward the river, he watched passersby pretend to ignore him when they were blatantly staring.
Behind his mask, it was probably hard to see what he was looking at, because more people seemed confident he didn't notice their stares.
He waited for a few seconds, until no one was paying attention before doing three quick squats on his right leg. It wasn't enough, so he did three on the other. Still not enough. One more on each.
It was a tough balancing act.
The thong slipped past the plug's base and Ethan had to fiddle with it before getting it back into position. In those few seconds, a dozen cars had passed in slow motion, with everyone inside staring at him.
It had to look as if he was finger banging his ass.
With tears of shame in his eyes and trembling overall, the boy got back on the bike.
The other end of the bridge was a gateway too and he slammed into it, clumsily.
After a second of finding his bearings, Ethan took a deep breath. Five more pull-ups on the rail with his abs tight to keep his legs off the ground. He had done so many today, it was getting difficult to keep his arms steady.
With his torso needing a moment to regenerate, he did squats instead. After two each, the barrier was still fairly hard. He did two more each, now already trembling whenever he went down.
Then he did push-ups, which were still okay. Doing only five to ten at a time was doable.
The barrier was still too thick. He could drag himself along the rail but he felt his thong getting pulled off. He had to soften it up more.
The one legged squats were no longer possible without swaying. His limbs were too weak to keep balance and he wobbled as he went up and down three times on his right leg.
At last, he was able to shove the bike through and ride along. The streets were busier farther in, where stores and service providers made lots of people use the day to move on foot and per car.
Ethan had to navigate a small crowd by the time the attorney came back on.
"Get into the side alley to your right, kid. Then get into the service tunnel of the mall. Any way necessary."
Ethan swallowed. He drove into the narrow, but clear alley and hide his bike from sight against the back of a container. The mall was three level's tall and overshadowed the space.
One half of a double door was open with two guys lifting a box from a truck into the building.
There was no other way in. Ethan would sneak up to them, wait until they turned their back to him and simply... The barrier! Fuck.
The boy hid between trash containers as close to the door as he could. He started with squats. Taking as much time as he needed, the boy did six with each side, wavering significantly at the end.
He could only hope his muffled puffs were inaudible or someone might come looking.
The push-ups were difficult to do without popping out of hiding. He hoped his feet weren't too noticeable and did twelve fast ones.
For pull-ups, there was only one option. Ethan grabbed the tops of each container's side and – with his arms almost fully spread – did the hardest pull-ups of his life.
He only had one shot, so he needed to make it count, no matter how near impossible the exercise was. Ten times did he fight his head above the containers, veins popping all over his skin in effort.
He couldn`t wait till the barrier re-solidified, he had to be quick. The moment the two workers stepped onto their truck's back, the muscle teen rushed forward like mad and slammed his weight into the open door frame.
He met almost no resistance, but found himself facing the back of two other guys.
Ethan took his chance and dashed to the side, behind a crate. He was now inside the mall. There were packed goods all around.
"I'm in," he whispered and looked around panicky.
"Great. Make it to room L-15 in the service corridor. The first chain is right behind it if no one's moved it yet."
Ethan hopped from cover to cover until he was at the open door from the hall to the service corridor. He tried to do super quick squats and fell over. He did slower squads and got two done on each leg. No one had noticed him so far.
Behind cover, he did five push-ups. The shelves were adequate for pull-up action but he had to do one or two at a time and drop back into cover whenever someone walked past.
Good thing everyone here had really loud, squeaky shoes.
He slammed into the barrier. It was too thick to press through. Balanced against the invisible force, Ethan did a squat on his right leg. It weakened. Another squat and it weakened more. Another and... nothing.
He dropped down for a fast, forceful push-up and was finally let through.
The corridor was devoid of people and stuff, save for a few crates.
"Um, I got to L-15 but... There's nothing to do pull-ups. The ceiling is smooth, the door frames are barely sticking out of the wall. There's nothing."
"Hm... It's the best exercise for the task but... try leapfrogging. It might be a functional compromise."
Ethan felt at the door and could sense the barrier before even touching it. He crouched down and jumped up to touch the low ceiling.
It was hard on his legs after more squats than he had known were possible to do. It was also more exhausting than the other exercises. After nine, he couldn't feel the barrier get looser.
"Any chance there are alternatives to squats and push-ups, too? Coz I'm gonna die if I keep doing them."
"Let me see... For the nipple ring up and down motion, try triceps dips. Should take a lot of weight off your arms. The squats could be substituted with lunges but I'm less confident about it. Make sure to go all the way down."
Ethan positioned himself with his back to a lone crate and put his palms on top. Dips were less hard than push-ups and furthermore they were a chance of pace for now.
He dipped seven times. The barrier softened. He dipped three more and it got softer, but stopped there. Lunges next.
He went with his knee to the ground each time. The first one didn't seem to do anything. He took bigger steps.
Ten lunges in and he barely felt an effect. They were not a great substitute it seemed. He kept trying anyway, committed to find a way around the hated one-leg-squats.
It took over twenty full lunges to make the barrier passable.
Finally, Ethan opened the door to L-15 and landed between a variety of art supplies and stacks of paintings.
"I'm in. Where is it?"
"It's a regular chain with links and so on. You can't miss it."
"Okay... Can I take a break coz... My nipples hurt."
"Take off the clamps. Just make absolutely sure to take off the thong first."
Ethan slipped out of this `clothes' and grabbed the clips on his chest. He opened both at the same time and almost collapsed at the sudden influx of pain.
The door on the opposite wall opened.
He had no time to think. The shelves weren't full enough to hide him. The muscle boy grabbed the next best shelf row and ascended.
Up on the self, which creaked dangerously, he covered his masked mouth to muffle his fast breathing.
Luckily, the visitor was noisy, grabbing stuff seemingly at random.
Ethan realized his thong and clamps were on the ground and easy to spot. He held as still as he could in his terrified state.
Once the door closed again, he swallowed hard. Wait...
"There's a chain," he said. Each link was about the size of the palm of his hand. He reached out for the metal. As he touched it, a tickle went through all his piercings and spread from his taint, his tongue and his nipples until he shivered hard.
"I... I think that's the one."
"You felt something?"
"Yeah. What do I do with it?"
"For now, just take it, before they turn it into an art project and you have to break into a museum or something."
Ethan slid off the self and took the chain with him. Said chain would have been as long as the distance from the floor to his nipples but it was linked into a ring.
The weight was... considerable.
"How do I carry it?"
"Wear it, I guess."
"It's too long. It's going to make noise."
"Make loops around your neck."
The boy looped it twice. The thickness of it covered his entire neck in metal links. It still hung down to his chest.
It touched his nipples. That pain made him inhale sharply, but there was something else. Ethan massaged his chest gently and enjoyed the intense sensation.
He got hard. That was bad. He quickly reapplied the clamps, huffing muffled curses at the renewed pain, and slipped into the thong.
He left through the doo- Of course he couldn't. The fucking curse.
Pull-ups were probably easier with the chain than leapfrogs. Dips or push-ups? And was it worth trying lunges?
How long till his body gave out?
Next time: new exercises for our favorite muscle teen. He'll love them. But will the second chain come along smoothly?