*** Shackled and Felonious ***
Summary of Ethan's "condition":
He wears a face mask, a thong, a butt plug, nipple clamps and an earpiece. His `barrier breakers' are nipples, taint and tongue.
The associated exercise are push-ups or dips, one legged squats or lots of lunges, pull-ups or leapfrogs.
He got one of three chains.
The service corridor wasn't empty anymore, so he had to wait with one ear against the door until the air was clear.
He raced right to the crate at the exit and did five dips. He was getting sloppy and the barrier knew it. It had barely gotten any weaker. He did five more – slower and with better form.
He had no time to do infinite lunges so he had to do squats and hope he wouldn't fall again. Five on each side and he had to support himself one the wall at keep from collapsing.
There was no pull-up opportunity so he leapfrogged for his life with hardly cooperative knees. Swaying, sweating and huffing, Ethan made it into the storage area.
He hid between boxes and took a break.
"Come on, kid," the attorney said. "More markers are waiting for you if you don't finish the ritual."
"Fuck, dude. I can't keep it up."
"My delivery is through. If you get outside, there's a surprise waiting for you at the bike."
"Fine. I'll get there."
Ethan lifted his tired, beefy body and spotted each worker in the hall. He dashed from cover to cover until he was close to the exit.
It was shut.
The teen dropped into a hiding spot and got started on the push-ups. The chain touched the floor each time but was thankfully not making much noise. Next were the one legged squats.
He fought his way up with whimpers and dropped down with bad form. The gateway would probably demand a few more if he did it sloppily.
He lost count halfway through and dearly hoped he had done enough.
Pull-ups or leapfrog?
Ethan picked leapfrogs since he would be seen if he pulled himself up on a shelf. It had been too close last time.
Each jump was nerve wracking. Would he be spotted?
No, everything was fine. He could do the body-breaking-ly hard exercise in peace. He was so exhausted he could have fallen asleep on the spot.
"Hey!" someone shouted. "What are you doing?"
Ethan had been spotted. Across the hall a guy in a blue overall pointed at him.
The teen rushed to the exit and slammed his body into the door. It was enough to get through.
But he heard several people in the hall running. They were following him. They had to think he was a thief. He wore a mask, after all.
There was no escape. The alley only had one exit and even if he made it to his bike, he couldn't well navigate city traffic in his near delirious state.
An open trash container. The huge metal box practically begged to be a hiding spot.
Ethan got a look inside. It was empty save for bits of plastic. He swung himself onto the ledge, his chain chiming.
With a massive thump, he dropped onto the metal boxes bottom.
Ethan pulled the cover shut and held still. Were they going to come looking? Had he trapped himself?
Steps ran past.
After a little while, steps walked the other way, back inside.
So far, he had only been sweating lightly. But the metal box enclosing him focused sunlight, and he was slowly getting cooked.
The teen didn't try to leave until minutes later. Then he pushed the cover open, got a whiff of fresh air... and encountered a barrier.
It was a `room' when he left it even though he had been able to enter just fine? Probably because he had closed the lid. Lesson learned.
Each push up now made a heavy `clunk' with the chain hitting the ground. There wasn't enough space to stand up for squats so he had to do lunges while bent.
The space hardly allowed that, but he eventually got forty lunges in. The barrier barely cared but it would do.
His sweat drenched body was too slippery to hold onto the rim of the container but with some plastic he got enough of a grip to do pull-ups in the end.
With his legs blocked by the metal wall, he had to do his pull-ups with his back at the wall and the hands twisted around.
It took him so long, he feared the barrier would harden again before he was done.
Ethan cried out as he pushed through the barrier and dropped onto the asphalt.
He stumbled to his bike.
A black package?
"Hey, is that the surprise?"
"Yes. Are you finally ready to get going again? Things will get worse if you fall behind schedule. The ritual is waiting."
Ethan opened the box. Sandals! He got shoes for his sore feet. At least something. But there was a catch. Just what exactly...
"Wh-what's this? I need to wear, like, a bad thing so I'm allowed to wear shoes, right?"
"Yes."
"But..."
"It's a cock ring. You pull it over you whole package. Hurry up."
Ethan sighed. At least nothing else was going up his ass. A ring wouldn't cause pain like clamps, right?
He shoved his thong down, after stepping out of sight, and pulled his dick through. Then came the balls, which was more trouble. After a little bit of tugging he was all in and slipped the thong back over his junk.
He rode off.
It didn't take a minute until he understood how the ring was affecting him. Even though he was terrified and fully focused on the road, his dick grew semi hard and pushed the thong dangerously far from its snug resting position.
The ride took ages and ran parallel to the river for the most part. To his relieve he never had to cross a bridge.
The busy streets gave way to prettier, less crowded surroundings. He ended up at a gated community.
"Stop here," the attorney said. "Unless you can get past the guardhouse, you might want to find a way around it."
"Okay," Ethan said and got off his bike. He dragged it into the bushes and snuck closer to the wall. It wasn't too high. If he hadn't been so exhausted he would have climbed over it with ease.
"It's going to be a gateway, isn't it?"
The attorney chuckled darkly. "Fraid so."
Ethan kept walking along the wall until the vegetation ran out. The regular well-off people were separated from the gated-community-level well-off people by a flimsy fence. It even had a hole with an often traveled path.
Some of the kids from each neighborhood had to be friends or something. All that mattered was for Ethan to do his stupid exercises and...
There was no sharp pain this time. Instead it felt like a slap on the wrist.
The teen looked down and saw smooth, metal shackles closed around his wrists without a discernable opening mechanism.
"Fuck. I got a new one. On my wrists. They're kinda heavy. This is making it even fucking harder."
"Shackles are exactly the same as piercings. Up and down in a specific pattern. Jumping jacks work best."
Ethan groaned.
He did his one-legged squats first and let out a muffled scream of rage with every rise and drop. Six on each side. His legs needed a break, so he scratched the leapfrogs and did pull-ups on the fence instead, his knees against the barrier.
Feeling it get weaker and weaker was the motivator to repeat the exercise eight times. Now his arms were screaming for a break so he did the jumping jacks he had to add from now on.
The weight of his wrist shackles was surprisingly hard to get above his head, but the chain around his neck and on his chest was what gave him the most trouble.
In addition to the insane weight increase, his nipple clamps were flung wildly and the teeth moved on his chafed skin to dig into new spots and leave old ones sore.
His dick hardened more as it was flung around, and his balls soon hung out of the thong.
He still had push-ups to do. This was taking forever.
"Is there a way... to speed... things up? Another... cheat?"
He dropped down and started on the push-ups, grunting with each one. There wasn't much strength left.
"Not in that sense," the attorney said. "I can however think of something that might help. Keep going and I'll come back to you."
"I'm through... the fence now. Where... do I go?"
"From where you are, it's nine mansions inward. The one with the blue roof."
Ethan could see it. Also, everyone else would have been able to see him. He needed cover.
Each street in the gated community was a row of neat, picture perfect mansions with a strip of bushes running between those rows. They offered no real way to stay hidden but at least Ethan could approach the blue roofed house from the other side of said bushes.
If he was spotted, he'd not be spotted from within his destination at least.
"Any ideas?" Ethan whispered. "It's a mansion. The chain could be in a million places."
The attorney hummed. "They all came from the same art shop you broke into, so it's probably part of an art piece."
"That doesn't narrow it down," Ethan said, weakly. He was still standing, no matter how much he wanted to sit down. With his thighs on fire, he might not have been able to get up again.
"I'm still trying to find out what this person bought from the shop. Find a way in and I'll hopefully know more by then."
The teen groaned. He looked left and right, as if he'd be able to do anything if he was spotted. His best bet was to act like he was totally supposed to break into that mansion.
Except... he was wearing a mask. Not exactly inconspicuous.
Ethan walked to the back of the building – waddling like a penguin since his legs nearly gave in whenever he bend them.
He couldn't see anyone through the windows, but that didn't mean nobody was home. Then he hear a car noise. Someone was driving away from the house.
The boy watched a car speed up down the road, after leaving the mansion's garage. Perfect.
Wasting no more time, Ethan looked for a way to break in. Would they have an alarm system? Probably.
There was a window, half open on the upper level. He could slip in if he made it up the wall. There was no convenient lower roof to climb onto, but there was a downspout.
Again, he looked to all sides even though he couldn't prevent being observed, and started his routine. Twelve triceps dips on the garden table. Doable. Leapfrogging ten times. Hard on his thighs but possible. Then came the jumping jacks which was simple by comparison.
He really didn't want to do squats. The taint ring was the one thing ruining his day more than the other markers combined.
It took a good little while but thirty-five lunges, substituting for squats, ended his run.
He had a hard time staying upright but he made it to the spout and started climbing. Even on a good day, this might have been a little challenging. Now, with his arms and legs threatening to fall off, Ethan had to keep himself from dropping to his doom with every ounce of physical and mental strength.
Getting up the hollow pole was not so difficult, though. He still had the arm strength to compensate for his trembling legs. But swinging himself across to the windowsill was a moment of terror.
The barrier was extended and he could sense the honey-like substance press against him as he grabbed the protrusion. If he hadn't weakened it enough – if it had demanded more exercise without him knowing – he'd have been pushed off and fallen to his death.
Ethan claimed inside and just collapsed on the ground. After his breath stabilized, he looked up. The room was apparently the master sitting room, stuffed with ugly, mismatched decoration. He could see a marital bed through an empty doorframe.
There was an open bathroom opposite his position – a total of two gateways away. He needed water desperately. He was sweating and dizzy and probably on the verge of breakdown.
Next time: Ethan looks for the second chain and finally one if his climbing expeditions doesn't go so well.