*** The Final Heist ***
Summary of Ethan's "condition":
He wears a face mask, a cock ring, a butt plug and an earpiece. His `barrier breakers' are nipples, taint, tongue piercings, plus wrist and ankle shackles.
The associated exercises are push-ups, squats with ass spread, pull-ups or leapfrogs, jumping jack and high knee.
He got two of three chains.
There was a black package at his bike. He took a look inside.
"Pills?"
"I thought you'd be too likely to mess up an injection. Think of them as... steroids. There should be some water, too."
"Why didn't you tell me you were sending water? I didn't have to make it into the bathroom!"
"Did you mention you were getting water?"
"I... I think... I don't really remember..."
"Anyway, down the pills."
Ethan swallowed the pack and got back onto his bike. "Where do I go now?"
"Straight down. Left at the intersection. Maybe keep it slow while the `steroids' kick in."
People had started before. Now they really stared. A sweating muscle teen on a bike, wearing nothing but a mask and two massive chains was a little unusual.
The blatant erection didn't make it more subtle.
The whole experience was totally surreal. Seeing it from behind the mask gave it a certain distance. He could almost pretend he was watching someone else from the inside.
Of course, the thigh and calve pain wasn't letting him get too distracted.
Back in a mid-rise area, the attorney navigated him to a six story building.
"I think... the pills are working. I'm back in control... of my muscles. And I can only feel the pain dully. And I feel... pretty strong again."
"Good. But remember that it's just meds, not super strength. All the exhaustion you don't feel any more is still there. Don't overdo it."
"Sure thing, boss." Ethan drove to the back of the building. Mostly out of sight. "What now?"
"Get in somehow. Third floor."
The building had balconies. Thin metal rods ran vertically long the outside. He might have been able to climb up, under perfect circumstances. He had to try anyway.
Pushing a trash can into position under the first balcony was simple. Actually, it was way too easy. Ethan felt like he had all his strength back. Only a slight tremble in his biceps reminded him to be careful.
He climbed onto the can with regained knee strength and hopped up to the first balcony. The shoes had to stay behind.
It was a struggle to get up but his once sweaty hands had dried enough to let him hold on. Those `steroids' had to be a miracle drug, because he made it up the floors with no more difficulty than he'd have experienced on a regular day.
Little later, a thick muscle god dropped onto the third floor balcony. He covered his junk again, precum drops getting on his fingers, and looked inside the apartment.
The chain hung on a wall as decoration. It fit the forced rock/punk aesthetic. Whoever lived here wanted to pretend they weren't the kind of person who could afford a place like this.
"Jackpot," Ethan said.
"You have it?"
"Any second. Just got to break in. Everything's going perfectly."
While the balcony had no plants, it did have pots and any one would suffice to break the glass. Ethan began with high knees, having already forgotten the pain his muscles had been in until the pills had worked their magic.
By the time he was done and dropped down for push-ups, he realized the medicine was not omnipotent. A dull ache in his shoulders came back on and grew in intensity to where it had been before.
The barrier didn't get any softer after eight push-ups, so he switched to squats. Each one was a struggle. Getting up with his thighs not cooperating made it take longer and longer as he went on.
The boy didn't want to risk alerting anyone with screams so he only exhaled strongly. It didn't take the edge off quite as much.
With his hands pulling his ass cheeks apart, the muscle teen had to use every muscle in his core to flex his hole inward and keep the plug were it was.
As it made tiny movements to leave his ass, he realized how much he had gotten used to it being there.
During the jumping jacks, he felt his bladder complaining. The water he had so dearly paid for was getting through his system.
Maybe he should have peed while he was still on the ground. He could aim off the balcony, even with the erection, but his routine was taking dangerously long already. If the blockade re-hardened he had worked for nothing.
The last one was a choice between leapfrogging and pull-ups. If the curse kept catching on and his tongue ring grew, he'd be screwed in a situation where there was no way to pull himself up on anything.
Leapfrogs were again his best bet, even though his legs gave out every few drops.
The sweat glistening boy was getting dizzy again.
Finally, however, he was done and grabbed a pot. The barrier was weak enough to penetrate, leaving only the glass.
Then Ethan saw it... The handle was in the up position. He could give the door a push and it opened for him.
Noise in the next room over.
Someone was home.
Next up: our boy Ethan has to be really quiet. Surely that can't be so difficult.