*** Narrow Escape ***
Ethan was so terrified, it took all his strength not to piss himself.
He snuck into the apartment on shaky tip toes and listened closely. He stood in the living room. The apartment owner was in the room next door. And that door was open.
The boy had to cross the path of the door to get to the chain on the wall.
He swallowed dry and inched forward. This was beyond breaking into a mall's warehouse or an empty mansion. What if the person living here fought him? He had nothing to defend himself with.
Each step seemed incredibly loud and even though he pressed the chains on his chest down with both hands, he was sure they'd give him away.
He managed to sneak a glance. There was a huge guy in worn out casual clothes at a desk, with his back to the door. He wore headphones and frantically played a video game.
So far, so good.
Ethan made it to the other side and lifted the third chain off its nail hooks. It was as heavy as the others but it felt like the weight of the world coming to rest on his shoulders as he put it on.
The mass of three heavy metal link strings was deeply oppressive.
He tip toed back, as close to the balcony as the barrier let him.
He started with squats, since those would take the longest, considering his legs were shaking with exhausting, pain and now also fear. The plug got more and more loose. He had to press it into himself with the hands spreading his cheeks.
Just as he did the worlds quietest jumping jacks, a tingling sensation ran along his hands and feet.
Rings appeared around his thumbs and his big toes. The latter clacked on the ground as he jumped. He stopped and hoped he had done enough to satisfy the curse.
"Mister?" he whispered. "Can you hear me? I have to be quiet."
"What's up now?" the attorney asked. "Got the chain?"
Ethan slowly laid down and begun his push-ups, chains wrapped around onto his back. "Yeah, but... I still need to... get out. There's... someone else here. And now I have... thumb and toe rings."
"Those need up and down motions, too. Give me a second, I'll figure out which work."
Ethan grabbed the doorframe and did high knees, pulling himself up to keep as little weight on the floor as possible.
However, there was no helping his considerable mass. Since he had to land on his heels or risk making noise with the new rings, Ethan's hurried high knees made the walls shake. At least it felt that way.
Leapfrogs would be even worse so he had to use pull-ups this time.
While he looked for a way to do those, the attorney came back on.
"Hey kid, I know how to deal with the new rings. Jackknife crunches."
"Seriously?"
"You didn't do any abs exercise yet, so you should still be fresh in that department. Now get going or you'll have to start all over again."
Ethan laid down on his back. Usually, jackknife crunches were child's play for a muscle god like him, but he had engaged his core in a great many activities today and one-legged squats took power from a lot more places than just thighs.
He left a layer of sweat on the floor as he got back up. Well, he didn't so much get up as he rolled onto his stomach. Push-ups weren't fully done yet.
With all the exhaustion, he lost control over his bladder a little. Needing to stay quiet, he couldn't let the chains clank, so his movements had to be extra slow – and exquisitely painful.
Ethan was trembling all over and little piss shots dripped from his dick onto the sweat stained floor.
Finally it was time for the dreaded pull-ups with his greatly weakened arms.
Ethan stood facing the barrier and grabbed the doorframe above him. He pulled up and got his head – and the all-important tongue marker – over the frame.
Once, twice, three times... four. He had a hard time not screaming, not pissing and not dropping. With his knees at the blockade, he could feel his loose, exposed ass lose its hold on the dildo, so he had to work extra fast now.
"What the fuck!?" said a voice behind him.
He had been spotted.
With mighty lion roar-like screams, Ethan finished two more pull-ups and slipped – or fell – through the barrier.
He swung himself over the third floor handrail and slid down, where he held onto the balcony floor. His feet found some grip on the second story's handrail below.
The boy didn't have the strength to stop the flow. He pissed from his erect dick, right onto his chest. The piss sprayed like falling rain and ran down his flexed abs and past his trembling legs.
Ethan sighed in relieve as a tiny bit of pressure was removed.
Then his plug slipped out critically far.
He instantly dropped to the balcony below him and clenched, but it was too late.
The plug shot from his ass.
He felt the world close in around him. The curse's barrier saw its chance to trap him forever.
Ethan tore off the mask and the barriers retreated. He had escaped certain doom just in time.
After a minute of catching his breath, he continued the descent. No one was following him. He had probably shocked the apartment owner into submission with his muscle god backside.
Once on the ground, Ethan started searching for the plug. It was gone. There were grates in the asphalt, wide enough for a dildo to slip through and vanish into the sewers.
"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Mister, please help."
"You got away with the chain?"
"Yes, but I lost the plug and I can't put the mask back on."
"That's on you, boy. Just leave it behind."
"But..."
"But what? If you want to wait for the curse to win, that's your decision."
Ethan punched the trash container he had used to climb up. "Fuck. Okay, fine. I'll do it somehow. I just... I dunno. I'll manage. Just tell me what's next."
"Each chain symbolizes an ethereal dynamic of divine-"
"What?"
The attorney sighed. "Let's say one's for heaven, one's for hell, one's for you. Dip one into holy water, one into unholy water and you're done."
"How am I supposed to get all that stuff?"
"I prepared everything for you. Hop on your bike and go left. Should take no more than ten minutes."
He slipped into his shoes. "And then it's goodbye curse?"
"If you do it right."
The bike seat stuck weirdly to his sensitive ass hole now that the plug was gone. He felt like a human suction cup.
This time, riding through the city streets was beyond nerve wracking. Ethan was no longer protected by the mask. If anyone saw him and could identify him... He'd forever be the guy who rode a bike nude with a massive erection. And the chains were probably weird, too, but not exactly his primary concern.
Dozens of people saw him. He biked too fast to register their reactions but they couldn't have been positive.
"Go right," the earpiece told him. "Between the tall, gray towers. I got you a little surprise behind the bench. I'd have given you a new plug and mask if I had known you'd need it. Alas."
Next up: Ethan get a little gift and gets rid of the curse... probably.