I stare at the image, to me it just looks like soke random shapes and colours, I really don't understand abstract art, personally I like paintings of actual things, I can appreciate the skill and beauty, I struggle to do that with modern art, it looks like something anyone can do. Good thing this one isn't going to my personal collection, I'll have it sold in a day and I'll be rich, I don't really care if I don't like it, all that matters is the value of the item, that's why I steal them.

I lower my paradoxically iconic face mask and stealthily move through the shadows towards a window, if I have got my timings right, which of course I have, I should avoid all the guards and cameras. Reaching the wall I press myself against it to avoid the camera as it turns, as it moves away I quickly get to work opening the window, making sure to disable the alarms that trip when unlocking and opening it, and sliding in just before the camera comes around for another pass, beating my previous tike on that particular mechanism, not that I doubted myself, there's a reason why I'm the most famous and feared art thief in the world, nothing is safe from my grasp.

I quietly walk through the building, making sure to avoid the numerous cameras, thermal sensors and invisible lasers, always keeping my eyes and ears on full alert, missing anything would mean failure, and although I have memoried the blueprints they could have added some additional security recently.

Making it to the target gallery I look around, seeing all the abstract art and sculptures, the strangest one being an empty frame hanging in the middle of the room, inside the metal frame seems to be some shackles. I shake my head, I don't understand this type of art, I'd best focus on my goal.

I stare at the painting before me, this is it, time to claim my prize, first I need to bypass all the safety trips, lasers, counter weights, motion sensors, the who works. I smile as I lift the frame off the wall, thus is go8ng better than I'd planned, not that I'm surprised by that. As I gently lower the painting I notice a strange sound, some sort of hissing. Worried I look around and see a small hole behind where the painting hang, removing it must have triggered it to release something. I panic slightly, I need to get away fast, I've nevwr seen this before and that's never a good thing. I pause as I look down at my prize, I can't leave it, my reputation would be ruined, not to mention losing out on the money for this ugly thing. I lower myself to begin my quick work of removing the canvas but as I do I notice that my balance is off, whatever that gas is the affects are already starting, I need to move quick and fast as I resist the urge to just admit defeat and flee.

As I gently roll it up and slide it into the protective tube, I quickly rise to my feet, the sudden movement making me feel dizzy, I need to leave now. I stumble unsteadily through the building, my slow and foggy mind and my now ungrateful steps nearly tripping several alarms as I make it back to the window. As I reach it my legs suddenly gave out beneath me and my limbs feel to heavy to get back up. I panic as I lay helplessly on the hard floor, on that feels surprisingly comfortable in my drugged state. I can't be caught like this. I must get up. I struggle with all my strength, managing to move my arms and legs as I try to lift myself but they give out, leaving me sprawled across the floor in an undignified position. My breathing grows shallow and my eye lids refuse to stay open as my eyes look around wildly, still trying not to be discovered, as the world around me fades into darkness.

I groan as I come to, the sound strangely muffled, feeling air flowing over my body and cold metal securely locked around my wrists. Great, I was arrested. No, this feels different, why do I feel so exposed? As my eye lids slowly open and my eyes focus, I'm surprised and confused to see the painting hanging on the wall in fr9nt of me, as if taunting and mocking me for my failure. Wait, am I back in the gallery? Horror grips me asbi remember the strange empty frame hanging in the middle of the gallery. I turn my head to see that I'm locked firmly into the frame, naked, except for my iconic mask, and spreadeagle, I cry out in shock, only to feel the ring gag filling my mouth, preventing any words from escaping and causing me to drool over myself uncontrollably l. 8 pull frantically 9n my shackles but they don't budge, the metal holding firm, the only achievement being a pain in my crotch, looking down I see a shiny chastity cage covering my cock, preventing it from getting hard.

I stop resisting for a moment and try to focus on how to escape, there must be a way out. As I do I feel the restraints around my wrists, ankles, neck and waist held me in place, my body not even able to move at all in the frame. I also feel something deep insode my ass, I'm guessing some sort of buttplug, the feel of it is hard to ignore as my cock responds to its presence.

"Are you enjoying the gallery?" I look to see a man in an expensive suit walk around my frame and stand in front of me with an admiring smile.

"Yes, I think that you'll make a fine addition. I can't wait to see what visitors think of my newest piece of art that I have obtained." I'm not a piece of art. I try to yell at him and pull on my restraints but he seems completely unphased.

"You're quite the collectors piece, very valuable, many people will be jealous that I was the one who caught you. Wouldn't it be funny if you were stolen and sold on thw blackmarket? The ir9ny would be poetic don't you think? Although you don't have to worry about that, you're very safe and secure here." I panic as I look at my restraints, unable to even see a keyhole to pick, how can I get away, I don't want to live as a piece of art trapped here forever.

"Those won't open, ever, they sealed shit when closed, the locking mechanism is entirely internal, I had to make sure that my prized work of art remains secure. You're a statement about crime, punishment l, the chains of greed and society and what we put value in. Plus your iconic mask really adds a layer of mystery and intrigue to it all. I'm sure that the audience will love you. You are even interactive, each person who views yiu can decide your fate, punishment or mercy." I watch fearfully as he moves over to two button, on red and one green.

"Punishment." I scream and my body twists as much as it can as a painful shock flows through me from my plug, chastity cage and collar.

"Mercy." I let out a moan as i feel the plug roar to life, mybcock straining in response as I wiggle innmy bondage. As it disappears in pull on my restraints and moan in desperation.

"You better hope that they're merciful to you." I watch in terror as he calmly walks away, leaving me hanging in my frame like a piece of art.

As I hang defeated I hear the sound of multiple footsteps echoing through the building, coming closer, humiliated filling me as I hear people enter the gallery behind me, immediately reacting to and talking about the on piece on display, me, talking about me as if I'm nothing but an object. The humiliation and objectification, as my reputation and image is forever destroyed, only makes my cock strain harder in its cage.

I hang exhausted in the now dark and quiet gallery,my limbs, jaw and balls aching, my body recovering from the humiliation, teasing and pain. Strangely I feel lonely and despite the humiliation I feel lonely, as if I crave the attention of the visitors again.

Exhausted I close my eyes and quickly fall asleep.

Epilogue:

I stare at the abstract painting across from me, as people move around the gallery, I've long gotten used to strangers staring at me and talking to each other about me, discussing what I mean to them. Hearing what I make them think fills me with purpose, pleased that I can make people think, it also made me understand the other abstract art around me, I am one of them after all, plus it's the only thing that I can do as I hang here motionless, no one ever actually talks to me, only about me, not that I can really hold a conversation anyway. Plus, I can't help but enjoy the fact that so many people find me ascetically pleasing and came from all around to see me.

I do get some regular visitors, or more fans, who come and look at me regularly, enjoying me as a work of art. One of them seems almost obsessed with me, as if admiring me, they seem to zone out as they stare longingly at me, as if they're lost in thought, like they want to be living art like me. The idea that someone would want my life worries ke a little but I wouldn't lie, it would be nice to have some company.

I've also seen a rather suspicious visitor lately, I may have been trapped in my frame for several years but I still recognise fellow thieves, they seem to be planning to take something. Hopefully not me, it might be strange but I actually fear the concept of being stolen away from my owners amd home, part of me doesn't even want to leave my frame, I'm safe here, secure, loved and enjoyed by visitors, bring people meaning and inspiration, despite being in permanent bondage, unable to move or speak, I feel that I've done more with my life here than I ever did as a famous and renowned criminal. Although i highly doubt that they'd succeed. Who knows maybe in the future I'll have some company after all. But none of that is really anything for me to worry or think about, 8 should just enjoy o0ening hours while it lasts, be happy that people are looking at me.

I watch as someonw approaches the two buttons, I watch I'm anticipation, at this point I enjoy and fear both. I moan in frustrated pleasure, my cock straining in its cage, as they pick the mercy option, which over time has become just as much torture as the shocks are.

As the gallery grows quiet I watch as a member of staff approaches to as they say, do maintenance on me. I moan in pleasure as I feel my plug move, swapped for my enema plug, the familiar feeling of the cool liquid filling my insides and flushing me out, makes me moan and groan, the process isn't comfortable but the result is pleasing after having to hold everything in for 24 hours. I then watch as they unscrew the end of my chastity cage, opening up the urethra tube inside, allowing me to empty my full bladder into a condom which is slid over my cage, thankfully this happens several times a day. Strangely my chastity is left unplugged and another condom is place over my csge, normally it's sealed back up again until the morning.

I moan in pleasure as I feel a warm cloth wipe soapy water over my body, cleaning it and making me look presentable for guests. The fact that it is happening now and not at the beginning of the day informs me that there will be a private exhibition tonight. At the beginning of my stay here they also shaved my body but that hair was permanently removed in order to save staff time, the only hair remaining is on my head, which is cut regularly to keep it tidy and to prevent any obstruction, part of me does wonder if that to will be removed for simplicity one day.

I choke and gag slightly as a feeding tube is plugged into my ring gag, the tube extending into my throat and pumping my bland liquid meal down into my stomach, which i hungrily and gratefully swallow down, keeping me a living piece of art.

Without saying a single word to me the member of staff completes their work, smiles to themself and leaves me, just like any other piece of art in the building.

I don't have to wait long as I hear the private exhibition group enter, excitement filling me and my cock twitching in its cage as I wait for thwm. I always enjoy these events, my cage straining eagerly as i look forward to the most intimateand stimulating part of my existence.

I moan as several hands touch my body, the rare feeling of human c9ntact sending me into a world of bliss,  normally pieces of art like me are off limits when it comes to being touched. I feel my plug pull out of me by a member of staff and feel my frame lower, leaving me hanging at a more accessible height. Quickly being accessed and used, as I moan with joy, as cocks enter both my ass and mouth. I remain completely helpless and immobile in my frame, as I'm used like the object that I am, my long isolated body enjoying every moment of it, as I start to fill the condom around my cage, my collected cum being the last meal I'm fed till tomorrow evening, happily relieving my aching and swollen balls.