Today's Challengers (Patreon)

The rules were simple:

Pick an aesthetic pose (with some caveats.)
Get (functionally) naked, get (mostly) petrified.
Following the merciless application of one—as per the secretary's insistent terminology—"sensual implement" to the conspicuously unpetrified area, last ten minutes without climaxing.
Win $10,000.

It was that straightforward.

Yet, the 'other' ending to that ordeal went unsaid. Sure, it was spelled out plain as day, if convolutedly, in the contracts each challenger had signed, but it went unsaid because it didn't need to be said. Everyone seemed to know someone—or knew someone who knew someone—who had attempted The Challenge. And even if they hadn't, the 'hall of losers' each such challenger passed on the way in, made this outcome well known even in the event of complete cluelessness.

So many before them, sealed within erotic decorations. All in the pursuit of a paltry $10,000.

Had that amount been worth their freedom?

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An homage to a work by Japanese artist KubéCube.

Wasn't 100% sure what direction to take this work in because I'm not 100% sure what precisely happens to the losers after they're sealed.