Johnny had never run down the old trail before, but coach wanted his young short stop in tip top shape - playing hard. Coach suggested this run - a rough backwoods trail that would help build stamina in his rookie jock.
So he suited up in his running gear and hit it.
45 minutes in he came across a guy changing a tire. Johnny slowed down and walked over. “What are you doing way out here, bro? Can I give you a hand?”
Johnny felt a strong, beefy arm quickly across his chest from behind. With his arms pinned to his sides, a strong chemical smell filled his nose as a white rag was forced over his nose and mouth.
The last thing he saw was the guy getting up from the tire…coming toward him…placing a leather hood over his head as he lost consciousness…..the guy spoke, “No, bro…I think I got this…”
It all happened so fast. When he came to, John could barely move. His arms ached - pulled behind his back, his wrists tied tight. He couldn’t move his legs, they we’re spread, his ankles also tied tight. He started to sweat, bucking against his restraints, yelling into his gag, MMMPPHHH! UUUHHHNNN! But the jock was expertly tied.
… He also could not see Coach across the room - paying off his beefy captors. As coach stood before his prisoner he spread his own legs, slowly rubbing his own stiffening cock through his snug sweat pants. Now Johnny’s training would really begin.
As Johnny continued to struggle, he was aware he’d been stripped - just in his jock - he felt the cool, hard wood of the chair he was tied to against his exposed butt. Before his run he’d put on his usual gear - a jock strap over which he pulled a pair of tight white briefs. He’d learned to like the extra support while running.
Nylon workout shorts and a tank had completed his running gear.
His attempts to call out we’re muffled completely - something had been jammed into his mouth, and he could feel thick tape holding his mouth closed. He worked his jaw, shaking his head…desperate to be heard - to free his mouth.
He was startled by a hand on his head, “MMMMPPHHH!!” He called out as he heard the unmistakable sound of duct tape being pulled from a roll. As more tape was applied to his gag, pulled tight as it was wrapped around his head 4 times …a voice whispered in his ear…
"This ought to keep you quiet…keep those briefs in your mouth boi….while I prepare you. You won’t be needing your mouth. Well, not for a while."
Johnny bit down on the underwear jammed into his mouth, bucking wildly against the ropes - he could barely move or make a sound.