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Joeb was running late for the bike meet again, and just as he slipped on his tights he was pounced on and tied up. He struggled to get away but was overpowered. One of the straps pinched his balls and he screamed in pain. The jock massaged his balls out from the strap and laughed,"No homo, fag!". Joeb replied,"I'm not the one riding a loud Harley Davidson... fag!" So the jock took the final strap and yanked it as tight as he could while muttering,"That bike gets me chicks, and I don't have to wear stupid pantyhose to ride it like your bicycle." Joeb barked back,"What chicks? The 16 year olds that watch the biker shows where the guys act like 3rd graders?! Oh and these aren't pantyhose, they're TIGHTS!" The jock started laughing and walked out of the locker room swinging a chain with the keys to the straitjacket on it.

"I probably shouldn't call these tights. Hmm." Joeb muttered to himself. He sat on the bench and wiggled around in the straitjacket, not knowing how to or if he could escape. He looked up at the ceiling and moaned,"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! I'm going to be stuck in this stupid thing until someone finds me here!" He kicked open his duffel bag and tried to slip his shoes on, hoping he could walk through the courtyard outside to get help. Only being able to use his feet made it almost impossible... the socks only made it worse. After a few minutes of fumbling, he got frustrated and kicked his shoes across the locker room screaming,"WHAT THE FUCK!! I can't get this FUCKING JACKET to come off!!"

Joeb sat down and took deep breaths to calm down. He started squirming his arms around trying to get as comfortable as he could in the straitjacket. Sitting on the floor with his back to the lockers he crossed his legs and scrunched his toes a few times thinking. Then he realized there was an adult ed class on speed swimming that used the college locker room that night. Joeb went to stand up, but fell flat on his face. "Damnit! Fucking straitjacket! Fucking socks! Fucking spandex! Fucking Scott! Fucking... er... FUCK!" Scott being the jock, who eventually becomes trapped in a fursuit for the rest of his life. Joeb spaced it and went to stand up using his hands that were stuck in the straitjacket, it also didn't help the floor is smooth tile and was just waxed.

He was on the floor and happened to notice the two crotch straps around his penis. The straps against the tight spandex really pushed his penis and testies out. Joeb regretted not wearing underwear this day. "Great, they're going to see me and laugh at my dick. Shit... I can see my balls bursting out too. Fuck me." It was actually pretty funny, there was a perfect silhouette of his junk popping out. All the thrashing, yelling, and struggling to free himself gave him an erection that was practically bulging through his tights. Embarrassed, he started struggling for freedom again.. Thrashing left and right, trying to pull the sleeves over his head, trying to loosen the sleeves, and just trying to break free any way he could. It was completely hopeless, all he was doing was breaking a sweat and making loud groans and moans. He put his foot on the leg of the bench and pushed himself up against the locker. "Finally, something went right today!" He muttered. One of the buckles on the jacket got stuck on a locker handle and snagged him,"Of course that would happen." he rolled his eyes and yanked himself free.

"I can't escape myself. I'll just have to deal with dick jokes for a while," Joeb walked over to the bulletin board in the office to see what time they were coming in. Wiggling and pulling at the sleeves on the way there. He stopped in his tracks, then looked up and huffed with an exasperated growl,"Damnit! The swim meet thing isn't until tomorrow! Fuck... I gotta get out of this thing!" As he walked up to the bulletin board his ears and jaw dropped, with a look of shock in his eyes. "Weekend bike trip starts today! Pack your tents and plan accordingly! We leave by bike Friday and won't return until Sunday afternoon." He franticly looked around the board looking for the next time the locker room would be used. Nothing, even the swimming class was rescheduled for the previous night. He plopped into the office chair and put his feet on the desk

"Oh shit. I hope I don't have to spend all weekend in this locker room wearing this FUCKING STRAITJACKET!" He thrashed around some more in the chair and tried to kick the light switch on with his feet. He kicked the switch off the wall. Feeling trapped and defeated and just quietly moaned ,"Fuck me"