#strappeddown

When I run on hot-as-hell days like today, I sweat all over…including in my crotch, which gathers so much sweat it makes me look like I’ve pissed myself.

I guess I could wear loose shorts, but I like the way Lycra feels when it gets sweaty.

If you follow my blog you probably are aware that I’m a little obsessed with Lycra. I started running regularly about two years ago, and lately I am finding 2XU running shorts are becoming almost a requirement for every single run. There is something about the particular thickness, compression and texture of these shorts that literally makes my legs feel anxious to get moving. Every run in them feels amazing and when I’m finished they feel so good across my upper leg muscles I don’t want to take them off.

Nothing I’ve ever worn by UA has ever come close, and I have a lot of UA gear.

The price for these are a bit ridiculous, but damn they are worth it.

I love me some nipple torture when I’m totally restrained and can’t do anything to stop it. And one nipple isn’t enough, something about the combination of the two…I don’t mind a few clips or clothespins when its a one-on-one scene, but what really gets me going is to have two guys, one on each nipple, working each independently, while a third is squeezing or pulling on my balls while slowly edging my cock.

I think it may be something about the uneven and randomness of those sensations, or maybe it’s just hot to have multiple guys work me over. I try not to question it, and welcome the opportunities for that type of cooperative play whenever it presents itself.

These 2XU tights are about as tight on me as you can get. They take a little effort to work up the legs and get situated properly, but once they are up and locked in place they feel great. Nice even compression up calf and across thigh and hamstring muscles. My legs feel springy, rubbery, and ready to run. There isn’t any room for the fabric to move, so these either fit perfectly or might be slightly small for me, although any benefit of compression only exists if the garment really compresses, and these do that for me. Not a wrinkle or gap exists, top to bottom. The sizing chart put me right into the middle of the range for these, so I’m going to trust it. 

The logo only shows up in the glow of the camera flash, which is kind of cool. The fabric is a matte grey with a slight sheen, which I always find appealing. The crotch area is as tight as anywhere else, so if I start to grow there will be no way to hide it, although this is rarely a problem on my morning runs, it sometimes occurs in the elevator before I start.

Might get some rain out there, I’m curious how they look wet. If I get rained on, I’ll follow up with a pic.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself, totally encapsulated in the thickest of padded leather: straitjacket, hood, and leg sack. The white-noise machine drowned out all distractions. I could see nothing, hear nothing and all I could feel was the unyielding supple leather across my body.

I was writhing in bondage bliss.

While the posture collar did an admirable job of eliminating my ability to turn or lift my head…I could still wiggle and move it slightly this way and that.  

Thanks to my attentive captor, that didn’t last very long.

My hood has so much soft puffy padding I didn’t even know it was a rope he used to ratchet my head securely down to the pillow. From the inside my dark cocoon, amid the ever-grinding silence of the white noise, I suddenly realized that my pillow-like leather hood had somehow stiffened and become rigid around my head and that I could no longer move it at all.  

Within minutes the same happened all up and down my body. Any movements I made were quickly met with a response: the leather would suddenly grip me more tightly, lock me further into position.

Soon I could make no movement at all.

And then the hood, collar, straitjacket and everything else just sort of faded away and it was just me…floating.

In the past two years I’ve taken up running. 

In the beginning I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep it up. The first few weeks I’d barely make a quarter of a mile before I’d have to stop, panting and gasping for air. Gradually that changed. I slowly developed endurance. I’m not fast, but I’m consistent. Now a three to five mile run comes easily and is something I find quite enjoyable.

Honestly, though, part of what motivates me is the running gear. I’m referring to  close fitting, sweat wicking, compression gear designed with all sorts of features that probably don’t really apply to me. If it’s tight and brightly colored, my cock will beg me to gear up and hit the trail. 

Pictured above is one such outfit I’ll run in early on winter mornings. Neon yellow tights and a wonderful matching shirt that has a strange waffle pattern on the inside that somehow keeps feeling warm even when it’s close to freezing outside. The color glows crazy bright under the black lights…but also out in the park just as the dim glow of the sun first starts to fade up.

My cock might respond a bit when I first gear up, but by time I head out the door it pretty much settles down to a manageable size. At first I had to wear jock straps under my tights to keep from looking indecent, but now it seems to understand where I’m heading and let’s me run in peace.

I know its the "gear fetish” part of my psyche that motivates me. The majority of guys I see on the trail have baggy grey or black sweat pants. But occasionally I’ll run by someone like me, wearing Under Armour, Nike, or Skinz tights. If we catch each other’s eyes we will sometimes nod to each other briefly, and I figure they are a little like me, and I’ll run a little harder and faster for awhile.

I love the sweat patterns that form on a tight shirt after a good run. There is nothing more wonderful than the feeling of Lycra and sweat on your body as you work out.

I also love the mosaic pattern on these tights. I sometimes get hard when I’m running but when I’m wearing these it is hardly noticeable.