He shrugs, "Well it's not gonna be pretty but I guess this will be the safest place." He suddenly lowers you to his side and slides you in his pocket. As he retreats his hand he zips the pocket close so you can't fall out.
The second you look around you realise the material is so thin you can see almost everything and the first thing you do notice is that Tim did not put on his Jock, but is going commando's and you in his pocket.are close to both his flaccid dick and monstrous balls.
Before you can scream he starts walking and the massive log between his legs swings right at you smacking against you softly before swinging away, only to come back one step later. After a few steps Tim stops and you hear some beeping. After that the world goes crazy as he starts walking again, but his speed increases tremendously. The treadmill, you realise.
You are living a nightmare. Stuck in your friends pocket as he runs. His dick slams hard against you with every step. And soon he starts to build up a swear and the material of the pocket is slowly drenched and you with it. And still his dick just rams into you, again and again. You try to climb out of the way, but every shock sends you deeper into the pocket again. And with the zipper closed there would be no escape anyway.
Finally after what seems like forever Tim slows down a little before coming to a full stop. As he gets of the treadmill he walks over to some other piece of equipment. You wonder if he'll get you out, but as he sits down on machine after machine he goes about his routine.
Unfortunately for you apparently it is leg day and as he trains his thighs with every piece of equipment you can imagine you are squished between the muscles and the shorts in many different positions. Finally he seems to be done with his workout as he stands up.
Suddenly you hear the zipper open and his hand slides into the pocket with you. You hope he's gonna get you out. But suddenly his hand slides behind you and he uses his hand to push the pocket up against his balls. Slowly he starts rubbing you against the sweaty sack.
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