Author's Note: This story was partial inspired by One Hit Wonder's story Catch and Release (if you've not read it look it up!) I was trying to think of more ways of incorporating sports and bondage. As always I'd love to hear your feedback... if you do like it I do have a sequel in mind involving the geek and the coach!

It was 4am, it was cold and mist hung over the running track. The three of us were the university sprint team and (if our coach could be believed) each one of us had a shot at Olympic qualification if we kept training. Some mornings however were harder than others. My spikes oozed water from last night's session in the rain.

Beside me were my team mates, Angela was tall, dark skinned and strong. Her black hair was platted into a fine weave and she looked like some sort of Amazonian princess. Abby was slim, blonde and bounced with an endless supply of energy. I was the third member of our group, I am the smallest with short brown hair and a figure toned from a decade of speed work.

Our coach wasn't impressed, Jenny had raced competitively for several years until a knee injury had ended her professional career. Now she trained us and she wasn't happy.

"Put some energy into those reps or we'll be doing strip sprints!" She threatened.

The three of us groaned strip sprints had been Jenny's epiphany last year, the concept was simple, either you won or you removed an item of clothing. It was certainly a motivator!

This time I tore out of the starting blocks, my heart pounded as I accelerated, wind swept over my face. Three, two, one... I dipped forward as I reached the end of the sprint by teammates inches behind me.

Gasping for air I looked up but Jenny still wasn't smiling.

"Kerry, good work. Abby, Angela lose the tops."

"Coach!" Protested Angela but there was no room for negotiation. Once an instruction was given it was to be followed, be it enforced nudity or an extra ten reps.

Without another word my friend began to peel the dryflow shirt off over her head. Her breasts were contained within a black sports bra which fought to hold them in place.

"Right, again!"

Quickly we returned to our blocks, Abby's shirt lay discarded a few feet away. Now I was racing for modesty as well as pride!

Fired by her frustrations Angela won the next heat, luckily the hard work was warming us so when it was my turn to start removing my clothes I didn't feel the chill. This was the beauty of the strip sprints, not only did it encourage each girl to win but it reduced recovery time too.

Before long the three of us had lost enough heats. Jenny called for a break as she outlined her plans for the session. The three of us sucked air into our lungs, breasts rising and falling in unison.

I'm often surprised how little our nudity affects us, dressed in nothing but our running spikes we listened intently. After all, no one else would be around for hours and there's nothing about my body I'm ashamed of - I train too hard for that!

Jenny had acquired some training harnesses, they were designed to hold your arms in place so you were forced to rely on your lower body for speed. When our coach first pulled them out of her bag my first impression was they'd be more suitable at a bondage convention! They were all black (was that leather? Rubber?) and covered in little buckles and clips.

Jenny approached me first. She placed the mass off straps over my head, one strap buckled around my waist, another across the top of my chest, one sat snugly beneath my breasts and a final piece fitted through my legs from front to back. Next began the complicated process of fastening it. As Jenny buckled a clip here and tightened a strap there the harness adjusted to fit me like a glove. The strap between my legs was pulled tightly into my most intimate regions, the belts above and below my breasts were pulled firmly together and finally my wrists were locked in place behind my back. The fit was snug, not uncomfortable but very secure.

I watched as the other harnesses were put on my friends. Each seemed as surprised as I had been at how immobile the straps rendered their upper body. I couldn't help but notice how the extra support emphasised Angela's magnificent figure, her dark skin gleamed in the early morning light as the leather straps held her tight.

Soon we were ready to sprint again, with our arms held firmly behind us a proper start was impossible so we opted to stand. As soon as I accelerated I felt the difference, without my arms to power me my run became very difficult. The straps holding my chest in place did nothing to stop my boobs from bouncing, if anything the one underneath actually encouraged it!

Most noticeable of all however was the strap between my legs. The leather rubbed me as I ran, positioned as it was (right over my clit) I couldn't help but derive a certain pleasure from it. Desperately I focused on my technique, it would be highly inappropriate to become wet and leave traces on the harness!

Abby won this race, I couldn't help but think that her smaller chest had given her an advantage, you didn't half bounce in these things!

Jenny was explaining some finer aspect of technique, Abby was rocking gently, shifting her weight from foot to foot (I couldn't help but think she was toying with herself on the crotch strap) but Angela was staring into the trees beside the track.

"Angela!" Scolded Jenny "Are you with us?"

Angela didn't reply, instead she took off at a sprint, a moment later the bushes parted and a scrawny student with a high tech camera tore out from them.

The sight was comical, the weedy photographer stood no chance of outrunning the dark skinned sprinter. Angela was in terrific shape and she was fuming, however she was restrained in her harness. With her arms locked behind her and her boobs jiggling everywhere I had no idea what she intended to do to her prey when she did catch him. Fearing the worst I set off in pursuit.

Lingering close enough so I'd be aware if my friend started taking chunks out of the unfortunate photographer (either verbally or physically) I waited for Angela to return. After a few minutes she approached me looking sheepish, Jenny and Abby huddled in.

"He's got photos and everything..." Angela grumbled "I tried to... persuade him to give us them back but..." She looked awkward, what had she offered him in exchange for the photos? I looked at her expectantly "He wants a blowjob," my heart pounded in my chest. The price wasn't actually that surprising. So who was going to volunteer? Angela continued "from all of us, at the same time." My mouth opened in surprise, beyond the audacity there was the simple question of logistics! Angela however wasn't finished, sheepishly she looked at our coach "Including you." She added.

Jenny didn't say anything for a minute, finally she spoke "What do you guys want to do?" She asked. Abby was the first to pipe up, her perfect tits stood out magnificently against the black harness.

"A quick blowie or have our photos spread across campus?" She shrugged "I'm in!"

The geek leaned back on a bench by the running track and we gathered around him. I'd expected to have more trouble crowding into reach but in reality with Angela and I taking centre stage and Abby off to my left we managed without too much trouble. I had hoped he'd release us from the sprint harnesses but we had no such luck, apparently when he said blowjobs that's exactly what he'd had in mind.

"You're very overdressed coach!" He commented as Jenny sank to her knees beside us. Reluctantly I watched as she unzipped the front of her track suit top and began to peel off the remainder of her clothes.

I had to give Jenny credit, for an older lady she was in spectacular shape, I glanced jealously at how firm her tits were despite being ten years our senior. As the only member of our group unencumbered by a harness she reached in and began to rhythmically massage the base of the photographer's cock and his balls.

"You know coach..." Muttered our subject as he enjoyed our attentions "That's a fucking kinky training session you've got going on there. Fetish Fitness? Bondage Bootcamp? You've given me all sorts of ideas!" He grinned.

The three of us worked on our task in silence, sometimes we took it in turns then we'd change our technique and use our tongues all together. Drawing three sets of lips up and down his shaft in union obviously delighted the young geek. At one point during my turn I heard a clicking noise, with my arms still locked behind me and my mouth wrapped around him I wasn't in an immediate position to look. When I could glance up I saw Jenny removing the memory card from the expensive camera, at least there would be no more photos today!

Unsurprisingly our work didn't take too long, the pimply geek didn't strike me as someone who got too much action, with four nude women working on him simultaneously there was only so long he could hold out.

After a few more minutes he began to draw breath into his lungs, pulling away he took his cock into his own hands. Knowing what was coming Angela and I began to move, unfortunately the harnesses hindered us and caught off balance I couldn't get out of the way in time. Where Angela tumbled backwards and out of the line of fire I was in prime position.

The warm sticky fluid caught me straight across my face, several large blasts streaked across my dark hair and another caught me in my eye. I was actually impressed by how much cum the young man managed to produce, maybe he hadn't wanked in a while?

"Well at least that didn't take too long!" Commented Angela as we walked back to the track. I couldn't help thinking she'd be less happy if she'd taken the surprise facial instead! Deciding that we'd spent enough time in the provocative harnesses for one day Jenny removed them, Abby seemed somewhat disappointed when hers was taken off!

We still had plenty of reps to do before we finished for the day. I tried to wipe the rapidly drying cum off my face as best I could but unfortunately all I had with me was my discarded clothes from before.

Dressed and ready to run we resumed our training session. I did hope those awkward streaks would come out in the wash!