You deliberately don't respond immediately

Just as you were headed to swimming practice that morning, you heard your phone buzz. Quickly checking it, it was a message from Jon and from their tone and message, it was clear that they weren’t that **** yet. Maybe it would be good to let him steam for a bit longer, so you ignored his message and headed to practice.

As you entered the locker room, you saw Jon standing by his locker, fumbling with his phone. He looked flustered and kept glancing around nervously. Perfect. Strolling over, you flashed him a grin. "Morning, champ. Ready to show us all up in practice today?"

Jon barely met your gaze, clearly distracted. "Yeah, whatever. Just leave me alone."

His obvious discomfort only made you smirk wider. "Alrighty then. See you in the pool!" You sauntered away, knowing he'd be thinking of nothing else but his situation all day.

As practice started, Jon struggled to focus on his laps, his cock throbbing insistently inside its plastic prison. Each kick sent jolts of frustrated need through him. Sweat dripped down his brow as he pushed himself harder, hoping the exertion would distract from his predicament.

But the tight confines only seemed to stimulate him further. His shaft strained against the bars, pre-cum leaking steadily. Jon gritted his teeth, determined not to let anyone notice his obvious arousal. He needed to find a way out of this mess soon, before his body betrayed him completely.

"What seems to be the problem, Jon? You don't seem to be at your best today...", I teased, my tone slightly mocking to needle the already annoyed jock.

Jon glared at you, his jaw clenched tightly. "Nothing. I'm fine." He barked out, swimming away with powerful strokes.

As practice ended, Jon rushed to the showers, **** for privacy. His heart sank as he still hadn't received a reply. Locking himself in a shower stall, he yanked off his swim trunks, gasping at the sight of his engorged, trapped cock. It pulsed with urgent need, the tip peeking out obscenely. Jon's breath hitched as he ran a finger along the underside, aching for more stimulation.

Jon grunted in frustration as he tried to rub himself through the cage but found no relief. The plastic barriers prevented any significant contact with his most sensitive areas. Sweat dripped down his body as he worked himself up further, panting harshly.

Unable to stand it any longer, Jon slumped against the wall of the shower stall, his hips bucking involuntarily. He was so close and yet couldn't quite reach his peak. A choked moan escaped him as he cursed whoever did this to him, knowing he wouldn't be able to function properly until released.

Meanwhile, you were outside the stalls as this was all happening, hearing Jon’s every whine and grunt. Fortunately for you and for Jon, the rest of the team was still monkeying around in the pool at that time so that locker rooms were fairly empty. Feeling hot under the collar after hearing the grunts of desperation that Jon was making, you decide to push the situation forward and see what you could make Jon do.