Please note that this story is fiction and takes place in the imagination of the writer, nothing that is written ever happened. My fictional characters may or may not practice safe sex, however these are merely words and I would always advocate the practice of safe sex in the real world. Some of my fictional characters' actions may not also be legal in all places in the world, and my fictional stories are not meant encourage any reader to break any of their local laws. Anything can happen in our imaginations but in the real world we are bound by restrictions. Play safe.
Cockaigne Chronicles is a new series set in the fictional town of Cockaigne where the laws are different, and anything can happen. Social nudity and sexual interaction are nothing to be ashamed of and the moral limitations that inhibit us don't inhibit the residents of Cockaigne.
Now, fire up your imaginations and let the fun begin...
Adam's Jockstrap Horror
We had moved to a new town called Cockaigne. What sort of bloody stupid name is that? But the move came with my stepdad's new job. And when I say a new town, I mean new. Everything looked newly built, everything was bright and clean.
It had taken me two weeks to finish unpacking, my
Mum had been on at me daily to get it done. My stepdad never
really hassled me, he always let my mum handle me.
I'd been out around the town a few times but never really saw anyone my age to talk to or hang about with. I was beginning to think that I was the only kid here. But I knew I couldn't be the only kid as Mum said that they had a new school, with excellent sporting facilities. So, there must be other kids.
All I knew was that my stepdad was a biochemist and the town was built by the local biochemical company that he was now working for. He and my mum talked for days about making the decision to move. I think I was the only reason for them to stay put, so I could stay with my friends and my old school. Obviously, my having friends wasn't important enough to keep them where we lived. So, they uprooted the family and moved halfway across the country to the Middle of England.
"It's nice to see that you've finally tidied
everything away." My mum said.
"Yep." Was my monotone reply.
"You'll fit in here, Adam. Trust me, you're only
fourteen and have time to make new friends and then get ready
for your exams in two years."
"I suppose."
"Now the house is in some kind of order," Mum
smiled, "it might be a good time to find our way around, the
shops, the school. See what this beautiful place has to offer."
"If you want. When does school start?" I asked.
"Two weeks on Monday," Mum recalled. "We still
need to get you ready, but we can wait until next week for
that."
I shrugged, and I sensed she was going to say
something else but was interrupted by the doorbell.
I waited in the front room, sat down on the chair
and looked at the television, even though it was switched off, a
force of habit. I could hear voices in the hall but couldn't
make out what was being said.
"Adam!" Mum came back into the living room,
followed by a young man with a black folder tucked under his
arm. He looked to be mid-thirties and was dressed casually in
some chinos and a white short-sleeved shirt.
I was startled by the stranger and stood up to
greet him, as I had been taught.
"Adam, this is Mr Price, he's your new
headmaster."
I approached him, and we shook hands. "Nice to
meet you, Sir."
"And you, Adam." His voice was soft and made me
feel at ease, unlike all the other headmasters I had spoken to.
Mum invited him to sit and went to make some tea.
I was left in the room with him.
There was a moment of awkward silence before he
spoke.
"Are you looking forward to starting at your new
school, Adam?"
I stuttered a little. "N..not really. I don't
really know it, and I haven't seen it yet." I looked down at my
feet. "And I won't know anybody there."
"Don't worry, Adam. The children are a fine bunch
and will help you make the adjustment easily. I know you will
make friends very quickly. They will be very excited to meet new
friends as many of the children will also be new."
"How so?" I asked.
"Well, Adam," he kept using my name, it made me
feel at ease, "this town is only a year old, half the residents
moved in last year, and you are part of the last few families to
move here."
Mum came in with a teapot on a tray, along with
some cups and a milk jug. She was going all out to make a good
impression. Usually, it was a teabag in a mug.
"How do you like your tea, Mr Price?"
"Just a splash of milk, Mrs Walker, no sugar."
The headmaster said.
We all sat down, drinking our tea. To be honest,
I zoned out while mum and Mr Price droned on about how great the
town was and how fantastic the school was.
"Adam!" My mother raised her voice to get my
attention. "Mr Price says they have an Olympic sized swimming
pool, football and rugby pitches as well as a cricket pitch and
practice nets. You'll enjoy those."
"Probably. I don't play much football or cricket
though." I looked at the negatives.
"But the pool, Adam." She beamed a wide smile at
me. "You love your swimming and your rugby."
"We don't play rugby in the pool." I smiled at
her.
She rolled her eyes and turned to my new
headmaster. "He can be a smart alec sometimes."
"So, Mrs Walker..."
Mum interrupted him. "Please call me Ruth."
He smiled but didn't offer his first name. "So,
Ruth. The main reason why I am here is to let you know what will
happen on Adam's first day and also what he will need. I know
with moving house you have probably lost or forgotten about the
welcome pack we would have sent through the post."
My mother looked sheepish, she knew she had lost
it.
"So, here is a new one." He opened the folder he
had rested on his lap and handed a thick pile of paperwork to my
mother. "It's all in there, but to keep it simple, a school
uniform should be purchased from our outfitters, CT Outfitters,
which can be found in the town main shopping area. You will find
them very reasonably priced as the company subsidises the
uniforms. I don't know how long they will continue to do this,
but certainly for the rest of this year."
"That's nice of them." Mum was pleased.
"It shows just how committed they are to the
factory, the lab and the project." Mr Price turned to me and
looked me in the eyes. "Adam, you will also need to know the
school rules." Another thick pile of papers was retrieved from
his folder. "This is for you."
He handed me the papers and I looked at the title
page. It showed the school crest.
"Make sure you read this and memorise the rules
and codes of behaviour. We have a zero-tolerance ethic, so even
the most minor discretion is punishable accordingly."
He could see my face drop as I looked anxious.
"But don't worry, Adam. A good boy like you will
have nothing to worry about, besides there aren't any rules
designed to trick you. As long as you are kind and considerate
and polite, then you will have nothing to worry about."
I was still worried, though. I'm not a bad kid,
but I do get told off sometimes. I had to make sure I read the
rule book before school started.
"I think that's everything." Mr Price rose to his
feet. My Mum and I followed his lead.
After another shake of hands, my mum led him back
into the hall and out the front door.
"He seemed quite nice." She said as she came back
into the living room.
"I suppose." I was back to my monotone self. The
rule book left on a side table for me to read later.
Mum was just clearing away the tea-things when
the doorbell rang again.
"I'll get it!" She called to me.
I was getting déjà vu, she walked back into the
living room followed by another young man.
"Adam, this is Mr Peters. He's head of sports in
your new school."
I stood up again and approached him to shake his
hand. He had a firm grip.
"Good to meet you, Adam." He spoke in a gruff
American drawl.
"Please sit down, Mr Peters."
"Coach Ma'am. Call me, Coach."
"Would you like some tea, Coach Peters?"
"Just Coach, Ma'am. And I'm fine, thank you,
Ma'am."
I rolled my eyes at all this "Coach" and "Ma'am"
stuff.
"So, Adam." He looked at me, his eyes fixing on
mine. "I thought I'd come round and get to know you. See what
you like and what you are good at."
Before I could answer, my mum spoke for me. "Adam
loves his sport."
"I hope so, Ma'am. It's good for the body and
good for the soul." He fixed my gaze again. "What sports do you
play?"
"I am ok swimmer; I did swim for my last school
but wasn't the best. I also played a lot of rugby. I was
scrum-half, being small and nimble. I'm also a reasonable
middle-distance runner. But I will try my hand at most things."
"You look like you keep fit. That's good. But I'm
sure you're only being modest, and even if you aren't, I have
some great staff who know how to get the best out of you. The
coaches can work on your technique, stamina and fitness levels.
We can get quite scientific about it. We also have an excellent
sports therapist."
"You seem very well equipped, Mr Peters... um...
Coach." My mum said.
"We take sports education as seriously as you
would take your math education."
She smiled at him.
"So Adam, I also want to make sure that you start
your new school year right, with all the basic equipment and the
right uniform."
"No need to worry about that Coach, Mr Price came
round earlier with all the details about the school uniform. I'm
sure the sports uniform would be included."
"It will be, Ma'am. But there is one thing I need
to make sure young Adam here has. As I say we take sport
seriously and we insist our students do too and that they have
the right protective equipment."
Mum nodded at him.
"When you look at the uniform section, it says
that all boys must wear a jockstrap during sporting activities
unless it is based in the pool when swim briefs should be worn."
"Don't worry, Coach," I said. "I already have
one."
"I see." He said to me and then turned to my
mother. "Did you get it for him?"
"Yes, Coach." She glanced over at me. "He was too
embarrassed to get one himself."
Did she really have to embarrass me by saying
that?
"Will you fetch your jockstrap, Adam," Coach
asked.
I wanted to ask him what the hell was this all
about? But I just got up and went upstairs to my bedroom. It
took me a few minutes to find it, and when I did, I gave the
fabric a quick sniff to make sure it was clean. Good, it smelt
of fabric softener.
"This is it, Coach." I held the off-white garment
in front of me.
Coach growled. He took it off me and checked the
pouch and the elastic straps. He narrowed his eyes. "I'm not
sure. Put it on for me, Adam."
I glared at him.
"Put it on for me." Coach was firm.
I turned to leave the room, intending to change
in my bedroom.
"Here please, Adam."
"But..." I stood with my mouth open.
"Here, please. When you get to school, you must
get used to changing in front of others. I also insist on
showers after every lesson. And not just a quick rinse. It is
important to clean yourself properly after exertion."
Shit! He was not going to take no for an answer.
"Mum. Would you mind..." I pleaded with her.
"Adam, you don't have anything she hasn't already
seen. You need to learn to be proud of yourself and not to be
bashful. All boys and men have the same equipment down below,
and it is nothing to be ashamed of."
"But..." I hesitated again.
"It's a good job we aren't at school as this sort
of hesitation would not go unpunished. You need to learn to do
what you are told when you are told."
"Yes, Coach."
I turned my back to them and started to take off
my jeans.
"It would be best if you took off your shirt
first." He told me.
I didn't say anything but pulled my t-shirt over
my head and dropped it to the floor. My socks came next, and
then I pulled off my jeans. I hesitated again and looked back at
Coach as I stood in my boxer-briefs. Shit. I was going to have
to do this.
I took in a deep breath and pulled my pants off.
My naked arse was now on show to my mother and Coach. I
scrambled for the jockstrap, my nerves made my fingers fumble,
and I dropped it.
Fuck! I thought.
I bent my knees and picked it up. This time I
held it right and slipped my legs in and pulled it up. I stuffed
my cock and balls into the pouch and made sure they were covered
up. I looked down and noticed a few wisps of red pubic hair
escaping above the thin waistband.
"Turn around Adam and let me see." Coach
instructed.
Both Coach and my mum were still sat down, and
when I turned around, their eyes level was level with my bulge.
I closed my eyes and took another deep breath.
"Just as I thought, Ma'am. This is more of what I
like to call a fashion jockstrap. It's no good for sports."
He pulled at the waistband below my navel,
catching a few hairs as he stretched it. I winced with the pain
as some of my ginger hairs were pulled out.
"See, the waistband is too thin and is too
loose."
My face must have been bright red as I just
wanted to curl up and die. But the next part was worse.
"See this, Ma'am."
Fucking hell! Coach grabbed my soft bulge and
pushed it from side to side with his fingers. My dick was
between his fingers! He didn't stoke me or anything like that,
but just a stranger's fingers on my dick got it rising.
"This is offering no support whatsoever."
My face went even redder, and I had to close my
eyes. If I couldn't see them, perhaps, I could pretend no one
could see me. But I knew that was bullshit. My mum's eyes were
staring at my crotch. I only hope she didn't see my dick swell.
"And this, Ma'am. This will show you how bad this
is."
Coach let go of my bulge and put his hand on my
naked hip.
"Turn around, Adam, and let your mother see the
back."
See the back! What the fuck was he on about. See
my bare arse more like. At least that was better than her
looking at my bulge sighed and turned around. My arse was now in
my mother's face, and Coach had a great view of my bulge, which
was still swelling up.
"Now, keep your legs straight and bend down as if
you are going to touch your toes," Coach told me.
That's better, I thought. All my mum could see
was my arse, and by bending down my body would cover my growing
bulge.
Fuck that! Fate had something worse in store for
me. By bending down, my arse cheeks began to part, and I had a
horrifying thought that my mum would be able to see my hole.
Then I felt her breath on my rosebud, and it
twitched. My dick seemed to get hard instantaneously as her
breath caressed my most intimate part.
"Spread your legs more, Adam." Coach demanded.
I obeyed.
"See Ma'am. Look between his legs. At the base of
the pouch." Coach put his hand between my legs, and I felt his
finger on my perineum. He moved it and poked at the gaping chasm
that appeared between my body and the apex of the pouch. "There
shouldn't be any gap here."
He poked further, and I felt his finger push
against my balls. My dick lurched at his touch, and I felt like
I needed to blow. But I crunched my pelvic muscles to take me
back from the brink. But this meant my ring piece tightened and
loosened periodically. I felt her breath intensify against my
hole; she must have been looking directly at it.
"This offers absolutely no support for his
testicles, and if he is wearing this while doing sport, then he
could do himself some damage. It probably also explains why he
isn't showing his full potential."
Coach removed his finger.
"Thank you, Adam. You can stand up straight now."
Shit! My dick was hard, and I'm sure they would
notice when I stand up. Blood rushed to my face, but none of it
came from my dick as that stayed rock hard.
I slowly straightened up but decided to keep my
back to my mum. It would be marginally less embarrassing for
Coach to see me hard than my mum.
But Coach looked at the obscene bulge in my
jockstrap.
"Now that just proves my point again." He spoke
to my mum. "Turn around and show your Mum, Adam."
Fucking hell, that man was determined to kill me
of shame. My heart pumped so hard that I could feel it in my
ears. But I knew I had to obey and obey fast. So, I turned to
face my Mum. My hard dick stretching the pouch of my jockstrap.
"See, Ma'am. I know Adam is embarrassed about
getting an erection. But in a more suitable jockstrap, should he
get an erection then it wouldn't be as pronounced as this. Sure,
it would stretch the fabric but not to this extent, and it would
be contained. Not ready to poke someone in the eye like his is
about to do now." Coach looked up to me. "Wiggle your hips,
Adam."
I did, and I watched as my hard dick swayed from
side to side inside the fabric pouch. I could feel my balls
twitch as they ached for release; never had I had a hard-on for
so long without touching it.
"I'll show you both how a properly fitted
athletic support would hold him."
Coach put two fingers together and showed them to
my mum. "See Ma'am." He took his two fingers and placed them
halfway along my dick and pressed.
My hard-on was pressed against my body, my bulge
looking more contained.
But his touch made my balls jump inside me.
My dick twitched, and I screwed up my face.
I expelled a long breath from my lungs, but I
couldn't stop it.
My dick twitched again, then lurched against
Coach's fingers.
My face went bright red again, and I wanted to
run away, but something anchored me to the spot.
I wanted to run but couldn't, Coach's two fingers
had the power to make me freeze with sheer terror as my dick
lurched again and pulsed.
I felt like crying as I came.
My dick pulsed and shot cum into my jockstrap. It
was trapped, but the force and the sheer amount caused it to
ooze through the fabric.
"That is one hair-trigger Adam has there." Coach
said to my mum.
"Oh, dear."
"There's nothing to worry about, Ma'am. It's
normal for a boy his age.
I opened my eyes and noticed my mum looked as
embarrassed as I was. She lifted her head to look at me, but I
darted my eyes away. I couldn't look at her after I had just cum
in front of her.
"May I go now, Sir," I mumbled, hoping the ordeal
was over.
"Sure thing, Adam." Coach slapped my bare arse,
and I saw my mum smile.
I scurried around, picking up all my discarded
clothes and made a dash for the door.
Coach continued to talk to my mum as I bound
upstairs.
Once in my room, I tore the jockstrap off and
threw it in my dirty linen basket. My dick was still hard and
slimy with cum. I had to touch it; my dick twitched, begging me
to touch it.
I wrapped my hand around my dick and furiously
pumped. Within seconds my dick exploded, and my cum shot four
feet away from me. I looked at the short trail of cum and felt a
sense of pride at how far I could shoot.
"Adam!" I heard my mum shout up the stairs.
I looked around and grabbed my towel to cover
myself up.
"Yes, Mum." I peered over the landing.
"Coach is leaving now."
Coach appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "I'll
see you in a few weeks, Adam when you start your new school." He
smiled up at me. "And don't forget about getting yourself a
proper athletic support. I'll be checking next time I see you."
My heart pounded at the thought of Coach checking
me out in a jockstrap, again. But my dick twitched. I think it
was starting to like being on show.
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