The Faulty Jockstrap
In the decade that follows the second world war there is a shift in the balance of power between the sexes that sees women moving out of the home and into the workplace. No longer are businesses run by stuffy old men in suits. Women rule the roost and are taking over the world, industry by industry. In this small menswear store the women are most certainly in charge as Bobby Ollerenshaw is about to find out.
In the Allardyce Gentlemen’s clothing store Veronica, the store owners’ daughter, is busy folding away the latest delivery.
The shop has an unparalleled selection of shirts, suits and undergarments for the discerning male shopper in the local vicinity.
A bell rings as the door to the shop is opened.
In paces a sharp looking woman dragging a young lad behind her.
Veronica smiles as she sees the customer. She’s known the lady for years and the boy attends the same school as her.
“Good day Veronica.”
“Good afternoon Mrs Ollerenshaw…” She turns her focus to the young lad, who smiles thinly at the unwanted attention.
“Good afternoon Bobby,” she smiles.
“Is your mother available?” asks the forthright customer.
“I have a jockstrap to return.”
“Oh, a return,” she says disappointedly. She knows she'll have to call on her mother as she's not authorised to deal with returns or refunds. She was hoping to be able to deal with Bobby herself.
“Is that a problem?”
“I'll just see. MUM!”
From the stock room comes Mrs Allardyce, the shop owner. “Hello Mrs Ollerenshaw.”
“I have a complaint to make about a jockstrap bought for Bobby here two months ago,” explains Mrs Ollerenshaw.
“Oh?”
“As you know Bobby is in the same year as Veronica.”
“The boys this term are now expected to play rugger and la crosse,” she continues.
“and his unmentionables are growing and need support.”
Veronica smiles at the mention of his unmentionables. Working in this establishment has meant that she’s become more aware of the workings of the gentleman’s inside leg than most girls her age. But having one of her class mates being discussed gives it extra spice.
Bobby shrinks slighty at mention of his privates being so publicly talked about. “I was doing the washing the other day and I noticed that this particular garment has become rather worn.”
“Worn? Oh dear. There is a guarantee on boys’ underwear but its only six months because they tend to become rather perished, around the groin.”
“Then it’s well within the guarantee. A simple replacement should suffice then I'll be on my way.”
“May I see the garment?”
“Certainly,” she agrees, “Take your trousers down Bobby so Mrs Allardyce can examine your jockstrap.”
“But Aunty.”
She glares at him appalled that he’s spoken out of turn and embarrassed her in front of the shopkeeper. Young men these days have no decorum. A spell in the army will put him right.
“Bobby don't start all this nonsense, no one is in the least bit interested in your …”
“ … bits and pieces.” Remaining silent behind the counter Veronica begs to differ as she watches on excitedly.
“Now come on.”
Not waiting for Bobby to undress himself Mrs Ollerenshaw starts unbuttoning his blazer much to his chagrin.
She stares angrily at the timid schoolboy; if he were her son she would never have let him behave in such a fashion.
Sometimes she feels that what this generation needs is to be put over someone’s knee and given some corporal punishment. It’s the only language they understand.
Bobby squirms with embarrassment as she unfastens his trousers.
Veronica finds her eyes instinctively drawn to his groin and is excited by the prospect of seeing her fellow pupil undressed.
Bobby’s cheeks flush red as she unceremoniously tugs down his school slacks.
Bobby shudders as his trousers fall to the floor leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed.
“Stop fussing Bobby. Now lift up your shirt so that the lady can examine your undergarment.”
Reluctantly Bobby does as she asks revealing his jock strap.
“Oh,” says Mrs Allardyce, examining the jock strap, “it doesn't look very worn to me.”
“No you can't see it from the front but look at the back.” As he shifts position his penis accidently pokes out into view.
Veronica doesn’t miss a trick and watches him hungrily.
“Turn around Bobby.”
“Bobby shuffles his feet, reluctant to allow them to view his exposed behind.”
“There’s a good lad,” praises Mrs Allardyce willing him to turn.”
Mrs Allardyce surveys the damage, “Oh dear dear dear.”
“Yes, you see,” says Mrs Ollerenshaw, indicating the areas of wear and tear. Bobby is mortified at having his arse so clearly and freely displayed like this. What happens if someone comes in the shop? What will Veronica tell her friends at school? Was there ever any humiliation greater than this?
In one small shop one young lad is finding out just what it means to live in a post-war world dominated by strong powerful women. Encouraged by a well-meaning "aunt" to show the shopkeeper the nature of the fault with his jockstrap Bobby finds himself semi-naked but fully exposed.
“Can you see what the problem is?” asks Mrs Ollerenshaw.
“Hmmm yes,” she replies, uncertain whether this qualifies for a refund or not. The shop would never make money if they gave refunds to every Tom, Dick or Harry who brought something back a little worse for wear.
“This is no good,” Mrs Ollerenshaw declares, “Bobby, could you take off your shirt and jacket. We can’t see what we’re looking at with all that clobber on.”
Reluctantly, but without dissent, Bobby pulls the coat from his back. He knows it'll be more trouble than it's worth to argue with her.
Bobby feels pained at having to do what he’s told like this, particularly when it seems so unfair. His face reddens slightly, a fact not unnoticed by Veronica who can’t hide her excitement.
He folds his coat and quickly places it on the chair not quite daring to delay the inevitable for even a short second longer.
Awkwardly he removes his shirt aware of Mrs Ollerenshaw’s disapproving eyes boring into him.
“Well, is that clearer?” asks Mrs Ollerenshaw.
“Well I can see some fraying; that could be just routine wear and tear,” replies Mrs Allardyce, not convinced.
The women drop to their haunches treating Bobby like little more than a shoproom dummy, tugging the jockstrap this way and that to assess its status. Veronica laughs nervously seeing her fellow pupil toyed with like this.
“Bobby, bend over.”
Even as catching sight of Veronica hungrily eyeing him Bobby reluctantly does as he’s told horribly aware of how exposed he will be.
“You see? These straps are stretched completely out of shape.”
“They offer no support down here.”
Veronica is seeing a whole side to Bobby she’s never seen before and its making her heart beat a little faster to her surprise.
“Turn around,” Mrs Ollerenshaw orders.
Bobby stares at ‘aunty’ his eyes pleading she rescind her order. Her manipulating of his costume has caused his chap to extend somewhat.
She frowns putting the young lad in his place.
Bobby stands upright and turns around. “You see how he's growing larger now - so his little man is practically peeking out the side!” she points out.
Bobby squirms as aunty jabs at his cock through the jockstrap.
Her touch causes his penis to further escape the confines of his underwear to his embarrassment and shame.
“Yes its most odd.” agrees Mrs Allardyce.
“Most of the boys worn underwear I see is perished here. But I can't imagine how the straps have gone like that.”
“Iain McEwan!” says Bobby.
“Iain McEwan keeps pulling on them in games!” he reveals.
“What! You never told me that.”
“I tried but you wouldn't listen.”
“That Iain McEwan!” she tuts.
“I'm afraid that's not covered by the guarantee Mrs Ollerenshaw.”
“The garment has to be faulty, but this has been caused by reckless skylarking in the changing room.”
“Good grief. I have a good mind to buy a brand new jockstrap …”
“… and send Iain McEwan the bill.”
“Yes of course. We have plenty in stock,” she says looking Bobby up and down. “I would suggest adolescent slimfit with an extra large pouch. Perhaps strengthened straps might be in order.”
Veronica beams expectantly. This is the part of the fitting process she secretly loves. Since she’s come of age her mother lets her observe this most intimate of measuring.
“Veronica, could you fetch me the size chart please.”
Her stomach is doing butterflies at the prospect of seeing Bobby being inspected and measured. She hopes that one day her mother will see fit to let her carry out the size test.
She eyes the chart excitedly wondering how Bobby will measure up.
“Actually,” says Mrs Allardyce, “would you care to do the measurement Veronica?”
Bobby’s stomach sinks at the prospect of his classmate performing such an intimate examination of him. His most private details could become the talk of the school. He knows from PT classes that he’s not the biggest boy in the class but the girls don’t. Yet.
“Mother, do you really mean it?” gushes Veronica, looking Bobby right in the eye,“It would be my pleasure!”
A simple trip to the shop for an exchange has quickly turned into the most emotionally-grueling situation of Bobby's young life. He thinks if only he obeys his eccentric Auntie's orders that they can quickly return the faulty item of clothing and leave. But, to his horror, his classmate has become involved in the problem and is now about to see his sensitive young body fully exposed!
Bobby sees his classmate Veronica grinning devilishly at him. She’s teased him on occasion when they were younger but this is a whole new ball game.
Veronica delights at seeing Bobby so uncomfortable. Him and his bookish friends have all but ignored her this past term – but there’s no avoiding her now.
Veronica kneels in front of Bobby her eyes drawn to his penis still poking out from the jock strap.
His cock twitches involuntarily under Veronica’s unfaltering gaze.
Veronica can hardly hide the joy on her face as she’s given the task of disrobing and measuring Bobby.
She gasps with amazement as Bobby’s penis tumbles into view.
She’s helped her mother before with measuring but this is the first time she’s ever seen one quite so close up.
Despite having seen the measuring chart many times before she reads the information as if it was for the first time such is her excitement.
She reaches confidently for Bobby’s penis, mimicking what she’s observed her mother do many times before.
Mrs Allardyce looks on with pride, seeing her young daughter taking the young man in hand and without fuss attempt to measure him.
His willy feels different to how Veronica imagined it would be. Her friends talk about the men at the barracks having rods of iron but this … this feels a bit floppy.
It’s not hard enough to push through the card on its own so Veronica has to feed it through; like threading a needle.
She grabs the end and pulls it through, pushing the card backwards as she does.
His heart is beating wildly fast as he feels the girl handling his cock under the women's gaze.
Bobby flinches as she tugs and rubs against the sensitive head of his cock.
His cheeks redden as she pulls his cock all the way through.
Veronica grins up at him knowingly.
Bobby stares down at his classmate. He knows that he’ll soon be the talk of the school and he’ll never be able to hold his head up high again.
Next Veronica has to measure his penis length. Combined with the girth measurement this provides an accurate size rating.
She carefully aligns his penis on the chart.
Bobby knows he’s let himself and auntie down. If only he’d stood up to Iain McEwan and prevented him from pulling at his jock strap then he wouldn’t be here today being manhandled so embarrassingly by Veronica.
Veronica is certain to get the measurement as accurate as possible, her mother has long serviced the men of this town and she has a reputation to maintain. She knows that she must not make an error.
“I have the measurement mother.”
“It says here that you have the penis size of….”
“…a 15 year old.”
“Fifteen,” she repeats.
Bobby feels crushed – he knew his knob wasn’t the biggest but to be told it is no larger than the average 15 year old is hard to take.
Aunty looks at Billy disapprovingly; she might have known!
“In Bobby’s case I would suggest an adolescent slim fit …”
“with an extra large pouch to allow room for him to grow into when he’s ready.”
“And how much would that be?” asks Mrs Ollerenshaw.
“2 guineas, 4 shillings and sixpence,” Mrs Allardyce advises.
“Oh, I can’t afford that and anyway I don’t have the coupons.”
“Is there anything cheaper that will do for the rest of term?” she continues.
“Mum, we do have some Noddy Y-fronts in the sale,” suggest Veronica.
“Thank you Veronica,” says Mrs Allardyce.
“They are for a six year old though,” she explains to Mrs Ollerenshaw.
“Well they may have to do,” concedes Auntie.
“I’ll fetch a pair,” says Mrs Allardyce.
Bobby knows that look; Auntie’s famous disapproving stare. He knows there’ll be hell to pay and probably no supper when he gets home.
Veronica smiles, silently taunting him. Relishing every moment of his discomfort and glowing in her new-found power.
“It might be wise to have the boy try them on.”
Auntie examines the underwear. They seem sturdy enough. There’s no way she’s parting with anymore money for substandard goods.
Bobby holds the tiny pants knowing that there’s no way on earth they’ll ever fit him properly but he’s also aware that there’s no way he can go against auntie. However embarrassing or humiliating it will be.
Veronica chuckles silenty at Bobby’s predicament. She imagines him trying to cram his unweildy penis into the tiny tight pants. She can’t imagine how on earth he’s going to squeeze all his bits and pieces in but she can't wait to see him try.
The women take some tea while Bobby has been pushed into a changing room with a replacement pair of pants. Mrs Allardyce and her daughter are entranced by this nervous young man’s plight and are determined to find something suitable to support his rather large assets.
“These young lads don’t know they’ve been born half the time. Look at Bobby, head in the clouds. Still wants to be a train driver!”
“I told him, study hard and become a lawyer like my Phil. Now what on earth is keeping that boy?”
"Bobby!" she calls.
Bobby shouts out from the changing cubical. “Aunty, they don’t fit.” Mrs Ollerenshaw is sick of his nonsense and goes to investigate.
“Well come out here so we can all see for goodness sake!” Without warning she whips back the curtain...
… revealing Bobby struggling to squeeze into a pair of ludicrously small pants.
He pulls up his trousers, hanging onto them for dear life as Aunty marches him back to the shopkeeper and her daughter.
Bobby’s plight causes Veronica to burst out laughing. How foolish he looks. The tales she’ll be able to tell back at school.
“Aunty,” he protests, but she’s had enough of his shenanigans and is determined to see how these pants fit for herself.
The shopkeeper stares at Bobby as she tries to get a handle on his odd behaviour.
But for Veronica this is just pure entertainment.
Aunty pulls his trousers down to examine the underwear. Bobby’s messed about too much for her liking so now it’s time for her to be firm with him.
His penis springs fully into view and the women can't divert their eyes from it.
She looks at the troublesome mess he's made trying to put them on. Surely there's a little more room in there.
Somehow the tiny pants make Bobby feel even more exposed than when his cock was fully out!
“There, they are almost a perfect fit,” says Mrs Allardyce.
“Yes. I don’t know why you’re making such a fuss,” she says pointedly to Bobby cramming his penis in.
Veronica can barely contain her amusement at Bobby’s obvious discomfort.
Bobby looks at his classmate awash with shame.
“Ow! Stop Aunty please. You’re hurting.”
“Bobby Ollerenshaw stop this carry on at once.”
He wriggles and squirms away from her intrusive hands.
“Allow me to help,” says Mrs Allardyce.
“There, if I can just get these troublesome bits in you'll be all secure,” she says to Bobby.
He continues to squirm in place as he feels his sensitive cock head emerging from its foreskin.
She looks up at him accusingly. She expects more of him than his behaviour today.
Together the women try to cram it back in, one trying to pull the pants open while the other fits his growing penis in them.
His penis slides out again much to Bobby's humiliation.
“They do fit it’s just that you’re making your little man become big.”
“I’m not. I’m not.”
“Don’t lie to me young man. Look.”
She snaps the pants up.
But his penis bursts violently free.
Appalled by his behaviour she scoops up his swollen penis and attempts to put in back into the tight-fitting underpants.
Mrs Allardyce endeavors to pull the pants back on properly while Mrs Ollerenshaw holds his dick firmly in place.
While the two older women wrestle with the thorny problem of returning Bobby to the pants Veronica has noticed something strange happening with him.
His breathing has changed … she realises that the dirty sod is getting off on being manhandled like this.
Bobby’s face flushes and he moans excitedly much to Veronica’s amusement.
With an involentary rock of his hips Bobby sends a powerful burst of cum shooting from his cock.
Mrs Allardyce and Mrs Ollerenshaw are appalled to see the young lad behaving in such a manner.
“Bobby!” screams Mrs Ollerenshaw, “No!”
“How dare you embarrass me like this!”
Mrs Allardyce has never had a young man do this in her shop before and is dismayed at the lack of decorum displayed.
Mrs Ollerenshaw is livid at Bobby’s behaviour and there is going to be merry hell to pay. Ordinarily she'd dish him out some punishment when she got him home but today ... today Mrs Allardyce and her sweet daughter need to see him being dealt with severely for his dreadful actions in their shop.
In all of his nightmares, Bobby could never imagine a more horrific accident than unwillingly ejaculating in front of a group of women. He’s always grown accidental hard-ons when around girls, but this is something he had no way of hiding. Now that there is a small puddle of his spunk on the floor and all he can do is stare down at it with complete and utter shame and hope he can quickly leave. But Mrs Ollerenshaw isn’t going to allow this horrendous act to go unpunished!
Bobby looks down at the pool of spunk he’s produced as the realisation of what he’s done washes over him.
He’s consumed with shame; the disapproving tuts from “Aunty” and Mrs Allardyce coupled with Veronica’s laughter ring repeatedly in his ears.
“Mrs Ollerenshaw! Really!” exclaims Mrs Allardyce.
Mrs Ollerenshaw grabs Bobby by the ear, “Come here Bobby now!”
Mrs Ollerenshaw is determined that Mrs Allardyce and her daughter see how seriously she takes the matter and sets about Bobby’s punishment by putting the lad over her knee.
Her hand smacks Bobby's bottom hard.
“Ouch!” he winces.
Mrs Allardyce is impressed with the manner in which Mrs Ollerenshaw is dealing with the young lad's misbehaviour.
Veronica is beside herself. She’s never had such an unobstructed view of a boys arse before.
More than the pain received from his auntie's insistent smacks, Bobby is deeply humiliated that he did that filthy thing in front of the adult ladies and his classmate and now he's being spanked like a boy in front of them!
With Bobby’s buttocks already a nice shade of red Mrs Allardyce wonders how much more punishment Mrs Ollerenshaw is going to dish out. She's never had to do anything like this herself as Veronica was always such a saintly child.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Bobby whines.
“I didn’t mean to …” he protests.
Mrs Ollerenshaw has heard this kind of apology before and frankly it doesn’t wash with her.
As far as she’s concerned boys should show some self control. Instead he’s shown her up and presented himself in a highly unfavourable light.
It angers her how much energy she’s put into looking after this lad and this is how he chooses to repay her.
“Ahhh!” As he cries out in pain, Mrs Ollerenshaw gleans some crumb of contentment that perhaps she’s finally getting through to him that his errant behaviour will no longer be tolerated.
The constant beating of his arse and the perverse thrill of being naked infront of the women are having a stimulating effect on Bobby.
He can feel his cock throbbing and the urge to cum weighing heavily on him.
He sighs deeply unable to hold back the feeling much longer.
All of this has gone unnoticed by Auntie who is totally engrossed in dishing out his punishment.
“Ahh,” he sighs as he begins to cum again.
“Mrs Ollerenshaw are you aware that your Bobby has just ejaculated again!” says Mrs Allardyce.
Minutes later after Bobby has cleared up his sticky mess it’s time to pay the bill.
“There, so that’s 1 guinea, 10 shillings …”
“… and a farthing.”
“Thank you Mrs Ollerenshaw,” says the shopkeeper.
Veronica can’t keep her eyes from his swollen cock amazed at how much semen he produced. The girls at school are going to love hearing about this!
“There you are Veronica, a ha’penny tip for you.”
“Why thank you,” Veronica beams.
“Now to make up for the mess you’ve caused…” she snaps turning to Bobby.
Bobby trembles slightly concerned what Aunty has in mind.
“You’re to come here every Saturday for the next two months and do chores.”
Bobby feels horrified at being made to continually return to the place of his greatest shame; to be constantly reminded of his folly.
“We have lots for you to do young man…”
“…and when I’m not here you’ll have to do …”
“…whatever Veronica asks you to do.”
This is the greatest news Veronica has ever heard. She’ll have her own personal slave all to herself every Saturday afternoon when mother goes to the wholesalers.
Mrs Ollerenshaw hopes that he's finally learned something about manners.
Bobby knows there is no way to disagree with her and can picture spending the next two months in this small cluttered shop with these domineering women.
The sensation of being fully exposed, embarrassed and disciplined by women joined with the immense pleasure of ejaculating will always be combined in his mind from now on.
