Consequences in Cockaigne
by David Heulfryn

 

Every morning when I woke up, I stretched and showed Billy what state my cock was in. I was usually hard but sometimes half-hard, never completely soft. I think he was intrigued as he always looked at me. Knowing Billy was looking at me always gave me a tingle in the balls.

This morning, I was as hard as a rock. I looked forward to seeing Ross in Cockaigne, and Billy would see Jenny again. I was excited and asked Billy if he was getting up.

“Just look after yourself, Eric and get your cock away from me.” Billy kept looking at my exposed crotch.

I was feeling playful this morning and ripped his duvet from his bed. Billy wasn’t quick enough to hide the tent in his pyjama trousers. I had seen it and started giggling.

“We’re both hard.”

Billy covered his tented crotch with his hands. His face went red. “Fuck off, Eric!” He was mad. He shouted.

“What’s going on in there?” We heard Dad’s muffled voice through our closed door, and he came in without knocking.

He was wearing a tight pair of white briefs and looked at us. I was still naked and hard, and Billy was lying on his bed, shirtless, his hands covering the tent in his pyjama trousers.

“What’s going on?” He looked annoyed at us. “Put some clothes on, Eric and cover up your erection.”

I went to the chest of drawers and pulled on some briefs. I stuffed my hard cock inside, but it was wilting under Dad’s angry face.

“Eric pulled off my duvet.” Billy seemed embarrassed at overreacting to something so trivial.

Dad picked up his duvet from the floor and threw it on Billy’s bed. He grabbed it and tried straightening it to lie under it, but Dad and I caught the tent in his pyjamas.

“Oh,” Dad whispered. He looked at me and shook his head. “Eric, I’m tired of you teasing your brother. He’s not like you. He doesn’t want to go around naked, whether he’s hard or soft.” I sat on my bed, looking at my bare feet. “I’m beginning to regret taking you to swimming lessons. I didn’t know it would turn you into an inconsiderate exhibitionist.”

“Please, Dad. No. I love going. Please don’t stop me.” I didn’t want to cry, but losing what I had found in Cockaigne would hurt me.

“Not everyone has the same attitude to the naked body as you. Billy may be your brother, but he’s different. For him, and let’s face it, most teenage boys who don’t live in Cockaigne, nudity and masturbation are private. Erections are natural for boys both your age, but most think they are private and shouldn’t be freely exposed or made fun of.”

“Sorry, Dad,” I mumbled.

“Don’t say sorry to me, it’s Billy you need to apologise to. It’s him you have disrespected. You have disrespected his feelings and his privacy.”

I looked at Billy. “I’m sorry. I’ll be more respectful in future.”

“And you, Billy.” Dad turned his head to look at my brother. “Stop overreacting. Eric is only fourteen and can get overexcited at times. You share a bedroom, so there are bound to be embarrassing moments for both of you.”

“Sorry, Dad.” Billy apologised.

Dad was about to leave when he turned to look at us again. He folded his arms and lowered his voice. “Are you boys going to Cockaigne again?”

“I’m seeing Locky to kick a ball around.” Billy protested.

“Give it up, Billy. I know you are going to Cockaigne.” Billy shot daggers at me. “Don’t look at your brother like that. I’m not stupid; I worked it out myself. Perhaps you can look after each other there. I’d feel happier if you both went together and came back together. Eric is only fourteen, and it looks like things are getting serious with Ross.”

“Dad, I can’t be expected to look after Eric all day.” Billy protested. I didn’t want that either.

“I don’t expect you to. I suppose I’m really asking you to look out for each other. Be there when the other needs you. I don’t expect you to tell me or your Mum what you get up to, but I do expect you to help each other.”

“We will, Dad,” I said as Billy nodded.

“And Billy,” Dad began, “I’m here when you want to talk. I understand what you’re going through. I was your age once. Please open up. It doesn’t help to keep everything inside. Perhaps you could talk to your brother if you don’t want to talk to me. Don’t keep things bottled up.” Dad absentmindedly scratched his balls through his briefs. “And have a good day, boys.”

Dad left, and I apologised to Billy again. I took off my briefs. I was now soft and neatly folded my underwear before returning them to the draw.

“I’m going for a shower. Will you be going in after me?”

“Probably.” Billy huffed.

“I promise I will leave you alone when you come out. I’ll make sure I’m downstairs having breakfast, and then we can walk to the bus stop together.”

“Thanks, Eric.”

I left Billy alone to shower.

 

Billy was quiet as we walked to the bus stop. I apologised again and promised to be more considerate of him and his modesty. I asked how his relationship with Jenny was going and suggested that he talk to Dad to let him know that was why he was going to Cockaigne. Billy told me that he’d think about it.

“I think I’m afraid, Eric,” Billy said as the bus pulled away and took us to Cockaigne.

“What of? I don’t think you have anything to be afraid of.”

“I like Jenny, but she is a resident. I’m afraid I will be expected to do things in Cockaigne that I would never do at home.”

“It’s not like that, Billy. Not everyone goes naked. Not everyone has sex in the street. Ross told me that some people behave like outsiders and don’t do anything like that. You shouldn’t feel forced into it. No one should expect it. Is Jenny pressuring you?” I wondered.

“No, quite the opposite. I suppose it’s me. I think I’m expected to be more comfortable naked and around naked people.”

“Don’t you feel comfortable around me when I’m naked in our bedroom?”

“No,” Billy admitted.

I put my arm around him, “I’m sorry, Billy. I’ll cover up if you want me to.”

“Don’t you dare!” Billy looked at me. “I don’t want to be the reason you stop being yourself. If you want to, do it. I don’t want to turn you into a repressed prude like I am.”

I rested my head on Billy’s shoulder. “You just need more confidence. I hope Jenny gives you that.”

“She starting too.” Billy ruffled my hair.

I squirmed away from him and ran my fingers through my hair to straighten it.

 

Ross was waiting for me when we got off the bus. I expected to meet him at the town square as usual, but he said he wanted to surprise me. Billy looked awkward and tried to get away.

“This is my brother, Billy.” I introduced them.

Ross held out his hand, “Pleased to meet you, Billy. I’m Ross.”

“Yes. I’ve heard about you.” Billy said, and I blushed.

“All good, I hope,” Ross said, and they released their hands.

“I’ll see you back here at six o’clock,” Billy said and said goodbye to us.

We watched as Billy walked towards the town square.

“He’s cute.” Ross grinned at me.

“Don’t get any ideas. He’s got a girlfriend.” I laughed.

Ross wanted to do something different today and said he would take me to his home. He said it wasn’t a long walk, and his brother should be home.

I wondered what we’d do there. I asked him.

“I want you to see where I live. That’s all. I hope you’ll let me see where you live sometime. You don’t have to tell them I’m your boyfriend, although I think your Dad and brother know. But your Mum might not.”

“I suppose I need to tell her soon. She’s not asked me, but I think she knows something is going on.”

“I bet she knows. Mum’s always do.” Ross went silent and sullen all of a sudden. We took a few steps in silence.

“I’m sorry, Ross. You must miss her.” I reached out and held his hand.

“I do. Kerr has been brilliant since she died, and Dad couldn’t cope, but it was only two years ago, and I still think about her.”

“So you should. You should always remember her. I bet she was brilliant.”

“She knew me better than anyone.”

“And she still loved you?” I joked.

Ross laughed and squeezed my hand.

When we reached Ross’ house, he said it was nothing special, just a two-bed townhouse. It looked similar to the one I lived in. That’s why I shared a room with Billy. When Dad lost his job, Mum and Dad had to downsize to a smaller house. They needed to reduce their mortgage. At least Ross had his own room.

Billy unlocked the door, and we heard grunting. We quietly entered, and the grunting got louder. It was coming from the kitchen.

Ross frowned at me. He didn’t know what it was. We crept closer, and my mouth gaped as I saw our swim teacher thrusting his cock inside Kerr’s arse as he lay on his back on the kitchen table. Both were naked, and Kerr was stroking his cock to Morgan’s thrusting. His exposed knob oozing precum over his belly.

They didn’t see us as we watched. Ross cleared his throat to announce our presence. Kerr looked over at us.

“Fuck!” Kerr said, but it wasn’t because we were watching; it was because his cock spewed cum over his body. Each thrust from Morgan caused squirt after squirt until Kerr’s balls were drained.

Morgan thrust harder and stopped as his cock spewed cum deep inside Kerr.

Both men were panting. Morgan looked to see what Kerr was looking at and saw us.

“Hi, Guys.” Morgan greeted us, his cock still inside Ross’s brother.

“We’re going up to my room. I wanted to show Eric where I lived.”

“I thought you’d be in town all day like before,” Kerr said, making an excuse for why he was caught getting fucked by our swimming teacher.

Ross had to literally drag me away as I was fixated and looked at the two men. I’d never seen two men having sex before. Not in real life. I’d seen porn, but watching it happen was different. My cock was rigid but softened as Ross dragged me away.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t know. Honest.” Ross said we went to his room.

I looked around. It was clean and tidy. No clothes were lying around, and his bed was made.

“It looks like you knew I was coming and tidied up.”

Ross blushed. “It’s the best my room has looked since I moved in. Come here,” Ross took me to his wardrobe and opened it. I saw a pile of clothes on the bottom, some dirty, some clean. “Out of sight.” Ross laughed and closed the wardrobe door.

Ross started removing his clothes, “I suppose we’d better mess up this place.” He threw his clothes on the floor. “I’m usually naked at home anyway. Both Kerr and I are.”

I took my clothes off, and I was surprised that neither of us had an erection. I rarely saw Ross with a soft cock. He looked handsome.

Ross sat on his bed, and I joined him.

“I also wanted to show you what it’s really like living in Cockaigne,” Ross said. “It’s not all about sex, and you don’t have to be naked all the time. However, Kerr and I do like to be naked. I find it…” Ross thought, considering his words. I noticed his eyes glistened. He’d blinked away a tear. “Mum was the best. She made me feel like I could do anything. She knew I liked being naked. It started when I was young. All toddlers run around naked after a shower or bath, but I never grew out of it. She never made me feel like a freak or a deviant. I’d not hit puberty back then, so it was nothing sexual. But Dad didn’t like it. He used to shout at me, telling me to put clothes on. He’d call me a pervert. Kerr didn’t care either way and would tell Dad to leave me alone. He used to stand up for me.” Ross drew in a deep breath. “I suppose by being naked, I’m staying close to Mum.” Ross was now crying openly.

I moved closer to him and hugged him. I felt his tears on my shoulder, and he held me.

“Your Mum was something special,” I whispered.

“She was.”

“I wish I could have met her. She raised a beautiful boy.”

Our embrace was disturbed by Kerr walking in; Morgan was behind, and both were still naked.

“Sorry, Ross. I didn’t think you were coming back.”

Ross smiled, “It’s alright, Kerr. He rushed over to him and hugged him. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Ross.” They hugged. “What’s got into you? Are you upset?”

“Yes and no.” Ross squeezed his brother, “I was just telling Eric about Mum, and I got emotional. But I’m happy for you and Mr Andersson.”

Morgan laughed. “You’ve seen me having sex with your brother. Call me Morgan outside school and the CYMA.”

“Are you two boyfriends?” Ross asked.

Morgan waited for Kerr to answer. “Don’t go racing to conclusions, Ross. We’re friends and enjoy each other’s company and bodies.” I noticed Kerr glance at Morgan, “It’s early days, yet.”

The brothers broke their hug, and Ross wiped the tears from his eyes and cheeks.

“So, what are your plans for today?” Kerr asked. “We’d love you to join us. We plan to grab some lunch at a nice bistro in town. We could double date.”

“Eugh!” Ross exaggerated. “I was going to take Eric to try one of our famous Cockaigne burgers.”

Kerr grabbed Ross’ head and kissed his forehead. “Well, don’t let us spoil your day.” Kerr and Morgan left us and closed the door to give us some privacy.

I got a glimpse of Ross that he rarely showed anyone else. He had opened up about his mother. He loved her very much. He talked about when she would take him and Kerr places. It was never awkward between them, even though Kerr was eight years older than him. His mother admitted that he was a surprise when she got pregnant. She never thought she could get pregnant again. She would always call him ‘her special baby’. He didn’t talk much about his father. They weren’t close, and I didn’t want to upset him by asking.

We went downstairs for a drink and saw Kerr and Morgan in the back garden. Kerr was mowing the lawn; Morgan was weeding.

Ross waved to Kerr over the sound of the mower. He turned it off so they could hear each other.

“We’re just getting a drink, and then we’re going out,” Ross said through the open back door.

“Morgan and I will be out later, after a shower.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do in the shower.”

Kerr laughed. “There’s nothing you wouldn’t do in the shower.”

Ross poured our drinks, and we took them into the living room. He put on the radio and kept the music on low.

“So, Eric. I’m taking you into town for lunch. I’ll leave it up to you, but do you want to get dressed or go naked.”

I would love to have gone naked, but I wasn’t sure I was ready yet. I told him I would get dressed. Ross was fine with it.

For those few hours, we were naked in Ross’ home, I felt I was getting a real glimpse into what it was like living in Cockaigne. I had got on the bus expecting Ross to make me cum, hopefully, suck me off and for me to stroke the cum from him. But it was like going around to any of my friends, only we were naked. There were four people in the house, yet after Kerr and Morgan had finished having sex, there was nothing sexual about our nudity. Every time I was naked in my bedroom, I felt a tingle in my balls. I felt sexual and was always one step away from wanking. But now, my nudity wasn’t sexual, and I enjoyed it even more.

Ross took me to ‘Cockaigne Burgers’ for lunch. He was so sweet when he asked me if I could eat anything.

“As long as the burgers are griddled and I don’t have any fries, I’ll be okay. I do love a burger. Do they do it how you want it?” I was looking forward to a burger.

“Definitely. Any way you want.”

“Great. I love loads of gherkins.” I grinned.

Ross suddenly stopped walking as we made our way to the burger place. “That’s it. It’s over. I can’t date anyone who likes pickles on their burger. It’s unnatural. You’re unnatural.” Ross tried his best to keep a straight face but couldn’t. He laughed.

“You’re the fucking unnatural one. Who doesn’t like gherkins on burgers? Next, you’ll be telling me that ketchup doesn’t belong.”

“Well, it doesn’t.” Ross pretended, but when we got there asked for extra ketchup and no gherkins. He told me to get the drink ‘Cock Must’. He promised I’d enjoy it.

We sat down after Ross paid. He said it was his treat, and we waited for our food to be brought over.

A young man with mild acne came over with a tray and placed it in front of us. Ross thanked him.

“He goes to my school. He’s in the sixth form this year.” Ross whispered so he wasn’t overheard.

“Do you know him? Are you friends?”

“Not really. I’ve only seen him around school. But I do think he’s cute. But if I remember right, he was always chasing girls. Shame, as when he was being punished for something, I saw him naked, and he had the longest cock I’d ever seen, and it was soft.”

We glanced over at the youth now serving another customer from behind the counter, but we couldn’t see any evidence of a bulge in his trousers.

“The problem with living in such a small and isolated town,” Ross told me, “Is that everybody knows everybody else.”

I took a pull of ‘Cock Must’ through the paper straw. Ross was looking at me, waiting for my reaction. He seemed to expect me to hate it.

“That’s nice,” I told him and took another pull.

“Not everyone likes it.”

“It tastes similar to something I had when I was younger.” Ross started drinking while I unwrapped my burger. I took over the top of the bun and looked at the few slices of gherkin. “I asked for extra. I only have four.”

“They usually only give you two.” Ross got up and went to the counter. He spoke to the youth and came back with a handful of gherkins. He put them on my burger wrapper. “Have as many as you like.”

I added four more slices and ate another four on their own.

“How can you like them?” Ross looked astounded.

“They only taste like pickles. And they’re good for you.”

We chatted as we ate and didn’t initially see the commotion across the street. Ross got distracted as the youth behind the counter went to the window to watch. Blue lights were reflecting off the glass.

“What’s going off?” Ross asked the youth.

“No idea. It looks like some kid got himself in trouble. Security is dealing with him.”

I’d never seen this before, so I joined the youth and looked out the window. There was a crowd, and I couldn’t see anything.

“What’s happening?” I asked the young man who brought our food.

“I bet they’re stripping whoever it was. If it’s serious, they’ll take them to the station.”

I couldn’t see anything, so I went back to finish my burger.

“You get used to it,” Ross said as he took another bite.

“Has it ever happened to you?” I asked.

“No, but it happened to him.” Ross nodded to the young man at the window.

We tried to ignore what was happening and ate. I couldn’t help wondering what was happening and kept glancing at the window. I tried not to, but it was lurid curiosity.

When we’d finished eating, I looked out the window again. The crowd dissipated, and the security car and blue lights disappeared. Ross split our rubbish at the waste station so it could be recycled.

Outside, we heard someone crying. I saw a naked young man on a bench. He was bent forward, sobbing. A young lady stood next to him, trying to calm him down. I wondered what the young man had done.

Ross suggested we go to the park, which meant we would need to cross the street and pass the punished man. I felt sorry for the person who had been punished even though I didn’t know what he’d done.

I tried not to look and stare. I really did try. But as we walked past, I glanced at the young man. He was crumpled on the bench. I didn’t see his face. I didn’t know who he was, but something seemed familiar: the colour of his hair, the shape of his head, the bare feet, and the colour of his skin. I couldn’t positively identify anything about the broken person on the bench, but I stopped and looked at him. Then I heard the young lady with him.

“Calm down, Billy. Let me help.”

Billy! I wished I’d not eaten as my stomach lurched. Instinctively, I knew it was my Billy. I dashed to him.

Billy was bent double, his hands tied behind his back, and was completely naked. I wrapped myself around him to shield him from anyone looking.

I began to cry. I hated seeing my brother hurt. Ross stood behind me, further shielding Billy from any voyeuristic eyes.

Jenny was holding a piece of paper that the security guards had given Billy. Ross read it.

“It’s not so bad, Eric. We need to get him to my place.” Ross said.

“He can’t walk like this. He’s naked. He’s shivering.” I wanted to scream.

“He has to. We need to get him out of here.”

“He hates being naked in public!”

Ross thought a moment. “Okay, Eric. He can walk behind us so no one can see him. All they will see is his arse.”

“Can’t we untie him?” I asked.

“No! Don’t even try, or you’ll be in trouble. He has to stay tied until he leaves Cockaigne. They know he doesn’t live here, so have been lenient.”

“Billy!” I shook him. “We’re not looking, I promise. Ross and I will stand in front of you. Follow us, and no one will see you. Ross doesn’t live too far, and then we can sort this out.” I could feel Billy sob.

“Okay.”

It was awkward, but we managed it. Ross and I stood close together in front of Billy. He stood behind us. Jenny stood behind him. We tried to protect his modesty while walking to Ross’ home. When we got there, Billy sat on the sofa, bent forward, shielding his crotch from view. Ross grabbed a cushion and thrust it against him, pressing it to his abdomen and shielding Billy’s crotch as he straightened up.

“Thank you.” Billy looked at the cushion on his lap.

I sat next to him. I tried to put my arm around his shoulder, but he shrugged it off. His eyes were red and puffy. He concentrated on breathing slowly and steadily. I looked at Ross, who still held the paper that security had given him.

“What does it say?” I asked.

“He’s been stripped and restrained for anti-social behaviour.”

“Billy! Never.” I protested.

“He damaged a freshly planted flower bed; he was seen and reported, and security came. He has to be naked in Cockaigne until next week when he has to report to the security office to pick up his confiscated clothes.”

“But he doesn’t live here.” I was concerned for Billy.

“They know and have said he is to remain restrained while in Cockaigne until midnight. But they expect he will leave at some point so that you can release him once outside the town.”

“So he has to stay like this until we go home?”

“Yes, he will have to get on the bus naked and stay naked until you pass the boundary.”

“Can I take some clothes for him to put on?” I asked Ross.

“I’ll get you some. But please don’t let him get dressed until the bus has passed the border.” Ross pleaded. “They could check the CCTV on the bus.”

Jenny was trying to console Billy but wasn’t doing very well. I sat next to him and held him to me. He cried on my shoulder. It was painful to see my big brother broken and ashamed. I knew whatever happened must have been an accident. He could never do something like that maliciously. Jenny stroked his hair, but Billy ignored her.

“Do you want me to leave?” She asked him. Billy nodded, and his girlfriend quietly left.

Billy seemed to relax and calm down when she left. I ensured his modesty and moved the cushion on his lap that had slipped, partly exposing his crotch.

Ross came down with some sweatpants and a tee shirt. He asked what size his feet were and was given an old pair of trainers on the shoe rack by the door. He put them all in a bag for me.

Billy had calmed down and sat up. His face was red, and his eyes puffy. I wiped his cheeks and asked Ross for a tissue. I held it to his nose and told him to blow. I wiped his nose and screwed up the tissue.

“I want to go home.” Billy said softly, “But I don’t want to go out like this. Everyone will see me.”

“It’s not far to the bus stop. Ross and I will walk in front of you to shield you from people looking. Once on the bus and sitting down, no one will see you. I’ll cut the tie when we cross the boundary, and you can get dressed.”

I saw Billy shudder.

“Are you cold?” Ross asked. “I can turn on the central heating.”

“Could we not wrap him in a blanket?” I asked.

“Better not. Just in case some busybody sees.”

I wanted to get Billy out of Cockaigne as soon as possible, but I checked the bus timetable, and the next one wouldn’t turn up for another forty minutes. It was a ten-minute walk to where we needed to get on it, so I told Billy we had to wait twenty minutes.

Billy hated the wait. He hated the walk even more. He stayed close behind us, knocking into us occasionally. He shivered as we waited for the bus. A few other people were waiting. They muttered amongst themselves when they saw Billy. It was obvious that he was being punished, and they kept looking at him. Billy stood close behind me, so all they could see were his smooth arse cheeks.

“Are you okay, Billy?” I turned my head and whispered.

“I’m fucking freezing.” Billy jigged up and down to keep warm. “When will the bus get here?”

I checked my watch. “Another three minutes.”

“They are always on time in Cockaigne,” Ross said, hoping to reassure us.

“Good for fucking Cockaigne.” Billy resented the town, its efficiency and its laws.

I reached behind me and fumbled to find his hand. Billy held it, and we stood holding hands until the bus arrived.

When the bus pulled up, Ross kissed me and said he’d message me later. He wished Billy good luck and apologised for what had happened. I got on first, Billy close behind me. The bus driver gave us a stern look. He didn’t like troublemakers on his bus, and his stare told us to be good. I went to the back of the bus and found a seat. I told Billy to sit by the window, and I inadvertently saw his cock as he shuffled across. I felt guilty.

Billy stared blankly out the window. I didn’t say anything. Neither of us wanted to talk. We both kept a keen eye out for the sign telling us we were leaving Cockaigne. Time slowed to a crawl as we waited and watched.

Eventually, we saw the sign. I opened the bag Ross had given me and took out the sweatpants.

“Get ready to cut the ties,” Billy told me.

I rummaged through the bag. There was nothing in there to cut them. I’m sure Ross said he’d put in some scissors. I took everything out one by one, but they weren’t there.

We passed the sign, and Billy leant forward, giving me access to his bound wrists. I grabbed the cable tie. It was plastic. There was no way I could break them by brute force.

“Sorry, Billy. I don’t have anything to cut them.”

Billy leant back on his seat in despair. “Well, you’ll have to put on the sweats for me.

It was awkward, but I scrunched up the sweatpants so Billy could put his feet into the legs. His feet were through, and I held the waistband and pulled them up to his knees. I couldn’t go any further. “You’re going to have to stand up.”

Billy took a deep breath and stood up, exposing himself to me. I noticed his eyes were closed.

I looked at his soft cock. It looked better than it did in the photograph I’d seen. I didn’t linger, though. I pulled up the sweatpants and covered him up. Billy flopped back down on the seat. With his hands still bound, I couldn’t put on his tee shirt, but I did slip on the old trainers Ross had given me. They were snug and pinched his feet a little, but they would protect his feet as we walked home.

I had an idea about how to cut the ties when we got off the bus. I looked at the nearby houses and found a concrete gatepost. I told Billy to rub the plastic ties against the rough edge. It took effort, but the ties split and fell to the floor. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. I didn’t want to litter the street. Billy put on the tee shirt, which was a little small, and hugged his body.

We were grateful that Mum and Dad weren’t home when we arrived.

 

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