This discussion reminds me of when we took our then quite young son to see The Nutcracker one year at Christmastime, as one does. When he first got a glimpse of the male dancers in their tights and dance belts he gasped “Guwah*… Wiener pants!”
*(think Hank Hill)
In 1980-'81 when I was living in Southern France a Canadian roommate was trying out for the local hockey team, and we went all over town trying to track down a jock strap at sporting goods stores and no one knew what we were talking about. I guess those French Speedo-style briefs give enough support to not need something specific for the job.