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The room wasn’t cold, but lying on his back, Javier shivered as the fresh air kissed his exposed bits in a feathered caress. He shook his hips and tried to shift into a more comfortable position and tried not to feel as vulnerable as he did - laid out like this. He wiggled his toes in anticipation and narrowed his eyes at the two women in their blue scrubs. Javier took a deep breath and gnawed at his bottom lip, aware of what was about to happen. He lifted his head to watch skilled fingers work on his private parts. Small and steady hands held him firmly (penis pushed onto his lower abdomen) and guided the razor over the heavy sack, and Javier looked away and thought of England, his mind immediately conjuring up images of a gray and dreary country across the Atlantic ocean. He wondered if there was a more patriotic phrase. He couldn’t think of one, but he felt the hands move from his balls to his groin. He swallowed, and the movement stopped. A gentle hand touched his shoulder, and a sweet voice asked him if he was feeling alright. “Yeah,” he croaked and folded his hands across his belly. Good, he thought, no peeping possible with his paws blocking the view. “We’re almost done,” the woman promised and gave his shoulder a light squeeze, “Prepare yourself, Agent, it’s going to get cold down south.” Javier nodded, then the cool liquid hit the over-sensitised skin down there, and he groaned. Even if it wasn’t entirely pleasant, the sensation still made his dick twitch. “Ready?” a soothing male voice inquired, and Javier squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed. Was he? Would he be? Could any man ever be ready for this? He inhaled and gave the briefest of nods, followed by a quiet yes. He had made his decision, and he would live with the consequences. The cooling spray enveloped his testicles, and the agent hummed in approval. He didn’t like the liquid trickling down to his perineum, and his skin soon began to feel tense. Fingers prodded his groin, lifted his member to the other side, poked at his balls. “You feel that?” the male voice asked, and Javier confirmed. The touch was gentle, and the area was basically numb. He felt the small cuts being made to the skin of his scrotum, but he experienced no pain. There was an unfamiliar tugging sensation, when things were carefully moved around. There were more cuts made, and Javier imagined himself hugging a little boy looking suspiciously like a younger version of himself. The child disentangled himself and stared at him from huge dark eyes full of regret. Then the kid spun around and ran away, and Javier turned to look at the porch where his dad was shaking his head at him. Javier felt tiny pricks that didn’t really hurt. “All done,” the voice said, and the lower part of his body was covered, “Make sure to wear tight underwear to keep things in place, and try to avoid intercourse for the next couple of days. Bear in mind that your sperm cells can still be active for the foreseeable future, so you might want to consider other means of contraception." The doctor explained that the nurses would dress his scrotum and that any bleeding should stop in the following couple of hours. He also advised Javier to lay off the swimming-pool for a while to avoid infection. Javier took note of the touches, but his brain was stuck on the mention of underwear.