I cooperate.

I stop struggling. He understands immediately my silence is the closest thing he'll get to consent. He fetches a towel, a glass of warm water, some shaving cream, and a razor. He starts by pushing my ankles towards my ass, so my thighs are up in the air. He pours a third of the cup of warn water across my balls; it feels almost as good as his mouth. He rubs the shaving cream in his palms and fondles my balls to coat them. I whimper at the cold. He shushes me. "Its okay, babe, its just a little cold." He cups it palms around my balls to warm them up, it helps a little, and I cant help but smile. This is the tenderness I missed, the reason I dated him in the first place. He props me up on a pillow so I can watch as he runs the razor down my balls, clearing the shaving cream as it drags, like he's painting a wall. As he finishes, and runs more warm water across my smooth scrotum, I'm ashamed to notice my tiny cock getting hard. "See, its not so bad." He smiles at me. "Ryan, how would you like to have my cock in your ass one more time? I'd hate to be cutting off blue balls....."