IMAGINE, for a moment, a world exactly like our own except in one small, extraordinary way. In this world, an every-man wakes up in the morning, shaves, showers, and goes to his cupboard to get dressed for work. Before he chooses his underwear though, he peruses through a pile of what looks like loosened, lycra embroidery hoops with straps attached to them. He chooses a black one, adjusts the straps, and then reaches down to his groin to cup his testicles with the cloth, fitting the enclosed wire around his precious semen-sacks. His testicles are first slung in their cradle and then, as he clasps the taut, elastic straps around his waist, they’re squeezed up firmly against his body, the wire sitting snugly in the crevice of his thighs. This…
