Jay, in the thralls of ecstasy, was oblivious to the Caretaker's touch as the sculptor effortlessly used his hot knife to smooth the cut edge from the boy's crotch into a tasteful mound. All he felt in his addled mind was a warmth ensuing from his groin and that was that.
The Caretaker inspected the rest of the boy's body. The young man was wiry for a 22 year old, but there was definition in his lean build that would have singled him out as a swimmer.
He efficiently accentuated the boy's already quite impressively defined physique with well placed carves and then took a look at his reference sheets. He looked at the youth's face which displayed a subtle sense of terror. Jay's face did bely his age and resulted in him having to show his driver's permit as ID on many occasions. His once brown hair currently fixed in a messy centre-parting springing with volume at the top and gradually tapering to the nape.
"A youthful face for all eternity" smirked the deranged artist as he stroked the solid mass of his subject's coif, "it would be a shame to remould it into a masked head".