ITALIAN SPEAKING He’s at our mercy, a slave in every way. What shall we do to him today? For starters, ass in the air, on his knees, defenseless. He whines, but deep down he likes it. We’ve gotten him used to it, and he can’t do without it. My friend and I are experts. Hands between his thighs, we grab his balls and pull. It’s fun. Just like a convent bell. His cock acts as a bell; we jiggle it however we please. Then he has to prostrate himself at our feet. We rest them on top of him. Then we clamp his cock with a device that imprisons it: he’ll feel the urge, but our clamp will prevent any movement. He knows it. He’s ours, and he has to satisfy our every whim. On a scale of one to one hundred, how much of a dick is he? And just think—he wasn’t like that at first: we turned him into this, and now he can’t conceive of anything else but this: obeying us.