ITALIAN SPEAKING A toilet slave at our complete disposal. Scenes with heels in his mouth and spit. But then comes the best part. Shit galore. Soft, fragrant, thick. His mouth opens wide so as not to miss a thing, not even the tiniest bit. Whatever falls—because he can’t swallow it fast enough—he licks up and picks up with his lips from the floor, then eats it. His tongue softens it, his mouth with his teeth picks it up, then it all goes down into his disgusting mouth. Our feet on the back of his neck, and keep going until everything has been swept away. He even likes it. He was a bit reluctant at first. It grossed him out, he told us. But in just a few weeks, we’ve literally transformed him: a perfect shit-eater. On command. We use him regularly now, instead of the toilet. He’s our personal toilet.