(Censored preview available - Italian and English) One is a novice experiencing his first scat encounter. The other, a seasoned expert. What unfolds is a morning like no other. My friend Nina and I awaken refreshed, sipping coffee in the serene garden. The pleasant weather sets the scene as we lounge on our footstools. The sounds of nature blend with the raw symphony of our farts directed at our devoted slaves. The urge to relieve ourselves becomes undeniable. I decide to challenge the newcomer, visibly aroused by my flatulence. I command him to lie down and, squatting above him, unleash my load into his mouth without mercy. The shock is evident, his excitement fades, and though he tries to chew, swallowing proves impossible—unsurprising. I berate him, calling him a failure who must learn. Nina and I refuse to let our divine excrement go to waste, forcing him to spit it onto a plate. Someone else will consume it. We seat both slaves, bibbing them, as the novice begins spoon-feeding the veteran. Nina adds her contribution to the plate, creating a hefty portion. We prefer to remain clean, reveling in the twisted spectacle of an eager novice feeding a seasoned devotee. Bite by bite, the plate empties, and the gluttonous belly fills. Nina and I indulge in cigarettes, sprinkling ash as an unconventional seasoning. Even the broth is consumed. It’s a champion’s breakfast fit for a five-star feast. Next is the urination ritual. Laying the slaves side by side, I step on their chests and aim my stream toward their mouths. Nina follows, dousing them from one mouth to the other. When asked, “Do you want to finish?” they eagerly respond, “Yes.” But we laugh, waving them off with a dismissive gesture, leaving them soaked, frustrated, and unfinished…
