Then something flooded into my brain. My old memories were being erased, suddenly I couldn't remember anything the vague memories. Anything but that I was some arrogant American jock and transformed into some old Italian guy.
Cellucci asked me. "Now, what is your name?"
I replied, "I... my name is... Culone. Culone, but I had another name! Oh no... I don't know who I am... I cannot remember anything... I... I was young, and I had family... but... but..."
"But you have no family now. Your name is Culone. And your family name is?"
I could not answer that question. I had no idea. My name is Culone, just Culone.
"That's right. You have no family name. You have no family, you have no parents. You are just a slave which I created. And you will live the life that I give you from now."
I was even more afraid. "What is my life from now, sir...?"
"You know what your life will be." With that words, mister Cellucci grabbed my penis. I was aroused that my penis became so hard.
"Please sir, I think I'm gonna bust out...!"
"Not yet, old pig." He squeezed my prick and balls more tightly.
"You will be able to shoot out your thick moldy cum when I tell you ready. You understand? Keep your sperm inside until I permit you."
I obeyed him like an obedient animal. I was nothing now. Only an animal with no past and just a name my mast gave me.
Cellucci grinned at my mild manners and lifted me from the bed.
"Come with me, old man."
Me, naked humble hairy old Italian, just followed him behind obediently, still holding his hand like child holding his father's hand. He led me into the dark small room which looked like shabby little operating room.
Cellucci made me to lay down on the operating table.
"Now, old pig. Be prepared and take the last stage of your transformation."
Then he turn on the light that revealed many operating tools around me.
"Then you will be perfect form to pay the price for having been such racist rascal...!"