I often go jogging in the park with Mr Apnea and one day after After a full hour of hard running, the fat man needs to take a break and creates a funny fetish game he can’t win. Mister Apnea has an excellent training in literature field - he’s a good reader and a really good writer - but isn’t well prepared in solving mathematical equations: even the multiplication tables are all Greek to him! So, while Mister Apnea is lying on the ground to take a rest, I start teasing the tired fetishist by testing him in math questions of escalating difficulty. When Mister Apnea begins to make big mistak...

I often go jogging in the park with Mr Apnea and one day after After a full hour of hard running, the fat man needs to take a break and creates a funny fetish game he can’t win. Mister Apnea has an excellent training in literature field - he’s a good reader and a really good writer - but isn’t well prepared in solving mathematical equations: even the multiplication tables are all Greek to him! So, while Mister Apnea is lying on the ground to take a rest, I start teasing the tired fetishist by testing him in math questions of escalating difficulty. When Mister Apnea begins to make big mistakes, I become inflexible and ruthless: I punish all his mistakes by smothering him in a very stinky way. First of all, I place my sweaty sneakers directly on his nose, than I use my red stinky socks - soacked with sweat! - for a never ending socks smothering session. Mister Apnea won’t soon forget it!

Soffocato da calzini e scarpe puzzolenti! Questo video è stato girato in una delle tante giornate in cui io e Mr Apnea andiamo al parco del Ticino a fare Footing. Dopo quasi dieci km di corsa, il grasso feticista propone di fare una pausa e di impiegare il tempo con un giochetto divertente. Mister Apnea e’ un asso nelle discipline umanistiche - ha una vasta cultura letteraria - ma in matematica e’ una frana e persino le semplici tabelline gli risultano indigeste. Allora inizio a stuzzicarlo proponendogli quesiti aritmetici quasi ovvi. Quando pero’ Mister Apnea si ritrova a dover risolvere calcoli complessi, divento inflessibile e punisco ogni suo errore... levandogli l’ossigeno! Prima gli tappo il naso con le mie scarpe da ginnastica «stagionate» da km di allenamenti, poi utilizzo i miei calzini rossi - zuppi di sudore - per una sessione soffocante, che difficilmente il nostro eroe feticista dimentichera’ tanto presto!