4. Night of lust

Thursday, September 18th. 02:45 hours.

Jorge took a complete shower, but the effect was not what he expected. He was clean, yes... but also dead tired. His libido had decreased in intensity and for the first time since the night began he thought about meeting Kamar Abumón after breakfast the next day to tell him he didn't want the inheritance and leave in a hurry. He also thought he hadn't fucked Álex, but maybe it would be better to do it in the early morning, he was so, so sleepy at the moment... It was necessary to think things through. In the morning he supposed they would come to pick up the remains of the dinner and serve him breakfast; before that, he had plenty of time to fuck his slave, who would also have the effects of the soma at its maximum, as he had predicted. Yes, he would fuck him in a few hours, he could then give him a couple of really good fucks; but before that he could still enjoy Álex in another way, his slave, his humble slave. He came naked out of the shower and entered the bedroom. The Russian remained on all fours on the bed, just as he had left him. His face was clearly swollen, what a shame. He remembered with repulsion the smell of his fingers and saw a trickle of blood fall from the boy's split lip.

"Take a shower, slave. Clean thoroughly all your filth, especially your filthy mouth and anus. If necessary use the toilet but come back clean. You have ten minutes at most, slave."

Álex ran out, and Jorge first heard the toilet flush and then the sound of the shower. He came out of the bathroom quite recovered because he only used cold water so the swelling went down a bit. Jorge was waiting for him naked and hard on the bed, with no trace of modesty towards who was his absolute and irrevocable slave... at least for that night.

"Kiss me, slave."

Álex kissed his master's forehead, who grew impatient.

"Not like this, stupid. Kiss me on the mouth with all your intensity."

"Yes, Master, thank you Master."

Álex's lips were thick, and they were also swollen, which added extra pleasure to the experience. The boy let himself be kissed, Jorge more than kissing him seemed to be devouring him, while with his hands he rubbed his nipples, genitals, inserted fingers into his ass. Álex felt pain with all this, and even bleeding; Jorge stopped a bit when he tasted blood in his mouth.

"It's disgusting. You are disgusting, slave."

"Yes Master, forgive me Master. Punish me, my Master."

"No, no, slave. I will reward you. Now suck my cock, slave."

Álex had never sucked a cock, although his own was often enjoyed by Sonia, so he used his experience to try to give his master the best blowjob possible. He started caressing Jorge's glans gently with a moistened finger, which was getting an erection again, but perhaps because of the alcohol, perhaps because it was the third of the night, not as consistent as the previous ones.

"Don't use your hands, slave, you can't touch my cock with anything other than your mouth."

"Of course, Master, forgive me, my Master."

He began to suck, running his tongue over his Master's glans.

"Swallow it, slave, I want you to bury it in your throat."

Álex could no longer answer since his mouth and tongue were busy providing pleasure. It was difficult for him to breathe and at the same time have his master's penis in his throat, but he saw that it wasn't impossible. Little by little the penis grew, and Jorge was carried away by the pleasant and soft sensation that his slave was providing him. A few minutes later he felt he was going to cum again, ordered Álex not to move, shoved his cock as deep into his throat as he could, and ejaculated while shouting:

"Swallow, slave!"

Once again, he had an extremely intense orgasm. Shortly after, he felt a pleasant drowsiness, and the sensation that his penis, now completely relaxed, was still lodged in his slave's mouth. In that, he thought, must consist absolute happiness. Everything became blurry and he fell into a deep sleep.