Thursday, September 18, 07:53 hours.

As he woke up, he looked at the beautiful pendulum clock in the room and calculated that the time he had slept was insufficient to metabolize all the alcohol he had drunk the night before. Jorge slowly came to. He noticed a warm, humid sensation on his penis, and then he understood that Álex was still with him, sucking him, caressing him with his tongue. He immediately pulled out, feeling immense regret tinged with shame and dressed in a hangover, and that's because half a liter of whiskey was a barbarity for him. He didn't know what to say or how to behave after last night... last night...

"Good morning, Álex."

"Good morning, my Master, I hope you've slept well, Master. Your slave has remained happy with your sacred penis in his mouth, as you ordered. If you desire something from me, I am your humble slave, order and I obey, Master," said Álex without daring to raise his gaze.

It was noticeable that the soma was effectively reaching its peak effect on the athletic body of the Russian boy, who had been awake and ecstatic all night performing his oral tasks. In a few hours, Jorge's flight would leave, but before that, he had to have breakfast and then meet with Kamar to settle the matter of the inheritance. It was time to shower, but looking at Álex's beautiful naked body and his butt, Jorge thought that he hadn't fucked him yet, it seemed unbelievable, he had let the whole night pass and nothing... well, nothing, that he remembered the intense cumshots at his expense and how he had provoked them. Yes, but now he didn't dare to fuck, maybe at that hour they would bring him breakfast... in fact, some activity was already being heard, and the sun had been up for a while, those weren't the hours of Spain, where at that hour most people were getting up or were still in bed. Ah, but no one was going to take away another blowjob from him.

"Suck my cock, slave."

Jorge had sat down on the bed, with his feet on the floor and his penis still flaccid. Álex got down from the bed where he had been lying and sucking Jorge's penis for the last few hours, and with agility, he knelt down, put his hands behind his back, holding himself by the wrist, and brought his mouth back to Jorge's penis, saying with all devotion:

"Yes, Master."

Then Jorge saw, alarmed, that Álex's lips were extremely swollen and crossed by threads of blood, some of which seemed to have been recently closed and others seemed active.

"Stop, slave!" said Jorge, stopping Álex abruptly.

He lifted the slave's chin with his hand and fixed his face. Álex kept his eyes down, not looking at him. His clean cheeks were a bit inflamed from the two slaps he had given him a few hours before, but above all, his lips were in very bad shape, cracked, bleeding, and very swollen.

"But what happened to you?"

"Nothing, Master, I'm fine."

"And your lips?"<...