Monday, September 22. 8:10 AM.

Jorge woke up feeling as if he had just lived a dream; in fact, he searched for his brand new diplomatic passport to ensure that his memories were not false and that what had occurred was true. He also reviewed the copy of the will: everything turned out to be joyously authentic. The room was so beautiful… he stood up, letting his feet sink into the thick carpet, and took a few steps to reach the console in front of the bed, on which rested an artistic ivory figure representing a dancer in balance; if it were authentic, it must have cost a fortune. He felt comfortable, almost at home. The sun filtered through the large window, tinting the room orange and making the beautiful brocades on the walls shine. The decorative style oscillated between the elaborate and the minimalist, creating a very clear space but adorned with luxury details everywhere. He searched the background music for a tune to his liking; a jazz orchestra played soft melodies that seemed written to soothe the soul. Álex had knelt as soon as he sensed that his Master was awake; naked and with his hands behind his back, he stared at the floor awaiting any command, not daring to make a sound. Jorge, also naked, brought his flaccid member closer to the slave's mouth, who, without the need for words, began to lick and suck it with absolute dedication. Using his tongue, he sought sensitive areas to apply himself to them with strength and delicacy, and through the sense of taste, he looked for any dirt he could clean and swallow. With Jorge's penis now erect, he decided to pull it out of the slave's mouth and turn around; the slave, finding his face in front of his Master's butt, began to lick it eagerly and then penetrate it with his tongue, just as he knew his Master liked it, without using his hands. He savored the bitter secretions found in his Master's anal sphincter and once again became aware of who he was and what he was doing.

—Thank you, Master, I am your slave.

Jorge felt great pleasure when Álex ate his ass because he knew it humiliated him while he experienced a delicious massage in such a sensitive place. He knew that many tops did not allow their asses to be eaten, on the contrary, they ate the bottom's ass before fucking him as part of the sexual ritual; however, he, being totally active, had always enjoyed getting his ass eaten, something that in his view lowered and humiliated the one who ate it, thus exalting the one who experienced the pleasure of feeling a tongue humbly entering and exiting his ass. For it to be perfect, he needed another slave to suck his cock while getting his ass eaten, something that required the involvement of two slaves; and he told himself that not much time should pass before he experienced something like that. The wet anal massage awakened in Jorge the urgent need to evacuate his belly, undoubtedly full of remnants of the exquisite meals and dinners of the past. He let out a far...