Jorge felt Álex's warm breath on his skin as he cleaned him, the gentle touch of his tongue sending shivers down his spine. The intimacy was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. His slaves were exquisite, each one a masterpiece crafted for his pleasure. Febo and Geros, the new additions, had already proven themselves to be worthy companions in his games of desire.

The darkness of the room was only illuminated by the faint glow of the candles, casting a warm, golden light on the faces of the two men entwined in a dance of submission and dominance. Jorge's eyes locked onto Álex's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken understanding.

As he looked at Álex, he couldn't help but think about how much he enjoyed being served by his slaves, how much pleasure they brought him. It was a feeling he had grown accustomed to, one that he cherished deeply. His eyes seemed to bore into Álex's soul, as if searching for something, and Álex, sensing his gaze, felt a shiver run down his spine.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, a harmonious dance of give and take, as they explored the depths of their desires. The room was silent, except for the sound of their heavy breathing, the only sound needed to fill the space between them.

In that moment, Jorge knew that he would never let Álex go. He was his, body and soul, and he would do anything to keep him. The thought sent a thrill through him, and he felt his cock harden again at the prospect of claiming Álex once more.

As they lay there, entwined in each other's arms, Jorge couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. He had found what he was looking for, and he would do anything to keep it.

The darkness seemed to close in around them, a cocoon of desire and submission that would never be broken. And in that moment, Jorge knew that he would never be able to let Álex go.