DISCIPLINE II

The aftermath of their first encounter rarely gave way to a longing as visceral as the one that now gripped Alejandro. It wasn't merely an attraction; it was the deep resonance of a soul that, at last, found its echo. The scent of Gael, that earthy and exotic aroma that seemed to emanate from the very essence of his being, had ingrained itself in Alejandro's olfactory memory like an inescapable perfume, a silent promise of a paradise yet to be explored. Every instant without Gael's presence felt like a palpable void, an inner desert that only the idea of reencountering him could begin to mitigate. The temptation to see him again wasn't just a fleeting desire, but a compulsion born of revelation, almost a spiritual necessity that Alejandro could no longer resist.

Gael, meanwhile, was immersed in the arid labor of a reconstruction project in distant and green Galicia. Dust, stone, and physical effort were his daily bread, a pragmatic work cycle that kept his body and mind occupied, but which suddenly began to seem lacking in the spark Alejandro had ignited. The memory of their time together was a latent ember beneath the routine, a heat that threatened to consume indifference. It was amidst this laborious monotony that Alejandro's voice burst into his consciousness, not as an ordinary call, but as a prelude to a radical change.

The proposal was audacious: a second session, this time in Madrid. Gael, anchored to his work and geographical commitments, initially declined. His job was his sustenance, the construction projects a promise of stability. But Alejandro was not a man to accept easy negatives when the objective was of such magnitude. His determination translated into a financial maneuver that demonstrated the depth of his desire and, above all, the singularity of what Gael represented to him. A sum of money that not only represented an economic reward but a true invitation to reconsider the meaning of his existence and his priorities. It was a figure so astronomical, so out of the ordinary, that it forced Gael to contemplate the abyss between his current life and the limitless possibilities Alejandro seemed willing to unlock. The idea of leaving everything, of abandoning the known cadence of his current labor to seek something new, something that would allow him to be close to his 'slave', who was both his anchor and his emancipation, began to germinate with unusual force. Alejandro's money was not just a transaction; it was a catalyst, a hand extended towards an alternative destiny that promised an intensity rarely experienced, a reason to break the chains of the ordinary and embrace the extraordinary.

When the doors of the dungeon Alejandro had rented opened before Gael, the air charged with palpable electricity. This was no ordinary place; it was a sanctuary of surrender, a private space where the conventions of the outside world dissolved before the force of intertwined wills. And there, in the center of this mic...