ECLIPSE (3/3)

On the terrace of one of the rooms of the rural hotel, located on a hill and facing west, over a plain of holm oaks and undergrowth, the professor lies comfortably in a hammock with the backrest tilted back. Jonathan serves the cava to his Master in a glass. He waits for the professor to indicate that he should do the same for himself in a bowl, as if it were a pet waterer, placed on the terrace floor.

- You, sow, do you want to drink?

- Whatever you consider, Master.

- First pour a good amount there in your drinking trough and then bring it to me. - the professor indicates - Careful, don't spill it.

Jonathan remembers a time when he deliberately spilled some liquid to give rise to the corresponding punishment. His Master forced him to lick the floor until it was dry. This time he doesn't intend to do it. He is getting to know the tastes, habits, and customs of the professor. He has been hooked for two academic years, almost in love, willing to submit to his most lascivious whims.

- Fucking pigs like you don't have the palate to savor something of this quality. It's a shame to waste it on someone like you.

Jonathan remains with the drinking bowl in his hands, on his knees, naked and barefoot, with his head bowed. He covers his sex with a red thong, whose thin back fabric slips between his buttocks.

- Since you're not used to appreciating it, it would be better if your Master fixes it a bit for you - Gravina leans his neck forward and spits twice into the bowl.

- Now yes. Put it near you, on the floor, and drink like dogs, lapping with your tongue - orders the Master.

Jonathan, on all fours, brings his face close to the surface of the liquid. The gobs of spit float on it and are the first things he attacks with his tongue.

- Is it tasty, sow? It's tastier like this, isn't it? - his Master gently pushes his head.

- Thank you, Master. You are very generous - Jonathan stops drinking without lifting his head.

Afterwards he spends a while licking the professor's feet, who remains lying down. The latter changes position afterwards. He lifts his legs and spreads his ass, leaving it at the edge of the hammock. And he begins to touch his cock very gently. The codes between them are more than clear. Jonathan spits on the lower part of the testicles and brings his tongue closer to collect his saliva, which runs down toward the anus of the male he serves. He spreads the viscous moisture along the crack and focuses on his Master's asshole, which he licks and licks again, moaning like an eager whore.

- What, little faggot? Did you think I had forgotten what you enjoy about savoring my asshole? - Gravina asks ironically and satisfied.

Minutes before the start of the astronomical phenomenon, the professor puts the glasses on Jonathan by sticking the ends of the cardboard temples with a strip of cellophane to his hair.

- That way t...