Chapter 10

 

It had been an hour. I was locked up in my suite. They had taken Marcus away. God knows where they took him. I was too drunk. I was way too drunk.

Suddenly a servant knocked on the suite room.

"Did you bring him? Is he here!"

"Yes sir. We found him and brought him right over."

The servant stepped back outside of the room at that moment. In the next moment I felt myself hugging Jalen. God. I hadn't been so happy to see Jalen as I was now.

"You're OK," he stated, "...thank god..."

"Of course I'm ok."

"I want to apologize...look Djimon. Look at me. Djimon are you drunk?"

I was super drunk. I had been pacing around the room back and forth for an hour. After my uncle and the other royals took Marcus away I knew that something horrible was going to happen to him. They were going to jail him. They would put him on trial for my rape. What the fuck was going on in my life? There was no way possible that I was going to let that happen.

"I'm...I'm nice. Look what you apologizing for? Brolic snitched not you."

He paused.

"Yeah. Um...yeah. Oh. Um...regardless he's my brother," Jalen stated, "I wanted to apologize for him. I'm just glad you are ok and nothing happened to you. I would have never forgiven...him..."

At that moment Jalen finally hugged me back. He held me there. He was so warm. I felt so comfortable in his arms. It was an odd feeling really. Marcus was the only person that I felt comfortable with. Marcus was the only person who had ever given me this feeling. Now all of a sudden Jalen was giving me this feeling as well?

"Jalen...I fucked up..."

"What did you do?"

"I kissed Marcus."

Jalen rolled his eyes, "Yeah, that's a fuck up. What, you really into him or something? Stop leading the guy on."

"You don't get it."

"Homosexuality in my country is punishable by imprisonment. Homosexuality mixed with rape of a royal is punishable by death."

Jalen's eyes got wide all of a sudden, "That's a law."

I was pacing back and forth again. I tripped over my legs.

"I said I loved him."

"Is it true?"

Jalen looked at me at that moment. I was on the floor wallowing in my own misery. I couldn't believe that I put him in that sort of fucking situation. I couldn't believe that I just did that to myself. How the fuck could I have been so stupid as to do that?
"Yes..."

I knew I was telling this to Jalen. I knew that was a dumb thing to do. I cared about Jalen. I really did. I cared about Marcus too. When it came to pure emotion though Marcus was the person who was always there for me. Marcus was my hero. Marcus was the silent guy in the corner of the room that made me feel like a prince even when I was in the middle of the ghetto. There was something about Marcus that I had fallen in love with.

Admitting that to Jalen felt crazy though.

Jalen actually looked hurt at the moment when I admitted that to him, "Well you need to get him out."

"I can't. They took him."

"Aren't you the one in charge? I'm confused."

"I know but the law---"

"You know what your problem is Djimon?" Jalen asked, " I care about you. I really do but I have to let keep it 100 with you. I have to keep it all the way 100 with you. You are such an immature pussy."

I was shocked.

"Jalen that is punishable by law to say that. If someone hears..."

"No it's not. We are on American soil. Remember?" Jalen stated, "And I can talk to you how I want. You are so immature it's unbelievable. You need to grow up. You need to take responsibility. You didn't me. You don't need Marcus. Stop needing people all the time."

"But Jalen..."

"No but Jalen. You got Marcus in that mess, so you get him out. You don't need me. What would Djimon, the prince of Swaziland do in this situation."

I thought about it.

Depending on others had always gotten me by. I never had to depend on myself. The more I thought about it though the more I realized that Jalen was right. Jalen was all the way fucking right. I had to depend on myself.

I took a deep breath.

I walked to the door.

 

Right outside my door was big ass Zula, the new head of my security detail. The man was a giant really. He looked down at me and I looked up at him. At that moment Zula was symbolic of my country. He was symbolic of dynasty. He was symbolic of all the fears that I ever had of growing up. And I knew I had to change. I had to start making that change.

"Zula, go tell my uncle I want. No. Demand. Yes, I demand the release of Marcus immediately. If that doesn't happen I will put charges against my uncle for...for treason!"

Zula was shocked. The other security guards seemed shocked as well. All of a sudden I slammed the door. I had no idea what the fuck this had to do with treason. I guess a threat was a threat really.

I had no idea if it was going to work or not.

I turned back away from the door.

"Jalen, I probably just commited political suicide...Jalen?"

Jalen wasn't there.

I walked over from the living room area of the suite to one of the bedrooms. The bedrooms here were huge and beautiful rooms. Jalen wasn't in the bedroom either but I could hear water running and immediately shut off.

 

I walked back to the side of the bathroom to see Jalen standing there. He had on one of the monogrammed cotton robes that they gave us at the Carlyle hotel. I looked at the pile beside the door and saw a pile of clothes laying there. They were Jalen's clothes.

"I heard a lot about this place...and these robes. I had to try it on. You don't mind do you?" I asked.

He opened up his robe at that moment.

I swallowed my spit.

"You're naked...Jalen."

Jalen's muscles were gleaming in the light. It was beautiful how they reflected the lighting of the room. His muscles were gleaming. He was all shaven. He had no pubic hair left. His dick was semi-hard. It swung in between his legs from side to side. I watched and my mouth watered with a desire that I didn't know how to describe.

I was just watching. I was just steadily gleaming really at him. Goddamn. My dick was immediately hard as I watched him reach one hand over and start to stroke his dick slowly.

"You didn't think I was going to give up on you that easy, did you?" Jalen asked, "Just because you said that you loved him? I thought I lost you earlier and it was already the biggest regret of my life. I'm not going to lose you again."

I had no idea what he meant by regret and I didn't care. All I knew was his body was everything and his dick was getting hard as he moaned there. He leaned up against the wall.

"You are making this so hard."

"You just going to watch me over here stroking my dick all by myself. You not going to help me out?" he asked.

I walked over to him. I grabbed onto the side of his waist and lowered myself. I looked at the big hard yellow dick in my face. The head was beautiful. I watched it swing in front of me like a clock waiting for me to take it into my mouth. I had been waiting for this for so long.

I put the dick in my mouth. I let my saliva run all over it.

The dick went deep into my throat. I relaxed my throat.

I deepthroat the dick and gagged a little bit.

A long string of spit followed when I released the dick.

"You look so sexy right now," he stated, "Mhm...give me a kiss."

He leaned over a little bit just close enough for me to kiss him deeply and heavily. The kiss was intimate. It definitely made my heart jump a little bit.

I knew I probably shouldn't have been doing this. I had just discovered my feelings for Marcus. I had just decided that maybe I actually did love Marcus. Right now though I was thinking with alcohol and my dick. Those were the only things that came to mind.

Maybe it was the alcohol that spoke out of my words.

"I want you to fuck my face," I told him.

Yes. Definitely the alcohol.

He rested my head on the side of the Carlyle hotel bed and started to pump his dick deep into my mouth over and over. I could feel the back of my throat expand as the dick went through my esophagus and then back up again. I could taste the salty, creamy taste of precum on the tip of my tongue.

I shivered in excitement as he kissed me again.

He kept fucking me, kept putting his dick in my mouth and then he whispered softly, "Man, I want to eat that booty. I've been wanting to eat that booty forever. Can I eat it?"

"Yeah."

I bent over. I was so drunk. I was out of it but it dind't even matter. I found myself head down, ass up on the sheets of the Carlyle bed as Jalen came up behind me.

I honestly didn't have this in mind when I sent for him. I had sent for him for advice. I had sent for him because I needed someone else to take care of me now that Marcus had been imprisoned. Little did I know that taking care meant him eating my ass.

"HOLY SHIT!"

I had been so caught up in my thoughts I didn't notice the tongue in my ass.

"Look at that shit jiggle. Love it."

He slapped my ass. My ass made circles around his face. I moaned in extreme ecstasy as he he did it over and over again. I could feel the tongue slowly eating my ass and then eating my ass faster.

"Deeper, baby deeper?"

"You like that shit?"

"I love it."

"I want to make you love me."

I got quiet. The sex was too good. Real emotions could really be brought into this if possible. Did I want that? I didn't know.

I hadn't known Jalen for long enough to make that judgment.

"Feels so good," I said trying to change the subject.

"Oh huh?" he asked, "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."

I waited as he pulled out a condom. A part of me was so fucking nervous. This wasn't something that I was used to by any means. I didn't know how tight I was. I didn't know how this was going to feel.

When the dick got in me all I could do was feel my ass clench up.

"Oh my god. Oh my god stop! STOP!"

"Just relax. Let it go. Breath...breath...yeah...that's it."

"I'm trying. Oh shit...that dick is big."

"I know. It's going to feel good though. You want it big. Trust me."

"Listen I might just start screaming. You don't want those big guys to come in here. I am the prince after all."

"I got you. Here."

He handed me a pillow.

"What's that for?"

"Bite down."

"What the---OH SHIT!"
He put his dick all the way inside of me and immediately I bit down on the pillow. I bit hard on the pillow. I bit the pillow for my life. At first he was going slow but he started to speed it up. He started to go faster and faster.

He started to pound my walls. I could feel him going ham in me as he fucked me. He kept going trying to fill me out.

He hunched over me and started to kiss me. Our tongues clashed together.

He was right.

After a few minutes it started to feel ok.

Then after about 10 minutes of Jalen fucking me steadily it started to feel actually good. I started to like it. I started to moan.

I didn't need the pillow.

"Damn I love that moan baby," Jalen was saying, "You letting your inner porn star come out I see..."

I guess I was. I had no idea what that meant but I knew that my walls were getting filled and I was loving it. Jalen was fucking me so hard.

"Fuck me baby! Fuck me!"

I was getting to the point that I couldn't take it anymore but Jalen showed no signs of slowing down. He seemed to be enjoying himself too much. He was slapping my ass cheek. He was letting out deep moans as well.

He was slapping my ass.

"Oh I'm going to fuck you all night."

"Cum baby."

"Shit the condom broke."

He pulled out. Thank god. I didn't know if I could take anymore. He started to beat his dick all of a sudden.

"Can I cum on your face?"

Interesting. He was asking to cum on the face of the Prince of an African Monarchy. How many homosexuals were jailed in my country this year alone over homosexuality? Most likely all of them. For some reason this seemed more than just sex. This seemed like a political statement.

Or maybe I was just drunk and horny.

"Hell yeah," I stated.

I laid back and in the next few minutes Jalen's warm cum was shot all over my face and my lips and in my mouth.

 

 

 

I woke up to a knock. I wrapped one of the expensive robes around me. Jalen was next to me asleep on the bed. We had clearly worn each other the night before. It was amazing sex. I had to admit it. I shouldn't have been expecting anything less from Jalen however. It was morning time but it had to be super early. I walked over to the door. I was definitely hung over. I would have to make sure the servants shut all these blinds. I needed this day to recover after drinking so much the day before. When I walked to the front door I opened it.

Marcus.

He smiled. The perfect smile. The perfect face. I just stunned shocked that Marcus of all people was standing here looking at me. There was a reason Marcus was the most handsome man in the country. There was a reason that he was the most handsome man I knew. It was more than the fact that his face made Tyson Beckford look like basic betty. It was his presense.

It was his smile.

It was the fact that he could look at you and make you feel like you were the only person in the fucking room.

"What? You not glad to see me?" he asked.

I was so happy to see him.

"How are you out?"

"It's because of you. I don't know what you said but you must have scared the fuck out of them. They released me..."

I was so happy that I completely forgot what I had done the night before. I ran over to him and I hugged him. He hugged me back but then all of a sudden he stopped squeezing me. He strong muscular arms that always made me feel so secure all of a sudden felt limp. They felt way too limp. It was clear that something was wrong.

"Why do you smell...like sex..." Marcus asked.

Shit.

"Good morning," Jalen's voice stated from behind me, "Look sexy. I got to run. I have a project I'm working on. Maybe I can come back later tonight though..."

I didn't respond. I was looking at Marcus. I was looking at his expression. I was looking at the way Marcus looked at Jalen and then looked at me and then looked back at Jalen. I was looking at Marcus's expression as he smelled the sex.

It was almost as though my entire world stopped. I felt like shit at this moment.

 

Jalen kissed me on my cheek, gave Marcus a nod and walked out of the room at that moment. Marcus was breathing so heavy. He was breathing so heavy.

"Should I call room service to clean the sheets?" Marcus asked me.

I didn't know how he meant it. I didn't know this tone he was using. It was unfamiliar. He seemed like he was being smart or maybe he was just defeated. All I knew was that there was an overall negative tone to what he was saying.

This wasn't good.

This was worse than not good.

This was a nightmare.

"Marcus..."

"No. You're right. They might gossip. How about I clean up the sheets myself?" he stated.

"That is ridiculous...Marcus. MARCUS!"

Marcus ignored me. He was walking towards the room.

"He must have really did a number on these sheets. I guess maybe it was the American, light skin, handsome guy that just walked in and swept you off your feet that did the trick huh? I guess it overshadowed everything else."

"That's not true."

"Some things can't scrub out. Like memories. But I'll scrub these sheets. These may be able to come out. Oh, nevermind. What am I saying? We are in the Carlyle they probably have the best washing machines here."

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, just regular talk. Talking nonsense."

"Are you really being like this right now?"

"I'm not doing anything."

"Marcus please talk to me."

"Can we talk after I do my chores?"

He was trying not to look at me. I could see there was something in the corner of his eye though. It looked wet. Fuck.

He was trying to keep it together.

All of a sudden it was me breaking down though. It was me crying.

"Marcus stop!"

Marcus didn't return my look. He was cleaning up the sheets at that moment. He was actually going in the room that Jalen had fucked the hell out of me the night before and he was cleaning the fucking sheets. I didn't know why this was tearing me the fuck up.

"It has to be done."

"I'll do it."

"Don't be serious. You are a prince remember?" he stated shaking his head.

"I don't want you doing this."

I tried to grab the sheets out of his hand. It was clear I wasn't strong enough to pull them off though. He didn't release them."

"Why won't you let me clean them?"

"Because..."

Because I was embarrassed as fuck. Because I had made a fucking mistake that I was going to regret for the rest of my life.

"Because what?"

"It shouldn't have happened," I told him, "I'll clean it up."

"Why should you? I'm your servant remember? I'm here to serve you. That's all. This has to be done. It's my job. I was fucking born to serve you...excuse my language."

"You don't have to excuse your language," I told him.

He wasn't looking at me. He was avoiding eye contact.

"Yes I do."

"Why aren't you looking at me?"

"You know why."

"Being around my Uncle and all of a sudden you are back to your old self. You didn't have trouble looking me directly in my eye when we were at Jalen's house."

He breathed deeply at the name Jalen. It was clear what he was mad at.

"I apologize if I am disrespecting you sir," Marcus stated.

I looked at him, "You're just being smart now. You know you don't need to apologize for that stupid shit."

Marcus was clearly still shaking. I had never seen him so upset. I had never seen him this emotional. This shit was literally tearing me the fuck apart. I couldn't believe I allowed this to happen. This had to be the absolute worse day of my life.

"Matter of fact, I apologize in general. I am not in the emotional state right now to best serve you. May I be excused?"

"No!"

"Fine I'll clean your dirty sheets..."

My tears were falling down on the floor at that moment. I was panicking. I was breaking down. There weren't a lot of people that I cared about but there was one that I cared about more than others. That person was Marcus.

The fact that he had just caught me having sex with Jalen and was clearly trying to hide his own emotion and be a good servant right now was killing me. I had hurt him. I had hurt him and Marcus was clearly trying not to show it.

I could only imagine how I would feel if I walked in on Marcus having sex with someone.

"No. Marcus stop doing this to me!"

"Doing this to you?" he asked and then repeated it really as though he wanted to go off on me, "Doing this to you? Ok. Prince, may I please, please, please be excused. I really am not in the right emotional state to serve."

"FUCK your state to serve. Tell me how you feel."

"That would be inappropriate."

"It's an order."

"Sir."

"I said it's an order. It's an order that from now on you can tell me how you feel regardless of what I say. Does that make you feel better? What...you want it in writing?"

Marcus turned away.

"I feel like I want to leave. Am I free to do that as well?" Marcus asked, "Maybe I don't want to serve you anymore. Am I free to do that?"
"So this is my fault?" I asked.

"No of course not. A prince can never be at fault."

"And if I wasn't a prince. Would it be my fault? I wanted you.  I tried with you time and time again. You turned me down every time. If I wasn't a prince would this situation be my fault."

"Don't you get it?"

"Get what?"

"I turn you down because you are one. You honestly think I didn't want to kiss you.  I fell in love with you when I was a child.  I fell in love with you the day you asked me why I wasn't smiling when we played with toys.  I wanted to kiss you then...but I would have been executed.  Yesterday however you kiss me and I was still about to get executed. My life means nothing. Yours means everything."

"Your life means everything to me. I meant what I said to you. Marcus I love you. I love you like we are the same...and I mean that..."

I wished I should show him instead of telling him. I didn't know how to do though. Marcus had never talked like this with me before. Talking like this with me now felt as though everything he wanted to say to me for all these years were just pouring out. And as our emotions came out he was shaking. I was trying so hard to stop my cries long enough to enunciate what I was saying.

He turned away.

"We aren't equals. Regardless of what you say. We just aren't. You can fuck him. You can fuck him after saying you love me and I can't say anything. I have to clean up your sheets. Would you like me to scrub out his cum stain? Yes master. Is there anything else you want master? You want my heart one more time master? You haven't stepped on it enough. Let me rip it out for you. It's OK. Here. Let me fucking lay it at your feet along with your life which I have dedicated to you."

He was crying now.

Marcus was actually crying. He was crying just as hard as I was if not harder. I knew that I had done something now that I couldn't take back. I knew that I had crossed a line now that I couldn't take back.

"Marcus..."

"May I leave now?"

"You're free."

"Excuse me sir?"

"You're free from me. Forever. You are free. You can walk out of that door and you don't have to come back. You have an American Visa. You don't even have to return to Swaziland. You can stay here. I release you Marcus. I release you from service."
Marcus stood up.

A part of me wondered how he would respond to this. Maybe he would want more money and still want to work for me. A part of me wondered if he would say OK to this but still want to somehow be in my life.

Maybe he would just want to even be my friend.

Instead of any of this he just walked out.

He walked out of the room and it looked like he was walking out of my life...forever. His voice trailed behind him. It must have been that moment that I realized just how much Marcus meant to me. It must have been that moment when he was walking out that I realized that Marcus was actually the one. He was the one that I loved all my life yet he was the one I also hurt.

I had hurt Marcus so bad that he couldn't even look me in the eyes. I had hurt Marcus so bad that he the tears were falling silently down his face. The masculine protector that I had in my life had finally broken down.

He was the one that I needed all my life.

And he left me with one final note.

"It was an honor to serve you. Goodbye."

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