Date: Fri, 26 Jun 2020 22:39:29 +0000
From: Valentin Delgrado <Delgrado@hotmail.fr>
Subject: The Royal Prisoner, Chapter 10

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The Royal Prisoner
Chapter 10


"Welcome my son! Welcome a thousand times!" the Caliph said
enthusiastically opening his arms.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Victor answered with a polite smile, unsettled
by this unexpected warm greeting. The Caliph embraced the prince and hugged
him warmly for a few awkward seconds. The two of them crossed the Arabic
courtyard with the elegant fountain and columns. The place was a true small
Alhambra, a display of the most refined architectural arts of the middle
east. Victor glanced at the beauty of it while the Caliph asked him a
thousand questions about his life as they made their way inside.

The Caliph was unstoppable and kept talking and talking as they arrived in
a great marble room. Prince Muhammad was sitting on a stool and his mother
was on a sofa. The Caliph and his spouse were in their late sixties, they
were both chubby, but the Caliph was shorter than his wife. Her black
greying tresses were straightened, she wore a turquoise long dress with
long sleeves. Her makeup was discreet yet visible and she wore gold jewels
all over her ears, neck, wrist, and fingers. She turned to Victor and
smiled.

"Prince Victor, I was anxious to meet you!" she said with a broad warm
smile while standing up and offering her hand to be shaken. Victor greeted
everyone and sat on a sofa, Tea was served to them and they began
chatting. The conversation went smoothly, and the Caliph was a very
pleasant and considerate host.

"You know son, I have a daughter that you should meet. I am certain the two
of you would get along quite well, you have so much in common, and she is
such a beauty. Would it not be fantastic if our two houses were to be
united?" the Caliph then declared smiling but scrutinising Victor
carefully. The prince was taken aback and paused for a moment confused.

"I... Uh..." he stuttered "Well, I am deeply honoured, your
Majesty. However, I am not allowed to marry without my brother's
approval. As a matter of fact, considering the circumstances, I doubt he
would. Also, I am gay and I already settled with my brother that I was to
marry someone of my gender." he eventually explained. While he was talking
both the Caliph and his spouse exchanged amused looks and seemed to contain
laughs.

"Son, we know you are gay. For people like us, with political
responsibilities, marriage is no matter of love... You would need an heir
of your own would you not?" the Caliph asked condescendingly.

"In Corsican law I do not need to have an heir with a legitimate spouse, I
just need an heir. Even if I was married to another man, I could have
children with a woman, they would still be my legitimate heirs. I
understand such is not the case in your nation though..." Victor
declared. The Caliph looked intrigued.

"I did not know that indeed... Well give me some time to think about it and
we will discuss this another time. Are you hungry?" the Caliph changed the
topic and was back to his lovely self. They had lunch outside in the
luxurious gardens, the weather was hot but windy therefore it was quite
pleasant. The conversation was rather unremarkable, and prince Muhammad was
more discreet than usual, his mother and father however turned out to be
two talkative inquisitive host that asked Victor all sorts of questions
about his life. The prince did not mind however, he felt treated like a
normal teenager for once and enjoyed it. The food was delicious, and they
had great fun.

After a while Victor was picked up by lieutenant Timond and brought back to
his suite. Before he left Muhammad asked him if he still wanted to visit
Jerusalem with him and the prince said he would need to ask permission but
would love to. Muhammad smirked and said something about convincing
Hadrien, but Victor didn't understand exactly what he meant.

In the trip back to the hotel Victor was in a great mood due to the
excellent moments he just spent, he tried to do some small talk to the
lieutenant but the soldier turned out to be shy and was very
uncooperative. When he arrived at the hotel Paul walked him straight to his
suite.

"Is there anything else planned for the rest of the day Lieutenant?" Victor
asked when they reached his suite while unbuttoning his vest.

"The officers will be rather busy this evening, your highness. Nothing has
been planned for you so far..." Paul answered with an even tone.

"Have you asked about my request? About me visiting the city? Prince
Muhammad said he would chaperon me if that can be of any help..." Victor
added pleadingly.

"I have started elaborating a protocol for an outing to be possible, I need
to be able to guarantee your safety before I ask the General Staff about
it" the lieutenant declared.

"Thank you for taking your time for this! I expect you will be busy tonight
as well..." Victor said timidly.

"No, your highness. My sole responsibility is your safety, I will not take
part in any of the meetings taking place this week" Paul answered
matter-of-factly.

"Oh... I see. Well, if you wanted to join me for dinner, I would like that
very much. That way you can guarantee my safety in a much more efficient
way..." the prince proposed shyly.

"Uh... Well... If it pleases you, your highness..." the lieutenant
answered, taken aback by the invitation.

"Yes, I would like that very much. I will ask for dinner to be ready at
eight thirty. Now I think I will have a nap. See you tonight then?" the
prince said.

"Yes, your highness" Paul answered bowing and taking his leave.

The suite was empty, and the prince was alone when he arrived. He undressed
to his underwear and laid on the sofa. Rapidly he fell asleep rocked by the
sounds of the rain that started pouring outside.  The prince had weird
agitated dreams, the overwhelming sentiment of being trapped seized
him. When he woke up the rain had turned into a storm, wind sent drops of
rain crashing directly into the glass windows and thunder could be heard
afar.

"Sasha?" the prince mumbled barely awake.

"Yes, your highness?" the silhouette in the shadow answered softly,
squatting besides the sofa.

"I already told you not to call me -your highness- in private!" the prince
grumbled while stretching "What time is it? It must be late; it is so dark
outside..." he added.

"No, it is ten past four. The clouds are very dark that is why it seems so
late... Do you want me to turn on the lights?" Sasha asked shyly.

"No..." Victor answered. He grabbed the servant by the chin and pulled him
closer before kissing him languidly. Sasha fell on his knees and caught
himself up on the sofa. He returned the kiss and leaned on the prince.

Victor sat on the edge of the sofa and unbuttoned Sasha's shirt, he opened
it and dropped kisses on his neck and around his left ear. His hands opened
the fly of the servant's trousers and lowered his waistband revealing his
white smooth bubble butt. The prince dug his fingers in the soft butt
cheeks and spread them apart. He sighed and rested his forehead on Sasha's
shoulder, the servant boy kissed his curly blond hair and stood up.

The prince was now directly facing Sasha's crotch. He lowered the servant's
waistband further and revealed his semi hard cock hanging over the slightly
hairy ginger balls. Sasha's cock did not have a strong scent, but Victor
was incredibly turned on by it. Victor grabbed the ginger's cock and opened
his mouth before swallowing it entirely. His nose was buried in Sasha's
pubic hair and he could smell the manly scent. The prince browsed his
tongue around the servant's cockhead and inside his piss-slip. Sasha's head
bounced up and down as waves of pleasure hit his brain, he placed the palm
of his hand behind Victor's head and pressed it against his dick.

Sasha grabbed his dick and rubbed it gently over the prince's cheek,
spreading precum around his nose, mouth, and chin. Victor fondled the
servant's ball-sack and moaned loudly. He opened his mouth as a sign of
submission, waiting for Sasha to willingly put his cock back in the
warmness of his cocksucker's lips.

"Take off your briefs" Sasha commanded with a gentle but authoritarian
tone. Victor lowered his briefs' waistband, still kneeling, and made them
slip down his thighs and legs before taking them off completely. The Jewish
boy thrusted his cock back in the prince's mouth and with both hands
pressed behind his curly blond hair before starting face-fucking him
hard. Victor gagged but did not pushed Sasha away, allowing him to thrust
harder and harder. Spit coated the Jewish's cut dick and spit drooled from
his balls onto the prince's naked smooth chest.

Sasha made Victor stand up before kneeling himself. He quickly swallowed
the prince's hard dick and gave him an expert blowjob. Victor was losing
balance and had to sit on the sofa. The servant's hand was fondling his
balls and his fingers made their way to his tight hole. Sasha began rubbing
the prince's pink and smooth pucker.

After a few minutes taking care of Victor's cock with his mouth, Sasha
grabbed him under the hips and pulled the prince's thighs up to his own
chest, exposing the tight hole and spreading his butt cheeks. Victor held
his legs to keep them against his abs and torso while Sasha plunged,
browsing his tongue in the prince's crack and around the hole. He plunged
his tongue deep inside of him sending intense waves of pleasures to
Victor's body. The prince's eyes convulsed and his body was flexing as he
lost control and drowned in pleasure.

Sasha hopped on the sofa and Victor switched position to lie on his
belly. The Jewish boy took position between the prince's legs and leaned on
him. He placed his cockhead against the well lubed pink hole and gradually
pushed his throbbing dick inside of the moaning prince. When he was
ball-deep inside Victor, Sasha laid fully on him and dropped kisses on his
neck, caressing his curly blond hair with one hand and pinching his left
nipple with the other.

Victor could feel every centimetre, of the servant's cock penetrating
him. Wrapped between the tight muscles Sasha was overwhelmed as his
sensitive head rammed inside the velvet hole. The prince let soft moans
escape his mouth with every relentless assault the Jewish boy gave
him. Sasha was sweating profusely; the noises of the shaking sofa were
mostly covered by the loud storm raging over the city of Jerusalem. The
sound of the heavy rain filled the lounge, immersed in obscurity.

"Do you like that? Do you want it harder? Say it!" Sasha whispered softly
in the prince's ear.

"Yes! Yes please, fuck me... fuck me harder! Pound me senseless" Victor
moaned back at him. The servant boy increased his pace and placed both his
hands on the prince lower back, pinning him against the sofa
relentlessly. A drop of sweat fell from Sasha's nose and landed on Victor's
back, on the curve between his round butt and shoulder blades. The feeling
of this intimate connexion made the prince shiver. The palm of Sasha's hand
rubbing his partner's back, feeling under his fingertips the goose skin of
his arching back.

Suddenly, a black gloved hand covered Sasha's mouth as a blade was
threateningly placed millimetres from his throat.

"Any sign of resistance and you are dead!" a masculine voice told Sasha
quietly. Victor heard the stranger's voice and was petrified, he dared not
move or speak and stayed still. The servant boy gulped as his stomach
knotted.

"Now, I want you to slowly pull out and follow my lead to stand up" the
voice then declared. Inch by inch the servant's cock left Victor's warm
hole until an audible "plop" was heard. The man then guided Sasha with his
hand to get off the sofa and stand on his feet. The intruder was standing
behind the Jewish boy and kept his hand on his mouth and the blade by his
throat. Sasha's cock was deflating quickly, coated in ass juices, and
dripping precum, glistening with moist.

"Are you alright, your highness?" the intruder asked Victor softly.

"I am fine, please do not hurt him!" the prince answered, still laying on
his belly, turning his head to look at the mysterious intruder. He was
tall, about ten centimetres taller than Sasha, he was fully dressed in
black, with black gloves. He was a white man with blond straight hair. His
facial features were not easy to distinguish in the dark, but the prince
felt that he was quite handsome.

"Do you know that man, your highness?" the intruder added, referring to
Sasha.

"Yes, I do! He is my servant here in Jerusalem! He was not hurting me, I
wanted this! Please, please do not harm him!" the prince pleaded.

"Do you trust him?" the man asked aggressively.

"Yes... Yes, I do!" the prince declared with a hint of fear and defiance in
his voice. The man then freed Sasha and pushed him forward, almost making
him trip and fall.

"Fetch yourself and your master some clothes, servant!" the man commanded
him authoritatively. Sasha went straight to the prince's bedroom, not even
looking back, his bubble butt bouncing up and down as he walked. Victor was
irritated by the way the intruder treated his servant boy but said nothing
afraid of making things worse. He stared long and hard at the man and
distinguished his grey eyes in the dark, staring back.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Victor shyly asked his unwelcome
guest.

"A friend." the man simply answered, locking his eyes in the
prince's. Victor blushed, intimidated by this handsome and dangerous man,
threatening him while the prince sat naked, exposed in front of him with
his glistening cock still hard as rock. Victor was turned on by the
situation, the danger of it. Quickly the Jewish boy returned from the
bedroom, still naked, carrying some clothes that he gave the prince. He
then picked his own clothes disposed of on the floor by the sofa and
dressed up.

Victor slowly dressed up, still staring at the intruder provocatively while
doing it. The man seemed unbothered by the prince's horniness and watched
silently as they finished covering their naked bodies. Sasha then glanced
at the man expectantly, waiting for further instructions.

"Sit next to your master" the man instructed Sasha that complied
immediately. The man stood in front of them and tucked his blade back in
its scabbard. "I have to warn you servant, if any of what is said here is
repeated you can consider your family and yourself dead. Am I perfectly
clear?" he added in a cold and confident way.

"Yes, Sir" the servant answered submissively.

"Good!" the intruder simply said "Your highness, I am here on your
brother's behalf. I was sent on his command a week ago" he then added
turning to Victor.

"Hector... he sent you?" the prince asked, stunned and confused.

"Yes" the man answered before searching his trousers' pockets and getting
something out of it. "That is from him," he added, handing him a folded
paper. "You will have some time to read it later, your highness. I have
very little time to spare!" the man commented, halting the prince from
unfolding the paper.

"I am having dinner here with a military officer at eight, you cannot stay
here much longer..." the prince warned.

"I will help you escape Jerusalem this week. This cannot happen tonight,
but you must be ready when the opportunity arises. I have strong reasons to
believe this will be possible Friday evening. If the opportunity arises
before you must be ready, at any moment..." The intruder explained.

"How will I know that the right moment has come?" Victor asked.

"The less you know, the better it is. Do not worry, you will know in due
time. Do not resist, stay calm and follow my lead when that happens" the
man warned. The prince simply nodded back before looking at the floor
defeatedly. The man then kneeled in front of him and with his finger raised
the prince's chin to make him face him. Victor shivered at the feeling of
this strong and handsome man's delicate touch. He was so close, the prince
could see every detail of his face, from his pink lips to his freckles, his
aquiline nose and square jaw.

"Do not despair, your highness! I promised your brother, I have no
intention to go back to Corsica without you..." He calmly told Victor. The
prince grabbed the man's right hand and kissed its back.

"Thank you, I will stand ready, you can trust me" Victor declared. The
intruder smiled reassuringly and stood up, he turned his face to Sasha.

"It is uncommon for a servant to have this kind of relationship with its
master, even more when the said master is of royal blood. For your own good
both of you should be extremely careful. By experience I can tell you no
one is going to blame his imperial highness if that were to turn sour. They
would say it is your fault, they would say you forced him. Even if it was
not true, even if his imperial highness protested. You have to be aware of
that!" The man warned Sasha. The servant looked back at him defeatedly and
said nothing. The man then walked to the window and opened it.

"What is your name?" Victor asked him before he left. The intruder halted
and turned to the prince.

"I will tell you when we are in Corsica" he answered before winking to the
prince. He then jumped by the balcony and disappeared.

Sasha and Victor sat for a few moments in disbelief, not speaking or
moving. Sasha was shaking and seemed disoriented.

"Are you okay Sasha? I am so sorry... This is all my fault" the prince
eventually said, getting closer to his servant and wrapping his arms around
the Jewish boy. The servant rested his head on the prince's chest and
hugged him back.

"I'm fine" Sasha said. Breaking up the hug "You should get prepared; your
guest will be here soon" he then added

"Yes, I guess you are right..." Victor answered nodding. They looked at one
another and the prince smiled at the servant.


Lieutenant Paul Timond arrived shortly after the prince, helped by Sasha,
had finished getting fully washed and dressed up. They took great care
cleaning all the remaining evidence of sex on both of their bodies.

The soldier was dressed in his usual military uniform and was in his usual
inexpressive mood. The prince greeted him, and he proposed that they have a
drink in the lounge before dinner was served in the dining room. Sasha
brought them glasses of white wine and appetizers as they sat and started
to chat. Paul was never a talkative person; he grew up as the youngest of
four brothers and two sisters. Discretion was the key to survive, he
toughened up, kept his feelings to himself. He became an excellent student
in high school and was recruited shortly after graduation to enter the
military academy. At nineteen years old he arrived in Corsica for the first
time after spending his whole life in the city of Nice.

Paul and Victor played cards while they ate, the military officer
introduced the prince to a new game from his city. The prince laughed
wholeheartedly as he was severely beaten round after round, and for the
first time Victor witnessed the soldier lightening up. During dinner Sasha
was replaced by another servant because it was the end of his shift, the
prince looked at him tenderly and wished him good night. That was all they
could do in front of Paul, to avoid raising suspicions.

The lieutenant stayed with the prince until late as they drank some more
wine and played some more games. They truly bonded more in an evening than
Victor had with any other officer in Jerash in six months, except of course
for Hadrien.

The General had been in Victor's thoughts all day long. Was he mad that the
prince said he loved him? He seemed upset when he left him in the early
morning, or at least uncomfortable. He probably forgot about it moments
later, the prince thought, too busy with his military affairs and
diplomatic tasks. Truth was, Victor could not get Hadrien off his mind. He
was obsessed by the general, he felt safe around him, yet he was always
stimulated and exploring sides of his own personality he did not suspect
existed.

When it was time for the lieutenant to leave the prince was shaking with
anticipation. When the suite's door closed behind Paul, the prince poured
himself another glass of wine and he felt the palm of his hand was wet and
slippery. His stomach was knotted, and his legs felt weak. He walked to his
bedroom, opened the nightstand drawer, took the folded paper the intruder
had given him a few hours ago and sat on the edge of his bed. Carefully he
unfolded it and sighed heavily before starting reading.

"My Dear Baby Brother,

There is so much I would like to tell you, so much I would like you to
hear. I failed you, as your sovereign, as your only remaining family, as
your friend, as your older brother. I remember when we were kids, you would
come to me when you were sad and crying, I would hold you in my arms for a
while and everything would turn alright. Why cannot it be that simple
anymore? I wish I could have protected your innocence forever, you have
always been so pure, so kind and fragile. You mean the world to me, I hope
you know that, and everyday since you are held captive is another hell.

I love you dearly Victor, I love you more than life itself, more than a
stupid crown. I want to believe soon we will be reunited again, that I will
hold you in the safety of my arms again, that I will gaze upon your face
again and see your smile brightening up the world of those around you.

Never lose hope, never lose faith, for you will be free again, for we will
meet again!

Your brother that loves you, Hector"

Victor collapsed on his back on the mattress as he burst into tears. He
cried like a baby for twenty solid minutes, his whole body shaking, his
nose running. He eventually fell asleep in that position, dressed up
completely, half sitting half lying, tears drying up on his face.