Date: Tue, 28 Jul 2020 22:43:49 +0000 From: Valentin Delgrado Subject: Royal Prisoner Chapter 12 Hey there! Please don't forget to make a donation to Nifty for the amazing platform they provide for both readers and writers. If you wish to contact me, you can send me an E-mail: Delgrado@hotmail.fr Or add me on Instagram: @Despanien The Royal Prisoner Chapter 12 "Are you ready, Your Highness?" the lieutenant Paul Timond asked. It was almost noon, and despite what Hadrien announced the previous day, the prince slept one more night in the General Staff hotel, downtown Jerusalem. When the general stormed out of his suite after he surprised him sleeping in Sasha's arms, Victor was left devastated. He cried for a solid twenty minutes, then Paul arrived and comforted him, well at least he tried. Sasha spent the following evening expecting to be fired, arrested, or worse, but nothing happened. His employer was not informed anything happened except the prince's upcoming departure. When the Jewish boy ended his shift, nothing had changed, he was expected to be back at the hotel the next morning as initially planned. "Yes, I think so..." Victor shyly answered with a heavy heart. "We can get going then!" the lieutenant declared. The prince faintly smiled and turned to Sasha. "Thank you very much Sasha, it was a real pleasure to meet you. If you need to reach me, I will always do my best to help you in any way I can" Victor offered, unsure about what would be safe to say in front of lieutenant Timond. "Thank you, Your Highness. It was a great privilege to serve you." The Jewish servant soberly answered. Victor felt very frustrated that his farewell to Sasha had to be so unnatural and `appropriate'. Such was the life of a prince, he thought, to be constantly monitored, to such extent that his feelings do not count anymore. With a defeated expression, the prince walked out of the suite, closely followed by Paul. He went down the stairs where a soldier led him to his car. Paul jumped in the car right after him, and a few seconds later the engine started. Victor stared at his window and contemplated Jerusalem with frustration; its narrow alleys, its delicious street food, its living and friendly inhabitants. Thankful for the outings he was able to do he opened his window to smell one last time the appealing odours emanating from the oriental spices, vegetables and roasting lamb. The car moved hastily in the narrow paved alleys of the ancient city and soon the prince left Jerusalem. Stone buildings were replaced by the Mediterranean vegetation and aridic hills surrounding the city. Suddenly, the car turned right and went uphill. It slowed down a little and a large black metallic gate was opened by soldiers guarding it. The car kept driving through a luxurious terraced garden and eventually stopped in front of a large villa built on top of the hill. The mansion was built of beige stones on three stories. On top, the red roof tiles gave the necessary colour to the house. Four large columns supported the porch and dignified the symmetrical building. The large main wooden double door opened, and Prince Muhammad exited the mansion to greet Victor. "Welcome to your new residence in Jerusalem!" Muhammad said with a broad smile "We helped General Ciabrini find this place, it was not easy in such a short time but we managed!" The Arabic prince extended his hand for Victor to shake and with his left hand grabbed the Corsican prince by the shoulder, almost massaging him. "It looks quite beautiful, and comfortable!" Victor commented, still glancing at every detail. "I mean, it will be bigger than your suite in Jerusalem, but smaller than your palace in Corsica, obviously! Hahaha" Muhammad joked playfully "You must see the sights from the other side, the overflowing swimming pool faces the city of Jerusalem. You can see the golden Dome of the Rock from your bedroom too!" "Well, thank you very much Muhammad! You obviously thought about ways to solve my upcoming boredom being exiled from the city centre." "Are you kidding my friend? Away from stressed politicians and uptight soldiers! Away from the constant uproar and heat of the streets of Jerusalem! You will like it here, I bet they will have to force you to go back to Jerash after a few days here!" the Arabic prince teased. "Let us hope you are right about that then. Are you going to show me around then or are we staying here roasting in the sun?" Victor fired back playfully. Muhammad laughed at the prince's display of fake arrogance and he gestured him to follow his lead. The house's main entrance led to a great hall. The hall was two stories high and a great double stairway dominated the room. In the centre a small fountain flowed peacefully with flowers inside. A gigantic crystal chandelier was hung just above the fountain. Muhammad led Victor straight between the stairs where an open corridor led to an enormous living space . The living space was composed of three parts; the lounge at the left end of the room with a large black leather sofa, long glass coffee table, black metallic stove and a wooden bookcase. The dining room in the centre of the room, with a very long dining table and fancy leather chairs. The open kitchen in the right end of the room, fully equipped with modern furniture and electronics. The entirety of the living space was opened to a full bay window that led to the back of the house where the overflowing swimming pool was. An outdoor dining table, a plancha barbecue and deckchairs were also nicely disposed. The prince never lived in such a place, this kind of house was far too laid back to be considered as suitable for a heavily protocolised life. When Victor left Jerusalem, he expected to be sent to yet another luxurious prison, and in some way this was, but at least he would be able to have some fun here. "Well, I think I should get going. I will be back at least once a day to see how everything is going. If you ever need to reach me just let a guard know and they will fetch me from Jerusalem" lieutenant Paul Timond declared before taking his leave and going back to the car. "Let's go upstairs. I want to introduce you to your new footman!" Prince Muhammad said enthusiastically as the lieutenant left the house. Victor followed Muhammad climbing up the stairs and walked through a long corridor. When they reached the last door to the right Muhammad halted before opening the door. "I have a surprise for you behind that door. I know your birthday is only in a few days so I wanted to give you something!" he announced, barely containing his excitement. "Oh! Now I am really nervous about opening that door! How did you know about my birthday?" Victor asked candidly. "Well... You are not exactly mister nobody." Muhammad teased. "Now, about your birthday gift. Please do not freak out!" "Open that door, Muhammad, or I will definitely freak out quite soon!" the prince warned playfully, but still a bit anxious. Muhammad seemed to hesitate for a second, as if he had second thoughts about his own birthday gift. Then he pulled the door handle and opened. Victor entered into a large bedroom with plain white walls and hardwood floor. Against the opposite wall two large bay window faced the prince. between the window was a large bed, probably at least three meters large and two and a half meters long. The whole room was elegantly furnished, just like the rest of the house, it was spacious and luminous. However, what caught Victor's eye immediately was the man standing in the middle of the bedroom. Alexandre, Victor's main bodyguard for the past ten years, was right there in front of the prince. This idea seemed so surreal that Victor had a genuine moment of hesitation wondering if his mind was not failing him. "Your Highness!" Alexandre greeted the prince. Victor slowly walked up, scrutinising him. The prince's shaking hand browsed Alexandre's face delicately. Then, Victor wrapped his arms around his bodyguard and hugged him before sighting. "Alexandre... I was so worried about you! I missed you so much!" the prince eventually said. He broke the embrace and looked at his bodyguard with watery eyes. "I missed you too, Your Highness. You have been in my thoughts and prayers throughout all these months." Alexandre answered tenderly. Victor kept staring at him, like he tried to trigger the element that would make him wake up from this strange dream. Alexandre seemed much more handsome than when they separated almost six months ago. Alexandre was thirty-two years old; he was much taller than Victor and probably around or even above Hadrien's size. The guard was incredibly well built and had especially impressive shoulders and pecs. He was a white man from Scandinavian ascent, mostly hairless but with a blond beard and short blond hair. His eyes were deep blue and he constantly had a warm expression on his face that made Victor feel safe around him. When Alexandre became the main bodyguard of Victor, the young prince was just a shy little boy, and Alexandre a young inexperienced soldier. Slowly Victor learned to trust him, to appreciate him, and eventually to love him, for he was his main paternal figure. Alexandre had grown to care for the boy, beyond what is expected from his position into a deeper, personal level. He learned to love the boy for who he was, and not for what his titles and rank were. "Alexandre will be your footman and butler here!" Prince Muhammad eventually declared after witnessing the whole reminiscing scene in silence. "How? How did you manage to find him and bring him here?" Victor asked Muhammad incredulously. "Well, First of all there are some advantages to being a prince from time to time. Then, this is your birthday gift, so it would be really inappropriate of me to explain." He answered while chuckling "Well, anyway, I really should get going. I was supposed to have lunch with you but unfortunately duty calls and my parents expect me back to Jerusalem earlier. Besides, you are into good hands! Uh... still, no one knows Alexandre served you before, I think it is best if this secret stays between the three of us. I suppose I can trust you with that?" the Arabic prince explained, seeming a bit confused and without his usual self-insurance. "Of course! Thank you so much Muhammad! I shall never forget how good of a friend you are to me, especially during these times!" Victor declared gratefully. "I will always be by your side to support you, Victor! That is what friends are for after all!" Muhammad simply answered. The Corsican prince smiled at him and Muhammad left the room leaving Victor and his guard alone. "How are you, Victor?" Alexandre asked with a concerned expression on his face. Whenever it was the two of them, his guard would call him Victor, and not the formal `Your Highness' anymore. "I have had ups and downs, but I have been treated rather nicely so far." the prince simply answered. "I am sure we will be back to Corsica very soon, trust me! Your brother will not let you down! And so do I!" Alexandre said reassuringly. "Would you like to rest? I can ask for lunch to be served here in your bedroom!" "No, I actually wanted to try the swimming pool! Besides, you are not a domestic, and I will not treat you like one! You are a soldier, an imperial guard, and you are family to me!" Victor argued. "Victor, I am grateful I get to be here with you and protect you if ever needed! I do not mind being a domestic in this house, as you said; we are family, and I do not consider it to be beneath me" Alexandre calmly answered. He smiled reassuringly to the prince, held his head in the palm of his hands and dropped a tender kiss on Victor's forehead. The prince once again wrapped his arms around the tall blond guard and laid his head on the curve of Alexandre's neck. Victor still missed his brother Hector a lot, but he still felt a little bit more like home now that his guard was here. There was, however, something different now. Hadrien awakened something in Victor, his unstoppable lust, his taste for manly, older men, his craving for virile body scents. As his head was pressed against Alexandre's chest, he smelled the familiar odour that emanated from the guard's pits, and he was incredibly turned on. Victor felt a wave of shame seize him as he felt his cock grow in his trousers, he could not believe it, he was lusting after a man that knew him since he was a boy, a man he just called family, his perversion scared him. But at the same time, he was still very much aroused and the feeling of Alexandre's muscled back against his gripping hand fuelled his growing passion. Victor broke the embrace and pretexted the need to change to go to the bathroom where he hid his raging boner. The bathroom, just like the house, was big and luxurious. The prince noticed the wooden hot-tub in the corner and remembered his first time with Hadrien in Jerash. He waited ten long minutes for his hardon to eventually go down. "Victor? Is everything alright?" Alexandre eventually wondered from the other side of the door. "Yes, I am fine! I just realised I don't have a swimsuit to wear actually," the prince answered. "Oh! Do you want me to ask for one to be sent to you?" the guard proposed. "No! No, I will be fine, I will ask Paul tomorrow.I guess I could swim with my underwear in the meantime." Victor declined. "Who's Paul?" Alexandre asked. Victor opened the bathroom door and smiled at his bodyguard. "Paul is the one responsible for my safety here. He is lieutenant of the rebellion, but he is a very fine person!" the prince explained. "Oh! I see." Alexandre simply said with a hint of jealousy that Victor noticed. The prince was flattered by his guard's jealousy and he blushed a little. "Woah! Hot day is it not? Well, let us try this pool shall we now?" Victor suggested. "Ok. But first I need to introduce you to your staff here. Wait for me I will be back in a minute when they all are ready!" Alexandre said. "Fine, thank you!" Victor agreed before winking to his guard. Alexandre made his way downstairs while the prince waited for him and investigated his new bedroom. A few minutes later the guard was back, and he gestured to the prince to follow him downstairs. Six people were standing in the middle of the lounge, by the dining table, in line. Alexandre began introducing them to the prince, from the far right to the far left. There was Fatiah, a chubby middle aged woman wearing a veil, she was the cook, and she was helped by her son, Walid, a fifteen years old teenager that was tall and slim. Then were the two gardeners Simon and Farid, both in their late twenties, Simon being a white Jewish and Farid an Arabic. And finally the two domestics in charge of cleaning and everyday attendance of the prince's needs. Both came from Prince Muhammad's household that he lent to the General Staff in a rush when they looked for this house. The two domestics were Hannah, a nineteen years old Persian girl with dark blond hair and green eyes, and Cyril, her seventeen years old brother, also dark blond with green eyes. The two siblings looked incredibly alike and both were very handsome. Victor greeted them warmly and assured them that he did not wish an uptight service around him. He thanked them for the services they were going to provide and then announced that he was going to chill by the pool. Fatiah, the cook, announced that she prepared lunch, just in case, and that it could be served outside by the pool if the prince wished. The prince accepted immediately as he was actually starving and then he finally went outside. The sight was incredible, the direct view over the ancient city of Jerusalem, the peaceful surroundings, and the fresh air. The temperature was already rather hot and therefore Victor hurried to strip to his underwear. The prince wore tight white cotton briefs that barely contained his bubble butt, without further waiting he plunged in the pool. The fresh water reinvigorated him and he did some laps to stretch his legs and wake his muscles up. Fatiah came outside carrying a trail with what looked like a very copious lunch as her son dressed up the table. "Could you please put another plate? I will have my lunch with Alexandre." Victor said to Walid from the pool. The teen looked at the prince dumbfounded until his mother spoke to him in Arabic and he disappeared back in the house. "Forgive my son, Your Highness, he does not speak French." Fatiah explained to the prince. "Yes, apparently it was difficult enough to have that many domestics that can speak some French here you know." Alexandre explained as he joined the prince outside. "Yes, I understand. That is not a big deal really." Victor answered "Will you join me for lunch Alexandre? I asked for another plate to be put. Please? I hate eating alone!" he added, seeing that his guard was about to decline. "Well, if you insist, Your Highness." Alexandre conceded without too much arguing. He was actually glad to be reunited with his boy but was too proud to show it to the extent he felt it, and too careful to let the other domestics know about their past history. After all he was not supposed to know the prince so he would have to be extra cautious. Victor lifted his body out of the water and stood on the edge of the pool, dripping water on the hardwood floor. Fatiah, her son that just came back from the kitchen and Alexandre all stared at the prince for a few seconds before shyly looking away. The prince wondered about the origin of such attention when he realised his soaked white briefs were absolutely transparent and perfectly outlined his soft cock and smooth balls. He grabbed a towel on a deckchair nearby and wrapped it around his waist. "Sorry, I only have white underwear. They are from the rebel army actually." Victor justified timidly before sitting at the table. Alexandre pouted disapprovingly at the mention of the rebellion but otherwise refrained from fuelling the prince's embarrassment. "Here you have lamb kefta that you can eat with the cucumber tzatziki. There is the grilled halloumi, the dolma and some baba ganousch to go with it. Bon appetit, Your Highness." Fatiah explained the dishes presented to them. Before leaving the prince and his guard alone. "Well, let us try all this! I doubt we will finish it all, but I know you and you sure will try!" Victor teased. Alexandre was amazed, only a few months ago the prince would have been a very discreet companion and would have very rarely joked or teased him. He liked this newly found self-insurance but he also felt like the boy he witnessed growing up was slipping through his fingers, like sand. This feeling sent a wave of melancholy through his body. "Are you alright Alexandre?" the prince asked, concerned about his guard's sudden change of expression. "Oh... Yes, yes I am fine! You are growing up so quickly, I just realised how much you changed recently that is all." Alexandre explained tenderly. "Uh... Is that a bad thing?" Victor asked, feeling very insecure. "No! No, not at all! Oh boy, you are becoming a man, I think that's great! It is just that when you see someone grow up you can feel like time flies! But that is a great thing!" the guard further corrected as he felt he was misunderstood. Victor scrutinised him, as if he was not sure he was to believe his explanation. "Hey! Do not get wrong ideas, you handsome fella! I'm sure your brother will be so proud when you will be reunited" he added while holding up the prince's chin. Victor eventually smiled and Alexandre smiled back. For the rest of the world, he was a prince of imperial blood, but for Alexandre he was mostly a teenager eating as if he had only a few minutes left to live. Victor on the other hand had a growing desire towards his childhood guard. How could he have been so blind during all these years. Alexandre was radiating with sex-appeal, the way his dimple tickled his beard while he smiled at him, the way his eyes reflected only love and care. Victor was getting hard again. Swiftly he looked away and tried to focus on the delicious lunch Fatiah cooked for him while admiring the sight from the top of the hill. For what was left of lunchtime, Alexandre kept talking and asking questions to the prince. The prince only wanted to yell and ask his guard to shut up because his voice was keeping the horny teenager horny. Hadrien truly broke him, he thought, and turned him into this sex demon! The prince got up and walked towards the pool. When he was on the edge he slipped out of his briefs and threw them on a deckchair. Victor faced the opposite direction, but he could feel Alexandre's shocked stare at his boldness and nakedness. The prince was aroused by his own slutty behaviour and slowly he turned his head to look at Alexandre that quickly looked away when he noticed the prince looking back at him. "They were transparent anyway. And I am sure no one will mind here! After all there is not much of a neighbourhood" Victor justified provocatively. "Uh... At least the staff will understand what you mean by un-protocolary mood in the house!" Alexandre joked. He was taken aback by Victor's bold behaviour. Where was the shy boy he knew and witnessed growing up? He laughed thinking about what the Emperor would think about his baby brother's new lack of modesty. Hector was always the bold, provocative, and daring one while Victor was the timid and discreet boy. Victor turned back his head towards the pool and jumped in the water. Alexandre was straight, but he noticed that the prince was a very handsome young man with two perfect white round butt cheeks that would drive him mad if they belonged to a girl. He laughed even harder realising the kind of thoughts he was having. "What is so funny?" Victor inquired when his head emerged out of the water. "You are, my prince!" Alexandre answered. Victor threw him some water with his hand as a retaliation as the guard gesticulated to avoid the shots screaming and laughing. "Stop! Look at my shirt, it's wet now!" Alexandre complained. "Well take it off then!" Victor dared. "Sure! Very funny! I do not have the privilege to be a shameless nudist as you are!" the guard teased. "Too bad!" the prince commented. Alexandre laughed but was wondering if the prince was serious, was this little horny teenage trying to flirt with him? No, that was most likely his imagination playing tricks on him, he thought. Victor once again used his arms to lift himself out of the pool. Only this time he exposed his full-frontal nudity while doing so. His semi-hard cock was dripping water all over the floor and the prince took his sweet time to walk and reach for the towel to cover his nudity. Alexandre did not even bother to look away this time, he scrutinized the boy's body. He noticed how much the prince's body developed during these few months, and for the first time he saw his dark blond pubes on top of his swinging and dripping cock on top of round smooth balls. Victor was not hung but he was above average, and he had nothing to be ashamed of, Alexandre felt a twitch of pride admiring the boy he witnessed growing up in his glorious nakedness. After drying himself with the towel, the prince announced that he was going to have a nap in his room. He went upstairs with his towel wrapped around his waist and threw himself on his big comfy bed. Only a few moments later his hand found the way of his crotch. Victor gripped his cock and started stroking it. He closed his eyes and pictured the handsome Alexandre, wearing black briefs, standing in front of him. His guard was looking at him, aroused, his cock bulging through his black underwear. His deep blue eyes filled with warmness were tenderly looking back at Victor. The prince pictured himself browsing Alexandre's blond hair and beard lovingly with his fingertips, kissing his pink lips and his neck. In his dreams he groped his guard's muscle butt and licked his chest and nipples. He slipped his hand inside of the black briefs and down to his crotch. He could smell the manly scent coming from Alexandre and was driven crazy by it. He slipped his tongue inside of his guard's mouth while the palm of his hand touched his dreamed partner's hardening cock. Alexandre grabbed him by the neck and returned the kiss. Victor closed his eyes and savoured the passionate kiss he shared with his guard while his hand was now stroking Alexandre's fully erected cock. Victor was wandering in his dreams of lustful passion with Alexandre, but when he pictured himself opening his eyes Alexandre was not there anymore. Hadrien had replaced him. The prince lost control of his own imagination and the general grabbed the prince's curly blond hair and made him kneel. He rubbed Victor's nose against his crotch and the prince imagined the odour he knew quite well already. Hadrien stepped out of his black briefs and his dick slapped the prince's cheek as it was freed from his underwear. The prince imagined himself opening his mouth wide and sticking out his tongue as a sign of submissiveness. He looked at Hadrien right in the eye, kneeling in front of him, offering himself to the man he loved. The general looked back at him and grinned. With his left hand still grabbing the prince's hair he directed his hard cock with his right hand and put it inside of Victor's velvet mouth. The prince eagerly swallowed all the general's big cock until his nose was buried in Hadrien black pubes. Hadrien pulled Victor's hair and took out all the length of his cock out of his mouth. He then slapped the prince with his dick several times while grunting animalistically. Hadrien was a predator, and Victor was his prey, the prince pictured himself submitting fully to the general, without conditions, without hesitations. Hadrien made the prince stand up and pulled him closer so their bodies were rubbing against one another. Victor could feel Hadrien's warm breath on his forehead as his head was pressed against his chest. Hadrien placed his hand at the entrance of Victor's mouth and forced two fingers inside. The prince eagerly sucked the general's fingers as his breath was getting heavier. He rubbed his tongue against the whole length of his fingers and moaned. Hadrien suddenly pulled out his fingers and roughly spread Victor's butt cheeks with his other hand. He then pressed his two wet fingers against the prince tight pink hole and slowly penetrated him. When the whole length of his fingers were inside of Victor he slowly fingerfucked him, sensually and tenderly. The prince laid his head against Hadrien's chest and gripped his shoulders as his pleasure was quickly getting more intense. Hadrien's strong arm was speeding its pace and was now roughly fingerfucking the prince. Victor could feel the general's pecs sweating from the intense fucking he was giving him. The prince felt so safe and loved in his captor's arms. His tight hole was now on fire and deep waves of pleasures radiated from it. The prince started moaning his captor's name as he closed his eyes, lost in his own world. Hadrien held him tight in his arms and whispered, `I love you'. This simple statement sent the prince over the edge and as his tight hole spasmed, his smooth balls flexed, and ropes of cum erupted from his cock. Victor came back to reality, alone in his bedroom, realising how much he missed Hadrien. He felt his heart knotting but was too exhausted from his powerful orgasm, and peacefully he fell asleep in his comfy bed.