Date: Wed, 29 Apr 2020 20:20:46 +0000 From: Valentin Delgrado Subject: The Royal Prisoner. Chapter 2 The prince has been waiting for several hours alone in the general's apartments. He was starving now as he didn't get anything to eat since he left Heraklion. Strange noises came from his stomach. He was bored, and worried. The general seemed threatening but also seductive. The prince knew he was a prisoner of course, but not any prisoner. His older brother, the emperor, still didn't have an heir of his own. Therefore, Victor was the heir to the crown. That would certainly guarantee his safety, but in which conditions? Before the prince could wander too much the door suddenly opened and the general entered. "Are you hungry boy?" asked the general casually while the door was closing behind him. "I am, general" answered the prince, feeling that being nice might get him something to eat. "Don't speak! Answer by nodding unless I command you otherwise" The prince didn't answer even though his pride was hurt. The general was visibly content that he was finally getting some results of the prince. He approached him and whispered; "Are you going to be nice with me? Are you going to obey?" The prince nodded, defeated. "Good, now kneel". The prince defiantly stared at the general. "Never" answered the prince with a clear loud voice. The general pushed the prince and slammed his back on the wall. He pressed his own body against the prince's, crushing him against the wall. "Despite your age you cannot be that stupid. I am your captor now, there is no one here that will save you from me. I can make your life a nightmare, throw you in a cell. Get you beaten. Yes I cannot kill you, at least for now... but I can make you wish I did, your highness" murmured the general, barely audible. He then stepped back, letting the pressure go. "Now, kneel" he said, threatening. The prince hesitated, he had tears coming. He was starving and felt desperate and abandoned. Shyly, he kneeled in front of the general. "Good boy" said the general ruffling his hair. "You stink, I think it's time for a bath" he added, mockingly. He then pulled a thin string hanging from the wall. A few moments later a man came in. "Yes Sir?" said the domestic. His eyes then met the prince, kneeling and sobbing. He seemed very surprised and dared not to look further. His face reddened. "Get a bath ready for His imperial highness at once" "Sir!" answered the domestic bowing, before taking his leave. "Get up" the general commanded to the prince. He stood but his legs felt weak. The general approached him and whipped his tears with the back of his sleeve softly. He then undid the gold buttons of the blue uniform and peeled it of the prince's chest. The uniform dropped on the floor. The general then undid the prince's belt and pulled it out before throwing it aside. He then grabbed the uniform's trousers to undo it as well. But the prince took his hand to refrain him. "Please ..." he begged "What? You are not going to bath with your uniform, now will you?" answered the general casually. "Take your boots off" he then added. The prince resignedly took his boots of. He instantly felt relieved of the pain that wearing boots for two days straight can get you. He moaned of relief. The general smirked. "Continue" he added. The prince undid his trousers fly. The blue fabric softly caressed his thigh while slipping down. He was now only wearing a plain white silk undershirt and briefs as well as satin long socks. The prince then stopped and seemed to hesitate. He undid his undershirt and threw it on the marble floor. He then slipped a finger between the top of his satin sock and his bare skin and made it slip from his foot. He did the same on the other sock. He then stared at the general expectantly. The general put his hand behind the prince's back and pulled him against his body. The prince's breath was loud, and his heartbeat was pulsating furiously. His hands rested on the general's shoulder, touching the military epaulettes from his fingertips. "You don't need to be shy boy. What a gorgeous body you have here!" whispered the general. Curiously Victor was flattered and proud of this compliment. If he was in a normal state of mind he would have been revolted by the vulgarity of the situation. But he was starving, tired, and emotionally challenged. The general kissed Victor in the neck, close to its ears. Softly his hand reached under his prisoner's undergarment as his hand caressed the soft bare skin of his butt. Suddenly a knock on the door in the other end of the room. "Yes!" The general shouted, clearly annoyed. "The bath for his Imperial Highness is ready Sir" The general retrieved his hand from Victor's cheek and raised his other hand, pointing the bathroom with his open hand. Victor was disappointed that this welcomed display of affection was so quickly over. He reluctantly walked towards the door as it opened before him. Two male domestics were in the room, they would be around fifteen and obviously they weren't Corsican, perhaps Arabians from the middle east. This could be an indication about their location, the prince thought to himself. As he entered the room the domestics bowed to him. The room was a large black marble bathroom. In the centre a roman jacuzzi tub around which four large white marble columns. The jacuzzi was filled with hot soapy water that steamed the room. "May I, your Highness?" Asked one of the domestic, about to take off the prince's undergarment. Victor nodded slightly. He was now fully naked. His white pale butt cheeks fully on display. His soft dick was about four inches and his pubes were dark blond. The prince was mostly smooth. He dipped his toes in the warm water. The feeling was incredible. He entered his whole body in the marble bath. The sweet smell of perfumed soaps and the warm touch of water released his long-accumulated tensions. "Leave us" commanded the general to the domestics. As they left the room he undressed. When he finally dropped his brief, the prince was mesmerised by the view of his naked body. Hadrien was very well built, his chest was slightly hairy. His dark pubes were trimmed. His cock was semi-erected and large, around seven inches. He had low hanging balls on his thigh. Victor was openly staring at him. Hadrien entered the bath slowly, and suddenly dipped his whole body, letting out a groan. "Come closer" asked Hadrien softly. He was sitting inside the bath, water to his neck. Victor approached his captor shyly. "You still haven't dipped your head?" Hadrien said with a smirk. He then grabbed Victor by the hair. "Hold your breath boy". Victor was pulled under the water and Hadrien's hand was guiding him towards his cock. He pressed the tip against Victor's lips. He tried to resist but Hadrien was not letting him go. To avoid being drowned he did what was asked from him. He opened his lips and his captor's eight inches entered his mouth. Victor had his first taste of cock in his life. Mostly tasting soap and perfume of the bath. Soon he lacked air and his fist tapped Hadrien's thighs underwater. He was pulled out of the water and furiously breathed. "You will have to train your apnoea performance boy" Hadrien said mockingly. Victor gave him a death stare in return. "Wash me now" commanded the general. This demand was purposely humiliating. All his life Victor has been washed, dressed and fed by domestics. Washing another man's body was an act of servitude, Hadrien knew it very well. Hadrien stood up in the bath, the water reached his belly button. Victor took a washcloth, brushed some soap against it and started caressing his captor's chest with it. "Rose, good choice" Hadrien commented on the soap's choice with a smirk. Victor meticulously brushed the soaped washcloth against his torso. He rubbed under his armpit and behind his back. Hadrien then stepped on the marble bench inside the jacuzzi. His body was now almost fully over the water level. Victor starter to rub his abs with the washcloth but he was interrupted by Hadrien. "Don't use the washcloth, soap your hand and use it bare" Victor reluctantly dropped it on the side, soaped his hand and proceeded. He started with his abs. then his hips. Then his thigh and down to his legs. Hadrien raised one foot at a time for the prince to wash. "Don't you want my dick to be clean? You like the smell boy?" threatened Hadrien. Victor knew from the beginning where this was going. He soaped his hand and gently caressed the general's large penis, slightly rolling his balls in his hand. He pulled the foreskin and washed the tip of his dick carefully. Hadrien's dick was getting hard from the treatment. While Victor's right hand was wanking his captor's cock, his left hand reached under his balls and washed his crack conscientiously. Hadrien was now moaning and he was staring at the ceiling. Victor was kind of proud to give pleasure to the general, he thought he might be nicer if he played along. His fingers were rubbing his hole and his other hand was wanking him. Then he dared, why not he though. This might even have a positive outcome. He approached his lips and kissed the tip of Hadrien's dick. They were now staring at each other. Victor wrapped his lips around the tip, pulled the foreskin and proceeded to swallow half of his shaft. Hadrien was rubbing his prisoner's hair softly. "That's good, oh gosh you're such a good boy" Victor felt encouraged to continue and tested the limits of his capacities. He tried to go further and gagged a little. Hadrien took his dick out of Victor's mouth. He looked puzzled at his captor. "Open your mouth whore-boy" Victor obeyed. He wanked his own cock and a few seconds later he released heavy drops of cum all over the prince's face, in his eyes and mouth. Victor was very unexperimented, and he kept his eyes opened. Of course, he did not know that soon enough the cum would turn his eyes sore and red. Hadrien though this was incredibly hot and submissive however and wanted to keep this a tradition from now on. Hadrien was weakened from his orgasm, and he needed to sit. Once he was back on the marble bench, he grabbed Victor by the neck and pulled his face towards him. He stared at the cum soaked face and kissed him. He could taste his own cum on his lips. "Guards!" Shouted the general. "Yes Sir!" Answered the guard that just stormed into the room "Get the servant to wash his Imperial Highness. And send him back to my room when that's done" commanded the general while getting out of the water. His deflating cock bouncing and dripping water on the marble floor. "Right away Sir" "Oh and ask the kitchen to prepare a trail of food as well, I want it delivered to my apartments" "Yes Sir!" The guard bowed his head to the prince before leaving the room.