Date: Sat, 16 May 2020 01:11:03 +0000
From: Valentin Delgrado <Delgrado@hotmail.fr>
Subject: Royal Prisoner, Chapter 6

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                        The Royal Prisoner
                       Chapter 6


The military tent was shaken up by the powerful wind blowing from the
Mediterranean Sea. The Rebel's flag was furiously waving over the siege
camp. Facing them the city of Jaffa and Tel Aviv, the last standing Jewish
city-state. The combined Saudi and Rebel's armies had stormed through
Judea, the previously large territory of Jaffa was now narrowed to the sole
city-centre.

Without military assistance from the empire, the city-state could not
hold. The Empire, however, never showed up. That is why the Consul of
Jaffa, a tall middle-aged woman, came to General Ciabrini's tent, to
surrender. Hadrien greeted her respectfully and was accommodating through
the negotiations. The Rebellion wanted to avoid being perceived as a bully,
so he accepted generous terms that would allow the city of Jaffa
self-administration, while still participating in the rebel's war effort.

Hadrien's military successes echoed around the world, at only twenty-five
he was the Rebellion's genius. Even though he was finally gaining
recognition and could ambition to threaten the whole eastern imperial
strategic positions, he kept a cool head. The war was far from being over
and won, and he knew it. The final Judea's surrender would give him time to
strengthen his positions in case of a counterattack. Finally, after five
weeks he was about to head back to Jerash. He appointed one of his top
military officer to settle a headquarter in Tel Aviv from which to oversee
Judea's administration and, the next morning, he left with a small escort.

It was still dawn when he hopped in the military truck to start the three
hours drive to Jerash. He absent-mindedly looked at the beautiful landscape
glooming with the first lights of the day. Soon enough the general and his
escort crossed the Jordan river and reached the arid mountains that
separated Judea from Jordan. It was eleven in the morning when the small
convoy reached Jerash. The small town was very much alive, and the oriental
markets were as loud and busy as usual. The convoy did a small detour to
pass by the Arch of Hadrian, the Roman Emperor and famous namesake of the
general. The Arch was adorned with Rebel flags proudly hanging from the
ancient monument. Hadrien was filled with pride. Less than five minutes
later the truck ultimately entered the Palace's gates and parked by the
main entrance. A guard of honour was awaiting him and cheered his arrival
with heavy rains of applause. The general was drowned with congratulations
from his peers. They needed it as much as he did, they gave up everything
when they joined the rebellion. If the rebellion failed there would be no
alternative for them, this great military success was a welcomed miracle
for desperate men and women.

Hadrien went upstairs in a hurry and once in his bedroom he demanded a bath
to be prepared for him. he striped unbuttoned his uniform jacket and threw
it over a chair by the bedside. He unbuckled his belt and firmly pulled
over the tip to take it off before tossing it with the jacket. He undid his
bootstraps and stepped out of it. His feet were sore from wearing them too
much in the past five weeks. He made his trousers slid to his ankles.
Wearing only his undershirt and brief he made his way to the bathroom. The
servants were getting the bath ready for him. He stiped fully and finally
dipped his body in the half filled jacuzzi. He gasped when his ball sack
plunged into the water, and when his shoulders disappeared under the foam
he moaned.

As his muscles relaxed, he cleared his mind of all the military affairs he
had to deal with in the past weeks. The tension dropped and he felt relief
that he was back in the Palace, in the comfort of his luxurious
headquarter.  After nearly an hour, he eventually decided that it was time
for him to have lunch. The servant dried him, the touch of the towel being
manipulated by the servant aroused Hadrien. No one took care of his sexual
needs since Victor and him had an argument. The war had him occupied with
other matters and it has been almost ten days since his last wank. The
servant noticed that his dick chubed up when he dried him. He looked at the
general with panic in his eyes. Everyone knew what Hadrien did to that poor
prince in the palace, and the servant wondered if he was going to be
molested as well. To say that Hadrien did not contemplated it would be a
lie. He thought best of it however and dismissed the servant with a haughty
hand gesture.

Hadrien was getting dressed to attend lunch, but his hardon was screaming
for attention. He sat on the edge of his bed, his trousers down to his
knees, his vest opened. He stroked his throbbing cock, he was so horny. He
moaned softly. He recalled his first time with his sister's friend,
Amélie. Her tits were dangling furiously while he pounded her on his
bed. Her lose red hair was spreading on the mattress like roots from a
tree. Damn she was hot, Hadrien was whispering naughty words in her ear,
she was a whore, a cumdump.  Hadrien could smell the rose perfume, his
memory was blurred. He was still whispering in her ear, but she was not
ginger anymore, she was blonde. No, it was not Amélie anymore, it was
Victor. He was in Hadrien's bed, in Corsica, being pounded by Hadrien. This
was as arousing as it was upsetting for the general. All his attempts to
think of someone else failed miserably. He could smell the boy, the bloody
rose perfume!  He was getting frustrated, and angry. Why couldn't he think
of someone else? He fucked so many girls, so many guys, but he could not
think of any other than the goddamn prince!

Hadrien stopped wanking, there was no point, this was going nowhere. He
opened his eyes and sighted. He could still smell the rose perfume. And
then he saw it, the vase filled with rose flowers by the nightstand. He was
frustrated and, as usual when he was frustrated, he was getting
infuriated. He grabbed the vase and threw it on the wall. The vase
shattered loudly, and the yellow roses fell on the floor amongst broken
porcelain and water. The general readjusted his brief and his trousers. He
was still buttoning his vest when the guard entered the room.

"Is everything alright Sir?"

"Get a servant to clean"

"Yes Sir"

"And tell them I don't want roses in my room, actually I don't want flowers
at all"

"Right away Sir"

The general left the room, he felt so stupid. Victor made him feel so
stupid, he made him lose his temper and behave like a psycho. He was done
with him, he was determined to avoid any contact with the boy.  He still
looked quite upset when he arrived in the dining room. He sat at the end of
the table as usual and the room fell silent. He quickly scanned the table
and noticed the empty chair facing him. The Prince was not here. Even
though he vowed to avoid him a few seconds ago he was frustrated to notice
he was absent. The effect he had on him was unacceptable for a respected
military general of his stature.

"Where is fag boy?" He casually asked the room avoiding staring at any of
them. His words however had the effect of a bomb. Everyone was dead
silent. Hadrien could see the shocked expressions on everyone's
face. Calling the prince, son of the late Emperor, brother of the current
Emperor, "fag boy" was clearly crossing a line.

"Prince Victor has not been eating here for several weeks now. He usually
eats outside in the gardens or in his private apartments" eventually
answered Major Graziani, breaking the awkward silence.

"Hmm ..." simply nodded the general like he did not care. He did care
though.

Hadrien's lunch finally arrived. When the plate was presented to him, he
raised his eyebrows a bit surprised. The servant must have caught his
expression and blushed. The general gave him an interrogative stare that
meant "What on earth is this?"

"This is called Mansaf, Sir.  Lamb cooked in a sauce of fermented dried
yogurt and served with rice" described the servant anxiously

"I hope you enjoy local food. I am afraid our supply in Corsican and
European products relied on the Spanish City States. Mansaf is rather good
actually" Captain Valois explained with a smile, amused by the general's
reaction. He truly was a spoiled aristocrat. Captain Valois wondered how
such an immature young man could also turn out to be such a military
genius.

Captain Valois was right, Mansaf turned out to taste better than it
looked. Hadrien expeditiously finished eating and left the dining room in a
hurry. He had nothing specifically urgent to do, but he wanted some time
alone to calm down and regain his composure. He could not allow himself to
have erratic behaviours in front of his officers. He went upstairs heading
to his study, maybe he could clear his mind while he worked on securing the
newly acquired strategic positions.

Hadrien was walking quickly in the long corridors of the first floor. He
was lost in his own thoughts as he was already thinking about his military
duties and the march forward. He turned left at the corridor's junction. He
smashed his body against another one. The collusion was violent enough for
the other person to fall on the ground. The other person was holding sheets
of paper in his hand, the shock made them fly. Hadrien hang on the wall to
avoid falling himself as well.

Hadrien looked at the person he just collided with and was about to shout
at him when their eyes locked on one another.

"Victor?" abruptly exclaimed Hadrien with surprise. "Well ... I mean
... your highness" he corrected himself quickly, cursing his stupidity
internally.

Victor was holding his head. He smashed his skull against Hadrien's
shoulder quite violently and he was almost feeling dizzy. But when he
recognised his aggressor his face radiated with joy, he longed for this
moment to happen for such a long time. He stared at him. He must have
looked like an absolute idiot.

"Are you alright?" wondered Hadrien while reaching his right hand to help
Victor stand up. The prince grabbed his wrist and stood up. His legs felt
feeble, but he was not sure if this was due to the collision or seeing the
general after five long weeks.

"I am fine thank you. I am used to being abused by you now" Victor laughed,
instantly regretting what he said. Hadrien smiled back though and the
prince relaxed. "You can call me Victor by the way, I do not mind at all"
he added.

"I probably should not, your highness" smirked Hadrien, the frustration and
anger he carried since his arrival in the palace being lifted.

"If I were not your enemy, I would congratulate you on your brilliant
victory. Your officers have been ecstatic for the last few days, I could
barely hear myself thought" Victor playfully teased

"And if you were not my enemy I would be flattered. I am not sure your
brother would share your admiration nonetheless" Hadrien shot back. The
prince's smile dropped, he felt sad when his brother was mentioned. The
general shouted at himself internally "Good job bloody idiot" he thought.

"Did you enjoy the piano? Prince Muhammad told me you were very font of
playing music, so I thought ..." Hadrien asked, changing the subject from
his disastrous remark

"Oh yes, thank you very much. I was really moved by your kind gesture. I
wonder what else did you say about me ..." he interrupted the general
smiling again. He wanted to let Hadrien know how much he appreciated the
gift but did not want to be too inappropriate.

"Well ... You certainly did a good impression; he could not stop talking
about how intriguing you were. Honestly, it was almost annoying at some
point" the general teased with a smile. Victor giggled and wondered if the
general was not over-exaggerating things a little.

"It was fun having him around, life around here was so dull when you left
..." eventually answered the prince. He added the second part of his answer
without too much thinking. Now that it was said however he thought that
sounded cheesy and wanted to punch himself in the face.

"I thought you would have wanted me out of the palace on the contrary"
Hadrien said softly. Victor raised his head and stared at the general right
in the eyes before dropping a simple; "No!". The general's face could not
have been more red. He was blushing like a young teenager. He felt so
goddam stupid.

"Well ... Uh ... I need to work, I have so much to do you know ..."
stammered the general while scratching his head. He was unsettled by the
prince's blunt answer.

"Oh, yes of course" Victor answered. The disappointment was audible in his
voice.

"I will see you soon. Next time I will avoid dislocating your shoulder as
well" Hadrien laughed. Victor giggled in return. The general then smiled at
the prince and made his way to his study. Victor was stunned, Hadrien was
back in the palace. Every day during those five weeks he pictured his
reunion with him, he was very nervous about it. Reality exceeded his
expectations however, the chat was natural, fluid. It was just like old
friends chatting casually with one another. They even seemed to flirt a
little.

Victor, after a moment just standing there in the corridor, decided to head
back to his apartments. He sat on the couch dumbfounded, wondering what was
next for him. Could the rebels really defeat the current government? And
then what would happened? Would his brother remain on the throne or would
Victor be placed as a puppet head of state? He would never forgive anyone
for hurting his brother, Hadrien included. He simply could not accept to
play along if his brother was to be executed by these rebels scums.

He tried not to think too much on his future. For now, there was nothing he
could do but pray, for himself and the one he loved. He spent the afternoon
reading in his lounge then had a quick diner. He did not mind the local
food they were serving for almost two weeks now, on the contrary. He never
travelled in the middle east before. Being a prisoner here meant that he
was absolutely forbidden to cross the palace gates. He was the rebel's
diplomatic way out of this war and very closely monitored. Luckily for him
the palace, and the gardens, were large and luxurious. Still he was
frustrated to be denied all the wonderful things he could visit and
discover in the magical orient. In a way, eating local food was the closest
he could get to discover this foreign culture. That and learning Arabic.

After diner he relaxed in his bath for a while. Outside it was heavily
raining and he could hear the thunder. This was a rare enough occurrence in
Jerash, and Victor closed his eyes listening to the raging storm and
howling wind. In the safeness of his palace and warmth of his bath he felt
cosy and he dozed off. It was already late when he was awakened by one of
his servants.

"Your highness? Your highness, the bath is getting cold ..." the servant
whispered softly. Victor opened his eyes and regained conscientiousness

"Hmm, what? What time is it?" he asked while redressing so he was sitting
in the bath

"It is almost 11pm your highness"

Victor sighted. He knew that because he napped so late, he would most
likely get sleep very little tonight. And if daytime was dull in the
palace, night-time was even worse. He contemplated what he could do to keep
himself busy. He did not feel like reading another book. The rain was still
pouring outside, it sounded like music. Music! Maybe he could go to the
library and play some piano. Since the Library was far from any bedrooms it
was unlikely that he would bother anyone. And if he did, well, let us say
there are some advantages from being a prince. After he dried, he dressed
with a simple white silk T-shirt, a black velvet sweatpants and a black
silk dressing gown. This outfit would most likely be considered
inappropriate for him to wear usually, but at this time of the night he was
unlikely to meet anyone.

As he walked along the corridors, he could hear the wind whistling through
the windows of the empty rooms of this large palace. The ambiance was
spooky, and the prince hurried to the library. When he entered the room, it
was plunged into darkness. He knew the library rather well however, and he
made his way to the end of it where the piano was disposed. The window by
the piano was soaking wet because of the the condensation caused by the
heavy rain and temperature difference. Victor turned a nearby lamp on and
sat on the piano bench. He took some time to decide what to play, and when
he made his mind he started.

Victor was taught piano since he was young. Hector's education was tough
and met very high expectations. Victor's education however was nothing like
his brother's. His mother was dead in labour when he was born. The first
years of his life were burdened by grief and sadness. Even if his father
never dared say anything, Victor was still feeling somehow guilty,
unwanted. As a consequence, he was a very shy kid, very sensitive and
quiet. His existence had always been a lonely one, with an absent father
too busy to take care of him and a brother too occupied with his outrageous
timetable. Everything changed nevertheless when he was twelve and made an
attempt on his own life, failed only due to a vigilant guard that was able
to stop him on time. After, nothing was the same again. Both his brother
and father paid much more attention to him, and he was constantly
monitored. It was from that time that he developed a close and intimate
relation with his brother Hector. Music was not initially part of Hector's
education, but he asked Victor to teach him piano. This was one of their
few weekly private moments together until their father passed away. Both
kept very fond memory of this.

Victor was now crying like a baby thinking about his brother, but kept
playing nonetheless. He was absorbed by his own melody, paying no attention
to the outside world. His fingers were furiously browsing the keyboard
while his head was bouncing up and down following the rhythm.

"I think I nailed it with that gift" A voice said behind Victor. When he
heard it a high pitched scream escaped him. He was unaware he had an
audience. "Did I frighten you? My apologies" Hadrien said laughing

"Sorry, I thought I was alone..." answered Victor catching his breath "Did
I wake you up? I beg your pardon, I really thought no one would ..."

"You did not! I just finished having a drink with the officers to
celebrate. Well ... Maybe I had more than one drink, I might be slightly
tipsy ..." interrupted Hadrien "Wait! Were you crying? Why are you crying?"
he added after scrutinizing the prince's puffy and red eyes and wet
cheeks. Victor was embarrassed. In his education crying in public was
highly inappropriate. Any kind of display of emotions was out of place for
his rank.

"Oh, no ... nothing, it's nothing really" he evasively said. But Hadrien
was having none of it. He approached the prince and kneeled right in front
of him. hesitantly he laid his right hand on the prince's left cheek and
dried the wet tears.

"I feel terrible... You do not deserve any of this. War is such a burden
for us all to bear... I wish I knew what to tell or what to do to make you
feel better, please help me" said the general without his usual
self-confidence.

"Thank you, general. I am deeply moved by your kind words. You are the best
captor one could hope for" the prince grabbed Hadrien's hand, still resting
on his left cheek, and dropped a kiss on his palm. The general was staring
at him dumbfounded. He was indeed tipsy and his facial expressions were far
more transparent than usually.

"You are so... Mesmerising, and handsome. You always know exactly what to
do to drive me insane" the general declared

"I think it is the alcohol speaking now" weakly smiled the prince

"No ... No, it's not" Hadrien insisted. The two of them stared at one
another intensely. Victor could feel Hadrien's warm breath on his chin and
mouth. He could smell the alcohol. He contemplated the general, his captor,
kneeling in front of him, in a position of submissiveness. He hesitated for
a split second, and then made his mind about it. He approached his face and
their mouths came into contact. The prince laid his hand on Hadrien's neck
and pulled him closer. He returned the kiss and they languidly made out.

Hadrien was still kneeling, and Victor was still sitting in front of
him. The general put his hand under the prince's thighs and rested them on
his elbows. He then stood up and lifted Victor from his piano bench. He was
now holding the prince entirely and was in the dominant position.

"I missed you so much Hadrien..." whispered the prince. Being called by his
first name for the first time by the prince made the general shiver. This
was a mark of true intimacy and affection and he loved it. He laid the
prince all over the piano. He kissed him all over his neck and around his
ear. Victors fists were closed tightly on the back of Hadrien's jacket. The
sounds of the heavy rain pouring outside were covered by the prince's moan
and the noises of the general's mouth kissing every parcel of bare skin on
his captive. He was lodged between the boy's legs and his rock-hard cock
poked his butt through his trousers. Hadrien lifted the white silk shirt
and kissed the prince's smooth abs while fondling his crotch through the
black velvet pants.

Victor's cock was already fully engorged, and he was in a trance. Hadrien
grabbed the pants by the elastic and made it slip to its thigh. The prince
was not wearing any underwear and his hardon fell back on his belly with a
thud.

Hadrien grabbed the exposed cock and swallowed it, tasting the salty precum
oozing from it. Victor was moaning erratically as his captor's tongue
explored his urethra. His lips were firmly locked around his cockhead and
he was slightly moving up and down making his foreskin roll. He fondled his
ball-sack with one hand and went further down with the other. When
Hadrien's fingertips reached Victor's hole the boy arched, and a gasp
escaped his mouth. He inserted one finger slowly and kept sucking his cock.

"I... Stop, I am so close... if you don't... uuh..." moaned the prince
while fidgeting. He was breathing heavily, and pleasure radiated through
his body. A wave of warmth that departed from his crotch browsed him from
head to toes. His hand laid on the back of Hadrien's head and gently
caressed his hair. The first powerful stream of cum plastered Hadrien's
throat and the loads kept coming. The contracting ball-sack was bouncing up
and down while the general swallowed every drop of the prince's precious
semen. Eventually Victor's cock left Hadrien's mouth with a pop. The prince
and the general stared at one another for a few seconds, the boy still
catching his breath.

Then Victor straightened up and sat, still on the piano. He grabbed
Hadrien's chin and directed his face to kiss him. He passionately
French-kissed him, tasting his own cum mixed with alcohol. Victor got off
the piano and stood right in front of Hadrien. He laid his right hand on
his torso and pushed him gently to make him sit on the piano bench. The
general complied, Victor kneeled in front of him and unbuttoned his
trousers. Next, he freed his throbbing hard cock from his pants and
underwear and slipped them down to his ankles. He himself slipped of his
black velvet pants totally and tossed them aside. He proceeded to sit on
the general's lap, facing him. With his hand he straightened up his dick
and placed it at the entrance of his tight boy's hole.

"Are you sure that..." Hadrien started saying before Victor placed his
index on his mouth to silence him.

"Tonight, it is not for you to decide, general" affirmed Victor. He slowly
sat on his cock and his face crisped with pain. He halted for a few seconds
to adjust with the pain, and then kept going. He could feel his hole
pulsating and the girth of his captor's dick stretching him obscenely. Soon
the whole length of his cock was buried inside of him. When his pubic hairs
tickled his hole, Victor started making out once more with Hadrien. He
kissed him tenderly, riding him in the meantime.

Victor was now riding his captor like a mad man. He was bouncing up and
down on his cock frantically. Hadrien had his head leaning backward and his
eyes were closed. Pearls of sweat dripped from his forehead. The prince was
gripping his shoulders to help himself in his motion and his muscles were
sore from the exercise.

"Look at me. I want you to look at me..." Victor demanded while grabbing
his captor by the hair. Hadrien opened his eyes and looked at the prince
dead in the eye.

"You are so sexy... I am getting close" Hadrien answered

"Good, because I do not think I can keep riding you much longer" and they
both laughed. Then Hadrien grabbed Victor's hips and immobilized him. Next,
he started pounding the prince himself, ferociously. His balls were
slapping the boy's hole with each thrust. Pounding the boy like that drove
him over the edge. He started moaning loudly and swearing. Victor leaned to
kiss him, and his moans turned into grunts. Suddenly he arched his chest.
His balls contracted. His large cock was pulsating and sending load after
load of cum inside Victor's hole.

Both were exhausted. Both were also relieved of all tension they
accumulated since they fought in the study more than five weeks ago. Victor
embraced Hadrien and kissed his neck close to its ear. The storm was
vanishing into the night and the quietness came back.