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The Royal Prisoner By Valentin Delgrado
Victor was sound asleep, and his breath was heavy. He was sleeping over the thick carpet in front of the bed.
After the bath, the previous evening, he joined the general in his room. When the trail of food arrived, the general made Victor sit on the carpet, like a dog. Then he was to open his mouth and wait to be fed, again, like a dog. The prince was too hungry to resist or refuse. He had get used to the idea that this would be the way he was treated here. Besides, he knew that was a comparatively good treatment. Not for a prince of course, but for a regular war prisoner. With a full belly, Victor was then told to sleep on the carpet. He was so tired and did as told.
Victor slowly woke up. The bedroom was still plunged into obscurity. General Ciabrini was snoring lightly on his bed. Slowly Victor stood up. His was sore from sleeping on the carpet. He could tell Hadrien was sleeping soundly.
Victor silently got on the bed. Being as discreet as possible he lied besides the young man. He could feel the warm breathing of Hadrien on his cheeks. The general's body temperature was very hight. Victor rested his head on a pillow and contemplated his captor. He was handsome. His muscles were flexing from the breathing. His face looked peaceful and cute.
With his fingertips Victor reached for his captor's chest. Slowly he caressed the slightly hairy pectoral and grabbed it delicately. He could feel Hadrien's heartbeat, slow and steady. Victor's heartbeat on the other hand was fast. He was very nervous.
Under the palm of his hand he felt the warmness of Hadrien's body. He was mesmerised by his captor's physique. He knew this could be dangerous, he knew he could get in trouble. But he the appeal of this handsome sleeping man was too much for him to handle. He delicately moved closer and put his head on Hadrien's shoulder. His nose was against his captor's neck. The general was still asleep. Victor pushed his luck further and with his hand he explored Hadrien's abs. He felt the soft and hilly smooth skin up to the belly button. Victor could smell his captor's armpits from where he was. The scent was driving him crazy. The manly scent made him incredibly horny and his hand reached Hadrien's pubic hairs. Suddenly the main door opened.
A Soldier entered the room. Victor froze and exchanged looks with the intruder. Hadrien was regaining consciousness and seemed unsettled.
"Hmm ..." the general grunted interrogatively to the soldier.
"Captain Valois is on his way General. He should be here in about an hour" Announced the soldier.
"Fine!" answered Hadrien before gesturing the soldier to leave with his hand.
The door closed behind the leaving soldier and Victor was once again alone with his captor, only this time he was awake.
"Well, what do we have here" said Hadrien, staring at his captive with a smirk. Victor's face reddened and he did not know what to say, or if he was expected to say something at all. At least the general did not seem mad he thought.
"How long have you been in my bed?"
"Only a few minutes" answered the prince shyly.
Hadrien did not seemed convinced and kept staring at the prince for a few seconds. He then grabbed the blanket and pulled it aside, revealing his naked body.
"Since we have some time before Captain Valois arrives, I suggest you train your oral performance then." His voice was not threatening like it has been the day before. He asked for a blowjob naturally, just as he would have offered Tea. The breakfast Victor was about to get was not Tea though, it was sausage.
The prince wanted it. Ever since he smelled his captor's armpit he wanted to get more. This time, unlike many times before, his lust won over his honour. He did not try to resist, not even to pretend he was forced. He approached his face from Hadrien's cock and opened his mouth. With his right hand he grabbed the base of the semi hard tool and guided it towards his lips. He kissed the tip.
Then he felt it again. The manly scent. The smells of Hadrien's crotch was even stronger than his armpits. Victor loved it. He pressed his nose against his balls while rubbing his cock against his face with his hand.
"You're such a kinky whore" whispered Hadrien while looking at his captive.
"Do you like it?" asked the prince, wondering if he crossed a line or grossed his captor.
"Your stay here is going to be much more pleasant for both of us than our respective camps would like to" answered Hadrien meanwhile he rubbed his captive's hair
"It's not really like I had any say in the matter anyway ..." the prince felt like he should emphasize.
"I will tell you a secret boy; your mouth can be put to much better use than just reciting princely credos you don't even believe in" the general fired back annoyed.
"Why do you have to be so mean?" complained the prince
"And you why do you have to kill the mood when you should be blowing me so we can both enjoy our morning for fuck sake!" Yelled the general
"Is everything alright sir?" a voice asked from the other side of the main door
"Fuck off!" yelled the general towards the door.
Victor was now afraid and uncomfortable. His eyes stared at the general expectantly and he dared not to move. The general regained his composure.
"Look, if you don't want to you don't have to. I'll get you a room of your own" declared Hadrien. His dick was now limp, but Victor was still holding it in his hands. Victor kept staring at his captor and resumed stroking him.
"I don't want my own room. I'm sure we can find a common ground on which to play with one another ..." proposed the prince, stroking the general's dick faster. Hadrien was getting hard again and his breath was getting heavier. Victor then opened the mouth and swallowed his cock. Hadrien felt the velvet texture of his warm mouth and moaned. The prince was getting up and down on his dick while he caressed his balls.
"You know I like being dominant right?" asked Hadrien moaning. Victor nodded keeping his dick in his mouth.
"You know that means I will push your boundaries further every day" Victor nodded again
"And you know that means we are not equals, I will be your master as well as your captor. No more high horses and princely behaviour ..." Victor stopped blowing him and looked at him dead in the eyes before answering
"Yes, master"
Hadrien was overly turned on by the willing submissiveness of his captive. His dick was rock hard
"Lie on your back" commanded Hadrien. Victor executed. Hadrien then took a pillow and with his left hand he raised the prince's butt while placing the pillow underneath. Victor's knees where now resting on his own chest. He knew where this was going and was very anxious.
"Please, Sir ... I've never ..." he pleaded to his captor
"You will have to learn to trust me a lot more in the future if you want this to work" warned Hadrien. He then pushed the prince's butt cheeks apart with both of his hands and pushed his soft mouth against the prince's pink cherry. He rubbed his wet and warm tongue around and inside the prince's intimacy.
Victor was in heaven. He never felt that good in his life, the feeling of Hadrien's tongue inside his butt was amazing and unexpected. He moaned profusely and held his thigh well pressed against his chest to give the general and easy access to his intimacy.
After several minutes of this treatment Hadrien judged that Victor was lubed and relaxed enough. He approached the exposed naked body of his boy and the tip of his massive cock touched the cherry he was about to pop.
"Have you ever ..." the prince began to ask, before being interrupted by the general's death stare. He looked at him in the eye meaning only one thing; keep your mouth shut. Victor blushed intensely and kept his mouth shut.
Hadrien pushed slowly against the tight hole but was met with ferocious resistance from the butt muscles of the prince. Victor was facing the other way and his eyes were shut. His face was crisped with anticipated pain.
The captor grabbed the captive's chin and made turn his face to look at him. Victor was looking at his master and his eyes were scared. Hadrien leaned his whole body and his face approached his captive. Their lips met and the captor dropped a kiss on the captive's pink mouth. Then his tongue entered the prince's mouth. Victor could taste the scent of his own hole on his master's lips and tongue, and he was turned on by that. A moment later the tip of his master's dick was inside of him. The pain was intense, but he was focusing on the kiss he was getting.
Hadrien was pushing his dick inside Victor's tight hole centimetre by centimetre, inches by inches. The prince's cherry was incredibly tight. The grip of his muscles encircling his dick made him feel exceptionally good. When he was almost ball deep, he paused for a moment. He broke the kiss with the prince and rested his head against his neck. He was breathing close to his ear and dropped a few kisses between his jaw and his lobule. Hadrien then grabbed each of the prince's wrist with his hand and pinned them against the mattress.
Victor sighted as his master pulled most of his dick out of his butt, only to push it back inside in a strong but slow thrust. Like a steam machine Hadrien fastened his pace slowly. Soon enough he was fucking him with full force. His ample hips thrust were painful at first. Victor was feeling dizzy and he though he needed to use the toilets as well. He was rather uncomfortable and nervous.
Hadrien however was lost in his own world. The boy was driving him crazy. Everything was perfect; the soft moans; the shy complains; the smell of his curly blond hair; the tightness of his butt. Even the weak attempt to break the firm grip he had on his wrist; the boy was perfect. He raised his head over the prince's and looked at him in the eye. A drop of sweat dropped from the master's nose and landed on the boy's cheek, giving the appearance of a tear. Victor was staring at his lover's face amorously.
"I never felt as good before, master" he then said softly.
Hadrien did not answer but he dropped kisses on his lips and fastened his pace. He moaned louder and his breath was getting intense. Soon enough he was groaning in pleasure as he thrusted ball deep one last time and contracted. Victor felt his balls contracting against his soft skin and his grip was now hurting his wrists. However, he did not complain and felt incredible with his master orgasming inside of him for the very first time. Victor wanted his first time to be special, and it sure was.
A few moments later Hadrien let go of the prince's wrists and placed his palm against his thigh. He then proceeded to pull out delicately until he was completely out. The pink cherry was slightly gaping but nothing obscene. He contemplated it for a few seconds and then grabbed the pillow under the boy's butt to toss it aside.
The general got out of the bed and stood up. His legs were weak from the hard pounding he gave the prince. He then approached the bronze washbasin filled with water and carefully washed his softening dick. When he was done, he refreshed his face and dried with a towel.
Victor was still in bed, catching his breath. He was exhausted and aroused. He had not cum and was admiring Hadrien's back when he washed. He was under the charm of this charismatic master and lover. But before he could wander too much the main door opened.
"Captain Valois has arrived, Sir" announced the guard
"I shall join him in the dining room. Make sure officers are there as well"
"Yes, Sir" the guard then bowed to the prince and left the room, however the door stayed opened after him this time.
"May I leave hmm... I mean must I stay in your bedroom, master?" asked Victor, uncertain this would not upset his master
"I will let the guards know where you can and cannot go after my meeting boy. In the meantime, do you want to join me to meet Captain Valois?" answered the general. He then snapped his fingers at the door and a servant arrived quickly with his military uniform in his hands. While he dressed the prince wondered what happened with his own uniform.
"If it pleases you master" at the earing of the prince calling the general "master" the servant stopped for a second and you could read his stupor in his facial expression. Both the general and the prince noticed but none of them said anything.
"Do you think my uniform will be ready, general" added the prince careful not to call him master again in front of others before he would be sure that is allowed.
"Mmh yes it might not be ready. When you are done find something suitable for his highness to wear Malik" commanded the general to his servant.
"Yes, sir"
When Hadrien was fully ready he approached the bed. Victor was sitting at the hedge naked, the sheets partially covering his naked body. He grabbed him by the chin softly.
"Do not call me master in public, never. You are a Prince of Imperial blood, our little games must stay between you, I, and our close guards and servants when that is absolutely necessary. Do you understand, your highness?" the general said, firmly but not threateningly.
"Yes general, sorry ..."
"You are a good boy, my boy. But you also are my prisoner and the most valuable hostage of the rebellion. If you want to remain here with me no one must know what is happening between you and I" concluded the general softly. He then kissed the prince.
"Join me when you have found something to wear" said the general with a smirk before leaving
When the servant came back, he presented the prince with a golden beige silk oriental shirt, a satin blue sirwal and a kimono-like dressing gown, also blue and embroidered with golden fabric. This was perhaps suited for a prince, but not for a prince of Corsica. Malik, the servant, saw the prince's face and he justified himself.
"I am so sorry your highness. That is all we have excepted military uniforms, I can get you one if you wish" proposed Malik, looking truly sorry. Victor contemplated his options. Wearing a rebel army's uniform was out of the picture by principle. He could simply not attend the meeting, but he feared to disappoint his master. Therefore, he decided that he would wear this oriental outfit and make the best of it, as a Prince of the thousand and one nights.
Once he was dressed, he was guided to the dining room. He had to go trough a large corridor with a glass roof, elegant crystal chandeliers and stone columns. He then had to go down a two ways spiral stair going from the first floor to the main floor in a great hall. In the middle of this great hall a large marble fountain with white flowers in the water. The palace was decorated with numerous types of exotic plants and flowers. This was indeed an amazing place.
When he arrived in front of the dinning room the guards opened the doors in front of him. The loud noise of the room went quiet immediately. The guards announced his entrance.
"His imperial highness, prince Victor of Corsica!"
All the military officers seated around the large table stood as one man when he entered and bowed their heads.
"Please excuse my outfits my lords, I am afraid I had nothing else to wear to welcome you. I was a bit in a hurry when I left Heraklion and did not packed my belongings with me" ironized the prince. The officers laughed and the tension in the room was lifted. Hadrien was sitting at the end of the table, presiding the meeting. Victor looked at him, and he seemed amused by the outfit and the joke. The prince was relieved but nervous.
Hadrien stood up and grabbed and empty chair that he placed besides him. The prince seated and after him so did the officers.
"Shall we begin ladies and gentlemen?" announced Hadrien, referring to the few female officers around the table. Captain Valois, that seated at the left of Victor, seemed unsettled.
"Captain?" encouraged Hadrien for the presentation to begin
"General, are you certain his imperial highness should stay?"
"Well, the prince is our guest here, and he is not leaving this palace anyway, so what is the problem" answered the general
"Well ... certainly" the captain gave up his protestations.
"As we expected, the effect of the attack on Heraklion was tremendous on the Capital. Accordingly to our plan our allies at the Parliament asked for the Prime Minister's resignation. Also Sir Fresnes resigned less than twenty-four hours after the news of his royal highness's capture reached Corsica. Now, as you know, our plan was to get the Duke of Bonifacio, with whom we have a secret agreement, to get elected as the new Prime Minister. Everyone expected the Duke of Bonifacio to get an easy victory, for months now we have been working with all our contacts to get him in the best position. However the debate for the Prime Minister turned into a total disaster for the Duke. His main opponent was the Baroness of Levi, Marguerite Vinciguerra. For those who do not know her, she is an excellent orator, and she is brutal. Before she spoke at the parliament, the senators felt betrayed and humiliated, and they were ready for important concessions towards the rebellion..." The officers listening to the captain were very attentive. Hadrien was nervous and he was tapping his foot against his chair, making Victor nervous as well.
"Continue" commanded Hadrien getting impatient
"Hmm. When the Baroness spoke to the parliament she gave a twenty minutes speech. She started by empathizing that the kidnapping of his highness was an infamy. She said that we were savages threatening the entire Corsican civilisation. She compared us to the barbarians invading the roman empire and she said we were enemies of the State. Then she said that the Duke was a wimp, a weak spineless noble that grew up with a title but no honour. She called for a government of National Unity. She proposed to lead the government of his majesty until the rebellion is crushed and that the last rebel is either dead or jailed." The officers whispered when they heard the Captain quoting the Baroness, Hadrien was quiet and looked angry.
"Silence!" he then looked at Captain Valois and expected him to go on.
"She galvanised the parliament, she really did. She was selected to be the next prime minister with an absolute majority. The next morning all newspaper had quoted her most famous part of the speech in their frontlines -We shall stand on principles or we will not stand at all-. The really problematic part is that the day after she was appointed by the Emperor she obtained that the parliament secures an emergency budget that represent twice what the Empire was previously spending in the war. It goes without saying that the Supreme General think that her appointment is a very bad thing for the rebellion. Our influence over the parliament has been reduced to virtually nothing. And we are expecting that Prime Minister Vinciguerra will be enrolling more men and women in the Imperial army." The dinning room was silent. Tension was palpable.
"I see" commented the general. "Is the Empire aware of our position?"
"It is my understanding that they are indeed. Still, it does not seem that they are sending troops in our direction. Quite the opposite for the moment" Hadrien was thinking and kept silent for a few minutes.
"I want all of you to prepare our headquarter to be evacuated from here within five hours if that was necessary. Increase all our watches and relay in the region to know if any army or elite troops are heading our way. I want nothing to be neglected, his imperial highness is our best asset in this conflict it is now absolutely primordial that we protect it. Now if none of you has questions you are dismissed"
Once everyone was out of the dinning room and that Victor and Hadrien were the only two remaining the general turned to the prince and said
"The coming weeks are going to be intense for both of us I believe"