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The Royal Prisoner
Chapter 13
"General, Admiral Corre is here. He says that's urgent." The guard announced to Hadrien as he was working in his study. The general nodded his approval and the soldier opened the door wide behind him.
"General Ciabrini will receive you, Admiral." The soldier said moments before the Admiral entered the room. Benjamin Corre was a fifty-three years old admiral with grey hair. He was a tall and strict man. As most people that knew the great plague, he had a darkness inside of him that was reflected in his behaviour. He was intransigent, austere, and he despised Hadrien for his frivolous and entitled behaviours.
"General, thank you for receiving me on such short notice. I know your time is precious." the admiral began. "I will go straight to the point. I have received orders to sail with the remains of my fleet and track the HMS Henri Giraud while the fleet of Admiral Balesi will sail from Venice. Together our two fleets will trap and sink the aircraft carrier and its escort. I am to leave today."
"I see. That's great news, I am glad to hear that the admiralty has launched an expedition to track down the HMS Henri Giraud. We cannot allow the Rebellion to appear weak in the eye of our regional allies, especially during the treaty negotiations." Hadrien answered, relieved.
"I quite agree! Speaking of, the Earl of Ulmetu is to arrive tomorrow morning in Jaffa from which he will be escorted to Jerusalem. It is my understanding that he will be officially representing the Rebellion during the treaty formal ratification." Benjamin added, matter-of-factly.
"Fine." Hadrien replied, barely hiding his irritation.
"I hate politicians as much as you do, General. However, the Supreme General thought it would give us more credibility to have an official representation that was not from the military. It would make us appear more acceptable, less aggressive. Less temporary too." Admiral Corre explained.
"Yes, I suppose he is right. Anyway, I will prepare for his arrival, thank you for letting me know. I won't hold you back further, unless there is something else you wanted to discuss of course?" the general declared.
"Thank you, General. Best of luck to you!"
"Godspeed, Admiral!"
After the admiral left Hadrien went back to work, and he had a lot to do. The ratification approached and much needed to be done to secure this diplomatic victory in the space of a few days. The general was exhausted and wanted nothing more than this whole international conference to be over. At some point, exhausted and starved, Hadrien interrupted his work and decided it was enough for the time being. He left his study and went straight to his apartments. When he arrived, he asked his footman for lunch to be served and decided to take a shower in the meantime.
The cold water reinvigorated Hadrien and cleared his mind. The fresh cold water contrasted with Jerusalem's warmth and washed the sweat of his muscled body. The general grabbed a perfumed soap and rubbed it against his developed chest, under his ripe armpits, over his abs, down to his crotch, against his balls and at the base of his thick cock. He caressed his body and washed meticulously his butt-crack and crotch. His soft cock was slowly hardening as the palm of his hand insisted on his shaft and the running water relaxed his body.
In his horniness he eventually started picturing Victor's naked body, his perfect bubble butt exposed indecently to him, inviting him to possess the prince. The same pattern happened again and again. Hadrien was getting horny, and no matter how hard he tried for others he eventually always pictured Victor. Recently, however, picturing the prince inevitably reminisced Hadrien how angry he still was at the prince. How obsessed he had turned out to be for his captive, and he blamed it all on the boy.
The general's horniness evaporated and turned into frustration and anger. He quickly rinsed the soap and got out of the shower. As he was drying off with his towel, his footman announced that lunch was ready to be served and so the starving general hurried up to dry and get dressed.
Hadrien sat at his table as a young woman arrived carrying a tray with his lunch. She began presenting him the dishes and while she served him a young red-haired domestic entered the room holding a bottle of wine. The general instantly recognised the boy, he was Victor's servant when he stayed in Jerusalem, he was the one that fell asleep cuddling the prince. Their eyes met and Sasha looked down and blushed intensely.
"Would you like some wine, Sir?" Sasha suggested with a palpable fear in his voice.
"Yes." Hadrien simply answered. With a shaking hand the Jewish boy filled his glass as the general scrutinized him with hatred. Sasha then nervously left the dining room and the general started eating. He savoured his meal in silence and peace, he had grown accustomed to oriental food and even liked it now.
The general's lunch was unremarkable, he was used to eating alone in his apartments as quickly as possible and then moved on with his day. When Hadrien finished his fruit salad and his hunger had been satisfied, he gestured to the young woman that had been standing up silently by his side while he ate to come closer.
"Bring me your colleague, the one that served me wine, in the lounge" he commanded the young woman.
"Yes, Sir" she answered, a little worried for the sweet boy she knew very well, before fetching him.
Hadrien sat in his armchair, stated, when the young woman came back with the distressed boy that followed her.
"Leave us now, I do not wish to be disturbed unless it is a matter of military urgency. Understood?" Hadrien commanded.
"Yes, Sir" the young woman once again answered before leaving Sasha and Hadrien alone and closing the door behind her.
"Your name." Hadrien asked unceremoniously with an aggressive tone.
"My name is Sasha, General" the boy answered, cautious not to provoke the military man, as Hadrien was circling around the boy like a shark around his prey.
"You must be a very special kind of servant to seduce a prince of imperial blood, aren't you?" Hadrien taunted sarcastically. "Is this something you do with your ass?" he added while grabbing the boy's butt, making him jump with surprise. "Maybe something you do with that thing?" he continued groping Sasha's bulge. "No I doubt so... Perhaps your mouth then" he concluded gripping his jaw firmly and forcing the servant to look directly at him. Hadrien's stare was so aggressive, so mean and threatening that Sasha started to sob, immensely intimidated by the general. Anger and desire rose in Hadrien's mind as this boy was in his hands.
"Please, Sir. Let me go and I will not bother you anymore, I swear! You will not see me again!" Sasha begged, crying.
"Oh, no! No, I think you misread my intentions. You are not going anywhere! You and I are going to spend some time together!" Hadrien answered, sending chills down the boy's spine. "Strip" he commanded, releasing his jaw that was now sore. Sasha had a moment of hesitation hearing the general's order and stared at him baffled.
"Strip! Now!" Hadrien barked as a last warning. The boy reluctantly striped from his clothes one by one until he was wearing only his underwear and then stopped. "Are you retarded or are you deaf?" the general asked rhetorically. Sasha pleaded with his eyes, but the general was not tenderized, therefore he slipped his fingers in the fabric of his underwear and stepped out of it.
The fully naked Sasha was then inspected by the general as if he was a piece of meat being sold at the market. In a last gesture of modesty, the boy had placed his hand in front of his crotch but Hadrien removed them, he turned around his acquisition and scrutinized the boy. He roughly spread the boy's butt-cheeks and introduced a finger. Sasha whimpered and implored him to stop, crying.
"You are a virgin?" Hadrien declared, pulling out his finger carelessly. Sasha kept crying, humiliated and vulnerable. "ANSWER ME!" the general yelled.
"Y...yess" The boy managed to answer.
"What happened between his imperial Highness and you?" the general inquired.
"Nothing, Sir! I swear!" the servant whimpered. Hadrien grabbed his shoulder and pushed his face into the wall, pinning him. Sasha could feel the general's uniform pressed against his bare skin. Sasha felt the man's bulge between his butt-cheeks and felt exposed.
"If I were you, I would stop lying! I am in a good mood now. Surely you do not wish to ruin it by refusing to cooperate with me? Uh? Now tell me the truth before I cut your tongue!" Hadrien threatened in a whisper. The servant was feeling desperate. He did not want to confess anything, of course to protect himself, but also to protect the prince. The last thing he wanted was Victor getting into trouble because of him. At the same time, he had the firm belief that the general was not going to give up until he admitted what happened and was satisfied enough with the credibility of the story.
"I...I gave him a blowjob, Sir" Sasha carefully confessed. With his right hand still pinning the boy against the wall the general used his left hand to unbuckle his belt.
"How did that happen?" Hadrien asked while unzipping his trousers. Hadrien had seen Victor like that, naked and hard, and wanted the prince again.
"His imperial Highness was taking a bath. I had forgotten to leave a towel in the bathroom therefore he called me to ask for one. I saw him naked and he caught me staring." Sasha explained as the general was rubbing a finger against the ginger's virgin hole.
"Keep going" Hadrien commanded. Not revealing to the frightened boy, Hadrien was picturing the scene. Wishing he had witnessed it.
"His imperial Highness was turned on by the fact that I was staring at him, he took my hand and placed it on his hardening cock." The boy described, his distress being gradually replaced with arousal as the general was less aggressive. "I stroked his hardon for a while and then I kneeled in front of him and swallowed his cock"
"He asked you to?" the general asked, being now more insistent with his fingers.
"No, Sir. I don't think he did!" Sasha answered.
"Then what happened?" the general interrogated.
"Then, I sucked his cock for a while, and... uh, then, we uh..." the servant stuttered, hesitating about telling the whole truth.
"And?" Hadrien repeated.
"Well... Uh..." Sasha felt that the general was growing impatient and he wanted to avoid being the victim of his wrath once again. "Then I penetrated him" he concluded. Hadrien grinned and chuckled.
"He asked you, did he not?" the general asked with a satisfied tone. "Do you know what turned him into such a cock craving whore?" he added without waiting for an answer. Hadrien grabbed his cock and rubbed it between Sasha's butt cheeks. He pressed the entrance of the delicate cherry and the boy moaned. "That's right, I was the one to take his cherry, just like I am the one who is going to take yours"
"Please, Sir, don't hurt me..." Sasha begged, anxious about what was bound to happen.
"I won't hurt you. I know you are used to the delicate manners of the royalty, but you will like my roughness even more, I swear!" Hadrien answered. The servant was not sure if that was meant as a threat or as a reassuring encouragement, but he knew there was no point in resisting. Hadrien spat in his hand and rubbed the saliva against his cock. He spat one more time and this time rubbed his hand over Sasha's cherry. "Breathe and relax" Hadrien added. The boy nodded and closed his eyes.
The general directed his rock-hard cock at the servant's tight hole and slowly thrust inside. Sasha squinted his closed eyes and pushed back the general's thigh with his hands but Hadrien did not move and kept pushing and gaping the virgin's hole beyond its capacities. Sasha grunted in pain as the general passed his second sphincter and made his balls touch the ginger's soft skin.
Hadrien stayed still for a few seconds, giving time for the boy to accommodate his girth and attenuate the pain. As a gesture of kindness, the general tenderly kissed Sasha's shoulders and neck and started pumping his cock in and out of Sasha's tight hole. As the pain eased the pleasure mounted for the servant. His ginger cock was slowly getting erect and he was getting goosebumps. Sasha's body was rubbing against the wall with each thrust. Soon the general's balls were audibly smashing against the boy's ass.
The room was silent except for the grunting, moaning, and noises the two bodies made as they overlapped one another. The general was deeply focused on his pleasure, he was closing his eyes and picturing the prince as he used the servant as his sextoy. Meanwhile, Sasha was overwhelmed by pleasure and trying to forget that he hated and feared the man forcing his cock inside of him, for he as well was imagining that the prince was lovingly deflowering him, instead of this brute. Without knowing it, Sasha and Hadrien were connected in their pleasure more than just physically.
Soon enough Hadrien felt his orgasm approaching. He pulled Sasha from the wall a little and grabbed the servant's hard cock before beginning stroking it. The ginger boy was surprised by this but as the general wanked his cock, he felt waves of pleasure being decoupled. Both partners were getting dangerously close to cumming and their moans were getting louder. Sasha was the first to shoot loads after loads against the wall, dripping over the general's hand. As he was cumming the servant's hole was flexing and tightening around Hadrien's cock, this massage sent the general over the edge and in a grunt, he filled the deflowered boy's hole with his cum.
Hadrien stayed inside of Sasha's hole for a while, catching up his breath and his arms wrapped around the boy's chest and shoulders. Slowly he pulled out, careful not to hurt the boy by being too brutal. The general had wetted his uniform with both of their bodies sweat. He tucked his softening cock back in his underwear and readjusted his trousers. He leaned against the back of his sofa and sighed.
"You are free to get dressed and leave" the general declared, suddenly shamed by what he had done and not sure how to act. Sasha felt degraded, humiliated. He had been raped like a piece of meat and now he was dismissed like it meant nothing, as if nothing happened at all. He was used to being treated as a subhuman by some of the nobles and important personalities he served, but this was a whole new level. He hated the general, he hated him as much as he loved the prince.
In a hurry Sasha got dressed, avoiding looking at the general, ashamed, and then he hurried outside of the apartments. When Sasha opened the door, he was facing his colleague, the young woman he worked with, Natacha. She had puffy eyes and had been obviously crying. She threw herself in the boy's arms and burst into tears.
"I am so sorry! I am so sorry Sasha! How could he, he is such a monster! Oh... I am so sorry" She cried. It became clear to Sasha that she had been listening at the door and that she heard what happened. The servant was somehow relieved that he could share this burden with someone else, he hugged Natacha back and a tear ran down his cheek.