We stayed in the position for a good 10 minutes, but then he asked, “do you wanna drink something? I am thirsty… maybe I screamed too much!! Let’s drink champagne. We have to celebrate our meeting!” He slipped off from the bed and opened the door. There was a wine cellar, and he took a champagne bottle from the fridge. But what I saw was bizarre…. There were a sling and a fuck bench in the middle of the cellar. “Yeah, this is my small dungeon. It’s much nicer to be in a sling when I use my toys.” He popped the bottle and invited me to the huge couch and when I sat, he passed me a glass with champagne. “For us.” We sipped a little, then he started to kiss me. After some glasses and lots of kisses and touches, I was resting in his arms. Then he asked that question.
“Your family name is Rosewood, right? Are you related to Duke Rosewood?” The answer is yes…. But to be reminded of this fact triggers so many things in me. My parents were not bad people, but they placed too much value on the fame of the family. They had an open relationship behind doors, and it worked well. But when I came out, they were not accepting me well…. They said it was just a phase, and it would be over soon…. With a broken heart, I left our castle for generations and got a place in the city and started my career as an escort. They didn’t cut me off but treated me almost like I didn’t exist… for years we hadn’t seen each other.
“Yes, the current Duke Rosewood is my father, but we are not close these days.” I replied briefly. He sensed my nervousness and started to apologize. “Oh, I am so sorry…. I crossed my line… I apologize. I am so sorry.” “That is ok, no worries. But I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t bring this up again.” “I am very sorry…. But… Can I explain why I asked this question?” I was very irritated but nodded for approval. “Thank you.” He said and continued. “When I was 14, I visited a water polo game between two high schools. I was sort of an honorary guest there, so both teams came to my box to greet me…. The boys in speedo were so hot that I was so aroused…. That was the moment I was convinced that I am gay. But one of the boys caught my special attention…. I could not breathe due to the excitement looking at him…. That boy was the goalkeeper and excellent at guarding the goal. I asked who he was and was told he was the son of Duke Rosewood. Since then, I have always dreamed of this boy until this day…. I found a porn star who looks exactly like that boy, though the star was more mature and much sexier. When John brought up this project and showed me some escort sites, my heart stopped…. You were there…. Without telling John that you are my crash at the water polo game, I told him, "if you could get him, I would be in.”
I was stunned. I clearly remembered that water polo game day. For me also it was the moment when I was convinced that I am gay because I fell in love with the guest of honor, the prince. “Yes, it was me. And I remember that day very vividly. You were in light blue suits and a white hat. It was a very hot day, so you took off the jacket and opened the buttons of your shirt. Three buttons…. So, you remembered me? I was just one of them, and not the best looking one….” “You were the only one who mattered to me…. I don’t remember any other guys from that day…. I wasn’t watching the game at all…. I just watched you.”
I could not believe this was real, really happening. Even in dreams or cheap dramas, nobody buys such a story. Without a word we started kissing.
The bell rang 7 times, then he said. “Are you hungry? Usually, I have my dinner at 8. They took it to the dining room next to the library where we met. But if you are hungry, I can ask them to make it early.” “At 8 is fine for me.” I wanted more private time with him. “Great, for tonight I ordered a roast beef, because that is my favorite. The chef is really good at grilling. Are you ok with that? Or do you want something else?” “I love roast beef.” “Great, then let’s choose a bottle of red and let it breathe. Would you choose me?”
He took my hand and guided me to the wine cellar. His wine collection was amazing! There were so many bottles which I had seen only in books…. “Hmmmm today is a special day, so we need something extraordinary…. He took an old bottle and showed me the etiquette. “What do you think of this? It might be too old, but I haven’t had any appropriate occasion to open this.” It was from the vineyard of my family, but 120 years old. I had been told so many times how amazing the wine from that year was. It was special for me, because the Duke then was the first openly gay person in our country. He got expelled and disappeared with his butler, or better saying, his lover. But our family survived thanks to his legacy, though we don’t tell this story in public. “This wine is from your family and by your precursor of yours.” “So, you know what happened to him…” “of course! I bought this wine years ago, but this dried out my wine allowance for half a year! But I was hoping today would come, and if that would happen, the wine has to be this!” He spoke like an excited boy. “I will leave the bottle in the dining room, then my sommelier will take care of that. Oh, do you mind if he sips a little? This must be an occasion of a lifetime for him…” “Of course not. My dad would be jealous when he learns that I had this wine. We have only 2 bottles left from that year and keep them as kind of insurance for the time our finances get hopeless.” “Great!! Ok so please wait for me here, maybe in the sling? We can make love again before dinner, right?” He left without hearing my answer but walked carefully. Not to shake the precious wine.
Left alone in the wine cellar with a sling, I was wondering if I heard right…. Did he really say he will fuck me again? But he came twice one hour ago!
He came back in no time with lube and poppers in his hand. He saw me still standing there and said. “Oh, you are not in a sling, great! I regretted saying that…. If you were in a sling, we cannot kiss properly. He stepped toward me, held my body, and started to kiss. A heavy lustful kiss. But after some moments he slides down his hand to my ass and stacks his finger into my hole. That invasion instantly made me want more and I heard my voice saying “I want your cock in me. Fuck me.” I climbed into the sling like I was controlled like a puppet, placed my feet in the holders, and opened my ass.
In fact, my ass was sore after the hard intense fuck one hour before, and my reason was saying it was not a good idea. But I was in trance, and it all happened as if it were beyond my control, like a law of nature.
I was expecting him to fuck immediately, but instead of that he started rimming me and so soon added fingers, just like the last time. It drove me insane, so I begged. “Please, fuck me!! I want your dick buried in my ass! Deep and hard!!!” He looked surprised and asked. “But are you ok? Are you ready for that?” “What I am sure of is that I want it now!” Hearing that he jumped, reached out to the lube, and applied it to his cock and my ass. A lot of it. Then he hit the poppers deep and passed the bottle to me. I was amazed again how good these poppers were and felt my longing for dick more. He kissed briefly and placed his cock head at my anal. Though I had had that dick just one hour before, it was really challenging to take that dick in. The pressure increased and my anal was slowly opening. When the head went through the ring and popped into my gut, I screamed. It was painful. In a flurry he tried to pull his dick out, but I reached my hands, grabbed his ass, and pulled it to me. I did those things like a reflection without thinking, but when it hit the deepest spot on my ass, it was far beyond my expectation. I made a short cry, but he seemed like he was not hesitating anymore. He was building up the rhythm steadily and it got harder and deeper with every thrust. It was incredibly intense. But it was somehow different from our first fuck…. He was not that carried away and not using not much technique to drive me crazy. He looked more confident and natural. Also, for me it felt like the dick was in my ass because it had to be there. Though the sensation was as intense as the last time and I was screaming even louder, I was not nervous anymore and just wanted him. After 20 minutes hard fuck, he declared that his is close. I pinched his nipples hard to encourage him, and also to enjoy his nipples. I knew he could not escape from the nipple assault, because he needed to cum in my ass. He screamed with agony but this time he didn’t stop me. After some thrusts he came to me again. But I started to squeeze his dick with my ass. “Oh no; it’s sensitive, please stop now…!” He screamed but didn’t even try to pull his dick out. In the agony after cumming he started to move his hip again and fuck me. I pinched his nipples even harder with nails, “you! What are you doing?? It’s too much!!” He screamed but did nothing to stop me physically. He kept fucking though he was begging constantly. But then he took my tactic… offense is the best defense…. He held my dick with the right hand and pinched my nipple with the left hand. “Nooo!!!! It is not fair…. You dick stuffs my ass…! It is too much!” “Oh, you want more!” He changed his gear and started fucking me harder. I was in bliss and agony at the same time. Soon I felt he was cumming in my ass. A lot, again this time, then he collapsed on my body.
After some moments he raised his head and kissed me. Looking at my dick, he said, “Oh, you haven’t come yet? Don’t you wanna cum?” “No, I am ok.” “Are you sure? I wanted to cum together again….” “I am tempted, but I need more time to cum again….” Though he was obviously disappointed, he pulled away his dick. I jumped from the sling and kissed him. “It was amazing again, thank you!” “Likewise.” He replied. “Let’s take a shower before dinner. Or do you want to bathe? Hmmm but then we will miss the best timing for the wine…. Shower now, maybe bathe later.”
When we came out from the shower, I could not find my clothes. “Where are my clothes?” I asked. “Oh, are you gonna wear something? But we can dine naked…. We are alone except the sommelier/server, and I am very sure he wouldn’t mind. If you want, I can ask him to get naked. I know he is a serious nudist, so he would be delighted.” “I see…. But I would like to show some respect to the wine and my ancestor who made that wine….” “Right, you got a point.” “Though he looked a little disappointed, he agreed with me. “Let’s see if I have something for you. Probably my outfits are a little big for you…. Hmmmm so would you type your measurement on this tablet? I ask the costume department to bring a tuxedo in your size. They would complain behind my back that I didn’t let them measure you properly, but this is an emergency. Done? Ok, I message them. It would be around 10 minutes.” But immediately the telephone rang. He took the call and looked surprised. “It was John”x hanging the phone he said. “He says he prepared some clothes for you in my closet. It seems like he was much more invested in this project than me and organized very well.”
The wardrobe was very carefully chosen. Almost all scenes must be covered, from palace dinner to dirty sex party in sleazy darkrooms. Some garments were ones which I had seen in boutiques and but not bought as too slutty even for me. Looking at those he bursted into laughter. “You see how thoughtful John is! He thought we need those, or better saying I would enjoy seeing you in those costumes. Though I doubt that was not only me what he had in mind. In fact, he should have wanted to see you in those by himself!” “Ha! You tease me! Anyway, this is my first palace dinner, but I have no idea how I should be dressed. Tuxedo? Morning dress?” “Oh, come on! This is our first date! So…. How about this jacket? A bit transparent. And this sleeveless shirt…. No, only this leather tie! Perfect!” Well, his choice was more on the dark room side. “Wow! So slutty! Hehe ok it will capture my essence…” “I don’t mean you are slutty, just nobody else can wear those but you!” “No worries, I am proudly slutty. So now I choose what you should wear…. So, this dress shirt… and wow these transparent pants are sexy and tight. No underwear is allowed!” “No underwear….?” He looked reluctant, but I continued, “No underwear definitely! You wanted to dine naked, remember? And you fucked me already. And if my date wears those pants and shows manhood like yours, I cannot resist!” He smiled and kissed me. When we entered the dining room, John Sungham was there with another man with a decanter, probably the sommelier. Sungham looked so anxious to know what had happened, but seeing outfits, he smiled happily. “Well, well, what a sexy couple!! So, I assume you hit very well, right? I am so delighted!!! I knew you are meant for each other! May I propose a toast? The champagne is ready. And I heard you will open that red! It must mean this evening is very special, right? I am so happy for you!” It looked like he was genuine, and happy tears were running from his eyes. “Thank you, John! I cannot thank you enough. You have always been beside me, helped me, and made this magic happen!! I owe you my whole life!” The prince replied. The sommelier opened champagne and poured it into three glasses. “Oh sorry, this is David, our wine master. David, this is Andrew, Andrew Rosewood. Today’s wine was made by his ancestor.” Sungham looked very surprised. “Oh, then you are from the Rosewood family, and the son of Duke Rosewood…. That means…. You are Phil’s first love from his teenage time…. Because Phil was obsessed with you, I have tried to find you secretly, but your family was no help to find you…But now you are here!!!! I am so happy for you Phil….” “Phil told me how much he owes you. But now I have to thank you, too… you brought me here and let me meet this wonderful man.” “Sorry for interrupting, but champagne is ready and this is. Very fine one. It is too pity to miss the moment ….” The sommelier cut in. “Sorry David, yeah we have to toast, you have to join us, David!”
The dinner was amazing. The dishes were not show off, but simple and thoughtful. To serve the roast beef, the chef came to cut the slices…. The wine was beyond description, but I sensed the taste and fragrance of our vineyard. Suddenly I noticed this room resembled the dining room in our castle, and recalled that the main dish was always roast beef at special occasions, like my birthday, because it was my favorite dish. All of sudden all the happy memories of days in my castle came back. I missed the castle, our cheerful cook, cozy dining room… and Mom and Dad. But then the bitter shock of their rejection was revived, too…. Till then I had believed that my parents had loved me unconditionally and would have stayed by my side whatever would come around. Most of the cases it was true, except when I came out.
I was trying to be a cheerful guest, praising the food, sharing my favorite books, movies, and actors…. All of sudden the prince stood up, went around the table, and embraced me from behind. After a long silence he said, “I am so happy to have you here. Please feel at home. This is your place.” I felt like he saw through me… I was silent, but tears were running down from my eyes.
The rest of the night was…. Well not very calm in reality. Though when we had some more drinks on couch, it seemed like a perfect ending of a day, then till morning he fucked me more, came 5 times and each fuck was long and hard. It was not exaggerating to say he had a problem…. In the morning, my ass, mouth, and nipples were swollen and sore, and I could barely move from exhaustion. He was asleep calmly without any hint of exhaustion and looked stunning. “Just like Dorian Grey” I said to myself. Then he opened his eyes, pulled me toward him, and kissed me. “Thirty more minutes…” he said and then spooned me from behind. But his hands didn’t fall asleep but played with my body and I could feel his dick was hard. “Sorry, I am afraid I am too excited to sleep.” He said. “But you look so exhausted, and your nipples are swollen. You ass must be even worse…. So sorry, I was too much carried away… I apologize….” He took my shoulders like fetching me and continued. “Please don’t leave me… I will be more sensitive and thoughtful… Give me another chance…” I bursted into laughter and said, “what are you saying? Phil, you don’t know how difficult it is to kick me out.” He kissed me passionately and said “Well, but I really want to sleep a little more. So, you spoon me from behind.” He positioned himself in front of me facing his back and took my arms around him. In this position I could not help playing his body either…. I played his nipples a little, then held his hard hot dick. “You naughty devil….” He complained wickedly but soon started to breathe calmly and went asleep.
It seemed like I was asleep, too, and when I woke up, he was in front of me and watching me. “Good morning, darling.” He kissed me and snuggled on my neck. “Shall we have breakfast? I am starving! You have to try omelette here! Our chef is a genius with eggs,” saying that he sat on the bed and checked the time. It was 5 past 11. He jumped in panic and said, “oh, damn. It’s already 11!!!! I missed 3 meetings already and probably too late for the 4th one…”. He touched the screen next to the bed, then Sungham’s face appeared on the screen. “I am so sorry John, I overslept…. Just woke up now. I know I already missed some…” the prince was very apologetic. Sungham responded, “I have already cancelled all your schedule for three days. It is kind of a honeymoon time for you and Mr. Rosewood. Don’t forget to pretend later that you were sick for three days. Headache and fever. OK?” “Oh John, you are the best! I really appreciate that! Why don’t you join us for breakfast?” “Breakfast? Well, I had it 4 hours ago, and there are a lot of things to do. Maybe we could have afternoon tea or snacks together.” Then the video call ended. “Technically we don’t have to leave our bed today, but I am hungry… so let’s have… Brunch?” After hitting the shower, we entered the dining room. The same sommelier was there and said, “good morning your majesty. Because the weather is so lovely today, I took the liberty to set your breakfast on the terrace. The rose garden is in full bloom.”
“No, your majesty crap! Call me Phil! And thank you for the terrace thing. That is an excellent idea.” Then I recognized him, the sommelier. Of course he was David, the son of our butler in our castle and my best friend in my child days. “You are David! Of course! How could I miss that last night? I am so glad to see you again! How have you been? And your family?” “Of course I am David! And you are that Andrew? What a surprise! Well, when I saw you last night, I was so surprised how similar to Andrew you look…. But it seems like you didn’t recognize me, so I was confused…” “I am so sorry, I was not myself then, you know, in palace, new boss…” “no worries, yeah so nice to see you again!” “I am not your boss!” The prince interrupted. “Haha ok, sorry. Anyway, David and I grew up together. He was the son of our butler and house mistress. We did everything together, especially not too much recommended things. Our first beer, sneaking out….” “Oh, so you guys were….” “Good friends. Not a couple. David was very popular among girls and exploited his popularity to the full!” “What do you mean?? But David is gay…. He is John’s partner.” I was stunned…. “What?? David. Are you gay? But you hadn’t even hinted….” “And you neither. If you had asked, I would have left the castle with you just like the servant of Duke Rosewood the Wine.” “Oh…. But you found your love and are happy now, right?” “Yes, yes. Now I am happy that you didn’t ask!” “Ha! You say so!”
After the brunch we were lazy… in the couch on the terrace, reading newspapers, watching sitcoms, chatting, and of course making out. But for my surprise, the prince didn’t demand any sex, even though I could see that his dick stayed hard below the bathrobes. In the 4th making out I grabbed his dick and stroked a little. “Thank you, yeah, I feel the urge…. But you are yet sore, right? After that night, it would need some time to recover…. But…. You saw my collection of dildos, right?” “Yeah, quite a mean collection.” They are not for John, but for myself….” “Wow, so your ass must be well trained.” “Hmmmmm that is the problem. Yeah, I do use my dildos on my ass fairly often, but as I said, John is very passive…. He is strictly bottom. Once I asked David to fuck me, but then John was furious….” “So, you are….” “Yeah, technically my ass is virgin…. I am wondering if you would be my first….” “Oh well, I am also more on passive side….” “Come on, don’t tease me! I have seen….” “My videos? So, no restriction of internet in royal family…. Which one did you see?” “Free internet is a human right, especially porn!! Don’t you think so? Anyway, I have been trying to collect all your scenes, fan sites and studio porn. The last count I recorded was 237 scenes.” “237?! Do I have that many? “Not many enough…. Recently the updates were not very often…. I have been sighing everyday….” “Haha oh then you must be the fan who bought all the scene. So, we chatted sometimes?” “Exactly!!” “All right, anything for my loyal fan, of course!”
We ran into the bedroom, and I threw him in the bed. Ripping off the bathrobe, I was all over him… starting with lips, then ears, necks, nipples, every sensitive spot I learned last night. He hissed, cried, and begged to stop, but I showed no mercy. His cry got louder when I took his dick in my mouth and pinched his nipples. He pushed me away, held his legs and exposed his ass to me. “Don’t tease me anymore! Fuck me!” With a commanding voice he begged, but what I gave was tongue, and not my dick. Not yet! “You bastard! Devil! Do what I command!” “Oh, really? But you ass is moving like it wants more….” With a wicked grin on my face, I took his dick on my mouth again, but this time stuck three fingers in his ass. “Ohhhhhhhh, this is…. I am close, will cum soon….” With that declaration I retreated, of course. He hissed and started to stroke his now raging dick, but I took both hands and pinned them on the bed. “You! Please have mercy and let me cum…. I cannot take this anymore….” I was so moved that I almost let the hand go…. But only almost. “Don’t touch your dick, or I would not fuck your ass.” He laid his hands on the bed, making hard fists. Obviously, he was struggling hard with his urge.
I reached out to the poppers drawer. picked up a new bottle and passed it to him. While he was opening the lid, I applied lube on my dick generously. After hitting poppers deeply, he offered them to me, so I took two deep hits. He took another two long hits, and closed the bottle, but holding it in his hand. “Are you ready?” He nodded. “I could not hear you. Are you really ready?” I asked again. “Yes, I am ready, want it so bad, I want you to ruin my ass… make me yours….”
With that plea I positioned my cock head on his anal and started to push. Though he had said he used dildos often, his ass was quite tight…. So, I started to massage his anal with my cock head. Apparently, he was in agony but held my ass and tried to pull toward him into his ass. “Hit poppers.” I commanded and put more lube on his anal and my dick. He took 4 deep breaths and said. “Please, don’t be bothered if I cry and beg to stop….” I kissed him and started pushing again. This time his ass was much more relaxed, and the entry was much easier…. With a slow move it began to open, and my dick was going deeper, and soon the cock head was in. “Just relax, you are doing great.” I whispered and kissed him. He smiled a little, took some more hits of poppers and held my ass again. Without much effort it slid deeper into his ass. I made some gentle moves, though not hard thrusts, getting deeper with each move, and I was completely in ass. “Oh god, dildos are nothing compared with this…. It feels so big and deep…. And incredibly good and fabulous!” Hearing him saying so, I started fucking him properly, hard, and deep. He looked like he was enjoying his first dick, so I doubled the pace and the power. “Ahhhhhh oh, yes, that feels amazing… please harder….” When I gave him a particularly hard thrust. His dick started erupting all of sudden, without telling or even touching. I kept fucking without slowing down, he didn’t beg to stop…. “Oh, you! Please….” He was straying to say something, I speeded up even more. After then what he said was not words anymore but just sounds. I felt the next urge for orgasm building, and he started stroking his dick, but his dick was still very sensitive after the initial cum, but the poor prince didn’t have any other choice. He needed cum desperately…. So, I helped him by fucking him harder and pinching his nipples. His dick erupted again. His eyes were shining, and I thought now my life was complete.
The next two days were really great…. We were always together, had lots of sex, long slow ones, and also talked a lot. I had never been happier and more satisfied sexually in my life.
Then his working days started, and it was less relaxed than on the first three days. At 6am he fucked me really hard to cum fast, hit shower, had breakfast and at 7am he was a live tv interview for a morning show. After the interview he had a briefing on the next visit to some sports games, then another briefing about the next congress. At 10:30 he came back to his apartment in the palace, kissed me a little and fucked me again. The fuck was very intense, and I was really in heat, but unfortunately, he had only 13 minutes, so after his orgasm he left to an opening ceremony of a community center. I was supposed to go there, too, in case he needed his sexual release, though my ass felt the need to get fucked to the completion, and my dick was making stains even on my trousers. Because I was a hidden secret, I could not be in the same car, not go through the same door or be in the official waiting room where others could see me. I had to follow him everywhere without knowing if he wanted to have me or not. It was really nerve consuming and hard, not to say I had to get fucked by his monster dick without much preparation. Though Mr. Sungham told me this was not slavery, in reality it was very close to that.
This doesn’t mean the prince was a mean or not caring or thoughtful sex partner. In addition to this, his sexual impulse became controllable apparently after the initial first week. Sungham and also the doctor (well, for my surprise, there was really a doctor to treat his problem, and I was really a part of his program.) told me that they were amazed how much he had improved. Probably they were right. On the first day he fucked me in the lavatory of the vip room in the opening community center, then again in a locker room royal horse race stadium. The first day was only 5 times besides a nice long session after dinner, probably because he was satisfied after the “honeymoon” days, but the following days were really crazy…. It was like if he found 10 minutes between his assignments he demanded me…. So, we did naughty things where I had never dreamed of…. Like a small waiting room just behind the door to the throne in the congress, or behind the royal box in the opera house. (It was amusing to see him in a compromised situation…. He wanted to see the performance, but of course it is an optimal timing to have fun where it was dark and loud…. He even suggested to fuck him from behind while I could watch his favorite scene. But cruel Sungham denied his wish, so he had sex with me over his favorite scene. I was kind of proud and tried to help him to make him cum as quick as possible…. But he got too excited and needed to have two orgasms…. Unfortunately, my good intentions resulted not in the way I tried.) But after the first week he would wait till to arrive in the palace, or private space like hotel room or so, and the actual fuck/sex were twice or three times during the day. In other places he was satisfied with cuddling and kissing.
But this life was really difficult for me! I lost control of my life completely. My schedule was the same as his, but I had to stay hidden, so no fancy dinner which he was enjoying with prominent people, no interesting conversation with all the experts he was meeting…. At first, I tried to learn something or read while I was waiting…. But I had to be always sexually charged to accept his impulse, so it was not a very good idea…. So, I was more concentrated on the physical side, like the gym or pool…. I had never looked so beautiful before, though only one person, the prince, could see that.
Gradually this life became unendurable for me… True, I was paid very well and enjoyed luxury without paying any. But my life was not under my control, but just a hidden accessory for him. I was an independent individual, and had been proud of that, even if I had made so many mistakes, wrong decisions and though my career might have been questionable in the mainstream society, it had been mine and the fruit of my dedication. I felt lost and sad, even if my Prince Charming was next to me, or better saying, behind me fucking. The two months would be over soon, but if neither side would not claim, the contract would stay valid. I was wondering if I should continue or not. Financially, physically, and probably romantically I could not find anything better…. But….
The prince sensed my dilemma and was frantically trying very hard to keep me, though he didn’t know what he should do. He could not know because I didn’t know what I wanted or needed. I was staying silent and counting the days.
That weekend was off for the prince, we were lazy that morning. Just like the first morning together, we had brunch on the terrace and then laid ourselves on the chairs next to the pool in the garden. The pool was secluded by woods, and no skyscrapers in sight. We could hear the sound from a music festival far apart and saw some helicopters laying around there. A completely relaxed and private time for us. We kissed, cuddled, and made love. I thought if we could have those moments sometime, even if not often, then I could stay here, at least for a while….
The rest of the day was not eventful, we watched a movie -A Roman holiday, with which he felt very much related- and we played music together, he played cello, and I accompanied him with piano. It was a perfect day.
When I started our dinner, some noise came from the corridor and a very upset man bursted into the room. It was the king. I stood up immediately, wondering if I should introduce myself, or he would kick me out. But without paying much attention to any move in the room, he barked. “Did you see that? Did you see the news? How could you be that stupid!!!” We were silent in shock and motionless. “John Sungham, how could you let this happen? It was your task to protect my son, and the royal family!” He was literally screaming, but obviously not in agony of sexual pleasure…. “What are you talking about, father?” The prince dared to ask with a frightened voice. “Google your name, idiot!” Everybody took their mobiles and started searching. Some photos came up on the screen, and in these photos we- me and the prince- were in…. Naked, kissing in some, and making love in others…. It would be shocking to see those photos of his own son, so I could not blame him for being upset, I thought so…. Though the situation was much worse than that.
“So, who is this guy? Is he the one in the program to treat your impulse? I was informed, but no details were shared.” “Yes, father, he has been here to help me. Let me introduce him, this is Mr. Andrew Rosewood.” “How do you do? Delighted to meet you, Mr. Rosewood.” He stretched his hand. Even in this situation the courtesy of royal family dictated his manner. I took his hand, kneeling with the best grace I could gather, but before I could say something, he started barking again. “How could you be stupid to hide this gentleman from us??! For this kind of secret or operation, every possible means shall be taken. Besides that, he has always been with you and close to you, right? It is too rude of you for both, to me and to him! Is it your idea, John Sungham? To hide him from everybody?” “Yes, your highness, it was my fault.” “You should be really sorry! Anyway, now I have to start our risk management. So…. I apologize in advance for my direct questions, Mr. Rosewood, but here we don’t have liberty to be nice or polite.” “Of course, your majesty, any question shall be fine for me.” I responded. “The news says you are a gay porn star and escort, and very famous and popular. Is that correct?” “Yes, that is correct, Your majesty.” “Stop the crap of “Your Majesty” things!” The father was very much alike his son. “Hmmmmm, well though I have no intention to discriminate any profession, your career is not very acceptable conventionally…. Probably the situation will be difficult for you, unfortunately.” “I am perfectly aware of that, and it was a deliberate conscious decision to pursue this career. You don’t have to worry about me in that context.” I replied. “Thank you so much for saying so, I really appreciate. Anyway, probably we should make a press conference very soon, and before that we have to create a plausible story to minimize the damage.” The king continued. “The best strategy must be to tell the truth usually. So, now it’s the unpleasant part. Mr. Rosewood was found on a day escort site, and hired to release the sexual urge as a part of treatment of Phil’s sex addict, right?” “Well, if you say so, it sounds very sketchy…. But there was more!! You miss the most important element, father!” The prince spoke. “What do you mean? Are you saying this Mr. Andrew Rosewood is…. Andrew Rosewood…. Oh….” He stumbled a little. “Mr. Rosewood, are you the son of Duke Rosewood?” “Yes.” I replied hesitantly. “So…, that means he is that Andrew Rosewood? Your first love and love of your life you have been always talking about?” The prince nodded and was blushed totally. “That means…. What? Are you in a relationship? Or more like you hired Mr. Rosewood to keep him around you?” “Well…. I haven’t gotten any courage to ask him yet….” The prince answered nervously. “It has been only 6 weeks…. It is too early…. It is not fair for him to force him to answer this question.” “That’s right, but…. In this situation we need to go for a story that sells…. By the way, Mr. Rosewood, have you spoken with you parents recently? You have to call them; they miss you much but are afraid of hurting you again and being refused.” “What do you mean, your majesty?” “No “your majesty” crap! I told you already! Don’t challenge the king! Anyway, you know we, me and your father are college friends and recently we rebuilt our bond. Nowadays we see us at least once a week. He talks about you often in fact, and he is very proud of you.” “Proud of me?” “Yeah of course! You build your career without any help from them, and very successful, right? The comments or review are praising you as the national treasure. Your father showed your sites and…. Well, I am subscribed, too…. Basically, for the friendship with your father, but also …. I have a strong interest of bisexuality…. And my wife loves your contents…. So… we watch your scenes together often as foreplay….” I was speechless…. My dad watched my scenes? And proud of me? It sounded just surreal, and I did not believe anything the king told. “Anyway, probably we need to go for a romantic story for our press conference. Is it acceptable for you, Mr. Rosewood?” “More than acceptable for me. I believe that is the truth from my side.” “What is true?” “A romantic story.” “You mean…. “Meeting your son when I was 18 made me convince that I am gay, and since then he has been my Prince Charming on my fantasy.” “Hmmmm, what a cheesy story…. We cannot go for that stupid explanation…. And how about now? Are you somehow compatible?” “Father, even for you and in this situation, such a question is not fair….” “Well, you are probably right…. Sorry.” But the prince continued with a strong determination on his face. “But I need to declare that I love him and if he lets me to do, I am happy to leave royal family to go with him.” “Don’t be stupid! You owe the whole nation!!! You must not be that selfish. You have to stay in this family.! But the prince was not listening, and neither was I in fact. Now I have to confront my real feeling…. “I just want the best for the prince. My wish or will won’t matter.” “Oh, don’t be that diplomatic! My son just opened his heart, so at least respect that!” “I…. I….” I had been working as a professional escort and not allowed myself to have any romantic feeling…. It was out of question to admit any feeling…. So even at this crucial moment I literally didn’t know how I felt. I was confused and lost. But I heard my voice saying. “I love him, too. Of course I love him! I have been loving him so long and I love him more!” I was surprised at my words. The prince took my hands and held them. The king jumped and spoke, “that’s wonderful! Amazing!!! I am so happy for you, son! Why don’t you embrace each other and kiss? Don’t be shy!” The prince jumped and held me. After some minutes of passionate kissing, he sat and placed me on his lap. “Ok, then our tactic is, at first, I will criticize the news as a serious invasion of our privacy, then share the good news that my son found love. What do you think?” “Do you think it will work?” The prince asked. “Well, that’s the truth, right? If I say those things, at least it would be ok at the conference. You both have to join me at the conference. I am sorry to force you to ask this, Mr. Rosewood, but I hope you will understand.” “Of course, I meant to do so from the beginning.” “Thank you so much. I understand why your father is so proud of you. If you are ready, we can set the conference in 30 minutes. Is it ok?” “No problem.” “Ok then let’s meet in the press department office in 20 minutes. Please wear nice suits.”
We gathered in front of the door to the conference room. We didn’t speak much but we had a scrum before entering the room. On the entrance I was overwhelmed by the shutter sounds and flashes. The king stood in front of the microphone and opened his mouth. “Good afternoon. Thank you for gathering here in spite of a short notice. This conference is to address the news about the prince, my son, which appeared first under the name of “virtuous fighter” on the site of The Times this afternoon.
First, I need to emphasize that such news is a serious invasion of the privacy of our family and completely out of line. For us, such a media policy is intolerable and damages the trust and relationship between you, the media, and us.
Having said that, I would like to share good news with our people. As the images in that coverage suggest, the prince, my son, is in a relationship with a gentleman there, Mr. Andrew Rosewood. They are still at an early stage, so it would be too early and not appropriate to make such an announcement now, but to save the unnecessary speculation, we decided to share this. It is not yet to tell where this relationship will go, and I ask you to refrain from asking personal questions.” The journalists clapped spontaneously, and the atmosphere got relaxed a little. The first few questions were rather friendly, or better, they were more pleasantries than questions. But the next journalist was not very friendly and started asking with a harsh angry voice. “I am the one who reported the news with the name “virtuous fighter”, Alex Karens from The Times. At first l need to protest against the king’s emphasis at the opening of this conference. This was a clear denial of freedom of speech and ask the king to withdraw that argument. Our readers demand this report, and they have the right to know. Secondly a question to Mr. Rosewood. As far as my research tells you, you are a porn star and escort, not to say very shameless and disgusting at promoting filthy sexual activity. You are exploiting people by exposing what shall be kept private, namely sex. People must not talk about this filthy thing openly, not to say making money from that. Somebody immoral like you is a threat to the society and its virtue as you would agree. Now you are with the prince even though you have such a shameful profession! This is a huge disgrace for this country and shall undermine the respect from other countries, I have to say. Would you leave the prince immediately to save him from going to hell and also retract your filthy porn and close dirty sites?”
The whole room froze, and the king looked furious. He opened his mouth, but before he started to talk I stepped forward to the mic.
“This is Andrew Rosewood. Nice to meet you. But I cannot say I agree with you in any aspect of what you said. I don’t want to be judgmental, but what you said about sex work is horribly discriminating, deeply bigoted, and therefore inevitably immoral in the true meaning of the word. I pursued a career in the field which I love and am good at. I am proud of my career and now shocked by a fact that somebody dared to denounce somebody’s vocation and life in an unmistakably ill-willed way. Sex is not filthy or disgusting, but wonderful. I hope someday you would make peace with your physique and soul.
And I would like to address your accusation towards the king. You mentioned freedom of speech, and concerning this I share the same sentiment, especially because porn has always been the first target of censorship. Freedom of speech has to be respected. But at the same time I cannot help wondering how you could ignore the paradox in your logic. You said porn was immoral because it exposes things which shall be kept private, but then you exposed our privacy against our will and exploited it. You accused me as immoral, even though you shared the most immoral insight with all of us, namely bigotry and discrimination. For me it is quite worrisome that a journalist of a prominent media shows such a lack of integrity. You might be right, this country might be in disgrace. And if I leave the prince or close my sites? I guess you know the answer by yourself. It’s none of your business.”
The room froze again, and Karens tried to speak up, but another one raised his hand and stood up without being appointed. That was Graham, the owner of The Times and one of my best clients. “This is Graham Nachrights of The Times. Firstly, I love to congratulate the prince and Mr. Rosewood for your new relationship. As a gay man I am particularly happy to know this news because this shows very well how progressed our society is, and how free from prejudice our royal family is. I would like to thank the king from the bottom of my heart. Secondly, I am very glad to know that Mr. Rosewood respects the freedom of speech. But I have to point out that to attack a journalist personally could intimidate the activity of sound journalism, though I can understand well why Mr. Rosewood reacted in that way. It is hard to accept to see our journalist being attacked in this way. But at the same time, we understand privacy is a basic human right and today's news could be interpreted as an invasion of privacy from a certain point of view, even if the Royal Family is always a national concern. In this context I personally take the king’s accusation seriously. I sincerely hope we can establish a good, healthy environment for the media and royal family in the future. At last, Mr. Rosewood’s sites and scenes. I have to confess I have been a huge fan and hope very much that you would not close the sites nor retreat your scenes. Probably we cannot expect new scenes, and it is devastating for me, but at least please let us keep what is offered now. I beg you, Sir. And though I am very well aware that it’s not my business, I really wish the prince and Mr. Rosewood will stay together and let us celebrate. The celebration of the King’s wedding was also the best party ever in my life, and if I could experience that again, that would be my greatest joy. This was not a question but a statement. Sorry my fellow journalists for wasting this opportunity, but I had to convey the joy I feel now. I hope you will tolerate that.” Graham sat and I felt warm in my heart. That was his wedding present! Some other journalists stood and started to clap. A standing ovation at a press conference?! But the others followed, even Karens. Anyway, it was the end of the conference.
When we retreated to the backroom area, the King hugged me and said. “you were stunning, Mr. Rosewood! That was the perfect answer! You saved me, the prince, the royal family and maybe monarch! We cannot thank you enough!” “Thank you so much for your appreciation. That means everything to me.” I said in return. “Now we should have a celebration dinner! Tonight, we have to celebrate together, so join us in my dining room, not Phil’s private one. Follow me!” He led me to a huge, beautiful room with a huge dining table, and there were two people sitting there. They jumped up when we entered. They were my parents. “Oh, I took my liberty to invite my best friends to this celebration. I hope you don’t mind.” The king told me. They ran to me and my dad held me by arms and then hugged me. “I am sorry, Andrew. I am so sorry. I was… we, I and your mom were wrong. I love you and I am proud of you.” My dad told me this and then I was crying. My mom hugged me, too and told “we missed you Andrew. I have been always wanting to tell you that we love you and we have been, are, and will be always on your side whatever happens.” “oh oh! Your king is present here, be careful! A despot could do any harm easily!” The king made a joke. But then my dad responded without any laughter or smile, but very seriously, “If you try to hurt my son, I would kill you, remember! You can torture me, or execute me, but I will never let anybody hurt my boy. Do you understand?” The king looked embarrassed. “I am so sorry. I apologize. It was a bad, insensitive joke and I am ashamed. Please forgive me.” “Apology accepted, my friend.” David opened a champagne bottle at that moment. He always knew the right moment to intervene. “David! How great to see you again! I am proud of you, too! Call your dad and mom soon, promise? Your parents are always talking about a dream vacation with you and your partner, please make their dream happen!” my dad told so and took a glass from him. When everybody got a glass, my prince told, “you have to make a toast now darling. This is your night.” Looking at the people around the table, I was overwhelmed by happiness. I felt loved, protected, and could be vulnerable again. “Thank you, all of you, thank you” That was all I could say, and I raised the glass. All joined cheerfully though with tears.
