Prince of the Ghetto

Prince of the Ghetto 11

Chapter 11

“I am not my father's son,” I told them, “I promise to, you know...eh erm...be a kind king and lead my country into a new age. I...I...eh-erm...may I have some water.”

I was standing in front of the United Nations. I had been given a speech. My uncle's people wrote it. The truth was it was hard to talk. The room was crowded. So many politicians were spread out across the room. I felt ashamed. It was my rightful throne. Why did I have to gather around all these diplomats to tell them why some usurper needs to be taken down so I can have the role that I was born within?

Truth be told...all I cared about was the fact that I hurt Marcus. I couldn't concentrate right now. All I really wanted to do was find Marcus.

“Where is Marcus?” I asked Zula, “Did you find him?”

“We found him but he refused to come.”

“He refused me?”

That was something that had never happened before. Zula seemed just as surprised as I was. This was embarrassing. This was beyond embarrassing. Everyone knew that Marcus was my right hand. The country literally became obsessed with calling Marcus my knight in shining armor as he escorted me through crowds or what not. He was that sexy bodyguard that all the girls crushed on. Marcus and Djimon were inseparable.

Until now.

“I'm sorry sir,” another guard replied, “Marcus refuses to come back around...”

My sister was right across the room.

I whispered to Zula, “Tell my uncle I don't feel good. I want to come down.”
“Prince...you have to. It's your duty.”

Duty.

Everything that I fucking did was based off of duty. What if I didn't want the goddam duty anymore? What I wanted was some time to be myself. What I wanted was the ability to see Marcus and be able to talk to him freely. I wanted to be able to joke around with Jalen. I wanted my life back. This crown was so heavy.

I turned to the room. This was my duty, “I apologize.”

You could hear a pin drop in the room. I felt so uncomfortable. What I noticed most was my sister. They had dolled her up in full African garb. She had tons of makeup on. She was barely a teen and they made her look like a 25 year old woman. Her advisers were sitting at her side. I was so sure they had poisoned her mind to make her think I was the enemy here. Even if I did step down what would happen? She would have to bear this heavy crown. She would have to wear this heavy burden.

I swallowed my pride and I read my words.

“How did it go?” Jalen asked me.

He was waiting for me back at the hotel room.

“Wine. I need more wine!”

Two servants came over each with cups of wine. I was happy that Jalen was here. It was better than being alone. It had been a long day. I watched as they filled up the cups of wine. I drank on it and crossed my hands.

“Are you OK?” Jalen asked me.

He had come over right after I told him that I needed him.

“My crown has been reinstated. My sister and her people will be arrested for treason on return to Swaziland.”

“Oh my god!” Jalen replied all of a sudden.

He was excited. I wasn't though. My uncle knew that all this would happen. He had planned it all out to a T. Everything had gone perfect. I had sucked it up. I had read the words that he gave me. I felt like I had done something great for the country. I had really changed things. I had made a difference.

Right?

“The coronation is in a week,” I told Jalen.

“That's exciting. Why aren't you excited?”

“I'm excited. It's just...”

“You don't look excited.”

“I'll be alone. Marcus is gone. I don't know if I can do this alone,” I explained to him.

“You're nervous,” he replied.

I shook my head.

He had no idea.

“Nerves don't describe how I feel. I'm about to be the king of a country in a week. Being a prince is like...I don't know, nothing. All I cared about was taking pictures and dinners and shopping. That was my life. A king is something different. I don't know if I am ready for that.”

I didn't believe I was.

Marcus believed I was. He was the only one this entire time who believed in me. And Marcus was no where to be found. I had hurt his feelings so bad that he was gone.

“What if---I came with you,” Jalen stated.

“Jalen its not that easy,” I explained.

He looked at me at that moment seeming completely confused, “Why the hell isn't it that easy?”

“Tradition, for one. What are you going to be? My boyfriend, my lover...what?”

He looked at me. Everything was so confusing me to me. Jalen was attractive. I had to admit that he was so fucking attractive. He took steps towards me licking his lips. He brushed up against me. Our skin tone contrasted against one another when he did.

“I'll be whatever you want me to be,” Jalen replied.

He was licking his lips.

I looked over at the servants, “Can you leave us...”

The servants were loyal but even they gossiped. I didn't want anyone hearing anything that they didn't have to. When they left the room Jalen didn't hesitate to move even closer. I had to admit that I was really turned on by him getting as close as he got on the couch.

The room was lit perfectly.

“I want to make love to you.”

“Jalen. I have to be honest with you...”

“Not him again. Please tell me you are not about to bring up Marcus again.”

“I have known him since I was a kid. I can't just act like everything is OK in my life. It isn't.”
“Do you want Marcus or do you want me?”

Jalen was mad. He was screaming. I knew that Jalen was the only one who ever got away with talking to me like this. The truth was that is what I liked about Jalen. I was having such a hard time deciding. I didn't understand it.

“It's not that easy...”

“Look at you. You are about to be a king of the country and you can't even make a small decision like who do you like more. What the fuck?” Jalen stated.

I could tell he was frustrated. I didn't blame him. I hated the fact that I was so confused. I hated the fact that nothing made sense to me.

Jalen also happened to be completely right. I was supposed to be making the decisions for a whole country soon and I was so indecisive when it came to my own life. How the fuck was I supposed to run a country? In a week I was going to be king. One week my life would change forever. I would have to put away all my boyish ways.

“I need time...” was the only thing I could think.

“Time. Fucking time? That dude had ample opportunities to get with you. He blew them. He blew them time and time again. When I want to get with you all of a sudden things are getting complicated. You guys had your whole lives for things to get complicated! It never did! It never FUCKING DID!”

There was knocking on the door.

Security. It was clear they were trying to get in when they noticed how loud Jalen was getting with me.

“It's OK!” I told security.

“It's not fucking OK though!” Jalen replied at the top of his lungs, “It's not fucking OK! This shit is really pissing me the fuck off man!”

Just at that moment security entered. Zula was leading the charge. Five huge bodybuilder looking men walked into the room. They must have thought my life was threatened or something. People didn't talk to me like that. That part at least was clear in my country. The fact that someone was raising his voice to me caused them to grab Jalen up almost immediately.

Jalen struggled to get away.

“Stop. Stop let him go!”

“Prince, he was threatening you...”

“It's OK That's just how he talks. It's the New Yorker in him...we just need a moment.”

“Actually we don't,” Jalen butt in at that moment, “You have a week to decide. You have one week to decide what you want. You know where to find me when you are ready to make that decision.”

Jalen was pissed. I could tell he was beyond upset as he turned around and walked out at that moment.

He was so upset that he didn't even take his jacket. I picked up his jacket from the floor at that moment.

“Should I return it to him?” Zula asked.

I nodded, “Yes.”

Just as I did though I noticed something drop out of his pocket. It was a flier. It was a flier from Brolic. Looked like Brolic was throwing a party. Interesting. I took the flier and handed Zula the jacket to return to Jalen.

I looked down at the flier Brolic was having a five hundred dollar cash drop at this party. Where the hell did he get that kind of money? That was when I realized. He must have gotten that money from when he sold me out.

Jalen was right. I had one week to rap up all my loose threads in New York. I'd have to figure out things with Marcus and I'd have to figure out things with Brolic...

Marcus was first on my list.

“This cannot be where he's staying.”

We had pulled up to a old bed and breakfast. It looked beat down. It was the same night as Brolic's party. I had gotten drunk a little bit. I guess it was liquid courage. I was going to face everyone before my coronation. I was going to make sure everything was up to par.

“It is sir,” Zula, the head of my security detail stated, “I don't think it is proper for someone of your stature to come to such a place.”

“If Marcus is here that is where I belong. Pull up the cars.”

Yes. Cars plural.

Now that I was about to ascent to the throne people weren't taking any chances. One Escalade and one Cadillac truck pulled up before my limousine. The Escalade emptied with my security detail. They were armed guards. I watched as the people in front of the motel cleared out when they saw my security detail. The prostitutes scattered to the wind. They probably thought my security were cops or something. It was interesting to see them running so fast that they broke their heels in the middle of the street.

The Cadillac had my servants. They were really useless in these kind of situations but my uncle insisted. It took forever for things like this. I watched as they started dropping rose petals in front of my feet as I stepped out of the car.

“Right this way sir,” Zula stated.

He guided me as I walked out of the limousine. Bums were looking at me confused at who I was. People were coming out of their rooms at the bed and breakfast to see what all the fuss was about. I watched some people pull out cameras and everything. It smelled like piss and cigars. I looked around on the ground. There were crack pipes and open condoms...everywhere...

“Zula...”

“Yes sir?”

“Carry me...”

“Yes sir.”

OK I wanted to say that I was changing but some things took time. Me walking on condoms and kicking away needles wasn't going to happen today or anytime soon.

I did a good old fashioned piggy back ride at that moment on the back of big ass Zula. Zula was no Marcus. He was nothing sexy to look at. He didn't smell like cinnamon. I wouldn't be having any wet dreams about Zula in my lifetime. However I had to say Zula was definitely comfortable carrying me. It was nothing to him.

I ordered the security detail to stay outside the room when we got to Marcus's room. I finally had Zula even drop me.

I knocked on the door.

Marcus opened. He looked at me with wide eyes when he did and then seemed to be looking at Zula behind me.

“Prince...”

He didn't have a shirt on. He didn't have anything but boxers on. His body was fucking sexy. Damn this guy was sexy. His dark milky complexion was flawless. I couldn't help but to look at him from his beautiful face to his slim waist. I couldn't help but to stare at his the bulge in his underwear. Marcus had a nickname back home. His name was Mandingo Marcus. I never knew why really but looking down I was starting to connect the dots.

“May I come in?”

“I'm not decent.”

“I've seen worse. As you were.”

He stepped aside. I walked into the room and closed the door behind me. Zula was giving us the look. It was clear that they didn't trust me in a room alone even if it was with an old servant of mine.

“So this is...home?” I asked.

I looked around.

Two empty pizza boxes. A jump rope. He must have ate a whole bunch and started exercising it off. The room was a mess. There were clothes all over the place. I could tell he was nervous by how he started immediately trying to clean up. It was so odd to see Marcus like this. I knew for sure that Marcus was the cleanest and tidiest person ever. Like he was literally the black, sexy, younger version of Mr. Clean (with hair). Since when did he become a slob?

“I'm really not decent, as you can see...”

“What's wrong? This isn't like you.”

Marcus sighed at that moment. I could tell he was trying not to get an attitude by how he was doing it.

“Prince Djimon, you know what the issue is.”

“Me...isn't it?”

“Bingo,” Marcus stated shaking his head, “Why are you here, Djimon. This isn't the place that someone like you should be.”

“Why do people keep telling me that?”

“Because it's true,” Marcus said shaking his head, “Don't you have some grand hotel to be staying at.”
“You can afford better too Marcus. I know you're not broke.”

“I'm not broke. I'm broken.”

“Broken?”

“It's called depression I guess.”

Fuck. It hit my heart heavy. Was I the cause of this? Was I the cause of Marcus being down in the slumps like he was? I could tell he was trying not to look at me. I had thought he felt so free after he left me. I had no idea that he would have gone into a depression. He had found some basketball shorts. He was about to put them on. I walked over to him and I stopped him. I don't know what I was doing. I just wanted to stop him.

“You're stressed...”

Marcus literally turned away but I could still feel him rolling his eyes at me even when he wasn't facing me, “You wouldn't get it...”

“I understand. I am stressed too. I didn't know how much of a big role you played in my life. I'd like to. I'd like to maybe help you relieve some of that stress. Maybe I can give you a massage...”

Marcus started to laugh at that moment. I wasn't aware I was making a joke. He was laughing as though I literally said some big ass stand up

“Djimon...please stop.”

“What? I want to give you a massage.”

“Have you ever given a massage to someone in your life?”

“I've gotten a million of them,” I stated shaking my head, “It always helped me deal with stress. How hard can it be? I'm trying my best to help here...”

“Prince, I appreciate it. But you don't do massages.”

“Yes I do. You aren't my servant anymore. How about tonight...how about tonight I can be your servant...”

Marcus looked at me. He was still laughing a little but now he was smiling. I guess that was better than nothing. I had put a smile on his face somehow doing this.

“You're serious...”

“Dead serious.”

“Fine. OK”

Marcus laid down. He laid on the bed, face down. I climbed over him. On the side of his bed was some oil. I looked down at Marcus. He was fucking beautiful to be to honest. His back was ripped and cut. His waist was so little and sexy. I put the oil on his back and started to massage him. I could feel him start to moan almost immediately.

“Feels good?” I asked.

“You're actually good at this.”

“See I'm good at something else besides online shopping,” I replied.

The oil on Marcus's body was something spectacular. The oil dripped down all over his back. I could feel myself getting aroused as I worked his shoulders. He was so fucking sexy. His body was something amazing as well. I leaned in on him to smell him. The oils rose up to my nose. It seemed when I leaned in however, he could smell me as well. He could smell the alcohol on me.

“Are you drunk?” he asked me.

“No.”

“Djimon...”

“OK..maybe just a little bit.”

“OK we need to stop,” Marcus stated, turning around.

I pushed him flat on his back, “Why?”

“I don't want...think this is appropriate if you are under the influence.”

“Relax. I know what I'm doing,” I replied before looking down at Marcus and asking him very bluntly, “What are you so afraid of?”

Marcus didn't reply. He just took a deep breath. I continued to massage him. I worked the oils up and down his chest. I made my way to his dark chest and his mahogany nipples. I could feel his body jerk a little bit when I rubbed over his nipples. I made my way down his abs. I made my way to his belly button. I started to massage down into his torso. I made my way to his pubic hair spot.

“Prince...stop please...” he was muttering.

He had said it weakly. Marcus was breathing so heavy.

His waist was so small. I started to take down his underwear at that moment. He had one of those V-sections that people dreamed of. I could tell he was panicking a little bit but he still wasn't stopping me. Him telling me to stop wasn't even convincing.

I took his shorts off.

“I am your servant to night,” I repeated, “What do you want me to do...”

“Prince...this is so inappropriate.”

He was still hesitating. His dick was so hard.

“Your body is giving you away Marcus. Your dick is hard as hell right now. It's precumming. I'm your humble servant today Marcus. Give me your orders. What do you want me to do...”

I knew a part of him wanted me to stop. I would stop I would leave and he would beat his dick like it was no tomorrow thinking about me. How long would we play that game though? I was right here. The liquid courage had gotten to me. Marcus looked up at me at that moment.

I could see all the longing from all these years rise up to his eyes.

“Suck my dick...”

I looked down on his dick. He was definitely Mandingo Marcus. His dick was huge and pretty as fuck. It was 11 inches probably. The shaft was huge around. I didn't even know how I was going to do this but I wanted to please Marcus. I wanted to make him happy. I put the dick in my mouth. I started to suck up and down his shaft. The head of the dick went all the way to the back of my throat. At first I gagged on it and had to take a deep breath. A long wad of spit ended up from the dick when I did. It lubricated his dick for me to go back down.

This time I played no games. I took no prisoners. I took his big ass dick as deep into my mouth as I could get it. I made circular motions working the bottom of the shaft as I went up and down his dick. I could see Marcus spazzing underneath me.

“Holy shit.” Marcus was saying.

“It feel good?”

“Hell yeah.”

I continued to suck his dick. I worked the shaft and the heady. I licked all the precum. I wanted him all inside of me. Marcus arched his back up on the bed. He was enjoying it. I could see his head flail back. His eyes shut hard. He was rubbing on my neck now, then rubbing on the back of my head. I went deeper. I took the dick as deep as I could into the back of his mouth.

I sucked his dick so much that jaw started to hurt.

“Oh shit. Oh fuck yeah. Suck that dick baby. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah...I'm about to nut. I'm about to nut.”

He tried to move my head but I refused.

“Nut on me. Do what you want to me. I'm your servant. I'm here to make you happy,” I told him all of a sudden.

“I want to nut in your mouth...”

“Do it...”

I sucked his dick all of a sudden. His body started to shake violently as his big dick started to explode sending streams of hot man nut into the back of my throat. He exploded in my mouth and was moaning so loud that I got scared that security would barge in and try to save me again.

When he was done he pulled me up to him.

For some reason after I did what I did he seemed so comfortable. He kissed me in my mouth at that moment. It wasn't about the sex when he kissed me. There was something else there. There was this distinct feeling of a man taking what he wanted. It was clear that he wanted me. I could tell by the way he kissed me like this. I could tell that he wanted me. His tongue was deep in my throat. He hugged me at that moment.

I cuddled next to his naked body. Even though I was fully dressed I felt so comfortable next to him at that moment. Marcus held me there. He held me and I felt so at ease with the world.

Marcus laughed at that moment, “I can't believe I just orgasm-ed in the mouth of the Prince of Swaziland.”

He was still holding me next to him.

“Soon to be king actually. Get it right.”

“Wait. What?”

“The United Nations sided with me earlier this week. At the end of the week I'm returning to Swaziland.”

Marcus all of a sudden stood up.

He looked at me. He was breathing hard as hell at that moment. He looked like he was really stressed out or something like that. I could tell he had something on his mind. It was clear that he had something on his mind.

“Give it all up?”

“What?”

“Listen. I love,” Marcus stated, “As the Americans would say, 'Straight like that'. There is nothing else to it. I've always loved you.”

“And I love you too.”

“I know that. I'm not dumb. Since we were kids we loved each other. I tried to get with girls hoping that it would stop the way I felt about you. That didn't work. I was always around you and you are the only person that I ever cared about...like EVER...”

“Marcus then we are on the same page. Come back to Swaziland with me.”

He shook his head at that moment.

“I can't.”

“What do you mean you can't? You aren't going to support me?”

Marcus was breathing heavy again, “I'll always support you, Prince. That's not the point. We can't be who we want to be there. America we can be. America is the home of the free. You have enough money to last you a lifetime. You don't have to be anyone's prince but mine. You can be my prince. You can be my prince for a lifetime.”

Marcus rarely opened up to me like this. Truth be told since we were kids this was what I wanted to hear from him. We were childhood friends but he had always been a servant. He had always been lesser than me. Now all of a sudden I was looking at him as my equal and it seemed like everything mattered right now.

“Marcus what are you saying?”

“I'm asking you to give it all up,” Marcus stated, “It may sound stupid. It may sound dumb. I want you to give it all up though. I want you to give it all up and be with me. I want you to be mine Djimon. We can get an apartment in America. We can live...like a normal couple.”

“Marcus...”

“Do you know there are states in America that gay men can get married? Have you ever wanted that? Because I have. From the moment we were kids I knew that I wanted to marry you.”

“Marcus...”
“So lets stay here. Let's stay here and you can be my husband....”

Marcus wasn't joking! This wasn't an act. Marcus was on one knee in front of me! Marcus had a fucking ring in his hand. Marcus had a fucking ring.

Was this his plan all along? Was this why he was so stressed?

“Oh my god.”

“This is the reason why I wasn't staying somewhere nice,” Marcus replied, “I wanted to spend every dollar on getting you the ring that you deserve.”

Diamonds. It was a beautiful diamond band encrusted in diamonds. I was crying all of a sudden. I had no idea what was going on. I had no idea that he was going to do this. I thought he was mad at me. I thought he was keeping his distance because he didn't want anything to do with me. Little did I know he was planning for this all along.

“Marcus...”

I was so stupid. His name was the only thing coming out of my mouth. Marcus was looking up at me. His eyes were so hopeful. The ring was still there.

“Djimon, prince of my heart...will you marry me?”

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