Jason and I became good friends. We were not allowed out at night. George said that the police may still be looking for us and even though my hair was now longer and dark and Jasons's was blond, he did not want us to take any chances.
Jason talked a lot about his early life. It was much more exciting than mine. We agreed that he had enjoyed a much better childhood, travelling the country, working the stalls at amusement fairs and other stuff which I had never done, My tales of greek and latin lessons, rugby and hockey injuries were nothing compared to his experiences.
Now we shared a bedroom and competed to see who could pass wind the loudest.
In the day time we posed for George and the others who took our pictures and we had fun.
After about three weeks George made me telephone the police again to tell them who I was and that I was OK. This time it was tough as the woman at the other end of the line tried to keeo me on the line, telling me how upset my parents were. I thought for a moment about my parents but then the anger of their deception abput my being adopted took control and I slammed the telephone down. George had told ne that it was unlikely they would attempt to trace the call but I did not want to take the chance. Since I had started to live with Jason and George I had received my fare share of whackings and spankings but, unlike my earlier life, I was now being paid a lot of money for my discomfort.
The following weekend we returned to the prince's home by the river. We had been told that the girls we had met would be there but the prince would not, so no punishment would be given. With that fact at the front of our minds we looked forward to the meeting. At the house we were allowed to take the boat out into the river (with a servant in charge though) but the rest of the time we enjoyed being with the girls and having a great time. George kept a watchfull eye on us from a distance. The servants gave us all the food and dirnk we wanted. We played video games, tennis, swam in the indoor and outdoor pools and had night time trips to the outdoor spa pools.
We slept with our girlfriends.
At the end of the weekend we discovered that the girls were to fly with one of the the servants back to the middle east. They lived at the home of the prince and travelled back to England to see their parents and meet friends that the prince had chosed for them. They had shown Jason and me some of the gifts they had been given by the prince. They were very happy and the fact that they were also very beautiful was a bonus for us. we were surprised that they had slept with us and made love with us.
Jason and I thought that this prince was lucky to have such nice girls doing what he wanted.
After the weekend we did not see the girls for many months but we had news of them. The prince had ordered more films which Jason and I made for him. We gritted our teeth during the caning scenes which were a feature of all the films. We were allowed to visit the house on the river with George and did so regularly to escape London but it was never the same without the two girls being there.
Many months later we were very surprised to have an invitation to meet the prince again. George told us that he had another gift for both of us. We asked what we had to do for him in return and George said that we would have to do nothing. We dressed in a regular suit (my first and I think Jason's first as well) for the meeting. The rolls royce arrived at the house as usual and we got in the darkened glass car with George for the hour long journey west.
A superb dinner was served. The two girls were present and sat on either side of the prince, they seemed quieter than before and in some ways more adult than we remembered. Jason and I had a lot of lager and George gave us disapproving glances during the dinner.
After dinner the prince said somthing we did not understand and the man who had looked after us, if you can call it that , at the first meeting, stood up and made an announcement. He looked straight at me and said
''you have a strong healthy son.... the prince has given MR George a sum of $20,000 for your bank account''.
Jason and I stared at each other in silence.
The man continued '' the girl will show you photos now''.
The prince sat at the head of the table smiling and clapping his hands in delight.
''What does this mean George,'' Jason asked, beating me to it.
''I was not permitted to say anything before but Chris has a son, dont tell me you are that surprised after your activities here last year'' he looked at me and quickly explained that the prince had married the girl and she and the baby would be living at the princes palace in his country.
''You will be able to see him one day if you co operate Chris'' he said staring at me.
I was dumfounded. Jason looked at me and said ''well done mate'' and the girl I had slept with all thosed months before smiled at me with a lovely gentle smile.
I did not know what to say or do so I just sat still as the girl brought pictures of a new born baby to me. There were many phots and I looked at them all. I could not make any connection to the child and as I was only just 17 years old I was sort of relieved that the baby was not going to be my responsibility.
I was quiet and thoughtfull the rest of the evening. Jason and I shared a bedroom that evening and when we woke the next morning the girls, the prince and half the servants had left the house.
It was not until we returned to London two days later that I recalled my first meeting with the prince, how he liked western boys, how I had been told to spit my milk out when he was feeding me and the hard bare bottomed spanking I received as a result.
My son would be like me and his mother, blond, attractive and blue eyed.
What sort of life would he have with the prince.
To be continued...................