“Make me understand the lesson, so I’ll find myself. So I won’t be lost again.”
Bernard Tristan Foong
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Mario, like many artistic fashion photographers of his generation, preferred to capture his naked and/or semi-naked subjects posing against the great Gothic backdrop high above ground. Ladders and scaffolding were already in place when I arrived with Elizabeth and Monsieur Dubois in the late afternoon. The male and female models, doing a group couture fashion shoot were already posing above and in Notre Dame de Paris. Their fancy outfits, arranged sexily on their sinewy physiques, were practically falling off them. As the shoot progressed in intensity, these expensive coverings were shed, only to be used as transparent, seductive shielding for their private areas.
I was glad to be back by Andy’s side. That morning after my sensual pretended sleep foreplay with Alain, I was left with an unrequited sexual thirst I had seldom experienced. In the past, my liaisons had progressed all the way. Now Monsieur Dubois had stirred in me an euphoria similar to the sensual hunger I had for Andy when I was in Nikee’s care. I had unconsciously fallen prey to a parlous liaison that I dared not speak its name. I was slowly descending into a psychological trap which only my professor had the audacity to play. Alain was secretly testing my emotional strength, silently observing to see if I would pass the ‘big brother’s test. A reticent examination I had no idea was bestowed upon me.
For the moment, I was overjoyed to be with my Valet again. He was my protector and like the couture outfits we were using as our last protective divide, I was clinging onto my lover for life, afraid to bare the last vestige of my vulnerability. This Frenchman was already gaining a precariousness grip on my unquenched soul.
When my turn arrived to pair with Andy and Alain, I was in a state of panic. I was afraid my libido would show through my faux pretense when sandwiched between my semi-naked Valet and the half-clothed Dubois. As much as I tried to calm myself, my thumping heart pounded rapidly. I was afraid that Andy would sense my perturbed state. He whispered in my ear as the photographers clicked away at our 3-way liaison, “Young, are you alright? You haven’t been yourself since we arrived in Paris. Tell me what the matter is.”
I did not reply, instead I pressed my face against my protector’s muscular chest. I did not want him to see my flushed cheeks. Alain, aware of our sexual game, began pressing his growing groin against my derriere. He knew I desired him, and he also knew I was at a loss around him. I held my lover tightly; I did not know how to respond to this alpha male, who was sensually gyrating his pelvis against my buttocks. He was toying with my emotions, trying to gain control of my soul. I needed Andy to rescue me from my inner turmoil, a chaos I did not know how to deal with.
Alain’s excitement grew as he witnessed my Valet and my passionate kisses. I dared not turn to face my teacher. I was afraid I would lose my propriety and give in to him. Most importantly, I did not want to jeopardize my love for Andy, who had nurtured and loved me unconditionally; I was his boy. Besides, this simulated sensuality was a photography exercise. It was not meant to be real.
Mario & Aziz wanted to do some adventurous shots. They had Andy and me lay in compromising positions on top of several grotesque-looking gargoyles that jutted out from the roof. As much as I was afraid of heights, I also wanted to overcome my fear, so I agreed to climb onto the back of the creature. As we twisted this way and that for the camera, I couldn’t help stealing secret glances at Alain, who was standing on a nearby balcony to observe our performance. I was unconsciously falling head over heels for this alluring man. The harder I resisted his temptation, the further I descended into his charismatic grip. I clung passionate to my lover, causing him to query with concern, “Young, are you alright? Are you afraid of the gargoyles? Of falling?”
I replied, “These creatures are scary, but I’m determined to overcome my acrophobia.”
Andy replied, “You don’t have to be scared of these sculptures. Gargoyles are said to frighten off evil and harmful spirits and protect those whom they guard.”
In truth I was more afraid of Monsieur Dubois than the gargouilles (gargoyles). I was already infatuated with the Frenchman without having to consummate our union. Like a creature in the legend of the gargouille, Alain was swallowing me into his garganta (gargoyle’s “throat”). I was trapped like a butterfly in a spider’s web, desperately struggling to get free from this psychological sadomasochistic bondage. He had encased me into an emotional cataclysm.
When Mario suggested I pose for some pictures with Alain, my heart pounded more furiously than it already was. As hard as I as tried to keep my composure, I had a hunch that he knew he already had me in his clutches. Our lips were close to touching, yet he hesitated, determined to drive me provocatively insane with his sensual titillation. I pressed my eyes shut, afraid to look him in the eyes. I was frightened by this attractive specimen that had so conspicuously taken hold of my person. I hated the feeling of not being in control, yet I wanted to understand Monsieur Dubois, the person behind the mask he so cleverly wore to disguise the real Alain. Posing erotically with the Frenchman had sent me into a tailspin.
When Aziz suggested Dubois and I pose seductively against a large stained glass window, my heart missed several beats. Without my lover in between, Alain became more brazen. His closeness intimidated me as I leaned onto his bare chest. His intoxicating masculinity sent currents of pulsating shivers through my body. He held me tighter, as if I would dissipate from his already firm grip. I stole a glance at his handsome face. A pair of piercing blue eyes stared back at me adoringly. For a fleeting moment, the reflection of the colored stained glass casted an ephemeral golden halo around his resplendent hair. Suddenly, I envisioned a multifaceted celestial being in Dubois. His flawless skin radiated a shimmering glow, as if God were beside me. I was awed by such an unearthly beauty. Goosebumps formed on my skin. His lips were almost touching mine, yet he refrained from kissing. Everything around swirled, yet I remained motionless, suspended in mid-air. Time stood still. When I finally snapped out of this apotheosis, I was even more unnerved by this man than I had been before our photo-shoot. I did not understand the cognitive hold he had on me. I dared not tell my beloved Andy of my evanescent experience. I was petrified of this empyreal individual.
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From the back cover:
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
Debauchery is the triquel to A Harem Boy’s Saga, a provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society through his UK boarding school. From there, he was spirited to the Middle East to attend the Bahriji (Oasis) School in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for Harem services for the wealthy elite.
It is also a love story between the young man, his ‘Big Brother,’ and his ‘Valet,’ who served as his chaperones and mentors.
This book follows the teenagers’ erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their third Arabian Household Harem, the Quwah. There, they became confidants to a prince, assistants in an international dance club venture, “Carousel,” and apprentices and models in a controversial photography project, “Sacred Sex in Sacred Places.”
This story is an account of the author’s experiences. Through these truths, often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnation and negativity related to sexuality, love, and personal freedom.
A Harem Boy’s Saga is a series of five volumes.
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