“All beings by nature are Buddha’s,
as ice by nature is water.
Apart from water there is no ice;
apart from beings, no Buddha.”
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In truth, I was glad to don the eyeless mask so I didn’t have to see the piercing blue eyes that frightened me.
“Young, there are several methods of Zensual & Zexual meditation. I will not go into all the varied forms. Let’s start with “Concentrative Zensuality” before progressing to “Regenerative Zexualilty”. Remove all items of clothing, don the harness and lie flat on the floor.”
I did as was told.
My professor instructed in a gentle voice, “Concentrate on your breath. Stay focused. Breathe in and out slowly. You can also concentrate on a physical sensation on your body...”
As my body began to relax, I felt a tingling sensation, like a light caress on the surface of my skin. Although there was nothing touching me, my body responded involuntarily to this sensuality. This reverberant energy was igniting a fiery excitement within my person. My mind turned to sensual and sexual thoughts. Monsieur Dubois uttered softly, “Concentrate on your breathing. Don’t allow your mind to run away. Bring your thoughts back to your breathing.”
As the vim encircled the erotic sections of my person, my aroused libido grew in stiffness. Sensual and sexual images continued to cross my mind and body, even though Alain continued to remind me to control my thought patterns and to concentrate on my breath. I was pulled in opposite directions. I tried to remain calm and still yet the unseen sensual and sexual energy demanded my undivided attention. I had difficulty focusing on my breath work.
“Go with the flow. Allow your thoughts to be your destiny. Release control of your mind and body. Go with the flow,” my mediator advised. Dubois was channeling his sovereignty over me through mind control, a secret discourse I was not aware of at the time.
I followed his instructions, allowing the Frenchman to manipulate my person without laying a finger on my body. We were already making love without physical contact. His sexual vim radiated through his aura; he had encased me. I responded wholeheartedly to my ‘Master’s’ invisible cocoon. My hardness bounced uncontrollably under his spell. Erotic currents coursed through my being when his warmth traversed across my nipples, around my scrotum and penis. My body gravitated towards the invisible energy as I plunged deeper and deeper into Dubois’ hypnotically sexual web. I was held spellbound by this Zensual and Zexual master of disguise.
Dubois continued to coax me into the rhythmic flow. “What do you see besides the tantalizing sensation you feel on your body?” he whispered.
My body palpitated as my spirit drifted weightlessly outwards. I flew through the French window, soaring into the night sky before glancing down through the window. Monsieur’s maneuvering palms were gliding effortlessly a few inches above my skin. His seductive fingers simulated caressing motions around my twitching nipples, my bouncing erection and my quivering scrotum. I surrendered my physique to this erotic sorcerer. He had my flesh begging for more. I desired release but also longed for this covetous sensation to last. His indefatigable potency was too irresistible for a young soul like mine. I was trapped within his aura, enraptured in a swaddle I could not elude.
My mind took on an opposing temperament. Surging heavenward, I glided higher and higher. The Parisian nightlights twinkled dimmer in the distance until darkness engulfed me. Basked in the remoteness of timelessness, a glimmer of light appeared. I floated buoyantly towards the incandescence as the illumination grew in intensity.
A blink of my eyes – a host of masculine angels had surrounded me, spiriting me to their larkish love cavern.
I was in a rhapsodic euphoria as the angelic host escorted me. Their scantily draped amorousness aroused me as we frolicked with abandoned dalliance. Their masculinity drove me insane with desire. Their conquering force was almost too ferocious. I could no longer stave off my emission. Squirts of amatory nectar gushed onto my belly, onto my chest, and over my head. I had no control over this omnipotent rapacity. My rapid breathing continued to heave in synchronicity to their heavenly chorus. Electric bouts of orgasmic entr'acte sheathed me in a series of incessant convulsions before I finally simmered to apathy floating in an ocean of nothingness.
“Return to us, Young,” a distant voice pulled me to reality. I drifted toward the soothing sound. The twang of a snap woke me to the present. A mess of gooey semen lay on my slender abdomen as my professor detached my contraption. He stared at me unflinchingly, as if to assert that I was his, and I was now his property. Throughout my service in the prince’s household, Monsieur Dubois never laid a finger on my person, but I was already his. This mind-controlling wizard had utilized Zentology to manipulate me like a string puppet, dancing to the rhythm of his bidding.
It was past midnight before Andy and I returned to our chamber. That night, I slept like a rejuvenated child in the cradling bosom of my physical lover, but my mind was now restrained by another.
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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.
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young
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The author calls the book a "triquel" to "A Harm Boy's Saga." From that point of view, this non-fictional investigation of Sacred Sex has much more intellectual underpinning than most erotica out there, but it IS erotica, from it's beginning at a British boarding school through its adventures in the UAE and beyond.The plot hangs on the purported training of boys in Harem services for the wealthy elite. And on a love affair among a young man and his mentors. Erotic pansexual coming of age tale for NA readers and up. This book follows the teenagers’ erotic and exotic adventures among Arabian elite. These tales, said to be based in the author's own life are told, so the writer tells us, to give a new perspective on sexuality, love, and personal freedom.
A brave book, part of a series which aims to change the way the readers conceive sexuality in all its variations.
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