“Artistic temperament sometimes seems a battleground,
A dark angel of destruction and
A bright angel of creativity wrestling.”
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“We will take turns working the magic of Zensuality and Zexuality on each other. There is no time constraint to an individual’s experience. We have the entire night to practice. Free your mind and let your inner wisdom guide you to frontiers you’ve never visited before.” My teacher advised.
I chimed mischievously, “Ai, Ai Captain!” I saluted Monsieur Dubois as if he were the Captain Kirk, the head of Starship enterprise.
My companions laughed at my playfulness before we stripped naked to begin our “Zerotic” meditation.
Since I was the youngest in the group, I was the first meditator, followed by the Prince and Andy; finally, we all worked our “healing touch” on my teacher. Besides donning the leather harness, I was to stand upright with my hands tied above my head. My wrists were bound by a rope tied securely to a metal hook on the ceiling. My legs were spread apart as I stood firmly on the ground for mediators’ easy access as they laid their hands on the surface of my skin. I felt vulnerable, exposed. In the beginning I had difficulty concentrating. Sensual and sexual scenarios played actively in my mind as Alain’s soothing voice reminded me to relax and focus on my breathing. My imagination continued to wreak havoc. It seemed like hours before I finally calmed, and the tension in both mind and body slowly eased away. Under my professor’s guiding voice, I drifted into a tranquil state and managed to focus on my breath. A homey coziness coursed through every cell of my physique as I gravitated towards the heated ardor that was drawing me towards the energy field. I felt caressed, but nothing was touching me. These affectionate sensations surged through my body.
Unlike the other night, where the energy had emanated from concentrated areas, this time round, these caressing sensual currents billowed around my person, and I was electrified. Suddenly, I shot out of my body, only to see 6 hands canoodling inches from my skin. I swirled around the men, longing for their touch. Their penises bounced beside my nakedness. My senses intensified as my vulnerability stirred them to lustful amorousness. Wings began to sprout on their backs. Two males had gigantic blood red wings, but the third grew a pair of iridescent white. Their illumination intensified, blinding my eyes. I could not decipher their faces or expressions, yet an enlightened knowingness kept my vigilance on the red-winged angels. I sensed malice within their magnanimous demeanors. The third angel was watchfully protecting me. The duo encircled me, waiting for me to lay down my guard.
I felt drawn to the malignant pair. Their pernicious intensity hypnotized my boyishness, yet I saw myself in the image of a female nineteenth-century courtesan, like those I had imagined frolicking in Lapérouse. I desired the red-winged angels’ coveted lustfulness; my irreproachable naiveté sought to understand these malevolent beings. I was drawn into Lucifer’s erotic web. I was harrowing my attention to their debaucherous game of unbridled Zensuality and licentious Zexuality. I yearned to experience their scandalous indulgence, longing to taste the forbidden fruits against which I, the virgin courtesan, had hitherto been guarded.
As much as I wished to be within the protective boundary of my benevolent harbinger, my soul was wrenched away by these two fantastical creatures. I was transported to their lair of erogenous vassalage, becoming an enslaved subservient hostage to their commands. Their colossal wings had wrapped me within the confines of their curling tongues as they titillated my youthfulness to trembling wetness. The duo coiled around me like rapturous snakes jabbing their salaciousness into my orifices. My adolescent resolve was too feeble to combat their persistent onslaught, yet my logical mind struggled for control. A distant voice coaxed me to surrender, to yield and to bare myself to this otherworldly force. I felt a twinge in my bosom, as if an electric current had surged through my body. I trembled at this sudden shock. It dissipated as quickly as it had arrived. The distant voice called again, “Peregrinate, allow, and you will be released from this encumbrance.” I did not relent to the directive. Another electrifying tweak coursed through my erect nipples, sending ecstatic spasms through my being. I stubbornly refused to relinquish control to these sadistic creatures. In truth, I was secretly relishing the jabbing pain unleashed upon my heaving bosoms. My leaking vulva was quivering uncontrollably at each algolagnic affliction. I was unconsciously desiring their perverted attention, lusting to taste their concupiscent feed in my openings. These agent provocateurs held my young mind captive to their psychological manipulations. I longed for waves of orgasmic releases with each hurtful twang. Yet my liberation was kept intact. My Masters were successfully luring me into their devious techniques of Zensual and Zexual manipulations.
By the time I had finished my past-life regression session and returned to my physical form, I was begging for release. P and my teacher had specifically warranted that Andy and I refrain from any ejaculations. Both my Master and teacher wanted our emissions intact. Unbeknownst to me and my guardian, the two of them were controlling our psychological and physical well-beings. We would be more than willing to do their bidding. We were pawns in their “Zentology” tournament to determine who would be the winner in their competitive mind sport.
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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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