Bring In The Bacha Bereesh - an excerpt from UNBRIDLED
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"A wise boy kisses but doesn't love,
Listens but doesn't believe,
And leaves before he is left."
Bernard Tristan Foong
Excerpt:
A few days after Aziz's photo-shoot I received a card from Wazir Thabit, brought to me by an Abd. The message read: "The Wazir requests your company to perform at a special party for his friends and guests at The Grand Salon." Written on the card was the scheduled date and time I was to be present. I showed the invitation to my Valet and he advised, "You are summoned to be a 'batcha' (Persian meaning 'dancing-boy')."
I asked spontaneously, "What is a 'batcha' and what do I have to do?"
Andy smilingly replied, "You are requested to dance at the party. A batcha is a dancing boy." He paused before continuing, "Remember when you were at the Bahriji and attended Professor Mark Jobeck Arabian folk dance classes? Now is the time to apply your dance skills.���
"What else am I expected to do at the event?"
"Be yourself and dance. It is an inherent tradition in the Arab world to have 'bacha bereesh' (Persian meaning 'beardless boy') perform on special occasions. This is an all-male event, and if the men like your dancing, they will shower you with Bahraini dinar (Abu Dhabi's 1967's currency). The money is a gratuity for your performance.��� Andy advised.
"What am I supposed to wear at the performance?" I inquired.
"Your Abds will supply you your performance clothes. Traditionally, the batcha wears female clothing but I doubt you'll be expected to wear girls��� clothes. In the Emirates, they prefer their batcha to look like a bacha bereesh instead of dressing like a girl as they do in Afghanistan.
"You'll most likely be asked to provide Bacha Bazi (Persian meaning 'boy play' or 'playing with boys') for some of the Wazir's guestd in private. Rest assured you will be rewarded well," my guardian continued.
"Can I refuse Bacha Bazi if I don't like the person?
"Of course you can. I'll teach you some polite refusal techniques which will not jeopardize your good graces with the guest or embarrass the Wazir." My Valet replied.
When my turn arrived I was pathologically nervous, wondering how in the world I could outdo such a remarkable performance as the one I had just witnessed. Although I had performed ballet in public, I was unfamiliar with Arabian dances especially in front of a group of impudent men. Of one thing I was certain; I wanted to be as good as Vaj if not better. The music commenced to the sound of joyful clapping and I knew I was off to a good start. Fear evaporated as soon as I began moving and shaking to the sound of music. I danced, danced, and danced as if there was no tomorrow. I shimmied like I did at The CLUB to whistling cat calls and men screaming for more. Unlike Vaj, who was eager to strip down to his underwear, I took time to tease and seduce.
I remembered the words of Professor Andrew Henderson, my Bahriji art of seduction and flirtation teacher; his advice, "Tease without over zealousness, seduce without blatancy and keep your devotees desiring more." Gyrating sensually and seductively, my determination as a provocateur garnered synchronized applauds and incendiary reactions from the maniacal crowd. Oohs and aahs came from bona-fide horny men craving for more; instead I gave my admirers a show without revealing too much. This, to me, is the imperceptible art of burlesque. Contrary to Vaj's showy brassiness I offered an alternative temptation: a stratospherically classic fantasy bolstering the seduced to hunger for more.
Contrary to the Bacha Bazi of Afghanistan, Vaj and I were not sold as slaves, nor were we destitute orphans auctioned to the highest bidders. We loved dancing and loved the adoration showered upon us. Neither were we polarized into granting sexual favors against our will. If we granted sexual favors, we did it because we agreed to. My compadre and I were neither raped nor abused, because if any of these illegitimate acts were inflicted upon any Bahriji students, the Enlightened Royal Oracle Society would hold the hosting Household accountable, terminating their membership and blacklisting the Household from ever participating in the secret society. Strict rules and regulations applied to our Household Masters and their entourage that required our services; no harm was to befall any foreign students under their hospice. Our respective Valets were our twenty-four seven body guards.
By the time the guests bid our host farewell, I was soaking in a luxurious bath at the Maktub. Andy, entering our bath chamber, announced that my highest bidder had summoned me to his suite. He was an overnight guest at Al Fayoum, a guest suite in the Sekham. Accompanying me to Al Fayoum, my Valet said, "I have a prognostication that your highest bidder is of Royal decent." Before he could continue, we had arrived at the chamber's large wooden entrance.
A burly Arab gentleman answered the door. Directing us into the beautifully decorated living room, he told us to wait as he proceeded to inform his Master of our arrival. A suave man in his early 30s entered wearing a white bathrobe. In perfect English he greeted Andy and me before leaning across to give my Valet a traditional nose rubbing salutation. When it came my turn, a whiff of eucalyptus greeted my nostrils as he lowered his nose to mine. What transpired next was beyond my comprehension; my bidder was tickling my nose with the tip of his tongue before savoring my delicate lips; tantalizing my boyish naivet�� towards his masculine musculature. At once enchanted by the smell of fresh eucalyptus and intrigued by his beguiling protocol, I was breezed by such forwardness and at a loss for words. Releasing me, my bidder showed us to a comfortable sofa before he took the loveseat opposite my guardian and me.
He said smilingly, "Young man, you're an excellent dancer. Will you to be my 'private dancer'?"
I thanked him for the compliment and kept silent, not knowing how to respond to his request when he continued, "What's your name?"
Before I could reply my guardian spoke on my behalf, "His name is Young, your Highness."
Stunned by my Valet's royal address I looked at him speechless while he continued, "Sir, my charge is at your service. Shall I leave the two of you and wait outside?"
My bidder spoke arbitrarily, "Stay! I'll like you to do me a favor."
Andy answered, "How may I be of service, your Highness?"
"Oh, you don't have to be so formal. Address me as P. I know you are looking after Young and the Wazir told me the two of you are lovers. I like to watch you make love to this bacch��. It'll arouse me greatly," announced the Arab.
Before Andy could respond, P. motioned me to sit by his side. Sitting close, he bends towards my neck and inhaled my adolescent aroma deeply, as if savoring the sweetness of a newborn. Whispering softly in my ear he uttered, "Ahh! The intoxicating beauty of youth as described by the prophet: 'Round about them will serve, to them, boys (handsome) as pearls well-guarded' (Koran 52:24)." Gently nibbling my earlobes he eased his thirsty lips down my neck before sinking in his pearly fangs as if drawing delicious nectar like a honey bee. Intoxicated by my Master's vampire guise, shocks of electric currents vibrated down my arching spine; I willingly offered my bacch�� innocence to this erotic aristocrat for his inerrant enjoyment. French kisses filled my urgent provocation as his desires rendered me helpless, and Andy's tantalizing riposte replaced my bidder's sweet attraction. Laying me on the loveseat, P.'s obsessive glare stirred my uninhibited longing for my lover's unbridled manhood. Willingly I surrendered to my lover's sensuality before his consecrated erection encased me in a cocoon of sacramental love. As our glowing auras merged into a halo of sexual unity bonding our sacred Eucharist, igniting a fiery passion of unimaginable bliss and filling our bodies with flowing essence of milky love. P. the voyeur, sat enamored, watching a love story unfold that was as old as the creation of man.
Seduced by our tantalizing nakedness, my bidder dared himself to enter our homoerotic realm ��� a realm that defied time and space and only Divine Providence was left to forfeit active participation. Nothing but our lustful releases could satisfy our overwhelming genital hunger; when the cocks crowed treis, we savored our afterglow from the rising sun. This Bacha Bazi was a splendid reminder of Mario, Andy and me floating on a private gondola in Venezia's Grand Canal. I was already infatuated with my bidder before morning broke.
From the back cover:
Unbridled is the sequel to Initiation - A provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.
It is also a love story between the young man, his ���Big Brother��� and his ���Valet��� who served as his chaperones and mentors during the boy���s Harem services.
This book follows the teenagers��� erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their 2nd Arab Household Harem, the Sekham. They were apprentices and models, for the household patriarch���s controversial photography project, ���Sacred Sex in Sacred Places���.
The author's experiences present facts that are truthful. Through these truths, which are often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnations and negativity which relate to his experiences.
There are 7 volumes in A Harem Boy���s Saga series.
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young
Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 15 months running.
A Film Contract has been secured with an independent UK Producer, operating in Hollywood.
Email: young@aharemboysaga.com
Website: www.aharemboysaga.com
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UNBRIDLED video trailer: http://bit.ly/1CqXmCP
What a reviewer said...
An Arabian Nights for the 21st Century
By Convoke on February 19, 2016
Format: Kindle Edition
A friend loaned me the paperback of this second in the seven book Harem Boy series. I had earlier read some of the others, so I knew what to expect. And I was swept up in a sexy fantasy that feels so real you can nearly touch it.
Now, be warned, this is a book that includes sensuality, LGBT, and a spiritual perceptions about sex. This book is not for those children, yet it is a sexual coming of age series. Unbridled is also the sequel to Initiation.
With those caveats above, read this provocative story about a privileged boy initiated into clandestine sexual society in the Middle East. An Arabian Nights for the 21st century...
It is also a love story between the young man, his ���Big Brother��� and his ���Valet��� who served as his chaperones and mentors during the boy���s Harem services.
This book follows the boy���s erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at his 2nd Arab Household Harem, the Sekham. He was an apprentice and model, for the household patriarch���s controversial photography project, ���Sacred Sex in Sacred Places���.
The author's experiences present facts that are truthful. Through these truths, which are often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnations and negativity which relate to his experiences.
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