In The Al-Fayoum - an excerpt from UNBRIDLED
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"Gaiety is often the reckless ripple over depths of despair."
Edwin Hubbel Chapin
Excerpt:
We finally arrived at a private airfield heading towards a huge hangar. With a click of a button from the Batmobile's dash, the hangar doors slid open as our vehicle came to a screeching halt. "P" honked loudly until several attendants came rushing towards the entrance; they had been rudely awakened by the bright lights and their employer's incessant honking. The enormous hangar doors opened, revealing a fancy emerald jet, its nose pointing in our direction. "P's" arrival had set off a commotion. Ground personnel, pilots and two stewards busied themselves firing up the plane for departure. We had no idea where we were heading until "P" dispatched his instructions to the pilots. I was fascinated by "P's" commanding power and equally in awe of the glimmering flying machine. My jaw dropped as I was mesmerized by the action buzzing around me. I was at a loss for words. Andy held out his hand to me as we exited the Batmobile before proceeding towards the red carpet and into the Al-Fayoum ("P's" private Jet).
The minute we stepped inside this spacious aircraft I was transported into an odyssey of anticipation. The ivory interior was accented with luxurious green leather settees, and loveseats and comfortable armchairs lined both sides of this sleek flying machine. Rose wood paneling with gold beams framed the windows. In the middle of the end chamber, paneled off from the rest of the interior, sat a king-size bed. Sound-proof insulation added impenetrable privacy for the occupants within.
As the plane gilded out of the hangar onto the runway, the prince at the cockpit gave the pilots instructions to our destination. His two burly bodyguards, already belted in and ready for departure, sat discreetly outside the cockpit, while the stewards offered the Prince, Andy, and me beverages. A few minutes later we were airborne on our way to Paris. I had no clue why we were heading to Paris except that His Highness had instructed the pilots to do so. "P," turning my head towards him, planted a lingering kiss on my lips. He rapaciously devoured my mouth with passionate French kisses in front of everyone. Surprised and flustered by his sybaritic spiritedness, I turned a shade of red. Glancing at my Valet for advice, he gave me a mischievous wink, telling me to ease into the rhythmic flow of my sensual encounter with His Highness.
Paying no notice to the Prince's actions, his bodyguards and attendants went about their business as if nothing extraordinary had transpired. Holding my hand, "P" led me and Andy towards the bedchamber. Perched on a comfortable seat, my Valet concomitantly observed "P" and my every move. The Prince wasted no time pushing me onto the king bed and tearing hurriedly at my clothes as if he could not wait to see me naked. He had been drinking at the wedding to loosen his inhibitions, yet he was sufficiently sober to be in control.
His seductive eyes never left mine as he unbuttoned my dress shirt. He urgently unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants to reveal a pair of white undergarments, the only piece of clothing separating my nakedness and His Highness's muscular physique. The man's eucalyptus scent drifted up my nostrils, sending me into shivers of unbridled curiosity. Goosebumps were coursing through my body in a state of uncertain expectation. Fascinated by "P's" erratic behavior, I did not know how to react in front of my superior. His every move captivated me. Going with the flow, as per my guardian's instruction, was my only choice. I surrendered to his alpha masculinity. In these years of my young life, I had never encountered a man as mercurial as His Highness. I desired to understand this naked aristocrat who was bewitching me with his recklessness; I was hypnotized by his unpredictability. Little did I guess that "P" had started spinning a charismatic spider's web, holding me spellbound to his every wish. My journey as his captive boy toy had begun.
Andy sat watching as if witnessing an X-rated movie. My protector made sure His Highness abided by E.R.O.S. guidelines, although no affirmative verbal exchanges were necessary. My Valet laid siege as the unobtrusive silent observer. He was getting aroused by the unfolding visuals of his irresolute charge under the caressing hands of this masterful male. I was deliriously excited by this attractive rogue who was now my magnetic inamorato. My enjoyment, combined with "P's" sensual expertise, sent me lusting for him. I was ready for his hardness and ready to subjugate myself to his athletic sexual desires. Like a devouring spider luring his prey, "P" was slowly enticing me into his imperative world of risqu�� decadence.
Kissing, lapping, and licking, he suckled my boyish, sinewy physique, leaving no parts unexplored. Tilting my firm buttocks to his jabbing tongue, he savored my parting orifice with expert precision. Squirming to such tantalizing simulations, I moaned loudly, only to be silenced by his powerful masculine palms. Cupping my whimpering ecstasies, he attempted to quiet my swelling crescendos. I desired his length, yet he kept it at bay, teasing, luring me further into his unscrupulous web of physiological manipulation. He was playing his game of dangerous liaisons. I had not been taught these rules at the Bahriji, nor by any of my ���big brothers.��� Like a game of chess, I was left to maneuver this perfidious mind game as if I were grown, in person and in spirit. For now, "P's" tantalization was driving me to desirous insanity. I wanted him and he made me beg for the object of my affection.
Swinging his protuberant erection in front of my face, he slapped it against my cheeks, demanding oral attention, yet he refused to feed my hunger. He wanted me to beg before he satisfied me. Suddenly, my sexual concentration dissipated with a blow on my cheeks, turning my face a shade of red from "P's" forceful hand. My protector caught the aggressor's hand before another blow rained down my buttocks. Without a word my savior twisted His Highness's wrists to his back, constricting his arm movements while I devoured the alluring attraction dangling in front of my face. I fed nymphomaniacally on my "Master's" bulbous protrusion while he tried freeing his hands from his captor's assertive restraint. Andy, spotting a pair of golden handcuffs by the bedside table, bound "P's" wrists to his back while his swollen rod basked within the sweetness of my mouth. Turning his captive's head to the side, my protector pried open the Arab's mouth and their sensual tongues intertwined into a passionate purgatory kiss. While unfastening Andy���s trousers, I inhaled deeply, engulfing their throbbing hardness simultaneously. I was relishing in my gustatory feasts until their orgasmic convulsions covered my face in dripping rivulets of rapture. Before long, I too was drenched in my own rhapsodic releases. Yet, we were unexhausted. We continued our delirious sadomasochistic play until the pilots announced our imminent descent towards Roissy. We showered, dressed and were ready for our next thrilling adventure. Breakfast at La Tour Eiffel.
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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
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A Film Contract has been secured with an independent UK Producer, operating in Hollywood.
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What a reviewer said...
5.0 out of 5 stars
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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