La Chasse �� Courre - an excerpt from DEBAUCHERY
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and our fiction
and non-fiction should reflect that.���
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Excerpt:
An hour into the hunt, I was ready to take Gabriel in a different direction, away from the maddening crowd. Andy rode by my side.
���Let���s race! I���m dying for an invigorating gallop,��� I suggested.
Before the word ���gallop��� could spring from my mouth, my Valet was cantering ahead. I gave Gabriel a tap with my whip, and off we flew to catch up with my competitor. We flew like the wind, speeding ahead with jubilation and jumping over wooden fences before slowing to a trot a few miles from our hunting companions. I commented, ���I���m thirsty. Let���s stop by the stream to get a drink.���
We dismounted and led our horses to the edge of the water. I did not see my Valet behind me as I stooped down for a drink from the brook. Before I knew it, Andy had pushed me playfully into the brook, sending me tumbling into the water. He laughed and continued to splash water onto my already soaked person. I returned the favor, and we began a childish water fight. We were teenagers having fun; little did I know, a pair of eyes was hiding in a nearby bush, watching our every move.
Since there was no visible person around, we stripped bare and continued frolicking in the water before drying ourselves with the woolen blankets we bought with us. Andy wrapped his arms around me, whispering, ���You are such a silly boy. You���re so easily capered.���
I hit my Valet���s chest vivaciously as we continued our mischievous gaiety. I avoided his advances when he tried to kiss me roguishly. My puckishness stirred him to immense excitement below his waist, causing his groin to come alive. I escaped Andy���s firm grip as he leaned forward to nibble my nipples, squirming impishly to avoid his tongue on my already hardening knobs. Our loving attraction never failed to excite our youthful libidos; still, I loved to engage him in a puerile game of foreplay, often arousing my lover to no end. I struggled free, running away naked and inducing a gigglish game of ���catch me if you can��� with my ruttish lover.
Suddenly, the forest went quiet. I turned round, but Andy was nowhere in sight. Wondering where he was hiding, I tiptoed quietly to find my lover. There was no sound or movement.
Out of nowhere, a pair of hands reached for me from behind, cupping my mouth before dragging me to a nearby tree. I tried to wrestle free from his powerful grip. Before I had a chance to see the intruder, he had bound my eyes and tied my wrists spread eagle to a low-hanging branch. Believing him to be my lover, I pretended to grapple without any success. I hung on the branch, feeling more naked than I already was. During my struggle, I detected strong masculine pheromones, which I did not register as my lover���s. Since I could not see or move, I wiggled helplessly, hoping to hear Andy���s voice. All I could hear were the chirping birds and rustling of dried leaves on the ground, as if the invader was circling around my nakedness, admiring his handiwork.
Lingering kisses on my lips jerked me to reality. Those lips were not my Valet���s, but those of a stranger I did not know. I panicked as his tongue pried open my mouth, forcing me to accept his lustful desires. Although I was afraid, my curiosity got the upper hand, and I responded to his passionate longing, yet my defenselessness struck fear within. I wanted to know who this stranger was.
My mind ran amuck. Tales of the diabolical Marquis de Sade came flooding into my mind. Would I be raped, tortured, mutilated and murdered? Where is my guardian when he���s supposed to be protecting me? I was in a state of panic, when my lover���s soothing hands held onto my slender waist from behind. His sweet breath was on my neck, inhaling my tenderness as he always did before his seductive vampire kisses forced me to surrender to his masculine intoxication. The stranger���s erection rotated against my groin, his bulbous head pressing urgently against my hardness while his fingers caressed my inviting nipples, galvanizing me to lean to him. I could feel my Valet���s phallus sliding against my opening, demanding entry. To him I would give myself compliantly, but who was this interloper I could not see? Andy whispered into my ear, ���Don���t be afraid. No harm will befall you. Relax and play along.��� My guardian���s assurance relieved my mental tension. Heeding his words, I surrendered to the pleasure. My blindness and my bondage served only to heighten my other senses. Electric currents coursed through my being, stimulating my manhood to bounce uncontrollably as my lover���s gliding length caressed my offering with expert precision. Andy, my Andy knew every part of my body. He was my teacher, my lover and most of all, he was the embodiment of my sensual and sexual fulfillment. I would gladly pleasure his desires as a skillful connoisseur. Now, our erotic hieros gamos had stirred our beholder to an intensified superlative ferocity. He had difficulty relinquishing his voyeuristic reverence. He watched me slide against my chaperone as we merged into an amatory entity.
My aphrodisiac thralldom served to inflame the stranger to suckle my hardness. He kneeled before me, worshipping my adolescence as his engorgement bounced in rhythmic ovation to his silent oral evocation. I could hold off no longer; both oral and anal galvanizations sent me spewing into the prowler���s mouth. He gobbled my releases as if they were his last supper as he chafed his hardness against my leg; sending his life force gushing onto my thigh and feet. He knelt before me in supplication, lapping his own semen as if it were the blood of the crucified Christ.
My lover pounded into me. His final cry to the heavenly father was in and of itself an orgasmic sign of his imminent deliverance, which I received. Andy was my god and I his angel.
I could hear the stranger gulping down my lover���s oozing length as it slid from my orifice. The man turned to devour my opening greedily, leaving no residue to the naked eye.
He plunged into the chilling brook leaving my Valet to release my bondage. Andy kissed me passionately; the affectionate gesture was his unspoken gratitude for my being an excellent sport in our game of unbridled sexuality. My lover untied my bonds from the hanging branch. The mystery man had long vanished by the time my guardian led me to the brook. We washed ourselves spunkily before he unfastened my blindfold. His loving beauty was sufficient assurance that he would always be my protector. No harm would befall me as long as my handsome Adonis was by my side. My Valet had promised the stranger not to divulge his identity as we rode merrily back to Ch��teau Rouge after our vigorous morning ���sexcitement.���
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From the back cover:
���Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.���
Lao Tzu
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
Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 17 months running.
A Film Contract has been secured with an independent UK Producer, operating in Hollywood.
Email: young@aharemboysaga.com
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What a reviewer said:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Sexuality infused with spirituality!
By Bella Swann Erotica
on July 25, 2016
Format: Kindle Edition
A remarkable tour-de-force erotic novel by Young! This is not a truncated erotic short story but a full-blown erotic bildungsroman in which the main character, Young, travels all around the world, as a member of a secret society called E.R.O.S. Young has many sensual and explicit erotic encounters as he is also exposed to literature, art, philosophy, and spirituality all at the same time. This memoir juxtaposes the past (1967) with the present (2012-13) as the narrator contrasts his experiences as a na��ve young man with the older and wiser adult he becomes. Each chapter begins with a thought-provoking epigraph that gives a general sense or feeling to what the story within that chapter connects back to. This novel takes the reader on an erotic experience that is savoured and enjoyed not rushed through prematurely. Young's words have an ethereal and lyrical quality to them even in his descriptions of explicit sexual encounters. I am truly impressed by the quality of this erotic novel and absolutely recommend it to those who wish to read explicit erotica interwoven with a metaphysical consciousness.
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