Q&A with Young
One of the most exciting things in the Publishing industry is meeting interesting people who are talented authors and write intriguing stories.
After reading A Harem Boy's Saga Book 1 by Young, I had a few questions about his autobiography.
1. You decided to share an amazing life story with readers, what makes an autobiography interesting?
That is an easy question to answer. An exciting autobiography can be defined in many ways by different readers.
•First and foremost, for me, the author had lived through a life-changing experience that made him/her grow as an individual in our diverse world.
•Through the eyes of the author, I can understand and view the world from a different perspective.
•It is also crucial that the autobiography to reveal universal truths that readers can identify with, like love, relationships with other humans or animals, happiness, discontentments, ups and downs, and the list goes on.
•The methodology of storytelling and formatting are vital components in making an autobiography enjoyable to read.
•Wit and humor are essential factors in good story narrations.
•So are dialogues between the author and the people he/she encountered. Although it is often impossible to remember who said what at the time, the essence of the conversation/conversations should be candid.
2. How hard is it not being accepted by your family because of your sexuality?
There are always pros and cons to all family dynamics. In my instance, my mother was excepting of me, compared to my father. She was my most excellent protector and supporter, and I am grateful to her for that. Although I was born in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, I could not wait to leave because I know there are other places in the world that I can be who I am.
3. If you could turn back the time, would you change anything?
No. I love my life, and I am glad I had the opportunity to experience my harem involvements. These four years of my teenage life provided me with a pragmatic outlook in life, and I can deal with challenging situations.
4. Sex VS emotions in a man's life education, what do you think?
I learned to separate sex from emotions. For me, sex is a physical release of testosterone. Although, at times, it can be a form of spiritual transcendence. I discussed this topic in A Harem Boy's Saga, books II, III, IV, and V.
Emotions are disparate from sex. Emotions are feelings that are unconnected with sex. I can feel great love and joy without having sex with another. If a person can differentiate the two components, he/she should, in most cases, live a less stressful and unencumbered life.
5. What is love?
LOL! That is a million-dollar question. My answer is in A Harem Boy's Saga – Book III – Debauchery; a memoir by Young – chapter 10 – The Four Loves.
I quote Lord Byron, "Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey."
6. How would you describe our modern world? Is there still a secret erotic society?
Answer the first question:
In our contemporary world, beauty is everywhere if a person chooses to see it. Instead of listening, viewing destruction, horror, and dome and gloom, the mass media loves to sensationalize; look at the abundance of beauty, especially in nature, and feel the unconditional love of animals.
Answer the second question:
Though I am uncertain of the answer, my guess is, there are erotic societies in operations to this day. There are always the unseen behind veils of common realizations.
7. Where can readers find you and your books?
They can locate me at:
A Harem Boy's Saga – Facebook page:
https://www.facebook.com/aharemboysaga/
In The Harem blog url:
http://bernardfoong.typepad.com/ in_the_harem
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/aharemboysaga
Website:
http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/
Email:
young@aharemboysaga.com
Read & Share!
1967
An Unfortunate Predicament
The following day after regular tutorials with Monsieur Dubois, Andy and I pulled Gudrun and Adolf aside to ask what had transpired the night before at the Marquis’ chambers. The Swede gave us an egregious smile, causing my Valet to raise an eyebrow. “Tell us what happened, Gud,” he insisted. “What did you do to the Marquis?”
The Valet took his time to respond as he flipped nonchalantly through the pages of a magazine. He was obviously keeping us in suspense. Alf couldn’t wait. He blurted, “Gud blindfolded and bound his hands behind his back while I f**ked him.”
“Did he realize it was the two of you and not Andy and me? How did he react?” I questioned.
Alf’s guardian replied, “I don’t think he knew it was us. The rooms were dark. He probably thinks it was you and Andy. I think he was surprised by the turn of events. He probably wanted to play the sadist with you, but he ended up the passive party instead. He was still tied up when we left his chambers.” Gud laughed as if the Marquis deserved to be bound after their sexual assignation.
A look of alarm came over Andy’s face. “You did what? You tied him up and left him there, with him thinking it was me?! You hellion! Leaving me to get the blame for your actions!” Andy exclaimed.
“Well, mate! You were the one who asked us to substitute for the two of you. You, mate, you should be thanking us instead of reprimanding me for leaving the sadomasochistic Mathieu in bondage. He probably loved the rough treatment,” Gudrun chortled.
Just then, Monsieur Dubois passed by the corridor. He heard the effervescence and enquired, “What’s the ebullience, boys?”
The Swede replied, “Oh, it’s something amusing Alf and I did last night. Andy is afraid that he may have to shoulder the blame.”
“You boys better not have played some prankish game with any of our guests. They are serious investors and are here for our Master’s investment projects. You guys better tread with caution and respect the visitors. Your métier is to make their stay welcoming and entertaining. You understand me?” My teacher said authoritatively.
Gud and Alf quieted down, nodded their heads and promised the professor that they would behave in an edified manner before disappearing down the hall.
As soon as the duo was out of sight, Alain inquired, “What was the real reason for the jubilant outburst?”
My Valet explained anxiously what had transpired at Mathieu’s chambers the previous evening. Dubois cried, “It’s too late to change this unfortunate outcome now. You’ll have to wait to see what the Marquis will do. Meanwhile, I’ll try and think of an elegant solution.”
He continued, “Also, Ikram wants to see the both of you as soon as possible.”
“Why does he want to see us?” My Valet asked.
“I have no idea. I presume he wants to discuss the Carousel with Young,” My teacher surmised.
An Unexpected Revelation
I could tell Ikram wasn’t in the best disposition as soon as we entered. His usual effervescence had turned south. In its place was a tetchy Arab, slobbering precipitously over a table of design drafts.
Andy inquired, “You asked to see us, sir?”
The Arab did not speak, he stood by the desk as if seething with displeasure. He finally grasped demandingly, “Where were the two of you last evening?”
“Sir, we were attending His Highness’ function. You were there; you saw us,” My guardian replied.
“Why didn’t you heed my summons to be in the library?” The interior designer demanded.
Andy and I looked at one another, amazed that we had finally discovered the true identity of the mystery admirer. I uttered, “I’m sorry, Sir! I did not know the gift and request were from you. There weren’t any indications of who it was or of an appointed time. When we met at the event, you gave us no indication of your summon.”
Ikram declared, “It is not I that beckoned you, but somebody close to me is interested in the two of you.”
I stared at Andy for a response. He enunciated, “May we know who this special person who desires to see us is?”
“Go to the library this evening, and the answer will be waiting for you. Take heed, and be there at the appointed time. This person will not take too kindly to you if you miss the summons again. You understand me?”
“Yes sir! We will be there. May we know the name of this illustrious person, so that we can be better prepared to attend to his or her needs?” My guardian was trying to gain some insight into our summoner’s identity.
“No!” The Arab stated abruptly. On that authoritative command, he dismissed Andy and me.
Back to Square One
Once again, we were at a loss. We had no idea who our mysterious admirer was. When we arrived back at the “Al-'iksīr” (Elixir) two glossy black boxes embossed in gold with the words L'hommes Provocateur sat waiting for us inside the entrance door. Within the larger container were the following:
• A black leather chest harness.
• A form-fitting pair of leather pants with the groin and derriere areas removed.
• A black leather half-mask with two holes for the eyes.
• A pair of black storm trooper boots that fitted Andy perfectly.
• A black leather horse whip.
• A pair of solid gold handcuffs.
These items were obviously meant for my Valet. In the smaller box was another set of artifacts that consisted of:
• A glossy black form-fitting rubberized pair of shorts with a Velcro front. On the trousers were two flaps that could be ripped away instantaneously, revealing the wearer’s crotch and backside.
• A black Hermes silk kerchief printed in gold with images of saddles, horseshoes and riding crops. The scarf could be folded into a blindfold.
• A pair of rubberized thigh-high boots made to fit my foot size.
• A black and a gold candle laid neatly next to a solid gold cigarette lighter. Beside these tidily wrapped articles was an oversized black dildo and a jar of lubricant.
• There was also a pair of solid gold nipple clamps.
• And a rubberized half-mask that fitted snugly around the upper part of my face.
These articles were obviously meant for me.
Besides the list of sadomasochistic paraphernalia were two black finely woven hooded thobes with long slits that ran down the front to below the navel. These monk-like coverings were meant to be worn over the leather and rubberized clothing.
My lover and I turned the boxes inside out before we finally found a fancy black envelope trimmed with gold edges. Enclosed was a white note card. Embossed in gold lettering were the words: “You are invited to a gathering of the “Canterbury Tales of Bawdy Rhymes.” You’ll be asked to recite this rhyme at the library:
“Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick,
Jack sizzles while the candles drip.”
See you at the bewitching hour.”
Once again, no signature was scripted below the invitation. My lover and I scratched our heads in bafflement, wondering who could have sent such an unconventional invitation with these indecorous gifts. The only person we could think of was Marquis Mathieu. After all, he was the only person who had toyed and flirted with me about sadomasochism.
“Does that mean Mathieu was pleased with his evening’s rendezvous with Gudrun and Alf?” I questioned Andy inquisitively.
“I presume so. Who would send such gifts besides the Marquis?” My lover continued with obfuscation.
“Does that mean he wants to see us this evening? He must desire an anomalous replay of his previous night’s experience,” I thought aloud.
Andy continued to scratch his head. “I give up! I hate this cat-and-mouse game. I don’t know what we should do.”
“Maybe we should consult Professor Dubois again?” I suggested.
Andy gave an anguished sigh, “I hate having to consult Alain at every turn. I am old enough to figure out these games without having to run to your teacher for advice. I want to be able to protect you on my own. You, my precious, are my beloved and my charge. I’ll make sure no harm comes to you, even if I have to protect you with my life.”
When I saw him in such a state, I felt a sudden surge of affection for my lover. “Three minds are better than two. Besides, Alain has more experience than either of us. He completed E.R.O.S. and the harem programs and is also my learned teacher; he should be able to advise us on how best to proceed. Don’t you agree?”
After much persuasion, my guardian finally capitulated before we trotted off to consult Alain, who proved as perplexed as we were. My teacher’s only advice: “There are no classes tomorrow on Holy Friday. I’m sure all will be revealed to you when you go to the library at the bewitching hour of 1 A.M. There’s nothing to lose! Go, experience the adventure.”
Hickory, Dickory, Dock,
The “mice” ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The “mice” ran down
Hickory, dickory, dock.
Dressed in the ludicrous garb beneath our black hooded thobes, Andy and I arrived at the large ornate library doors. Two unfamiliar-looking, burly Arabs stood guard on either side of the entrance. One of them opened the locked door to let us into a dimly candlelit room. A group of people in attire similar to ours were already scattered around the room. They seemed as flummoxed as we were. All of them were hooded and wearing leather half-masks that exposed only their eyes and the lower sections of their faces. I recognized them instantly. They were the four French aristocrats: Charles, Marie-Laure, Mathieu and Pierre. Next to the baron were Sébastien, Ludovic, Gudrun, and Adolf. At a corner of the expansive chamber, Didee, Elizabeth, Karina and Matumi were muttering amongst themselves in low voices. Last but not least, Alain stood next to the Marquis. Neither my Valet nor I had any idea that Dubois was part of this clandestine assembly. We were aghast at his presence, since he had given us no indication that he was an invitee to this unorthodox escapade.
As we stood ruminating, several fully masked overseers entered through a side entrance. One of them, the premier, sat alone some distance away from us, guided by two of Ikram’s handlers, Makut and Khatum. The other four principals came to join our entourage. They stood in the middle of our circle, which seemed to have opened up automatically.
Under their full or half masks, I recognized them as Abdallah, Fiddha, Ikram and Ebram, the third of the kaneeth’s handsome bodyguards. I couldn’t help but wonder who the mystery person sitting at the far corner was. He sat motionless, as if a silent spectator of a pugnacious game.
In perfect English, Ebram announced, “I’ll give each of you a sign to recite aloud the rhyme you’ve been assigned. Then, you are to step into the center of the circle to participate in a pleasurable game of sensual and sexual gratifications.”
My Valet and I looked at each other in astonishment; neither one of us or, for that matter, any of the visitors or foreign students, knew what would happen next.
The mysterious observer voiced decisively, “Let the games begin.”
Buy Links:
INITIATION:
http://myBook.to/INITIATION
UNBRIDLED:
myBook.to/UNBRIDLED
DEBAUCHERY:
http://getBook.at/DEBAUCHERY
http://viewBook.at/Debauchery
TURPITUDE:
http://bookgoodies.com/a/B01LQYPU30
MyBook.to/Turpitude
METANOIA:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07JM3WBCF
A Harem Boy’s Saga - 5 books series:
http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY
The Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up:
getBook.at/AChristmasPrank
myBook.to/AChristmasPrank
viewBook.at/AChristmasPrank
http://bookgoodies.com/a/B01N1GBUSG
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N1GBUSG/
The Truth Will Set You Free: getBook.at/TTWSYF
getBook.at/BooksByYoung
No Distance Between Us: http://amzn.to/2gR2rp7
Book Trailers:
Initiation book Trailer:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=db3bT...
Unbridled Book Trailer:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6J4ew...
Debauchery Book Trailer:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8g-h...
Turpitude Book Trailer:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NrVW...
After reading A Harem Boy's Saga Book 1 by Young, I had a few questions about his autobiography.
1. You decided to share an amazing life story with readers, what makes an autobiography interesting?
That is an easy question to answer. An exciting autobiography can be defined in many ways by different readers.
•First and foremost, for me, the author had lived through a life-changing experience that made him/her grow as an individual in our diverse world.
•Through the eyes of the author, I can understand and view the world from a different perspective.
•It is also crucial that the autobiography to reveal universal truths that readers can identify with, like love, relationships with other humans or animals, happiness, discontentments, ups and downs, and the list goes on.
•The methodology of storytelling and formatting are vital components in making an autobiography enjoyable to read.
•Wit and humor are essential factors in good story narrations.
•So are dialogues between the author and the people he/she encountered. Although it is often impossible to remember who said what at the time, the essence of the conversation/conversations should be candid.
2. How hard is it not being accepted by your family because of your sexuality?
There are always pros and cons to all family dynamics. In my instance, my mother was excepting of me, compared to my father. She was my most excellent protector and supporter, and I am grateful to her for that. Although I was born in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, I could not wait to leave because I know there are other places in the world that I can be who I am.
3. If you could turn back the time, would you change anything?
No. I love my life, and I am glad I had the opportunity to experience my harem involvements. These four years of my teenage life provided me with a pragmatic outlook in life, and I can deal with challenging situations.
4. Sex VS emotions in a man's life education, what do you think?
I learned to separate sex from emotions. For me, sex is a physical release of testosterone. Although, at times, it can be a form of spiritual transcendence. I discussed this topic in A Harem Boy's Saga, books II, III, IV, and V.
Emotions are disparate from sex. Emotions are feelings that are unconnected with sex. I can feel great love and joy without having sex with another. If a person can differentiate the two components, he/she should, in most cases, live a less stressful and unencumbered life.
5. What is love?
LOL! That is a million-dollar question. My answer is in A Harem Boy's Saga – Book III – Debauchery; a memoir by Young – chapter 10 – The Four Loves.
I quote Lord Byron, "Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey."
6. How would you describe our modern world? Is there still a secret erotic society?
Answer the first question:
In our contemporary world, beauty is everywhere if a person chooses to see it. Instead of listening, viewing destruction, horror, and dome and gloom, the mass media loves to sensationalize; look at the abundance of beauty, especially in nature, and feel the unconditional love of animals.
Answer the second question:
Though I am uncertain of the answer, my guess is, there are erotic societies in operations to this day. There are always the unseen behind veils of common realizations.
7. Where can readers find you and your books?
They can locate me at:
A Harem Boy's Saga – Facebook page:
https://www.facebook.com/aharemboysaga/
In The Harem blog url:
http://bernardfoong.typepad.com/ in_the_harem
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/aharemboysaga
Website:
http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/
Email:
young@aharemboysaga.com
Read & Share!
1967
An Unfortunate Predicament
The following day after regular tutorials with Monsieur Dubois, Andy and I pulled Gudrun and Adolf aside to ask what had transpired the night before at the Marquis’ chambers. The Swede gave us an egregious smile, causing my Valet to raise an eyebrow. “Tell us what happened, Gud,” he insisted. “What did you do to the Marquis?”
The Valet took his time to respond as he flipped nonchalantly through the pages of a magazine. He was obviously keeping us in suspense. Alf couldn’t wait. He blurted, “Gud blindfolded and bound his hands behind his back while I f**ked him.”
“Did he realize it was the two of you and not Andy and me? How did he react?” I questioned.
Alf’s guardian replied, “I don’t think he knew it was us. The rooms were dark. He probably thinks it was you and Andy. I think he was surprised by the turn of events. He probably wanted to play the sadist with you, but he ended up the passive party instead. He was still tied up when we left his chambers.” Gud laughed as if the Marquis deserved to be bound after their sexual assignation.
A look of alarm came over Andy’s face. “You did what? You tied him up and left him there, with him thinking it was me?! You hellion! Leaving me to get the blame for your actions!” Andy exclaimed.
“Well, mate! You were the one who asked us to substitute for the two of you. You, mate, you should be thanking us instead of reprimanding me for leaving the sadomasochistic Mathieu in bondage. He probably loved the rough treatment,” Gudrun chortled.
Just then, Monsieur Dubois passed by the corridor. He heard the effervescence and enquired, “What’s the ebullience, boys?”
The Swede replied, “Oh, it’s something amusing Alf and I did last night. Andy is afraid that he may have to shoulder the blame.”
“You boys better not have played some prankish game with any of our guests. They are serious investors and are here for our Master’s investment projects. You guys better tread with caution and respect the visitors. Your métier is to make their stay welcoming and entertaining. You understand me?” My teacher said authoritatively.
Gud and Alf quieted down, nodded their heads and promised the professor that they would behave in an edified manner before disappearing down the hall.
As soon as the duo was out of sight, Alain inquired, “What was the real reason for the jubilant outburst?”
My Valet explained anxiously what had transpired at Mathieu’s chambers the previous evening. Dubois cried, “It’s too late to change this unfortunate outcome now. You’ll have to wait to see what the Marquis will do. Meanwhile, I’ll try and think of an elegant solution.”
He continued, “Also, Ikram wants to see the both of you as soon as possible.”
“Why does he want to see us?” My Valet asked.
“I have no idea. I presume he wants to discuss the Carousel with Young,” My teacher surmised.
An Unexpected Revelation
I could tell Ikram wasn’t in the best disposition as soon as we entered. His usual effervescence had turned south. In its place was a tetchy Arab, slobbering precipitously over a table of design drafts.
Andy inquired, “You asked to see us, sir?”
The Arab did not speak, he stood by the desk as if seething with displeasure. He finally grasped demandingly, “Where were the two of you last evening?”
“Sir, we were attending His Highness’ function. You were there; you saw us,” My guardian replied.
“Why didn’t you heed my summons to be in the library?” The interior designer demanded.
Andy and I looked at one another, amazed that we had finally discovered the true identity of the mystery admirer. I uttered, “I’m sorry, Sir! I did not know the gift and request were from you. There weren’t any indications of who it was or of an appointed time. When we met at the event, you gave us no indication of your summon.”
Ikram declared, “It is not I that beckoned you, but somebody close to me is interested in the two of you.”
I stared at Andy for a response. He enunciated, “May we know who this special person who desires to see us is?”
“Go to the library this evening, and the answer will be waiting for you. Take heed, and be there at the appointed time. This person will not take too kindly to you if you miss the summons again. You understand me?”
“Yes sir! We will be there. May we know the name of this illustrious person, so that we can be better prepared to attend to his or her needs?” My guardian was trying to gain some insight into our summoner’s identity.
“No!” The Arab stated abruptly. On that authoritative command, he dismissed Andy and me.
Back to Square One
Once again, we were at a loss. We had no idea who our mysterious admirer was. When we arrived back at the “Al-'iksīr” (Elixir) two glossy black boxes embossed in gold with the words L'hommes Provocateur sat waiting for us inside the entrance door. Within the larger container were the following:
• A black leather chest harness.
• A form-fitting pair of leather pants with the groin and derriere areas removed.
• A black leather half-mask with two holes for the eyes.
• A pair of black storm trooper boots that fitted Andy perfectly.
• A black leather horse whip.
• A pair of solid gold handcuffs.
These items were obviously meant for my Valet. In the smaller box was another set of artifacts that consisted of:
• A glossy black form-fitting rubberized pair of shorts with a Velcro front. On the trousers were two flaps that could be ripped away instantaneously, revealing the wearer’s crotch and backside.
• A black Hermes silk kerchief printed in gold with images of saddles, horseshoes and riding crops. The scarf could be folded into a blindfold.
• A pair of rubberized thigh-high boots made to fit my foot size.
• A black and a gold candle laid neatly next to a solid gold cigarette lighter. Beside these tidily wrapped articles was an oversized black dildo and a jar of lubricant.
• There was also a pair of solid gold nipple clamps.
• And a rubberized half-mask that fitted snugly around the upper part of my face.
These articles were obviously meant for me.
Besides the list of sadomasochistic paraphernalia were two black finely woven hooded thobes with long slits that ran down the front to below the navel. These monk-like coverings were meant to be worn over the leather and rubberized clothing.
My lover and I turned the boxes inside out before we finally found a fancy black envelope trimmed with gold edges. Enclosed was a white note card. Embossed in gold lettering were the words: “You are invited to a gathering of the “Canterbury Tales of Bawdy Rhymes.” You’ll be asked to recite this rhyme at the library:
“Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick,
Jack sizzles while the candles drip.”
See you at the bewitching hour.”
Once again, no signature was scripted below the invitation. My lover and I scratched our heads in bafflement, wondering who could have sent such an unconventional invitation with these indecorous gifts. The only person we could think of was Marquis Mathieu. After all, he was the only person who had toyed and flirted with me about sadomasochism.
“Does that mean Mathieu was pleased with his evening’s rendezvous with Gudrun and Alf?” I questioned Andy inquisitively.
“I presume so. Who would send such gifts besides the Marquis?” My lover continued with obfuscation.
“Does that mean he wants to see us this evening? He must desire an anomalous replay of his previous night’s experience,” I thought aloud.
Andy continued to scratch his head. “I give up! I hate this cat-and-mouse game. I don’t know what we should do.”
“Maybe we should consult Professor Dubois again?” I suggested.
Andy gave an anguished sigh, “I hate having to consult Alain at every turn. I am old enough to figure out these games without having to run to your teacher for advice. I want to be able to protect you on my own. You, my precious, are my beloved and my charge. I’ll make sure no harm comes to you, even if I have to protect you with my life.”
When I saw him in such a state, I felt a sudden surge of affection for my lover. “Three minds are better than two. Besides, Alain has more experience than either of us. He completed E.R.O.S. and the harem programs and is also my learned teacher; he should be able to advise us on how best to proceed. Don’t you agree?”
After much persuasion, my guardian finally capitulated before we trotted off to consult Alain, who proved as perplexed as we were. My teacher’s only advice: “There are no classes tomorrow on Holy Friday. I’m sure all will be revealed to you when you go to the library at the bewitching hour of 1 A.M. There’s nothing to lose! Go, experience the adventure.”
Hickory, Dickory, Dock,
The “mice” ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The “mice” ran down
Hickory, dickory, dock.
Dressed in the ludicrous garb beneath our black hooded thobes, Andy and I arrived at the large ornate library doors. Two unfamiliar-looking, burly Arabs stood guard on either side of the entrance. One of them opened the locked door to let us into a dimly candlelit room. A group of people in attire similar to ours were already scattered around the room. They seemed as flummoxed as we were. All of them were hooded and wearing leather half-masks that exposed only their eyes and the lower sections of their faces. I recognized them instantly. They were the four French aristocrats: Charles, Marie-Laure, Mathieu and Pierre. Next to the baron were Sébastien, Ludovic, Gudrun, and Adolf. At a corner of the expansive chamber, Didee, Elizabeth, Karina and Matumi were muttering amongst themselves in low voices. Last but not least, Alain stood next to the Marquis. Neither my Valet nor I had any idea that Dubois was part of this clandestine assembly. We were aghast at his presence, since he had given us no indication that he was an invitee to this unorthodox escapade.
As we stood ruminating, several fully masked overseers entered through a side entrance. One of them, the premier, sat alone some distance away from us, guided by two of Ikram’s handlers, Makut and Khatum. The other four principals came to join our entourage. They stood in the middle of our circle, which seemed to have opened up automatically.
Under their full or half masks, I recognized them as Abdallah, Fiddha, Ikram and Ebram, the third of the kaneeth’s handsome bodyguards. I couldn’t help but wonder who the mystery person sitting at the far corner was. He sat motionless, as if a silent spectator of a pugnacious game.
In perfect English, Ebram announced, “I’ll give each of you a sign to recite aloud the rhyme you’ve been assigned. Then, you are to step into the center of the circle to participate in a pleasurable game of sensual and sexual gratifications.”
My Valet and I looked at each other in astonishment; neither one of us or, for that matter, any of the visitors or foreign students, knew what would happen next.
The mysterious observer voiced decisively, “Let the games begin.”
Buy Links:
INITIATION:
http://myBook.to/INITIATION
UNBRIDLED:
myBook.to/UNBRIDLED
DEBAUCHERY:
http://getBook.at/DEBAUCHERY
http://viewBook.at/Debauchery
TURPITUDE:
http://bookgoodies.com/a/B01LQYPU30
MyBook.to/Turpitude
METANOIA:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07JM3WBCF
A Harem Boy’s Saga - 5 books series:
http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY
The Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up:
getBook.at/AChristmasPrank
myBook.to/AChristmasPrank
viewBook.at/AChristmasPrank
http://bookgoodies.com/a/B01N1GBUSG
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N1GBUSG/
The Truth Will Set You Free: getBook.at/TTWSYF
getBook.at/BooksByYoung
No Distance Between Us: http://amzn.to/2gR2rp7
Book Trailers:
Initiation book Trailer:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=db3bT...
Unbridled Book Trailer:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6J4ew...
Debauchery Book Trailer:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8g-h...
Turpitude Book Trailer:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NrVW...
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Much appreciated and kind regards,
Bernard (aka Young)