The Clock Strikes Twelve #ScintillatingSunday
���The beauty of my unique education is that I was born,
Bred and schooled in the art of being a flirtatious seducer
And an expedient tactician.���
Bernard Tristan Foong
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The Clock Strikes Twelve
is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young
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Excerpt:
A boy tapped on the Marquis��� chamber door at precisely 12 midnight. His guardian, standing next to him, observed and waited with bated breath for an answer from the opposite side.
The door slid ajar, and a voice beckoned them to enter the darkened chambers. A single candle illuminated the adjoining room. No sound was heard except that of the boy���s thumping heartbeat, drumming audibly within the confines of his finely spun thobe. His Valet led him towards the authoritative voice. ���Come here!���
Suddenly, darkness enveloped both chambers. The candle had been snuffed out. Unexpectedly, a hand grabbed the adolescent, pulling him into the adjoining room. He let out a whimpering sound from this abrupt incursion, as he was being pushed brusquely onto the king. The naked Marquis was atop the boy, while his guardian stood guard a few feet away. The Valet was ready to pounce if anything abhorrent was to happen to his charge.
Mathieu lifted the boy���s hands above his head, pinning him onto the bed as he pried open his sensual lips to receive the man���s passionate kisses. The lad feigned a series of wiggling movements, attempting to get free from his intruder. The Frenchman tied his wrists to a post before ripping away his thobe to reveal his flawless skin. The boy���s hardness throbbed unflaggingly against his washboard stomach, stirring the man���s erection to bounce frantically against his analog���s excitement. Straddling the young man, they French kissed as their manhood oscillated in rhythmic synchronicity. The Marquis lifted himself to feed his bobbing length into the boy���s oral orifice. The bound youth thrashed rousingly to this stimulating onslaught. He swallowed the bulbousness in gulps of ecstasy.
Suddenly, a blindfold encased the aristocrat. Surprised by this unforeseen invasion, the Marquis was at a loss, but the oral stimulation was too enticing for him to forgo. He continued feeding his captive while he desperately tried to writhe free from the bondage that had now rendered him sightless. His hands were forced and roped tightly behind his back by a pair of muscular arms he had not seen in the dark. This precipitous turn of events served only to heighten his sexual anticipation. His attempted struggles soon transformed to rapturous exultations. Instead of being the dominant partner in this game of lustful eroticism, he was at the mercy of his surpriser, who had lubricated him sufficiently for the lad to slide his engorgement into the man���s anal opening. The captive jounced jubilantly onto the hardness that encased him. He rode uncompromisingly onto the jabbing intrusion as if riding a wild stallion.
The intruder had released the boy���s hands. He clutched his captive���s hips, impaling him onto the frantic assault of his impending release. Mathieu���s exhilarations leaked a succession of stickiness onto his impaler���s chest. The Valet scooped up the manliness before feeding his charge drips of gummy viscosity, to the lad���s prodigious delight, as he groaned lustily, burying his abundance into the taut confines of his rider.
The provocative stimulation shoved Mathieu over the edge; his liberation shot onto his impaler���s youthful face as they rode unyieldingly until his length receded from the man. The Marquis slumped onto the boy���s torso as he extricated himself from the aristocrat. The Frenchman flumped onto the bed, waiting to be extradited from his bonded imprisonment. That act of clemency did not arrive until the Marquis wrestled himself free some hours later. By then, Gudrun and Adolf had left the sadomasochistic chambers that had been intended to entice my sagacious Andy and me at the stroke of midnight.
From the back cover
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 seven volumes.
There are 7 volumes in A Harem Boy���s Saga series.
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young
Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 13 months running.
Email: young@aharemboysaga.com
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5.0 out of 5 stars Addicted to this series
By ocmdVINE VOICE on July 3, 2015
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I loved the first two books in the Harem Boy���s Saga and I devoured book three just as eagerly. Debauchery is a seamless transition in the author���s amazing journey, and I admit I am now addicted to this series. Correspondence in 2012 supplements the story as Young relates his experiences and feelings in 1967. He was a young boy when he flew to London to meet his beloved Valet, Andy. They���d been apart for eight weeks, and they missed each other desperately. Once they were together again, they could not wait to give in to their passion. Their reunion captivated me. I became totally involved with the characters and emotionally invested in their story. The journey moves on to the French Riviera, and other exotic locations that are so well described, I felt like I was there. Young and Andy become part of a royal household and all the joy and sadness of their taboo lifestyle is related with honesty and in a wonderfully engaging style. Knowing the story was true only made it more compelling. There was no way I could put it down. Kudos to the author for letting us share his journey of self-discovery.
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