Hamar looked at Gita as Gita settled himself cross-legged in front of him and pinned him with burning eyes. Gita’s face, framed within a black shock of hair, had a wild sensuality to it.
“Little Majus,” said Gita respectfully. “There are things a majician must know about forces at work on every man. Earthly forces that can trip up even the most powerful.”
Omar Hassan strolled behind Gita, “It is noted you have grown, Hamar,” Omar said, not even looking at him as he spoke. “Your arms, your legs, are muscling. There is the hair. The voice is deepening,” He swung the perfume at him, “inconsistently of course.” He moved on. “You have begun to gain your shoulders – nicely. And are feeling the burn of men’s passions, having men’s thoughts.” Hamar hunkered down, hating this.
“Hamar,” said Gita, “you have learned to control many other things. Now you must learn to control yourself. There are not only natural forces but supernatural ones that accompany rising desire in majicians. You will soon be eighteen. These forces must not have ascendancy over you.”
Hamar straightened up, lifted his chin, saying, “I do not let my feelings rule me.” Omar dribbled herbs into the pot and swung the smoke under Hamar’s nose. Gita suddenly went immobile and penetrated his burning stare into the youth!
Behind the two men a stringed instrument sounded from within the dark at the back of the room. Its notes had a down-pulling quality to them. The beats throbbed and made a curiously bulbous feeling low in Hamar’s groins. His abdomen stirred more with each thump of the instrument, igniting those urges of his which no one must ever know about! He breathed heavily despite himself.
Suddenly a female figure, naked underneath floaty cloth, glided into the room from the dark. Gita kept Hamar pinned in his stare, while the boy only had eyes for the golden girl advancing toward him to the beat of the music. Steadily, the pumping in Hamar’s loins increased and excitement began to rise in him like a fever. He was sure the female was being moved by the same twanging pulse of the instrument, each of her dancing steps seemed planted to it, the jolt going up through her belly and breasts, and her skin getting rosier. In front of Hamar Gita suddenly shut his eyes.
Hamar panicked! The movement in his loincloth was betraying him to these tutors! Hotter feelings than he’d ever known before were burning their way up his insides. The girl spun closer, her kholed eyes no longer innocent, but fierce with womanly desire for him. He felt on fire, his mouth aching and hollow, then salivating madly, his body out of his control! He panted faster and faster until he fell back dizzy, trembling and hot. Then the vision of the girl and the music vanished! He was aware only of Gita’s intense eyes now wide open and burning into him!
Gita drew in a long breath through his nostrils and slowly blew it out. Then he smiled.
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