[One of many chapters set in the same world. These do not have to be read in order at this time, so enjoy in whichever sequence you like!
Sit back, relax, and suspend belief for a moment in this world where sex is far less taboo in public spaces than you may be used to. While our characters break a sweat, you don't have to lift a finger... unless, of course, you want to.]
Braylen was in a near-trance state at this point, with his mind a mixture of his Intentions, a vision of purpose in mantra-like form, and physical bliss. The energy buzzing through every molecule in his body was such that he imagined he could be glowing right now, but through the slits of his nearly closed eyes, the candle-light just faintly flickered. He lay on a table atop a layer of soft blankets, completely naked other than an onyx ring on his right middle finger. A soft breath of air could be heard escaping his lips as the Provider for his session ran their hands swiftly back up his inner thighs, over his shaven balls and onto his waiting shaft, which twitched almost eagerly.
Braylen's job was to receive the service the Provider delivered while focusing on his Intentions, the direction he wanted the energy building inside of him to go, once it was released. He breathed in deeply through his nose and held the air for a moment as the Provider again worked both hands up his stiff organ, slick with essential oils of ylang ylang, chosen for confidence and inspiration, and cedarwood, for strength and persistence. As he released the air through pursed lips, Braylen saw himself overturning the current leader, as the first in four decades to give a voice back to the people.
This was the scholar's first ritual with a Provider, and he was thoroughly impressed. He was already well versed in the propensities of various oils, herbs, and stones, he understood directed meditation practices, and of course, he knew that orgasmic energy was a uniquely powerful force of nature. However, when combined in this hours-long practice, Braylen could already see the potential for effecting some great changes. The Provider, dressed in simple, dark robes and a pair of well-made leather slippers, had instructed him that this process was tailored to suit his particular needs and bring him the success he sought; success he lacked due to his reserved nature and difficulty speaking in public.
The practice had begun just as the sun descended to the tops of the mountains, where the last golden rays could emblazon the inside of the small cabin through its one large westward-facing window. The wide, uncovered deck on that side of the cabin overhung a slope going down to the bank of a swiftly flowing river, a great source of power in and of itself.
The ritual had begun outside the cabin with an act requiring faith and bravery. Faith in himself and the Provider, and bravery because a bed of glowing embers over lava rocks was not normally the sort of thing he would set foot on. He had needed to dig deep within himself for the courage to complete this first task, without a bit of clothing to protect him, but once he accomplished it, he felt as if the embers from the ground had leapt into his heart and lit a fire within him.
The exhilaration of this event would now need to be contained as the second act involved a meditative focus, seated on a "throne" of sorts, in which the scholar's energy could be funneled into a purposeful directive. This large, wooden arm chair was placed on the deck facing the disappearing sun, where Braylen was seated upright with his legs spread wide, arms relaxed, and eyes closed. As he meditated, the Provider chanted in a low voice and slowly brushed two smooth jade stones in circular patterns over his skin. Braylen had noticed that the burning energy that had built up earlier in his chest was now being ushered downward, toward the space between his abdomen and his thighs.
At the final stroke, after what had seemed like a long time, Braylen felt an immense warmth between his legs. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the sun was gone behind the mountains and his naked member was standing quite erect in the twilight. It seemed almost larger than he remembered in the past.
Although these first two parts of the process maintained a procedural air and were not directly sexual, the skilled Provider directed every step to ensure the maximum amount of Braylen's energy would be harnessed for an exceptionally explosive climax. Everything had a purpose. The oils, the candles placed at one end of the table, the fibers that made up the downy blanket, Braylen's reposed position on the table, the chimes and gongs softly playing in the background.
