Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2012 17:02:04 +0100 (BST)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Black Mukanda Pt 3

The days passed quickly in the mukanda camp. Illunga and Malunda were
occupied from dawn until dusk in one activity or another. They made further
forays into the bush testing their skills in the hunt for animals. They
learned from Kasongo and Katula the skills of catching fish in the river,
using their home made traps. The youths spent many hours at the feet of
their elder cousins listening to recitals of the history of the Sanga
people and the exploits of the great chiefs who had governed the
tribe. Complicated lineages of clans and families were committed to
memory. The powers of the fetishes were explained and the intricate system
of taboos concerning relationships and marriage were explained to Illunga
and Malunda.

When the moon was almost full, three or four days away at the most, Illunga
and Malunda stood naked once more in front of their seated cousins and the
learned at last the secrets of the ritual which would transform them from
boys into men.

"When the moon is full your uncle, Katunga will come and complete the
ceremonies of mukanda." Kasongo declared, "Our father is a skilled
circumciser. He will cut away the skin of your manhoods. You will feel
great pain when the knife cuts your organs of pleasure but you must
withstand the heat of the knife and show yourselves to be brave and
courageous. It would be shameful for you to cry out at the moment that your
hoods are severed. You will be given many days to rest and recover after
your circumcision. When you are healed there will be a triumphal feast in
your village but no younger boy will ever know what has been done to
you. From that day you shall hide your manhood from all but your future
wives and those who have been through mukanda before you."

 Kasongo announced, "Now we shall test your strength to face the knife of
adulthood. Illunga step forward towards me." Seeing no knife in the
vicinity, Illunga was relieved that whatever the test was it would not be
like the day they had been scarified with the tribal marks.

Kasongo reached forward and pushed back Illunga's tube of foreskin way
behind the plum shaped helmet and dragged a sharp finger nail around the
portion where the foreskin appeared to change colour. He held up the penis
to see the underside and scratched his nail in a line down from the string
along the sensitive skin. Illunga winced as the finger nail bit into him
but the discomfort was but a prelude to what followed.

Picking up a small pot, Kasongo dipped a flattened stick into a bright red
paste. Then, holding Illunga's foreskin tightly back with his left hand he
began to smear the sensitive skin with the hot concoction. For a few
seconds, Illunga felt a pleasant warming sensation as his penis began to
heat up and swell with a slight tumescence. However, warmth turned to
burning as Kasongo continued to apply the paste. Pleasure began to turn to
pain, especially when the paste began to burn into the very sensitive flesh
on the underside of his penis in the places where the string joined the
helmet and the shaft. Tears were beginning to form in the corners of his
eyes as he willed himself to keep silence. The muscles of his thighs and
buttocks clenched as he tried to remain motionless. However, the burning
pain of the ordeal was as nothing compared to the moment when Kasongo
pulled up the foreskin to its normal position and trapped the paste inside
bringing

 it into contact with Illunga's throbbing helmet. The moment the heat of
the paste made contact with the sensitive lips of his piss slit, Illunga
screamed out.

Without warning, the agony in his penis was matched by a sharp stab of pain
as a bamboo stick came down ferociously on his buttocks. Katula berated
him, "You must keep silence and bear the heat. In a few days it will be the
heat of the knife. You will not disgrace your clan by your childish cries."
And with that he struck the trembling buttocks once more as if to reinforce
the lesson.

Kasongo ordered Illunga to stand aside. "Go into the shade of the banana
tree. Stand with your legs apart and your hands clasped behind your
back. Under no circumstances must your touch your manhood. Learn to accept
the pain of the heat and think of the day when you will be a man."

Illuinga stumbled away hardly able to believe that this was really
happening. With tears running from his eyes he made his way, a few yards
over to the grove of banana trees and positioned himself as
ordered. Despite the pain, the burning and the shame, his penis was half
erect and the tightness of his foreskin against the helmet only intensified
the agony which he felt as the pepper paste burned into him. Standing in
the shade, away from the glare of the sun he was conscious of the cool air
on his torso compared to the heat in his groin.

From where he stood Illunga was able to see Malunda step forward to be
tortured by Kasongo. Behind his young cousin stood Katula, bamboo cane in
hand, ready to strike at the first show of fear. He did not have to wait
long. Malunda screeched as the pepper paste burned into the very sensitive
spot under the helmet and the cane beat down on his trembling
buttocks. Malunda was obviously not going to suffer in silence and
continued to cry out, all the more loudly as the foreskin was pulled up and
his helmet was smeared with the deadly paste as it made contact with the
burning inner skin of his foreskin. Katula had no mind to show mercy and
too many times to count, brought down the bamboo stick with all his force
onto the buttocks of the terrified youth.

Ordered now to join Illunga by the banana trees, Malumba crawled rather
than walked across the dusty ground, weeping bitter tears as he did
so. Katula followed him and pulled the youth up by the shoulders, grasping
his arms and positioning him legs apart, hands behind his back at the side
of Illunga.

"Hold up your heads and look forward. Be men and not boys. Stand in
stillness until you are called." Katula was severe both in countenance and
voice as he addressed the two young cousins. His ferocity on the day they
had been cut with the knife of scarification had been a shock to the boys
but this was nothing short of cruelty.

Katula left the weeping pair and disappeared with Kasongo into the elders'
hut. Illunga and Malunda, terrified by the pain the pain they were enduring
and fearful of being surprised by a sudden reappearance of their cousins
remained motionless and silent in the shade of the trees trying to accustom
themselves, at least mentally to the burning in their groins.

It was Malunda who broke the silence. "It is true. Do you remember when I
said that perhaps the skin of our cousins' manhoods could have been cut
off? We are `the uncircumcised' and soon we shall be cut. Illunga, do you
think the pain will be worse on that day than it is now?"

"I don't know. But it cannot be much worse than this is." replied
Illunga. "Why should a man have to suffer so? I don't understand why we
have to have this done. Does it make our cocks stronger or better able to
father a child?"

To that there was no answer. Malunda was just as perplexed as to the reason
for the ritual. Perhaps Kasongo or Katula would explain one evening as they
sat around the charcoal fire, just as they had explained so many other
mysteries of life in the Sanga tribe.

As the morning wore on and sun rose higher in the sky, the temperature of
the air around them rose with it, the pain and the burning in their groins
mercifully began to subside. Illunga and Malunda relaxed a little and
reflected silently on the lesson that a man must learn to endure
suffering. When Illunga could not longer feel the sting of the paste in his
piss slit he reasoned that pain was indeed passing, and that, as Kasongo
had insisted, he must learn to bear it like a man. Malunda was not as
philosophical. He knew that his cock was a thing of beauty and hoped quite
simply that he would not be disfigured for life by the ritual he would be
forced to undergo.

At long last, after what seemed to be a whole morning of waiting Kasongo
and Katula reappeared, as always dressed in their animal skins, in contrast
to their ever naked cousins. Now, they seemed to be once more the friendly
elders, inviting Illunga and Malunda to come back to the compound to be
cleansed.

Illunga stood in front of Kasongo who pulled back the still warm foreskin
and began to pour a mixture of water and goat's milk over the tender flesh
of the shaft and the now super-sensitive crown. Illunga breathed deeply as
the cooling liquid bathed his cock. Wiping away the last traces of the
pepper paste with a small cloth and having thoroughly rinsed the delicate
tissue of the piss slit Kasongo was satisfied that the swelling and
inflammation from the ordeal would soon go down. Picking up a small pot of
brilliant white kaolin clay, he pulled back Illunga's foreskin to the limit
and smeared the white clay around the shaft right up to the groove behind
the helmet before tugging the foreskin back into place, or at least as far
as it could be pulled now that the inner surfaces were caked with
clay. When Malunda had been cleansed from his ordeal the two youths were
allowed to go and lay down in the shade of their hut with the promise of
food later in

 the afternoon.

That evening as the group sat around the fire, watching the silvery bright
moon rise in the star studded sky, Kasongo and Katula began to explain the
reasons for the circumcision ritual which their nephews were soon to
undergo. "Many generations ago the Sanga were but a small tribe who had
lived alone, rarely having contacting with those beyond the great
river......when the great chief Kalenga made an alliance with the Lubala he
gave his daughter in marriage to the heir of that kingdom......She learned
that her husband was circumcised and as their children attained manhood
they too were cut like their father before them.....of these boys, two were
given in marriage to nieces of our Sanga chief Kulungu. It was these Lubala
men who introduced the tradition of circumcision to our people. Many years
ago when their sons grew to manhood, they had their foreskins cut. The
Sanga cousins of their generation were cut alongside them and in the years
after it

 became our tradition. You should be proud that you will be cut by our
father whose ancestor was one of the first men of Sanga to learn the art of
circumcision."

Katula continued, "It is said that the cut head of the manhood is more
powerful than that of the uncut man. You will discover as the months and
years pass, after your circumcision, your crown will become tougher and
more solid. The shape may even change as it grows outwards at the base,
freed from its constriction. In a little time you will face the knife, as
have your ancestors before you. Be brave and show that you are worthy of
our name. After you have been cut you will not touch your organs for
pleasure until the day that you are released from mukanda. Be warned that
after the circumcision, you will at times begin to grow hard but you must
be disciplined and refuse to let your man juices flow until the day you are
freed of mukanda's obligations."

That night Illunga and Malunda slept close to one another, their arms and
legs entwined, their cocks and sacs pressed close but soft and interiorly
still pasted with the soothing kaolin clay. In the morning at first light
they were taken to the river where they bathed and cleaned out their
foreskins washing away every last trace of the clay which had by now
absorbed all traces of the heat which had burned them the previous
day............

Three days later, they hunted in the forest for the last time. That night
as they sat around the fire Kasongo announced that the moon was indeed full
and that the following day their uncle, Katunga would come to perform the
circumcisions. With hearts beating, in both fear and excitement Illunga and
Malunda retired to their cabin. After two weeks of pleasures, pains,
adventures and mysteries revealed Illunga and Malunda had almost arrived at
the moment when they would in the eyes of the tribe become men. The young
men talked of how they must be brave, each encouraging the other with words
to show solidarity in face of the knife. They had been warned already of
the days of pain and the weeks of soreness which would follow the
cutting. Kasongo had intimated, without being explicit that tonight they
should empty their sacs of man juice in preparation for the ordeal and the
weeks during which they would be unable to enjoy the pleasures of their
manhoods.

Caressing each other's ball sacs and languidly pulling foreskins up and
down Illunga and Malunda brought each other to stiffness. Fingers probing
for one last time into the foreskins, pulling and stretching them they each
mused on the pleasures which they would soon no longer be able to
enjoy. Perhaps new possibilities would become evident after their time of
healing. Illunga shifted himself, crawling alongside his cousin in order to
take Malunda's cock in his mouth whilst simultaneously pulling Malunda's
head towards his own stiff organ. With perfect precision the two youths
sucked and licked at each other's exposed helmets, tonguing the piss slits
which had so recently been fired by pepper, but which were tonight as
sensitive and delectable as ever. Each took the other's organ slowly and
deeply until the first drops of salty and watery juice began to flow.

Needing no prompting Malunda began to edge away from Illunga and presented
his buttocks to his cousin, reaching round to guide the rampant cock in
between the slender cheeks towards his quivering hole. Illunga steadily
pushed his way into Malunda who bucked and arched his body to receive the
swollen pole of flesh. Illunga used the tightness of the hole to encourage
his foreskin to retract and then recover his gland, knowing that this
newfound but exquisite pleasure would very soon be lost to him.

The days of pain and fear receded into the distant past as Malunda felt his
chute being stretched and the helmet of the welcome intruder rub against
his nut of pleasure. His own cock began to leak a stream of fluid while
Illunga pushed and pulled in and out of the fleshy hole. In moments it was
almost over. Illunga began to gasp and pant like a man possessed as he
increased his speed. His eight inches of hard flesh began to throb inside
the warm, tight chute. Malunda's muscle started to contract around
Illunga's cock and in a moment the organ began to shoot its juice into
Malunda's body. Illunga cried out in ecstasy while his cock delivered its
load.

With the last pulsation of his cock Illunga pulled out and turning around
grabbed his cousin's stiff penis guiding it into his now damp and quivering
buttocks. If Malunda could experience what he had just known then they
would truly be brothers before the knife of circumcision. Malunda did not
disappoint his cousin. With firm and regular strokes he ploughed his way
into Illunga's chute and finding the nut of pleasure massaged it with his
hard swollen helmet. Illunga believed he might be brought to a second
ejaculation as the cock inside him pushed at his inner gland. Malunda took
his cousin with deep and forceful shafting very soon bringing himself to
the moment of no return. His thick cock started to pulsate and when he felt
his balls tightening, the sac pulling up to his groin he began to cry with
pleasure. Never had he imagined that a climax could be so intense. His
helmet swelled yet more and throbbed as his cock released its cream into

 Illunga's bowels. The two youths pulled each other ever more tightly
towards each other, united in pleasure and relief as the tensions of the
recent days disappeared in a flood man juice.

As the sun rose the following morning Illunga and Malunda were woken from
their sleep by Kasongo who led them down to the river to bathe. Katula
followed, carrying a large pot of kaolin. Once bathed the youths stood
before their cousins who began to smear the white clay over their heads,
faces, abdomens, buttocks and thighs.

Arriving back at the clearing between the cabins and the edge of the forest
Illunga and Malunda saw their uncle Katunga, dressed in an elaborate
costume of animal skins and seated on a richly carved ceremonial chair. On
the ground around him were a number of pots and calabasses, and next to a
pot of water boiling on a charcoal fire, a skin on which was laid two
knives, one larger than the other.

Malumba, as the youngest of the two candidates for circumcision was ordered
into the cabin whilst Illunga was led to his uncle and ordered to stand
legs apart and looking forwards in front of the seated circumciser. Kasongo
and Katula stood at either side of their cousin and held him not too
tightly but all the same firmly by the shoulders as Katunga reached out and
took the youthful penis in his hand. Pouring cool water from a calabasse
over the organ he fingered the lump that was the gland, hidden by the
foreskin, before stretching the skin back to cleanse the inner surfaces.
Pulling the foreskin forward he stared at the penis before picking up the
larger of the two knives. Steadily, he pricked the skin of the shaft around
its circumference at a considerable distance down from the gland causing
tiny droplets of blood to surface on the black shaft skin.

 Letting the penis drop, Katunga put the razor sharp knife into the pot of
boiling water, resting its ivory handle against the side. Taking a copper
disc, which had a small hole bored into its centre, he pulled the penis
towards him and began to thread the redundant foreskin through the
hole. Continuing to pull and stretch he at last reached the point where the
shaft skin, oozing tiny droplets of blood, was in sight, ahead of the
disc. Using his thumb he then began to pull out the foreskin from the
inside even further, increasing the amount of flesh that was now trapped
ahead of the disc, the copper round pushing against the crown of the penis.

Adroitly positioning the foreskin with the thumb and forefinger of his left
hand, Katunga reached over, pulled the ivory handled knife from the boiling
water and in an instant severed the foreskin from Illunga's penis.

For a moment Illunga felt nothing, but as Katunga slipped the disc off the
tip of his penis and the remains of his foreskin slipped back down over the
helmet and came to rest almost half way down his shaft, Illunga felt a fire
spreading through his penis and across his groin. Never, not even the day
of the pepper paste, had he felt such a searing wave of pain. With buttocks
clenching and his empty stomach pushing bile into his gullet he closed his
eyes, praying to every ancestor he could name to keep him steady.

Kasongo and Katula, knowing that the ordeal was not yet over increased the
tightness of their hold on Illunga's shoulders.

By now blood was beginning to flow from the wound and drip on to the dusty
ground beneath Illunga's feet. Katunga, satisfied that enough skin had been
excised, held up the penis to examine the shape and length of the band of
flesh which joined the crown to the shaft of his nephew's organ. Wiping
away the blood which had run onto the gland, he was able to grasp it
tightly between his left thumb and forefinger lifting it high into the air,
stretching the organ upwards. Taking the miniature knife from the pot he
began the delicate task of excising the band of flesh.

The three cuts which it took to denude the underside of Illunga's penis
were quickly executed but caused the youth to cry out in agony. His
resistance was over and now he gave into the pain which no man should ever
have to suffer. Kasongo rapidly clasped his hand over the mouth of his
nephew in a futile attempt to silence him. Katula attempted to console his
agonised cousin by wrapping his arm around Illunga's but nothing could ease
the agony which the youth was now enduring.

 Katunga let the bloody penis drop. He reached down and picked up a small
clay platter heaped with fine charcoal dust. Taking the penis in his hand
he pressed it into the black powder, confident that in moments the flow of
blood where the band of flesh had been severed would be staunched, even if
the pain of the operation would continue to torment the youth.

The primitive surgery over, the two elder cousins carried the tearful youth
over to a bed of banana leaves and laid him down, his penis oozing and
dripping blood onto the green foliage.

Remembering the screams and cries of Malunda when he had been scarified and
put to the pepper paste test, Kasongo and Katula went to fetch their
younger cousin from the cabin where he had remained hidden during the
circumcision of Illunga. They agreed that it would be necessary to hold the
boy both by the shoulders and the waist for the first cut, and so it proved
necessary.

Malunda was impassive during the preliminary procedures but as the knife
sliced away his foreskin he began to tremble, gasp and pant. When the disc
was removed he cried out, and lowering his head to see what was happening
to him, yelled as the bloody skin slipped back down his shaft. Knowing
that the worst pain was yet to come, Kasongo and Katula grasped their
cousin firmly around the hips and waist as their father cut away the
delicate piece of skin on the underside of the penis. By now, the boy was
screaming for all his worth. The animals of the forest could not have made
a greater howl as he was carried, quite literally, for he could not walk,
over to his bed of banana leaves.

In the time that it had taken to circumcise Malunda, Illunga had begun to
breathe deeply and accustom himself to the throbbing which he felt in his
groin. With Malunda now laying beside him and the two of them dripping
blood onto their bed of leaves he began to wonder if he would ever feel
pleasure in his cock again. The pepper test had been a moment of pain in
comparison to this agony which felt as if it would never end. He had cried
out at the most extreme moment but now he wished with all his heart that
Malunda could cease his weeping and come to terms with the pain which would
see their transformation from boy to man accomplished.

The bleeding youths were left for a while whilst Kasongo, Katula and their
father Katunga prepared the materials for the next stage of the
proceedings.

It was Katula, who gently lifting his younger cousin from his prostrate
position, helped him to walk over towards Katunga and Kasongo. This time,
the youth was directed to seat himself on a log stool facing his uncle.

Taking the bloodied penis in one hand, Katunga poured rich palm wine over
the shaft. Reaching for dried, ground medicinal herbs he covered the wound
with the sweet smelling dust and then began to wrap the organ with long
strips of eucalyptus leaves, softened in warm water.  Kasongo then tied
these in place with raffia strings. Almost immediately, Illunga began to
feel the soothing qualities of the dressing. He stared down at his penis
which was now wrapped in the produce of the forest, leaving just the tip of
his gland visible beyond the dark green covering of leaf.

Silently, Katula led the boy towards his cabin and with great tenderness
laid him down on a new blanket covering his chest and abdomen with the old
one, leaving the circumcised penis to  cool in the damp air of the
enclosure. Very soon Malunda was laying at his side. Their pain and emotion
precluded conversation and very soon the two youths were drowsing in a
light sleep.

They were awoken by Katula sometime after mid-day. Their cousin was now all
solicitude and gentleness as he offered them tender chunks of meat,
vegetables and maize porridge, encouraging them to eat and regain their
strength. As if to add a note of congratulation and celebration Katula
shared with them a container of maize beer which very soon had Illunga and
Malunda drifting off to sleep once more. Again in the evening, pots of beer
along with fish and vegetables, served to help the youths forget the pains
of the day and fall asleep with only a dull ache in their groins.

When the sun rose the following day, Kasongo came to the door of the cabin
carrying pots of powders and leaves. Katula followed with a
calabsse. Illunga and Katula took it in turn to sit on a log whilst Katula
softened the eucalyptus bandages with water in order that Kasongo could
remove them. The wounds when revealed were raw and very red. The flesh
appeared to be extremely tender at the edge where the knife had cut. But,
as far as Kasongo could see, there was no sign of inflammation or
infection. Carefully and very gently he applied a new coating of herbal
powders to each penis, paying special attention to pack the V behind the
crown with the healing plant extracts. Once the organs had been wrapped in
fresh eucalyptus leaves the youths were left on their own to rest in the
shade of the banana grove, being interrupted only to be fed and given yet
more maize beer.

Day by day, the healing progressed and on the fourth morning after the
circumcision, Kasongo pronounced the wounds to be strong enough to be left
open with only a coating of dark orange palm oil to aid the process. Having
been cleansed of the remains of kaolin which still adhered to their heads
and torsos, Illunga and Malunda were presented with loincloths made of the
softest goatskin. The coverings would help to keep dirt and dust away from
their genitals and given them a modicum of modesty as their organs
continued to heal..................

Four weeks later...............

By now restless, healed and anxious to return to village life, Illunga and
Malunda were pleasantly surprised to see one morning their uncle Katunga
arrive at the mukanda camp. Dressed again in a collection of animal skins
he did appear to have a more festive appearance given the feathers and
ornaments which had been added to his costume. Having taken his place on
the ceremonial chair he called his sons and nephews to stand before
him. Illunga and Malunda were ordered to remove their loin cloths and
present themselves for examination.

Illunga stepped forward and Katunga studied the solid penis. The scar line
of the circumcision was evidently already turning from red to dark brown,
contrasting with the almost black skin below it and the pinkish flesh
above. Taking the penis in his hand Katunga held it up to examine the site
where there had once been the band of flesh. Here, the wound where the skin
had been carved away, was more red than black, but the flaring edges of the
helmet testified to accurate and aesthetic surgery. Stepping back, Illunga
made space for his younger cousin to stand before Katunga who in moments
pronounced himself well satisfied with the circumcisions.

"You are now men of the Sanga tribe. Today you are released from your
abstinence and tomorrow you will return to Kitenge, never again to sleep in
the huts of your mothers. You will find new huts prepared for you and your
elders will give you instructions on your new responsibilities in the
village. But I warn you, you must never, ever speak of the secrets of
mukanda or reveal what has passed between you in this camp. My sons,
Kasongo and Katula you may now proceed with the final rite of manhood."

At their father's instruction Kasongo and Katula stripped off their
coverings and knelt before their young cousins. Katunga poured onto their
palms a quantity of wild aloe cream with which they proceeded to massage
the recently healed organs. In seconds Illunga and Malunda grew to erection
as hands worked their way up and down the circumcised shafts. The elders
knew that after a full month of being forbidden to touch their cocks the
youths would be hypersensitive to the touch and ready to shoot their
cream. But tradition demanded that they, the sponsors of the mukanda should
be the first to receive the initiate's loads.

Bending forwards, Kasongo and Katula bared their buttocks to their nephews
and reaching around pulled the youths with their stiff cocks, towards their
own clefts. Illunga and Malunda had no hesitation in pushing themselves
towards the dark black holes opening up before their trobbing
helmets. Greased with the aloe cream, their tightly skinned shafts plunged
into Kasongo and Katula who responded by bucking their bodies up and down
the circumcised cocks.

Malunda, always the most sensitive of the two, was first to start gasping
and panting as weeks of unspent manjuice flooded into Katula's chute. Like
a man possessed he continued to thrust and pull as his still tender manhood
released its load. Meanwhile, Illunga managed to find his cousin's walnut
of pleasure, deep inside Kasongo's chute, and was plunging his massive
helmet against it when he too began to feel tightness in his ball sac and
insistent throbbing in his shaft. Howling with relief and delight, he
pushed himself with all his might against Kasongo whilst the creamy juice
spat itself out into the tight chute. Riding up and down, in and out,
Illunga  pumped his life-giving fluids into the man who had done so much
to help bring him to manhood.

Mukanda was now accomplished.

Thanks for reading. Comments always gratefully received. Jeremy.