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He gets to know one of the legal experts who fight a vigorous struggle on behalf of the displaced victims. His name is Jabu, a stout Brotha in his late 30’s, and average height, thick, athletic body, mid-brown complexion, shaved head, moustache and the thickest backside Nigel has ever seen on a man. Seeing him from behind, when he doesn’t wear a jersey, Nigel’s got his eyes fixed on that pounding behind shaped as two half sized basketballs, forcing his pants to fold up his crack, separating the two halves.

After the series of meetings, Nigel is tired of the more-western-than-the-West city of Johannesburg with all its pretentiousness, and happily accepts when Jabu offers to take him to KwaZulu, Natal, the heartland of the proud Zulu people. He finds out that Jabu will attend an initiation school. Since he grew up in a township close to Johannesburg he never went through his rites of passage as a youth, and since he is getting married soon, he has decided to go through the training even at his age.

“You know, I can’t show my wife that I am uncircumcised, she would think I’m not a man” Jabu says as they drive in his car. They drive for several hours before they stop in a village. Jabu enters one of the traditionally built houses and comes back only after one hour. He explains to Nigel that he has negotiated with the chief that they can stay at the initiation camp for two days. Nigel is welcome to join. Before they can go to the camp, they both have to show their respect to the elders of the village, who, in turn offer them advise on how to stand up as strong warriors in life. The school normally trains 30-40 boys at the time, most of them in their late teens, early 20’s. Some stay up to 3 months, but many choose to stay for a shorter period. The two days the Brothas are to embark upon is a special arrangements that some of the business people participate in when they return to the village.

Night falls and their first task is to walk in utter darkness, through bushes and trees, to locate the camp. It takes them quite a while, but some time after midnight they find it. The boys are sleeping, covered only by blankets, under the open sky. Only the trainer, a spiritual leader, sleeps in a hut. They go to wake up the trainer and announce their arrival. Soon the whole camp is awake and welcomes the two newcomers. There are about 30 boys in the camp; they all seem to be in the age range 18-22. Jabu and Nigel are taken aside by some of the boys who shave Nigel’s head, take their clothes and give them a blanket each. As they later all sit around the big fireplace, they are instructed to take off their blankets and sit naked.

“The Creator brought you into this world like this”, the trainer says, “and you must enter your manhood in the same way”. He introduces Jabu and Nigel and says that, because of their age, they must be treated with respect and dignity. Nigel looks around and enjoys the youthful bodies sitting around him. His eyes wander down to their crotches and he notices that some of the young men are extremely well endowed. Nigel also notices that the boys look at him with a special respect because he is the only one who is circumcised.

To the pounding beat of drums, Nigel and Jabu are made to stand, surrounded by the young men. The trainer comes over to Nigel. “This” he says, grabbing Nigel’s swingin’ manhood, “This is the essence of your manhood.” He starts to squeeze the Caribbean bamboo gently. “This is your source of power and life, but also weakness”. Nigel’s manhood grows in the trainer’s hand. “Only those who learn how to control it and respect it will survive in his life. Tonight you will learn about its’ sweetness.”

The trainer commands the boys to stand in two lines, one in front of Nigel, one in front of Jabu. On the trainer’s signal, the boys come forward and put Jabu’s or Nigel’s manhood in their mouth, and are instructed “to suck the sugar out of it”. And, one by one, they come forward and do the best they can to suck out sugar of the Brothas’ manhoods. Nigel looks over at Jabu, who has closed his eyes and thoroughly enjoys the services. Nigel’s dick gets even harder by the look of this thick Brotha having his mega carrot serviced by youthful tongues. The boys seem to enjoy themselves, demonstrating their skills for a couple of minutes each. While some boys are untrained and insecure, others are confident and have some strong sucking skills. Nigel swears his manhood is growing longer from how some of the boys suck him deep. Some seem to be set to make him overflow, but the trainer always interferes and detaches the boy’s mouth from Island Cucumber, leaving it whopping and swingin’ wanting to spread some sugar.

By the time the last boys in line do their demonstrations, both Nigel and Jabu are frustrated, wanting to go for the finishing touch and spray their milk. But the trainer firmly denies them the pleasure. He orders them all to sit down and get ready for an offering to the gods of fertility, strength and growth. The boys are told to “bring out the juices with your own hand”. Nigel and Jabu are instructed to collect the juices. One by one, on the trainer’s signal, the young boys have to pleasure themselves, work up their load and shower it into the calabashes held by Nigel and Jabu. Rules apply, as only the boy who has been given the signal from the trainer can touch himself. If other boys are seen to fondle themselves, they are reprimanded. Also, if one boy takes too long time to reach his heights, the rest of the boys start to laugh, and he is embarrassed.

Nigel and Jabu get to witness quite a number of performances as they collect youth juice. Smaller members, bigger members, enormous members, long ones and thick ones, black and brown necks, red heads and blue heads, dance in front of their eyes. One by one, they offload their water of life into the calabash, and as each one is finished, the rest of the group applauds and cheers, as drums join in to salute--the bigger the load, the louder the cheering. The calabashes are getting fuller and fuller and when the last boy had done his duty, the trainer leads them in a ritual where they offer the collected juice.

Nigel and Jabu are still frustrated, since they are the only ones who have not been allowed to relieve themselves. But the trainer has a plan. He commands the boys to go back to sleep as he invites the Brothas into his own hut. He orders Nigel to lie down on the side with his back facing him. Nigel wonders what is the trainer up to. He is not going to accept anything up his behind! All of a sudden his thighs are parted and as he looks down, he sees a monstrous dick coming through his legs from behind. The trainer is initiating him into how men, since ancient times, have coped with their urges when women are far away. Inserting their members through the next man’s thighs–the brotherhood of warriors!

After having demonstrated, the trainer lets Nigel practice on Jabu. It’s a shame to be so close to the perfect behind and not get a chance to open it up, he thinks to himself. But he forgets it quickly as he inserts his manhood through Jabu’s thighs, and Jabu, with his big hands, grabs both members in his hand and gives them some serious double work. The two Brothas work themselves up, controlled, but still with the hunting instinct of an angry animal, chasing the prey. Just as they are about to enter the mountaintop, the trainer stops them and commands them that juice must never be spilt. He holds out the calabash as the Brothas get to their feet and pump their loads into it. The pressures, which were built up over long time, result in the men almost filling up the calabash all by themselves.

The trainer is supposed to refrain from anything but demonstration, he cannot engage in the activities. But, as Nigel is about to leave two days later, he decides that he wants to give the trainer a special thank you. He leads the trainer outside the camp. The trainer is not sure what is going to happen. Nigel bends down and presses a point between the trainer’s toes. Instantly, the trainer’s big cane pops out from behind the loincloth and points straight out. The trainer is amused by this, and quite surprised. He thinks that this is the whole trick and is totally overwhelmed when Nigel massages a point towards the back of his foot and his bone starts to shoot cascades of sweet white wine. A deep grunt comes from the back of his throat as he, in awe, observes the waterfalls from his manhood. They leave him behind with his mouth wide open, as he seems to have forgotten that he has broken the ancient law--he has spilt his juice.

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