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The Chief is Dead“Oh, House-Father,” whined the slender, younger male concubine. “Take me!”“Your womanly body feels so good on my manhood,” the head of the family roared as he pounded the delicate, smooth eunuch.“Oh yes, Master. Give it to me,” called out the castrated being with a ‘light spirit’.“That’s a good girl! Open up your flower!”“It’s all yours, Nana,” he referred to his dominant lover using the word accorded to the ruling class of his people.“Yes! Yes it is.”The head of the family huffed as he slammed his generous dick into the wanting booty hole of his slave. Fadi was a man of great prominence. He had three wives and ten c***dren. He also had three male slaves who dressed as women and served as his concubines. He was a true Asante man in every right. Having been descended from his mother’s line, he had been elected chief by the Elders of his town to be their leader. Everyone in the family owed him respect. And they gave it.Fadi had walked the earth for more than 60 summers. His once broad, athletic body was somewhat thinner now, but no less pleasing than it had been in his prime. He was known for his intellect and cool, calm demeanor. He was in the best of health.The short, tender paramour smelled of jasmine and lust. Fadi’s sweat drenched the cooing bottom boi. “Oh, House-Father! Fuck me!”“That’s right! Take House-Father’s love stick! Make me explode.”“Yes! Yes! Oh yes, Nana,” wailed the newest member of the harem.“Ahhhhhhhhhhh,” barked Fadi.Then.He.Collapsed.It was not unusual as Fadi was typically spent after a romp with one of his sissy wives. Gyasi giggled and whispered, “That was very good, Father!” He pushed against the heavy weight on top of him. But, it felt different. It was awkward and burdensome.Fadi did not move.Gyasi pushed harder. His strength was impaired thanks to the lack of testosterone in his body due to the surgical manipulation of his gonads. He closed his large, dark eyes and willed himself to get the power he needed. Finally, he moved his hefty lover off of tokat escort him. He sat up and checked to see if Fadi was still breathing.Fadi was no more.His spirit had begun the transition to the ancestral world. Gyasi understood this very well having grown up in the civilization. He dressed quickly and went to inform the Queen-Mother, Fadi’s maternal aunt. She was the spiritual leader of the town and Fadi’s primary adviser. After paying the renowned woman the respect accorded to her position, the concubine shared the news.From that moment on, preparations were underway for the funeral celebration of Fadi. Not the least of which Gyasi knew would seal his fate.While the Akan people of the Asante Kingdom condoned and allowed the use of male sex slaves for men, they regarded those serfs as a part of the man. Gyasi and his counterparts were to be ritually killed since Fadi was now dead.Gyasi and the others understood their duty. They had been loved and adored by the great man. This was the ultimate gift of their devotion to Fadi. A normal rite because of his generosity and blessing he had bestowed upon them and their families. The people would miss them too. Gyasi was the youngest of the three and had been around for five years. Boadi was the chief eunuch and revered by all for his love and compassion. The third was Yoofi – a forceful, brave being that was protective and cunning.Each of them respected their culture and heritage. Their passage to the World of the Ancestors was carried out with the greatest of love.The Queen-Mother, Fadi’s wives, his c***dren, and his extended family were dressed in red cloth at the funeral celebration. They were adorned by every bit of gold jewelry their bodies could support. Chiefs from other towns and district chiefs were in attendance. They came with their own eunuchs and courtiers who covered them with large red and black umbrellas as they arrived for the services. Those men and the others unrelated to Fadi wore black.Drummers stroked their instruments escort tokat exceptionally. Attendees numbered in the hundreds. Fadi’s death, like all passings, was a blow to the entire community. The Akan venerated their ancestors. They participated in traditional offerings to the spirits and dance. They ate and drank and communed together to accompany Fadi to this next phase. The partying was wild and fun. Fires blazed at nightfall.The Queen-Mother was busy with the other senior members of the town figuring out who would be the next chief. She put forward her grandson, the eldest c***d of her daughter. Leadership passed matrilineally in this society. The body and the blood came from the mother. The soul came from the father. This told the Akan that c***dren were most closely related to their mother’s family.So, while the head of the family or town or district and up to the entire empire was a man, he derived that position through his mother’s kinship. He owed his inheritance to her lineage. But, they had an old adage, ‘If a woman weaves a shield, she stores it in a man’s room.’ It signified to the Asante that whatever a female acquired must belong to a man. This meant marriage was a central part of their existence and gave men their position.Still, the Queen-Mother held veto power over the Chief.The council discussed the possibilities and it seemed that Queen-Mother’s grandson would be elected.Outside, others moved to retire for the night.Kuwame, a district chief, yawned.“Nana, are you ready to sleep,” inquired his eunuch who was of the same age.“Yes,” smiled the slim, average height man with deep set eyes and striking good looks.“I will prepare the pallet for you, Nana!”“Good, boi,” the man of noble blood smiled.Kuwame watched Fiifi scurry away. He had the most fun fucking that smooth, hairless, effete light spirit. Fiifi returned and led his lord to the temporary shelter. He undressed the esteemed leader and rubbed the man’s tense muscles.“You make me feel so good,” Kuwame shared.“It tokat escort bayan is my pleasure, sir,” Fiifi replied.“You are much more than a thing to me!”“I know, my lord.”Kuwame pulled away and turned around. “Fiifi,” he remarked. “I want you!”The prepubescent looking castrated man with glowing, jewel-like deep-brown skin gazed into his lover’s eyes. “You have me. Now and for always!”Kuwame launched into a passionate kiss. Their full lips interlocked. Their tongues swirled. Their hands searched each other’s bodies.Fiifi, who had been born on a Friday, hence his name, felt the sizable manhood of his boyhood friend. “Take me, Nana!”“Oh I will,” declared the chieftain. “You are my favorite. I will always cherish you.”“And I you,” agreed Fiifi.The “akho’si”, or eunuch, lifted the black cloth and slid underneath. He gently grabbed the big 9½ inch prick. He stroked it with care before kissing the head. He licked it affectionately. Fiifi savored the salty muskiness of his master and ruler. He lived for it. The fact that he had been visibly effeminate from his earliest days ordained it. Fiifi had been given toys and games most often associated with females. His parents had proudly raised him at court alongside the great-nephew of the King.No one could deny their love affair.Kuwame lifted his vixen. He placed the attentive subordinate on the pallet. He lifted the eunuch’s legs and put tongue in Fiifi’s sex pocket. He flicked it in and out briskly. He swirled his tongue around the hole.“Take me,” whined the servant.Kuwame mounted the submissive tart. “I love you!”“I love you too, Nana,” Fiifi stared into Kuwame’s soul.Kuwame hefted his large penis into the rectum. It was tight.Fiifi winced as the noble entered him. His clenched hole struggled to give way at first.“Every time I enter you, it is like entering a virgin,” Kuwame supposed.“I love you, my lord!”“I love you too!”Kuwame thrusted his meat in and out of Fiffi working up to an arduous pace.“Oh yes, Nana! Fuck me,” purred Fiifi.“Take this dick,” ordered Kuwame. “Take it all!”Fiifi wiggled his bubble booty as Kuwame hammered.“Take all this big Akan manhood, boi!”Fiifi took every bit.Kuwame felt his body tense. His balls exploded. “I just planted another baby in you,” he huffed.
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