With ankles, thighs and waist strapped to the bench, the lad’s neck lies on top of the front half of the yoke in a corresponding semi-circular indentation. His arms are stretched well out and both wrists rest in smaller indentations. Jambo carries the back half and his huge arms strain somewhat when he lifts it and gently places it over the Danish youngster’s neck and wrists. It fits perfectly and the seam running the length of the two bars is indiscernible.
“When he is ready for the power plant, some simple spot welds will hold the yoke together. Some day he may be freed of it. But that day will not be one of his choosing...”
Jambo walks around the work bench inspecting the finished product. I glance about the interior of the building. In addition to the metal working equipment and tools, there are large blocks of wood and some wooden yokes. The multi-talented Jambo also fabricates yokes for the more mobile farm beasts. I suspect Lady Constance keeps him quite busy.
“Time to test its effectiveness,” announces Jambo with a devious smile.
The massive native releases the straps securing the lad’s waist, thighs and ankles. Utilizing two fingers of his right hand, he gruffly scoops up a large dollop of grease normally used in lubricating the machinery.
“These new arrivals are nice and tight,” Jambo observes. His fingers smear the slippery brownish glob between the Danish lad’s cheeks. The helpless male twists against the heavy yoke when Jambo’s fingers find the anus then penetrate and lubricate.
“You see how well the yoke is working? Over time he may develop enough strength to lift himself. But this morning, he’ll just have to lie and take it
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As I suspected would happen, Jambo’s loincloth easily slides to the floor with a simple motion of his left hand. He then stands between the kneeling lad’s legs and licks apart his ankles.
“There are two ways to take it, boy. Open yourself up to Jambo and ride with ‘Fat Stick’ or fight the yoke. Either way, I take my pleasure. The question is how much discomfort you will feel.”
Jambo’s ‘Fat Stick’ begins to rise, possibly with the thought of penetrating the blond youth’s tight aperture, possibly with the sight of the squirming, pink flesh, probably due to both.
Jambo laughs, toys with his penis to apply the remnants of the lubricant, then grasps the testicles of his captive.
“When Lady Constance was young, she used to insist on watching me open up her more truculent acquisitions. ‘Slow and deep’, she used to admonish. ‘Make it memorable.’”
Jambo steps forward as he speaks. His massive hands slip under the lad’s hips and lifts. His erection is huge and raging.
“They never forget Jambo.”
He laughs sardonically with his observation, presses the rock hard tip of his turgid penis to the entrance of the back passage and thrusts. His captive shouts in his foreign tongue. Jambo withdraws and thrusts deeper. He then releases his hands. Incredibly, the Danish supplicant’s lower torso, hips and legs are held off the floor, impaled on Jambo’s ‘Fat Stick’. The weight of the yoke holds the head, arms and shoulders on the table.
“I’ll give him a good welcome to Constancia. You will find Salina’s toys to be a most welcome diversion, boy. Yes, in time you’ll be begging to have your backside worked open and stuffed.”
While speaking, Jambo rocks his hips, thrusts deeply, pulls back, rocks more. He is an accomplished sodomite of the young male backside, I conclude. And a relentless one.
After several thrusts he pauses and jiggles his hips up and down to demonstrate his power. In response, the naked body of the Danish lad shakes like a rag doll.
“I have a theory Doctor, that the male backside is naturally tighter then the female. It’s the spacing between the hips, I think. The male anatomy is not designed to bear children...”
The thought hangs as he resumes his efforts along with the sound of protests. After several more minutes he pushes forward and grunts, obviously climaxing deep into the tight, once virginal opening.
When he steps back, ‘Fat Stick’ emerges into the room light with a plopping noise. The lad’s hips hit the table with a plunk.
“Yes. Nice and tight. You’ll be back for the final fitting, boy. Then you’ll have a taste of ‘Fat Stick’. If you’re good I just may let you swallow.”
Jambo laughs again. I cannot help but look at ‘Fat Stick’ coated with the brown lubricant yet still stiff and menacing. I have seen longer, but rarely larger in diameter. It is no wonder that Lady Constance has chosen Jambo to properly open up her acquisitions. It is quite the introduction to anal sodomy.
Luncheon awaits. I excuse myself as Jambo lifts the top portion of the yoke freeing the Danish lad from the table. He laughs watching the lad try to walk. His rectum has been well reamed.
Big Fella is waiting. He seems to know the time and our schedule, for when I sit he instantly turns the cart to the down slope toward the main road.
The stretch to the turnoff for Estovia is a little over a mile and my steed sprints the entire distance. I cannot resist utilizing the whip. Oddly, my introspection concerning participation in D/s activities has waned somewhat.
Big Fella puts on quite the show with the final approach to Estovia. There is no way to determine whether it is pride or fear of reprisal from either Botana or Lady Constance, but the last few hundred yards he draws the cart at an unsustainable velocity. With the coolness of the morning having dissipated, rivulets of sweat stream to various extremities where they are flung to the ground with animated movements of his legs and buttocks. I pull on the scrotal cords and see Botana by the front door watching with a smile of pride. She holds in her hand an enormous butt plug.
Chapter Fourteen
Lunch is much less eventful than yesterday. Again served by the pool, the two porters serve in their usual clumsy yet effective manner. Lady Constance sips mimosas. Topless, she wears nothing but a string Bikini bottom. Lying under the table is Ling, the Asian who serviced her the prior evening. Lady Constance treats Ling like a pet cat or dog, occasionally offering a morsel of food from her plate. Otherwise the naked ingénue busies ‘herself’ licking Lady Constance’s feet in a most humble and groveling way, glancing upwards for approval and encouragement.