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As the naked males approach running at full pace, I notice their steps are somewhat awkward and when my eyes move downward I notice that their testicles are prominently displayed but remain somewhat motionless despite the hurried steps. Their flaccid penises swing to and fro and bands of metal encircle the shafts of pink flesh near the tip.
They rush past us and I turn to watch the well-formed buttocks strain to propel their young bodies up the slight incline to the building we have just left. Apparently, it is a race as Jasmine’s comments indicate.
“The loser will experience Motamba’s wrath. During daylight it is not good to delay the boat’s departure, therefore she encourages haste.”
We reach the boat and board. I look back to see one lad running at a good pace with my lighter bag. The other has been burdened with my heavy bag and will obviously be the loser as he struggles to run with it back to the pier.
With the house boys freely running about it becomes evident to me that the high fence surrounding the enclave serves two purposes: not only keeping the curious out but the servile bonded males in. Their freedom to move about being aberrant to any conduct I had observed among other charges under Lady Constance’s tutelage.
I visually examine the young male bearing my light bag as he joins us on the boat. He appears to be in his late teens, but I know from experience that smooth, depilated skin such as his can be deceptive in attempting to judge age. He is short in stature. The top of his head is at the height of Jasmine’s shoulder. His nipples are curiously pierced in a manner, which I have not before seen. Each nipple is exposed but completely surrounded by a circular metal shield, resembling a badge. It is obvious that this badge is attached to his chest by way of at least one and possibly two deep pins connected to one side of the metallic shield, penetrating under the sensitive nipple then connecting to the opposite circumference. The badge has eight points ending in small eyelets. The areolas are puffy, soft and quite effeminate in appearance. They remind me somewhat of Boy’s, where chastity and hormones transformed the organs into delightfully sensitive nubs, reacting to Lady Constance’s touch by obediently crinkling and standing in salute.
He stows my bag in the cabin and returns. Motamba snaps her fingers and he instantly places his hands on his head and stands with feet apart. His pose is well practiced and his stillness enables me to further inspect.
My gaze moves downward. A flaccid penis of larger than average length freely flops about, the steel band seeming to exaggerate its movements. His skin is pierced at each hip with what can only be described as rivets. It appears that a pinch of skin was gathered and several layers of epidermis penetrated by a small circular piece of steel the size of a coin. This metal disk is open in the middle and cords appearing to be elastic, run from these hip rivets to his scrotum. There, the pink bag is ringed by two moderately gauged bands of steel around the top of each testicle. The cords are secured to the scrotum bands serving to pull the testicles forward and apart. Jasmine notices my observation.
“Interesting, is it not, Doctor? The island is staffed with descendants of a certain African tribe, which is noted for body modifications. Lady Constance insists they be free to practice their skills. Their practices have modernized somewhat with the aid of a device that embeds metal rivets into the skin. The rivets are much less susceptible to tearing as with simple piercings.
“This is a typical configuration designed to best display and control the testicles. Each testicle band is sized to perfectly slip over the gonad with moderate pressure and is serrated on the inside to hinder attempts to slip it off. The cords pull the sac forward and separate the testicles for better viewing.
“Turn and bend.”
The naked youth obeys and his plump but muscular backside is displayed. Two more cords come to view.
“These serve to stretch and hold the sac while walking and running.”
Jasmine reaches down and gruffly pulls the lad’s scrotum back and up. The cords tighten. Two smaller steel rivets pierce the bottom left and right of the long pink bag. The two cords, also elastic, run from each rivet and terminate at piercings on the inside of each knee. Therefore the bottom of the scrotal sac is held downward and is pulled by the knee rivets with each step forward and back. The overall effect of the cords, bands and piercings is to stretch the scrotum into the shape of a large letter “W” with the knee cords pulling it downward and also separating the sac into two sections, each encasing a testicle.
The second naked youth arrives and struggles to lift my bag. The moment his foot leaves the pier Motamba turns to the control panel and starts the engines. She claps her hands and the two naked forms jump to release the lines and free the boat for its journey.
Having a clearer perception of the various modifications, I now watch with interest as the young males move and the elastic cords pull their hairless scrotums, producing a most lascivious display of the male organs. But the metal band encircling the penis just below the tip remains unexplained.
Motamba expertly guides the boat away from the dock and through coral reefs. We soon reach open water. There she pushes the throttles well forward and begins to relax. Jasmine disappears into the cabin. When she returns, her sarong has disappeared and she is naked but for a small patch of cloth loosely dangling over her pubes from a string around her waist.
I find myself staring for a moment. Her physique is incredibly muscular. She has the appearance of a professional body builder with huge muscles that flex and roll with every movement. Her torso displays the characteristic ripples of abdominal muscles which have been toned to perfection.
Her arms are large as are her thighs. When I interviewed her in New York she described herself as being 6 foot and 180 pounds. Her weight exemplifies the adage that muscle weighs more than fat, the latter of which is undetectable.
Her perfectly rounded, brown breasts are large and firm. The advanced muscle development causes the nipples to point straight out and the body of each mammary is so firm as to remain motionless as she moves about the boat. She smiles under my gaze.
“We don’t wear much clothing on Constancia, Doctor. The climate is warm and the sun feels so good.”
Motamba trims the controls and steps back. She signals lad number two, the porter of my heavy bag, who promptly presents himself, hands obsequiously placed atop his head.
“You’ll run faster for me next time.”
With her admonishment, Motamba cruelly twists the metal badges encircling the youth’s nipples. The right is turned clockwise, the left counterclockwise. The lad yelps in pain as she then retrieves a small chain from her pocket and connects the two utilizing the eyelets. This holds the twisted badges in place, and judging from the youth’s grimacing face, greatly irritates the nipples, which are also twisted.
She then tenderly pats his head and pushes him away, returning her attention to navigation. Tears slowly f
orm, but the hands remain on the teenager’s head and he stoically stands with feet well parted.
Meanwhile I sit in the rear of the boat taking in the breathtaking beauty of the Caribbean. The morning sun is surprisingly strong with our proximity to the equator and after weeks of experiencing a dreary New York winter, I am grateful for the change and in particular for the warmth.
Jasmine appears amazingly relaxed with her nudity in the company of the two males. It seems she indeed considers them to be the equivalents of eunuchs and she beckons to both. They obediently step forward and stand before her. She gently reaches to their heads and guides their faces down to her breasts. Without a word, each dutifully opens his mouth and begins to suckle. Jasmine smiles with the pleasure. It is the feeling of the supple tongues? The power? The control? The warm air blowing over her naked form? She becomes enthralled and closes her eyes as the well-trained young males exhibit assiduous oral skills.
After a few minutes, she pushes their heads down further. Number one licks her thighs and works his tongue up until the small patch of cloth rests on his forehead. Number two licks her naked buttocks, the pain of his chastised nipples not deterring him from what is a well conditioned response to Jasmine’s prompts. He circles to her rear and a lengthy tongue plies the crevice of her muscular cheeks. It works its way in and Jasmine parts her legs and grasps one of the boat’s structural supports for balance.
The two subservient naked males work deeper and Jasmine moans with the combined pleasure of cunnilingus and analingus.
