"Apology accepted. I'll take it in the spirit you intended, concern for Jacob.” He turned to Max. “If you want to prepare the poles and get set up, I'll take Dana with me so she can see where Jacob will be while we're working on her."
Max nodded and looked at Dana. “No pressure. We'll talk again before I tie you up. You asked for the single tail so I'm assuming poles, do you have a preference for another piece of equipment?"
"No, the poles are fine.” She touched Brent's arm and said, “Are you sure you don't want some time alone with Jacob? I can go with Max now if you'd rather?"
"If I'd wanted time alone with him I'd have arranged for it. Jacob will be much hornier if you're watching, and I believe it'll be a turn on for you, too.” He stood and reached for the leash. “Up, Jacob."
Jacob curled his toes under and gracefully rose, slowing just before his knees straightened all the way, giving them time to adjust after being bent for so long. His face showed no pain, only adoration for his Master.
Brent offered his arm to Dana and they walked together, Jacob behind them on the leash.
She'd noticed the statues with the large phalluses on her tour with Max, but hadn't realized what they were for until she saw a woman mounted on one. Brent walked to a statue inside of a cage not too far from the poles, and pulled a small bottle of hand sanitizer from his pocket, handing it to Jacob and disconnecting the leash from his collar.
Jacob silently stepped to the statue and liberally applied the gel to the entire front, not just to the monster cock. She wasn't sure which of the gods had been so endowed, but from the face and posture she'd guess Zeus or Thor, or maybe Odin or Jupiter. The figure began just below the god's knees, so his cock was relatively low. His fists were raised as if to strike, his arm and ab muscles all well-defined, and his long bronze hair appeared to blow in the wind.
While Jacob worked, Brent moved to the door and quietly spoke to Dana. “This experience is challenging for him, it's something he wants to conquer, but also dreads and fears. The first time he was on it, he barely lasted ten minutes before safewording. He begged me to bring him back the next week, give him another chance. He can last most of the evening, but still fights it. The challenge now is in gracefully getting into position, and then in handling whatever tortures I bestow once he surrenders. It can take him an hour or more to stop fighting the cold metal and give into it, and that's when I'll be working with Max on you. So don't worry when we leave him in here, we can see him from the poles, and I'll be sure others are keeping an eye out as well. He'll be fine."
When Jacob finished with the sanitizer, Brent exchanged it for a condom and lube. Dana thought making Jacob prepare the statue for his own invasion was especially sadistic, but it was apparently doing something for him, as Jacob was hard as a rock. Dana was secretly glad she didn't have a neon sign broadcasting how much this was turning her on, too.
Brent stepped forward and took the empty condom wrapper and lube. “Turn around and bend over. Legs spread, grab your ankles."
Brent had put larger plugs into Jacob as the day progressed, and Dana realized he'd intended this all along—planning to mount Jacob on a statue while he spent time with her. He'd even told Jacob things would be rough for him later tonight, to reassure him he wouldn't be ignored all evening.
Brent motioned for her to step into the cage with them, and she moved into a corner of the cell, wanting to stay out of the way.
"Impale yourself Jacob, and don't take all day about it."
Jacob leaned against the statue and slid to the top of the huge veined cock, positioning himself and pushing, his entire body straining as he bore down hard, forcing his ass over the thick metal head.
Dana could see the pain on Jacob's face as he impaled himself, slowing when it hurt, speeding up when Brent showed annoyance. When his ass finally touched the base, Brent attached chains hanging from the top corners of the cell to his wrist cuffs. They were very long, allowing Jacob free range of movement.
Brent said, “Arms behind his neck, brace yourself,” and walked to the door of the cage, pushing a silver button and turning to watch as the statue slowly rose out of the floor, more of its legs showing as it grew taller. Jacob had been in a seated position, and he straightened his knees and stepped his feet in as long as he could, until he was lifted away from the ground.
Brent released the button when the statue was at full height, and he attached short chains hanging from the figure's side to Jacob's thigh-cuffs, pulling his legs up so his cock and balls showed obscenely. Dana winced as she got a view of Jacob's stretched asshole, but her wince turned to a shiver as a thrill shot through her.