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The Lucky Charm 
Part 4
by Little Bad

This story is intended for use of consenting adults (over 21) who are
interested in homoerotic (gay, that is) writings containing bondage, fetish
themes, and humiliation.  If you do not meet any of the above criteria, or
live in an area where such writings are illegal, then do not continue.
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And so it continues....

	Jacob watched the stars pass through the trees as he was carried on the
shoulders of the football studs to the barn for the conclusion of the
nights activities.  He wondered what was in store for him.  But he was far
more concerned by the butt plug embedded in his anus, the throbbing of his
cum-filled balls, and the large penis gag in his mouth that was making him
drool uncontrollably.  To say that this week was interesting was the
understatement of his young life.  Jacob had come to school dreaming of
football and submitting himself to the control of another man.  He had
already been subjugated by Chad his roommate, and this night was shaping up
to be an improvement on that.  It seemed that his dream of being on the
football team was soon about to come true as well.  By winning tonight's
competition he had earned a guaranteed spot on the roster.  There can be
only one, and he was it.  He was wrapped in tight plastic bondage, butt
plugged, gagged, and horny as all hell.  Not exactly the most auspicious
position for the champion.  But then, he hadn't seen what had happened to
the losers, yet.
	Jacob's entourage approached one of the smaller barns and passed inside. 
In the dim light, Jacob could see vary little.  With a small grunt, he was
dropped on to his feet and got his first good look of the room.  All of the
players on his team had been dressed in full football dress.  Jacob looked
closely upon the nearest and saw that the uniform was filthy dirty, it had
grass and mud stains all over it.  Each player also wore their  helmets and
pads.  They had then been wrapped in plastic wrap, and laid out in long
even rows.  As Jacob watched, occasionally one of them twitched slightly,
so at least he knew that they were still alive.  Around each players neck
was a sign with their name on it.  The sign was attached by a fine steel
chain that had been padlocked on to them.  The chain was set too small to
be removed, without removing the lock.  Also on each bound player was a
small key, undoubtedly the key to the chain around their necks.
	Jay, from a position behind Jacob, said, "Let the auction begin!!!!"
	At this a loud cheer went up from the upperclassmen.  This is what they
had been anticipating all night.  It wasn't a real auction, but this is
when they learned to whom they had been assigned to train, mold, and abuse
into football players.  When they were freshmen they had done it and now it
was payback time.  Actually not too bad of a system, there were usually
enough freshmen hopefuls to give every guy on the team some freshmeat.  One
year of hell and then three years as the devil.
	Mike began reading off a list of names.  As each set of names was read,
the upperclassman to whom the frosh "belonged" walked over and claimed his
key, leaving the guy in bondage on the ground.  As the names continued
Jacob wondered to whom he had been assigned.  His question was shortly
answered when Mike called his name and announced that he was taking charge
of the night's victor.  His reward, in addition to a spot on the team, was
one night's respite as well as a favor that could be named later.  He then
continued down the list, giving Chad to Jay, the varsity quarterback.  
	Finally, Jay made the announcement that the initiation was over.  There
was a series of relieved groans from the bound players on the ground.  "All
right guys, you're free to do what you will with your puppies.  There is
more beer in the barn for all."  Jay made to walk out the door to the main
barn, when Jacob grunted loudly at him through his gag.  Apparently Jay
could read his face because he said,
	"Well jake, Chad's not out there anywhere, he earned some special
attention in the other barn.  I  might let him go, but not until I'm ready
to leave.  If I were you I'd be more worried about your own ass, than
Chad's."  This was said with a wicked grin and a nod towards the rapidly
approaching Mike.  Jacob looked out over the floor and saw that most of the
players were being cut out of their plastic bondage and being helped on
wobbly legs to the main barn.  As the plastic was removed he saw that each
player was wearing a jock strap only, not the football pants.  Most of the
jocks were filthy as well, covered in cum and piss stains as well as sweat.
 It was then that he noticed each player chosen was approximately the same
size as his master.  Jacob realized then, that it was the players own
filthy, sweaty uniform that each freshman was wearing.  As the boys were
paraded out to the barn there were nearly as many hands cupping their boy's
stuffed jocks as there were congratulatory chucks on the shoulder.  In the
barn they would undoubtedly receive some liquid refreshment, maybe beer. 
However, not all were so lucky, there were more than a few who were left to
"sweat it out" for a while.  One, an unusually large package, which could
only be the mouthy Derrick of earlier that night, was one of the less
fortunate.  Apparently his punishment was being meted out.  
	Mike grabbed his vacuum packed prize and spun him around to look at him. 
He bent, picked him up fireman style and carried him from the barn into the
night.  He carried him around the back side of the barn before setting him
down.  He unbuckled the gag from behind his captive's head and popped the
gag out.  Jacob stretched his mouth out for a minute, trying to get some
feeling back in his tongue.  The gag had really made Jacob drool, and when
the gag came out his face was shiny with it.  Mike gently used the back of
his hand to wipe the saliva from his new boy's face.  
	"Well, Jacob, you get to be left alone tonight, that's part of your
reward.  Too bad really, we probably would have had a lot of fun.  Besides,
the way you're little pecker and hole are occupied, you wouldn't have had
all that much satisfaction anyway, not that that would have bothered me too
much.  You've got your choice, I can either cut off all that plastic, which
would reveal you're "packaging" to your future teammates, because no
freshman can wear clothes for the rest of the night.  Or, we can just leave
it on, preserving some of you dignity, letting you sweat it out.  What'll
it be?"
	Jacob considered this for an instant only, before saying that he would
prefer to stay covered.  His bravery, or stupidity, would only go so far,
and admitting to a hundred or so young men that they had a custom built
slave was the limit.  "Alright then looks like you and Chad will be
spending the night together after all," said Mike.  He bent over and
hoisted the saran-wrapped boy over his shoulder again and headed into the
night toward the small barn furthest from the main one.  As jake's sweating
body slid around in his air tight bondage, he began to worry about spending
the rest of the night like this.  He was already feeling very thirsty, not
to mention an increasing urge to piss out some of the beer he drank.
	The barn loomed closer and Mike carried his package through the rough door
and into the dark barn.  Jacob was set down and propped against the wall. 
His eyes peered into the dark but could see nothing, his ears heard only
the creaking of the old barn, and some shuffling noises as Mike went
further in and moved some things around.  For a moment Jacob was scared
that Mike would leave him there propped against the wall, for the rest of
the night.  But then with a click, Mike turned on a weak light that
illuminated the barn.  Jacob gasped at what he saw.
	There, against one of the barns supports, was Chad.  He had been tied
there, arms bound together behind the pole, with white cotton rope binding
him about the chest, waist, thighs, and ankles.  He was completely naked
except for a thick black leather collar around his neck.  The collar forced
his head to look forward and slightly up.  In this position he was unable
to admire his cock and balls which had been tightly bound up, but Jacob
rested his eyes on them for a long moment.  Chad's large balls had been
circled with four thick chrome rings that had been locked around them.  The
rings cause the testicles to be pushed to the bottom of their sack and
stretched nearly three inches.   His cock was bound down against his balls
by two larger metal rings that encircled both the cock and the stretched
balls.  These rings were only slightly larger than the stretchers, and
caused Chad's cock to be very tightly constricted against his low hanging
balls.  This served to keep the blood in his cock, which was obvious by the
dark purple-red color of his shiny cock head.  It also made every erection
more painful by causing it to be downward pointing.  Encircling the whole
package was a single, tight metal cockring.  This additional torture kept
Chad's dick as hard as possible in its bindings.  The cockring was
connected by a chain to a set of tit-clamps that bit into the jock studs
sculpted chest.  The chain dragged on the nipples pulling them down sharply
and causing Chad to whimper slightly with every breath.    Whimper was in
fact all he could do, as he was gagged very severely.  Jacob noticed that
the gag had hole drilled into the mouthpiece to allow Chad to breath
easily.  It also had a chin strap that went up over his head and was bucked
there securely.  He could neither open nor close his mouth because of it.  
He looked at Jacob, and as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, realized
who it was, blushed a deep red and looked away in humiliation.
	Mike chuckled at this, and walked over to his bound victim and lightly
tugged on the tight clamp chain.  This brought a full moan out of Chad as
his tortured nipples screamed in pain.  Tears came into his eyes and he
looked into Mike's eyes and saw no respite there, only more pain and
degradation.  Mike said,
	"Well boys, you to are going to put on a little show for me tonight. 
Since I can't touch jake over here, I'll just have to enjoy watching the
two of you perform for me.  Oh, and Chad, you share none of little jake's
immunity and are considered fair game.  I know, jake, that I said that I
was gonna leave you in that plastic for the rest of the night, but I've
decided to change my mind.  Rolled up like a plastic mummy like that, you
really aren't going to be much fun to watch, and you will probably need
your hands anyway for some of the things you're gonna do.  And as I
remember, Chad here," this was accompanied by a slap to Chad's chest, "is
the only one who can take that little belt off of you.  And as I understand
it the only way he'll do that is when you agree to be his cock slave?  Is
that right?"
	jake nods, slowly and Chad mumble something confirmatory.  
	"Well then I think you boys need some privacy to have a little chat, eh? 
Just a minute,"
	Mike walks over to a barrel sitting by the window and moves some stuff
around, Jacob and Chad look at each other intently trying to communicate
with their eyes.  Jacob opens his mouth to say something, and then closes
it abruptly when he notices Mike returning.  "Well guys, let me get that
gag off of you so you can talk with your boy."  He unbuckles the gag a
removes it from Chad's mouth.  Chad murmurs "Thanks."
	"Don't mention it," replies Mike.  In a whisper he adds, "Do you think
he's ready?"
	Chad gives a short nod.  
	Mike steps back from Chad, still tied to the post, and says, "Okay, you
to, you've got five minutes to figure out how we're gonna play this." 
Looking at jake he adds, "I'm gonna untie Chad because it will be real easy
to tie him back up if I need to, but if I were to unwrap you it would be a
real pain in the ass to wrap you back up.  Understand?"
	Jacob gives a little nod at this.  Mike unbinds Chad, from the post
leaving his cock and balls in bondage.  He leaves saying, "You've got five
minutes, and you," looking at Chad, "Don't touch your cock or balls, or
you'll regret it later."  He steps out the door.  The two boys hear a thump
as the door is locked from the outside.  Looks like they're here to stay.
	Chad stretches his arms up over his head and relaxes for a moment.  He
slowly makes his way over to jake where he begins to rub against the
plastic wrapping his boy.  In a husky voice he murmurs, "I knew you would
win. Now we're gonna be on the team together, hitting, rubbing, and
sweating together."
	jake allows his eyes to close as he absorbs the unique sensations being
transmitted through the plastic and gives a quiet moan of appreciation.  He
once again feels his cock begging to be released from its torturous
bondage, and he realizes that there really is only one way to get what he
wants.  He knew it when he first met Chad, and now he was ready to say it.
	Chad reached around his boy and pulled the sweating body tight against
him, kneading jake's ass through the plastic, causing them both to moan. 
Chad cut off the moan by crushing his lips against jake's and kissing him
deeply.  He stuck his tongue into jake's mouth and pulled jake's tongue
into his.  The kiss went on for many moments as both explored each others
mouth with their probing tongues.  jake was the first to break the kiss,
and he looked up into Chad's green eyes.  Chad, sensing what jake had to
say, said,
	"Say it.  Say it and you'll be mine, tonight, right here, right now."
	jake replied, "Please, Chad, please...Please, take me.  I want to be your
slave.  I need to belong, to be led, to be controlled, and loved.  Please
take me, sir, and teach me."  He looked up into his new master's eyes and
saw acceptance.
	Chad only said, "You are mine, jake."
	They kissed again.  This time though Chad led the kiss, and it was Chad
who broke it.  But only to move his boys head down to his chest to show his
appreciation there.  jake once again worshipped the body of his master and
felt a deep flush of humiliation flow through him.  But oh, how he loved
the feeling it gave him.  He felt safe and loved.  He had, in a sense, put
his life in this young man's hands, and said I trust you to take care of
me.
	jake licked slowly and lovingly up between the hard slabs of muscle on
Chad's chest.  He was very careful not to jangle the chains that adorned
his master's nipples, and even as careful as he was, he still felt Chad
wince once in pain.  When this happened he moved his boy's head to safer
location.  jake began to make love with his mouth to Chad sweaty armpit. 
He inhaled the musky odors of man, and got lightheaded from the sheer
pleasure.  He loved Chad's smell, far better his funk, than the most
expensive cologne.  He sucked and licked all the hairs and skin in his
right, before being passed to the left where he repeated the effort.
	Chad pulled his body slave's head back and looked at his saliva smeared
face in appreciation.  He smiled and said, "Well, it looks like I owe you a
piece of tail don't I?"
	jake gasped as he remembered the deal.  He got to fuck Chad up the ass,
for the first, last and only time, tonight.  He looked up at Chad, who was
still smiling at him, "No, Chad, I don't need to do that...that is you
don't have to...." he stopped as Chad held up his hand.  
	"A deal is a deal.  You will get to fuck me but, don't worry, I will be in
control, not you, if that makes you feel any better, okay?  Looks like I
gotta get that key, to let out.  Don't move!"  This last was said with a
laugh, because jake was not going to go anywhere the way he was.  All he
could do was fall down, and in fact, was spending most of his energy
avoiding doing just that.  Chad walked over to a corner of the barn where
his clothes had all been piled.  From his pocket he took a key and came
back over to jake.
	He held the key up in front of jake's face and said, "How long has it
been?  You know it really hasn't been that long since you last came.  It
just feels worse because you couldn't even have an erection since then, but
you should know, that from now on, you'll be lucky to cum once a week.  You
see I think that my slave should be horny as hell, and there is only one
really effective way of doing that.  No orgasms!"  He snickered quietly.
	"But for tonight at least, you'll be free.  At least in that particular
area.  But I think you should know that I'm not in charge of this show
tonight.  I don't really know what Mike has planned, but.."
	Chad was cut off as the door was unlocked and opened.  Mike stood there
silhouetted in the moonlight.  With a sharp voice he said "Come here and
give me the key, Chad."
	Chad walked over to the stud, and handed him the key.  Mike took the key
with a grunt and ordered Chad to turn around.  Reaching to Chad's neck he
unbuckled the thick leather collar, which elicited a sigh of relief from
Chad, who thought that he was going to be in charge after all.  But this
was not to be as Mike began buckling another collar around his neck, again
buckling it tightly, just short of choking.  Mike then grasped Chad's arms
and pulled them behind his back and buckled them onto a long strap that
descended from the collar.  This done he shortened the length of the strap
so that Chad's arms were pulled up into the middle of his back.  This
forced his chest, and clamped nipples out, and bound him very effectively. 
He knew now that he was definitely not going to be in charge.
	As jake watched this from his plastic prison, he heard Mike say with a
laugh when he was done with Chad, "Let the show begin!"



This ends part 4 of the Lucky Charm.  Obviously there is more coming. 
Please send comments and constructive criticisms to
wlepeak@worldnet.att.net  Anyone wishing to receive parts 1-3 by e-mail
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dealing with similar themes (BDSM, humiliation, athletics, fetish). 
Original pictures or artwork would also be acceptable.  In other words, be
creative guys, it won't hurt....unless you want it to ;)
	

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