Master Sadist: Owen Lackart & his
Masochist Submissive: Micco Cheif

One Shot from spin off story. Characters from Charlie 2

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Micco Cheif's shoes pounded against the red clay track. Lungs burn more with each new lap. The pain in his batter body reminds him of every blow he took the night before in his fight. His opponent gave him a good run for his money. Of course to be fair Dan Doss did out weighed Micco by 100 pounds, and was alot older. Dan also had been fighting for longer as well.

Through MMA fighting Micco had found it filled his insatiable need. The need for the pain he had become addicted to at the tender age of sixteen.

When he was younger his found out that living with his homophobe uncle was a true study in pain. Now that he was on his own he had find another way to get his fix. MMA was just what he was looking for. Even though he had to admit that it did not help much as it use to.

Micco lost count on the exact number of times he has completed the loop on the track today. The only thing he is aware of was the flag football game that being played in the center of the track was heating up.

His eyes drift to the wild group of fans watching the game. They are a loud mix of men and women. Most look to be in their mid twentys most of which were sporting tshrits with a logo for a place called 'The Playroom'. Even though there were all different kind of people in the crowd. It still seam that they all were friendly. With all of them yelling is was hard to tell who was winning the game.

Micco pulled his focus back to the track as it flows under his feet. With the old faded hoodie pulled over his head most of the bruises on face were hidden, and he mostly went unnoticed by the crowd. He didn't need people looking to closely at his dark past.

He usually came out late morning to stretch out the effects of previous night fights. He would run for hours, or until he collapsed. No one realy used this track much. Today would be no different even with the new comers. Micco had gotten good at keeping a low profile.

Micco hated that he was having to do this more and more lately. The fights were just not cutting it for him now. Most of the time he did not have to worry about other people being here. As one of the many leftover Olympic training spots. Not many people used it now, and he could run in peace. Though today he did get to enjoy the wild group.

It seems the group had some kind of grunge match going between them. There was a big division of Georgia red and Georgia Tech gold among the cheering crowd. Micco had stood by the gate entrance and watched them before he started to run. Even with several men in the group it looked like two petite women were definitely in charge.

They took charge of the younger members of their troupe, and quickly divided the into teams. Two of bigger men then took the couch positions. One of which look like a sliver hair god. Micco trun the curve to the finish line they came into view again. He  took a closer look at the women in charge.

They sat like queens among the spectators watching the game. With each lap Micco could easily see that they were the top of the food chain in the group. Several times one or more in the group would come to them to ask questions or bring drinks.

Micco was making his way down the long straight away as his eyes locked on two of the bigger men. Just like the guy with the sliver hair. These two were taking not far from the women. They both look like they could play for the NFL. Big guy's with hard features.

Yes, they were the type of guys Micco usually went for. He found that not offen did that type of man turn out to be gay, but it didn't stop him from looking at them. Especially the older guy in the group, he made Micco's mouth water.

He was so deep into watching them he didn't see the football landed on the track untill it was to late.

"Ow! Look out!" A voice rumbled, making Micco's head snap up just in time for his feet to get tangled up by the football. His body to crash into the hard track surface. Micco's body folded up like a bad lawn chair. His left shoulder hit the ground, followed by a sickening crack.

White lighting pain shot through his body. He quickly rolled on his back and soaked it up like a man starved for water. He was so involved with the pain that he didn't pay attention to the crowd.

The many shouts, and pounding feet didn't faze him. With the familiar pain he knew that his shoulder was dislocated. Now he just needed to get up and find a suitable place to fix it. This was not the first time he had dislocated it.

"Boy? Are you hurt?" A female voice demanded. Micco's eyes were tightly shut trying to block out the attention he was about to receive.

He was trying to hold down his embarrassment over the fall in front of this group. He keep his lips clamped shut as well, for fear of the words that may come out. He was very aware of the ladies that were present.

"Owen! We may need your help." Her voice was smooth and sexy. Micco dared to peek up at the blazing red haired beauty that was leaning over his body. He was thankful his dark shade hid his reaction to her, and most of the dark bruises around his eye.

"I am ok, I don't need help. I just need to line my shoulder back up. Then I get out of your hair." Micco gritted through his teeth as he tried to sit up.

"You just lay back down, and let Owen look at that shoulder. He has medical training. Don't move!" There was arguing with the tone she was useing on him. So he rested back on the track. Only to find that the sliver fox, Micco had been ogling, was Owen.

Owen Lackart step up to look over the young running. He started checkin for broken bones in his legs. The young man was fit. Owen found he had hard muscles under smooth skin. Just like I like them. Nice...Head back in the game Owen! He thought to himself.

"What's your name kid?" Sandy asked in her no nonsense tone. Owen watched the man's face tighten in pain as his put his large hands the left arm. Though the pain did not seem to be what was bothering the young man.

"Miccccoo!" He hiss in embarrassment.

"Owen? " Sandy asked as she laid a soft hand of his shoulder.

"Dislocated, definitely." He looked back at Sandy. "It will be painful to fix. You may want to move the light weights back." He nodded in the direction of the none masochistic submissives.

"Shouldn't we call an ambulance?" Sandy's motherly tone was starting to grate on Owen's sadistic nerves. He shot a look over at his female counter part.

Charlie stepped up and took full charge of the situation. Owen knew he could rely on Charlie to move her light weight friend Sandy, and the none masochists back.

"Need help?" Charlie had a gleeful look in her eye. She and her boy could hold the young runner down as he replaced the shoulder. The pain he was about to give the runner would be intense.

"Get your boy. We may need his muscles." Charlie turned to single John. "This is going to hurt a bit." Owen says to the runner.

Owen allowed himself the chance to really look at the young mans face. Micco's skin was dark tan. He had strong features. A sharp nose, with high cheek bones that he had hidden behine the dark glasses on his face.

He expected the man to have tears running down his face from the pain, but there were none. While he look over the man's face he noticed the bruises just under his left eye. The beginning of another one was starting to show on the right side of his chin. This boy must like pain..

"Let's takes these off." Charlie reached for his sunglasses. Both Owen and Charlie could read him better if they saw his whole face. This action revealed that he did have a bad bruise on his face.

"John hold his legs, Charlie get his right shoulder. I'll make this as quick as possible." Everyone moved as Owen instructed. The small group of submissives left moved back out of their way.

Crack!

With one swift movement Owen set the runner's shoulder. The young man laid there on the track for a moment. Then he pulled himself up to stand. His head came just below Owen's chin. Prefect hight...not to tall not to short.

"Thanks for the help."  Micco bent down to pick up his sunglasses. "I really need to go." Owen could tell that the boy was running away from something he just did not know what it was.

Charlie move to stand next to Owen. They watched the young man as he turned and walked away. Once he was out of ear shot. "He's a lost boy." Charlie's voice held the hard edge that made her dominance clear.

"That he is."  Owen agreed

Now Owen just had come up with a way to help him find his way....