Chapter 2

Chance and Zayden woke up at their regular time, changed and dressed each other, draining each other of course, and then went to see how Lucky fared through the night. When they got to his bedroom, Chance knocked, but received no response, so slowly opened the door, and found the bedroom empty.

“Shit. I hope he just already got up.” Chance said, but knew deep down that that was not it.

So, they split up and started searching. None of the clothes had been taken, so, wherever Lucky is, he is naked other than his diaper. It took half an hour, but Chance found him, curled up in a corner, shaking in both fright and temperature. He is outside, just underneath the cover to the wood storage area, curled up underneath a work bench, where only he would be able to fit, and though his eyes are open, and looking right at Chance, Chance knows that he is not actually there at the moment. Chance called Zayden to tell him that he found Lucky.

“Lucky, it's me, Chance. Can you come out of there please.” He whispered as softly as he could.

“Please don't hurt me.” He whispered fearfully.

“I won't hurt you. Are you cold?”

“I'm always cold.”

“Are you hurt?”

“I don't think so.”

“Can you come out?”

“I'm scared.”

“I know. I can just sit here with you for a while if you'd like, we can just talk here for a while if you'd like.”

“Please just leave me.”

“Would you like a blanket?”

“No, just, please leave me alone.”

“Lucky, you're okay. Come back to me Buddy. I know you're scared, and you think you're all alone, but I assure you, you're not. Yesterday wasn't a dream, I promise you.” He whispered, softer still.

Just then a few students came out to get some materials that they wanted to work on before breakfast and classes started for the day.

“Not now please guys, Lucky had a rough night.”

“Oh, okay.” They all said, and then left Chance to the poor little boy. They all understand, some more than others.

When Chance looked back to Lucky, Lucky had his eyes closed tightly, and he was sucking his thumb again. Chance quickly called Zayden and whispered as softly as he could to bring him a blanket, something as soft and as warm as possible. Within two minutes, Zayden was there with the requested blanket. Chance mouthed thank you, and Zayden left, knowing that he would only be in the way. Chance took the blanket, and slipped it inside to the very scared little boy, whispering to him to take the blanket and curl up in it.

Lucky at first tried to push it away, whispering no, no, no, but then, he must have felt how soft and comforting it was, and so, he slowly pulled it to himself, and rolled himself up in it, even though he had scarcely enough space to even move, and how he even got in there, Chance had to wonder.

For well over an hour, Chance sat there with Lucky, whispering to him. At about the half hour mark, he slowly worked his hand inside Lucky's little hideaway, and just very softly started playing with his hair. At first Lucky had tried to pull away, but Chance was persistent, but soft, and all the while, he kept whispering to him all sorts of encouraging things.

Finally Lucky burst into tears, and for almost half an hour more, Chance sat there patiently awaiting for Lucky to come down. Still he softly played with Lucky's hair, and he kept whispering nice things. When the tears finally subsided, he looked to Chance, and Chance can see that he is finally there.

“You ready to come out yet?”

“Yeah.” He whispered even softer.

Lucky wormed his way back out, and as soon as he was, Chance grabbed him, wrapped his nice soft blanket around the scared little boy, and cradled him to himself much like you would a little baby. He started rocking Lucky gently, still playing with his hair.

“Did you have bad dreams last night?” Chance whispered as he did so.

“Yes.”

“Do you even know how you got out here?”

“No.”

“Do you remember anything of the dreams?”

“No.”

“You just felt terror from them?”

“Yes.”

“Does the name Joseph Andreson mean anything to you?”

“Yes.”

“Was that by chance the name of your father?”

“I....I....I think so.”

“Zayden managed to find some information last night. I think you needta hear it in order to help you heal.”

Lucky said nothing, but Chance can feel him vibrating still in absolute fear.

“You saw your father killed, didn't you?”

“I think so.”

“Do you remember your mother?”

“No.”

“No, according to the information we found, you were real young when she died. From what I can tell, you were about five and a half when your father was killed, and the timeline says you'd be just about eleven and a half now, almost dead on actually. Do you remember your father?”

“Yes....No.....Kinda.”

“Yeah. It was pretty traumatic, it's not a surprise that you don't really remember anything. I think you needta know what happened that day. Are you strong enough to hear it now, or would you liketa hold off a few days?”

“I think I needta hear it now.”

“Good boy. So, your father was killed by a gang. It seems the police had originally thought that he was a gang member himself, but all evidence that they managed to find said that that wasn't actually the case. From what they can gather, and they did catch at least two of the people that did it, they wanted him for something. He was a brilliant engineer, so it's possible they wanted his knowledge. By the sounds of it, he refused an offer that he wasn't supposed to refuse, and in their anger, he accidentally died. He wasn't supposed to die. They wanted him, so killing him made no sense, and that's what the one guys testimony said, they weren't supposed to kill him, just scare him. By the sounds of it, they had no idea you were even there, and that it seemed you saw the whole thing, because when the police found you, you were in shock, you'd wet and messed yourself, and were shaking. It was when the ambulance attendant tried to pick you up that you screamed and panicked, and ran. They tried to catch you, to find you, to help you, but you vanished. They thought for sure that you were dead somewhere, but could never find you anywhere. It sounds like they also assumed you'd gotten yourself kidnapped, and the case sadly went cold. That is, until you showed up here. Does any of this sound familiar?”

“Yes.....No......Sorta.”

“Yeah, it's a lot to take in. For the next few days, I'd really liketa have someone keep guard on your bedroom, so that if you wake in the night like that again and panic, you won't get far.”

“I don't even know how I got out here.”

“I'm betting that this isn't the first time, though, is it? You've probably waken up a few times not knowing where the hell you are, or how you got there, because you remembered going to sleep somewhere totally different.”

“Yeah, so many times I couldn't count them, even if I knew how to.”

“Yeah. Understandably so, your heads kinda a little messed up from that, so, between me and our therapists here, what say we get you all fixed up, okay. Nothing can change the past, sadly it's done and gone, all we can do is work on your future and ensure that you have one free of those horrific night terrors you've clearly been having.”

“Thanks, I think I'd really like that.”

“I'm sure you would. Now, your diaper feels like it's about to explode, so, what say we get you inside and get your soggy bum changed.”

“Please, and I know you're not really supposed to, but, would you please change me?” He whispered so pitifully.

“Yes, but just this once, okay, even though I did haveta last night as well.”

“Thanks, it means a lot to me that you're helping me.” He said, sounding so small, so young.

“You're very welcome.”

Chance carried Lucky, all wrapped up in his blanket, all the way to the nurses office, since it is the closest place set up for diaper changes, and laid Lucky down. He grabbed everything that he is needing, and proceeded to change Lucky softly and tenderly.

“He usedta change my diapers for me too.” Lucky said wistfully as Chance was working.

“Was it all day, or just at night?”

“I don't know. Maybe just at night and in the morning, but it mighta been all day too.”

“Hopefully it'll come to you. If it doesn't, then so be it. We've never had a trauma like yours here, so, if my on staff therapist can't help you, we'll find the best doctor we can for you.”

“Thanks. You mean no one else here's had something like this happen to them?”

“No, at least not as young. Other kids here have witnessed people being killed, but never a close family member like that, nor were they as young. No matter the hows and whys of it though, trust me, they were still damaged by it, you just had it far worse.”

“Oh. Thanks, that feels much better.” He said, because Chance had just finished taping him up as well.

“You're very welcome. Now, let's go get you some clothes on and get you some breakfast. The rest of the staff and students will have eaten already, and will be in class now, so, I think you and I are just gonna go sit back and talk, and maybe even get our therapist as well. I think we needta start working on your head a little before we start piling all sortsa other shit on it.”

“Okay.”

Chance wrapped Lucky back up in his blanket like he was a baby, then picked him up and carried him to his bedroom. When they arrived, Chance set Lucky down, unwrapped him from his blanket, and told him to get dressed, so he did. They then headed to the dining hall, found that there is lots of food still there for them, so, they both dished up, then went and sat and ate. As they did, they talked more.

“So, any clue how you managed to survive on the street at the tender age of five and a half?” Chance asked curiously.

“I think lotsa other homeless people were always looking out for me.”

“And how'd you find out you were gay and how'd you start having sex.”

“Not really sure, I just kinda think I always was, but, one of the other guys out there told me that if I wanted to earn my keep, that I'd haveta do things. I remember it was a long time ago though, and when I asked him what sortsa things, he told me. That was the first time someone fucked me. I can kinda remember it, he hurt me, but he told me that I hadta man up and take the pain, learn to live with it, learn to accept and crave it, because I'm so small, that virtually any man who'd wanna pay to fuck me was likely gonna hurt me too. For the next little while, pretty near every man around me fucked me, lots, I was kept in near constant pain, I think I cried a lot back then, but then, I was finally told I was ready. I guess I finally stopped crying and just learned to take it. I remember that even though I was in pain, that I loved it too. Nothing feels better to me than having a cock up my ass, pounding me for all my whore worth.”

“Yeah, that's kinda what I figured as well. I wasn't all that much older myself when I got my ass fucked for the first time.” Chance said, and then told Lucky his tale.

“Nice. You said I'm not allowed to bring anyone here to fuck me, and I'm not allowed to ask any of the teachers, so what am I supposed to do, even now the desire to get fucked hard and filled full is so strong I wanna leave and find someone, anyone who'll fuck me.”

“You're addicted to sex, you crave it, I understand that, truly I do, because that was probably my largest addiction as well. Just let it go, let your new home fill you with everything good, and before too long, I promise, you won't think like that any more. And when you find a cute little gay baby boyfriend, it'll be that much more special. And try and go nice and slow, learn each other. Try things other than just fucking, go for making true love to each other.

“Look, I can see from the look on your face just what you think of all that, and I understand, truly I do, but I was once in your shoes, I know exactly how you feel. Getting your pussy nailed feels good, believe me, I know, I used to be the same, but I assure you that finding the boy that fills your heart and your head full first, and then makes long slow passionate love to you before filling your cute little baby bum full, that's so much more than I know you can comprehend. I know that you're searching for love, we all are, but endless, meaningless sex, that's not love. Selling your body to get the food and shelter you need, that's not living. I learned the same thing when I wasn't really all that much older than you are now, I never thought that I could give up meaningless sex, but, you know what, since Zayden and I got together and fell in love with each other, we've never even had so much as one single other partner.”

“But...but....but....but, I need it.”

“No, you don't need it. You want it, you crave it, you desire it, but you don't need it. You won't die if you don't have sex. No, things you need, things that you will die without; food, water, shelter, that's what you need. I also personally think you need love, maybe not to live, but to live a nice life.”

“Yeah, except I've gone way longer without food and water than I ever have sex.”

“Once more, been there, done that.” Chance laughed.

“It wasn't a joke.”

“I know, which in and of itself is funny.”

“Not sure I like your sense of humor.”

“Yeah, I know, just trust me, okay. I promise you that you will survive, and feel so much better for it.”

“Not sure I believe you.”

“I know, and when I was in your place, I didn't believe it either, but now look at me, I know true happiness and love, and now I live a life I never dreamed I could.”

“Still not sure I believe you.”

“I know. Most don't, hell, virtually every last student that I've ever had that was also addicted to sex was the same, and I understand.” Chance smiled warmly to Lucky.

They continued to talk for a little longer as they ate, and as soon as they were done, they cleaned up their mess and headed out. Chance called their therapist and asked him if he is busy, and he said no, so Chance told him he is bringing someone then. When they arrived, they were greeted, and then they got down to just talking. At one point, Lucky looked as if he was going to do a runner, so, Chance went and sat on the comfortable couch with the scared little boy, with his back to the arm, and then had Lucky lay back against him, and Chance told him to close his eyes, just relax, and just talk out all his feelings, and that helped, especially when Chance started playing with his hair softly.

They were there for a little more than four hours by the time Lucky was done, shocking Chance that he managed to last that long, but then, he had Lucky so relaxed that it was almost as if he were in a trance more than half the time. He got a lot of shit off his mind, though, and even claims to feel better, though exhausted, and asked to go for a sleep after lunch.

They are later than lunch again, because they took so long, so, once more Chance and Lucky were in the dining hall alone.

“So, how you feeling now Buddy?”

“Like shit, to tell you the truth.”

“Yeah, I remember that all too well. After lunch, I'll take you to your bedroom, you can change your soggy bum, crawl into bed, and curl up and sleep. I'll only let you sleep a couple hours at most, but I think you need it, to help soothe out all the wrinkles in your mind now. We tore your mind wide open, now it hasta heal, and a good sleep will help. I'll be right outside your door the entire time, so, if you need me, I'll be right there.”

“Thanks, and I suppose you won't change me again, will you?”

“No Baby, I really shouldn't. You're gonna haveta learn how to do that on your own, at least until such time as you find yourself a baby boyfriend who'll happily change you, and you'll happily change him.”

“Yeah, I know, but that's when I feel the nicest, when you change me so tenderly. It almost feels like when my daddy was still alive, I think it was love.”

“Yeah, I know how you feel.” Chance said softly.

“Please?”

“Okay, but this will be the last time, okay, and only because you're still so raw, that right now, frankly, I think you need the extra attention.” Chance said.

“Thanks, it really means a lot to me that you're here for me. No one else really ever has been.”

“I know. That's the reason this place works so well, because we all know where each other came from. Sure, not everyone is exactly the same, yet we all are. We were society's garbage, the shit on the bottom of the normal peoples shoes, we're different, we're demented, we're criminals, and everything else and in between. But why should we get any less, why should we have to take all that, especially alone. It's like I tell everyone, so what if we're different, you're a gay baby boy diaper lover, I think we can both agree to that now, so am I, so are several others here. I have more gay and bi kids here than most people even realize exist, more cross dressers and full on trannies, I have virtually every kink and perversion here, and most of them are here because their families found out about them and tossed them out like yesterday's smelly trash. So fucking what if we're different, that doesn't make us trash. It's funny, but I honestly think that the ones who claim to be the most normal, are the ones who are fucking up this entire planet the most, and I'm willing to bet that they're the most demented people around. I say fuck normal, and fuck anyone who claims to be normal.”

“I think I like that. I got fucked so many times by people who were probably considered normal to everyone else around them, yet, they were fucking a little boy. Hundreds, maybe thousands, I don't even know. I had at least two men per day, every day, and almost always different.”

“Wow, even more than me, not by much granted, but still more. So, what'd you do with all the money you made?”

“Hid it.”

“Any clue how much you have hidden?”

“No. I charged twenty to suck, fifty if you wanted me to swallow, hundred for a fuck, and five hundred for a whole night of fun. I did a few parties where I made way more, and they were always really happy to pay it. I hadta spend some of the money of course, to eat and whatnot, but, yeah, I had lots.”

“We should go and get it, so that we can put it into an account for you for later. Once we get it proven who you are, if there was anything from your dad, because it seemed he was pretty rich, that should rightfully go to you as well, so we'll need an account for you for that anyway.” And Chance did have someone go and collect the money, because Lucky told him where it was hidden, it amounted to almost three thousand dollars.

“I don't want it, you can have it.”

“I appreciate that, but no thanks. You'll need it later. Every kid that came here with money offered the same, and I did the same for them. I also make sure and give a percentage of whatever is made from anything you make, so that you're not just doing it for free. I keep all that information and only give it to you guys once you're done school. You get taught finances and budgeting and all that, so you'll have no worries. Now, let's get baby all diapered and into bed.”

“Please.”

Chance took a few minutes longer to diaper Lucky up, knowing that he needed it, and so made it a very long, tender, and gentle diapering. What is funny is that even though Lucky craves sex so much, he has not once got even the slightest hard for a diaper change yet.

“Lucky, when you're having sex, do you ever get hard?”

“Oh yeah. I'm so fucking hard sometimes when I'm getting fucked, it feels like it's gonna snap off. Why?”

“That's good. I'm just surprised that you were soft for your soggy baby bum changes is all. That alone usually is a telltale sign of trauma.”

“Oh.”

“That's good, though, it means you like and trust me, and in a non sexual way.”

“Yeah, I do, even though I'd still love it if you fucked me all night long, but I know you don't want me like that, you were pretty clear on that.”

“Good, and you're right, even though you're an amazingly sexy little gay baby boy diaper lover.”

“Thanks.”

“Okay, you go ahead and curl up and have a good sleep Baby, you need it. I'll wake you up in two hours, okay.”

“Okay.”

Lucky wound himself up in his blankets, swaddling himself almost like Chance had, Chance smiled at this, and then turned off the light and closed the door. Chance waited a few moments until someone came past and asked if she were on her way to anywhere important at the moment, and when told that she was just heading to class, Chance asked her to hold for a few moments and watch Lucky's bedroom, to make sure that he does not panic and attempt to run for it again, while he goes to grab a couple things. She remembered that time well, so said sure, and waited until Chance got back.

As soon as Chance made it back with a chair and his computer, he sat down and did some work while he waited. He arranged to have Lucky's blood tested to make sure that he is a match to who he is certain is his father, so that anything that he may have had can be given to Lucky, assuming of course the government will still do so, but he has a very good lawyer who should be able to make it happen, one of his very first students in fact, and now he helps Chance with anything whenever he needs it. Chance decided to just forward him all the information as well, so that he can start looking into it all.

When two hours was up, Chance silently opened the door, and entered the room. Lucky was curled up in a tight little ball, wound up even tighter in his blankets, only about half his face was visible because of how he had wound himself up, and he is sucking his thumb in his sleep once again. Chance almost felt bad for doing so, but knew that Lucky needs to wake up. He softly and gently shook Lucky's shoulder, hoping to not scare the poor little guy, but when his eyes popped open, Chance could see the look of fear for just a moment, until Lucky recognized Chance, and then it changed to one of pure love.

Before Chance could react, Lucky unwound himself, and wrapped his arms around Chance and hugged him tightly. Chance wrapped his arms around the scared little boy, cradling his already slightly soggy diapered bum, for that is all that he is wearing, and just held him. Chance could feel Lucky vibrating for several minutes as he held him, could feel his little heart hammering in his chest, until finally he calmed down.

“Thank you so much.” Lucky whispered softly, once the fear escaped him.

“You're so very welcome.” Chance whispered back.

He did not have to ask why, he has a pretty good understanding of just what Lucky is thanking him for, and he is beyond happy to do so for him.

When finally Lucky let go the hug, Chance set him down, and told him to go ahead and get dressed. As soon as Lucky was dressed and ready to go, they headed out. When Chance asked Lucky what he wanted to do, he shrugged his shoulders and claimed that he had no idea what to do. The rest of the kids are only just finishing class for the day, and so, they are all already scattering about the school to go do whatever it is that they want to do. Chance gave him a few options, and he chose to go to the wood shop with Chance and maybe learn something there.

Until dinner time, Chance very patiently taught Lucky all about woodworking, what it is, what kind of things that he can do and make, showing him all the tools and what they do, and of course the safety information for it all, the biggest of the safety information being that if he needs help, ask, that there is no shame in asking for help when he needs it.

“Why do you say that asking for help is almost the most important thing? I'd think not sticking your hand in a saw would be way more important!”

“Well, clearly that's important, but really, I think that's pretty much a given, but, of course, accidents happen. If you follow all the proper safety guidelines, use all the proper safety tools available, then that really should never even be a concern. Now, the reason for always asking for help is simple. Tell me, can you ever remember asking anyone for help, no matter the situation?”

“No, who'd offer the likes of me help.”

“Exactly, so you've learned to just do whatever needs done, no matter the risk to yourself, because there's no one there for you. Well, here that's not the case, and sometimes it can be insanely dangerous, bordering on stupidity, to do certain things all by yourself, especially in a shop.”

“Like what?” He asked curiously.

“To start, as you're learning, well, pretty much everything. You'll need all sorts of help at the beginning to learn how to do things properly and safely. However, as you progress more, the required help isn't always that obvious, and so, you just try and do it without thinking, and that's what we needta beat into you kids' thick skulls. No, let's say you're cutting a large piece of wood, something that's right at the very upper limits of your strength to even move. Well, the power required for your body to move it, as well as control it, you simply wouldn't have, because you're already using all your strength just to move it, right. Well, our table saw here is really fucking powerful. If it decides to throw you across the room, there's nothing you'd be able to do to stop it, because you're already at your max. Granted, you won't be using the table saw for a while, but that's beside the point. Even when things aren't that heavy, sometimes they're so large and cumbersome, that just moving it can be dangerous. Sometimes you just need an extra pair of hands. At first it'll likely drive you a little nuts as everyone will always offer their help when they see that you're about to do something that really should have two or more people doing it, but don't get frustrated or upset, that's what they're trained to do, and if you refuse, they will tell the teacher on staff at that time, and when they ask, you are not allowed to refuse. I feel very strongly on that. Our safety record here is second to very nearly none, and we wanna keep it that way, thank you very much. The biggest injury I accept here is a sliver, anything else, and well, I suppose I'll just haveta quietly bury you with the others that didn't learn, and pretend you were never here.”

“Oh. Um.......Okay.” Lucky said, not sure what to think of that last bit.

“Sorry, I know, that was probably mean. You've been on the street so long that you don't understand sarcasm or joking. I was teasing you, I'd never pretend you weren't here, and thankfully I've never buried a student, well, at least for a shop accident.”

“Oh, I thought you were serious.” He said in relief.

“I know, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up, and you needta learn how to joke around, have fun like a kid's supposed to, tease and be teased and accept a little sarcasm, never in a mean way of course, but, just have fun. It'll take a while for you, I know, but you'll be just fine.”

“Okay.”

“So, it's dinner time now, let's go get some food, I'm starting to get a little hungry, even though we had a late lunch.”

“I doubt I'll be able to eat much.”

“Then don't. Only eat what's comfortable, never fill yourself full. Come on.”

When they made it to the dining hall, they joined the lineup of others that had just entered, and waited their turn. When they got their food, they went and sat down with Zayden, who was already at a table with a couple other kids.

“Hi guys. How are you feeling now Lucky?” Zayden asked after Chance gave him a quick kiss.

“Well, better than I did earlier, I guess. Still kinda all over right now though I think.”

“Yeah, that's about what I'd expect. Are you having any fun yet?”

“A little.”

“Oh, too bad, fun simply isn't acceptable.”

“Um, Chance said I'm a kid and I should have as much fun as I could.” He said, wide eyed, lip quivering and all.

“Yeah, well, he's been accused of lying, a lot.” Zayden said, shrugging.

Lucky looked to Chance, eyes even wider now.

“Ah, he's just teasing you. Remember what I told you earlier?”

“Yeah, but I just can't tell when people are being serious or not.”

“I know, it'll take time. Just let go, relax, don't take everyone so seriously all the time. You don't wanna have yourself a twelve year old heart attack or something.”

“Not sure I can.”

“You can, but it'll take time and work. Don't worry, we'll all happily help you.”

They continued chatting as they ate, and then, when dinner was done and cleaned up, they all headed out for the evening to play and do whatever.

“Now, Lucky, I'm heading to the shop to play, you're welcome to come as well, but this time I won't be working with you, I wanna continue working on the tables I'm making. You could try and make something, we have hundreds of plans for things that you can make with your minimal skill level, and I'm sure there'll be lotsa people there to ask questions of, even me, or, if you'd rather, you're more than welcome to wander around and find something else to do.”

“You think I'm ready to work on my own?”

“Sure, on small, simple projects, absolutely. One of the things that you haveta make in wood shop is a few various clamps that we always use, they're pretty simple to make, so you could start on them. However, you don't haveta feel obligated to stay near me, you can go do something else as well.”

“I feel better when I know you're near though.”

“I know, but soon we're gonna haveta break you of that, I can't be by you at all times, we both still have lots to do, and tomorrow you haveta start in on your learning, and I have other things that needta be done, namely repairing my office, again.”

“Oh. I should help you with that, since I kinda did it.” He blushed cutely.

“That's okay, like I said, you needta get started on your class work.”

“I could go do that right now!”

“Don't worry, you do something fun, I promise, you'll be fine.”

“Okay, I think I'd still liketa come to the shop and work in there then.”

“Awesome, let's go.” Chance said happily, and very nearly skipped all the way there, Zayden and Lucky following, but nearly having to run to keep up.

As soon as they made it to the shop, Chance handed Lucky over to the actual shop teacher who was scheduled for that evening, since the shops are the only rooms that are kept running pretty much all day, every day, and they all love it. Chance told him everything that he needs to know about Lucky, and then left the two of them alone.

“So, Lucky, I like that. Come on over, let's get you started on making a few simple things that'll help us all out. We always get new students to make a few of each of the clamps or clamping systems that we always need. Actually, you know what, we just got a large steel beam that we're gonna make a large rail and stile clamping system from, I'd love it if you'd help me with that. We finally have all the materials, I was just waiting for a willing slave to help me, I mean volunteer.” He grinned.

“Um. Okay.”

“Come on you little cutie, let's go.” He grinned to the nervous little guy, ruffling up his hair affectionately.

He led Lucky over to where everything is stored.

“So, this is gonna be super simple to build, all we need are a couple dozen pieces of wood cut to just longer than the beam is wide, then drill a hole in each end. Then we take this threaded rod and these J bolts and coupler nuts, and put them all together so that the J bolts can hook over the bottom lip of the beam. The hardest thing though will be making the forty eight knobs that we need for tightening down the cross bars.”

“Oh. What's it for and what's it do?” He asked, looking at all the various parts and pieces that had been gathered.

“Well, when we're making doors and larger pieces that require large rails and stiles, we've found it rather difficult to glue them up in a timely fashion, so, we're making a clamping station where we can glue it all up at the same time, and then with the cross bars that get tightened down with the threaded knobs that we'll make, we should get more than even enough clamping pressure across the entire glue up to make it perfect. We tried it on a smaller scale already, and it worked great, so, once I found the metal beam that was perfect, I started gathering all the supplies needed to do it, and it's the perfect project for a new student to help with. Simple enough to do, but incredibly worthwhile and will help everyone, as well as start building your skills.”

“Okay, you sure I can help, that all sounds really hard to do.”

“Of course you can. Just remember, you can do anything you tell yourself that you can do. This is all super easy though, and by the end of the evening, with my guidance, you'll have everything done, and perfectly at that. So, the first thing is to make the cross bars. We'll just find lotsa softwood scraps for that, since we don't wanna use a hardwood that could dent softer woods, and using something that has some give is probably better anyway.”

They went and searched out everything that they need, the teacher showing Lucky how to properly read a tape measure. Once they had all the pieces needed to make the cross bars, they went to one of the chop saws and cut them all to length. Next was the drill press to drill all the holes. Next was to start making all the knobs, and so, they found a whole bunch of eighteen to twenty millimeter scrap plywood, and then to the bandsaw to start cutting them into fifteen centimeter rounds. At first Lucky was super nervous about this, but, with the circle cutting jig that he was shown how to set up and use, he found that this was shockingly easy. Then it was back over to the drill press, where another simple jig was attached, that would hold the circles in the right position to start cutting finger grooves into the edges of all the circles, and Lucky was shown how to set this up perfectly. It took time to do all forty eight of them, because they each got eight notches drilled out of the edge to make it look like a knob. Then the jig was repositioned to drill the centre holes, one larger hole drilled half way through, then a smaller hole drilled the rest of the way through.

“Now for the time consuming part. We have to set nuts into all these, it's easy enough, just takes time and patience.” He told Lucky, and then started showing him what to do.

Set the nut so that it was right above the larger hole, mark it with a pencil as to where it needed to be, and then use a small and deadly sharp chisel to cut away the tiny bit of material left so that the nut seats in place perfectly. Lucky found this surprisingly easy to do, but it did take a while. They then glued each of the nuts into place using a slow set two part epoxy, and also glued a washer on at the same time, so that they had a harder wearing bearing surface.

“See, not so hard, now is it?”

“No, that was pretty easy, actually.”

“Exactly. Now all we haveta do is put together all the bolts, and then we're pretty much done 'til the glue all cures.”

That part was easy, though time consuming once again, because they used thread locker on each of the parts, so that they would not easily come apart as they are working with the new clamps. Because it had taken next to no time at all to really do all that, they still have nearly two hours before bedtime, so the teacher asked Lucky if he wants to try making more clamps, so he said sure.

Until bed time, they made more right angle clamping jigs, which they use a lot of in a lot of the work that they make, especially all the picture frames that the kids make. As they were making these, the teacher told Lucky that they buy cheap frames from the dollar stores to get the glass, or sometimes they will get glass off cuts from a few glass shops around, and they make all sorts of cool picture frames that always sell incredibly well, but are great for the younger and less experienced kids, because they are shockingly simple to make, unless they want to go fancy, which they most certainly can as well.

“You did real well Lucky, before too long, you'll be working up a storm in here.”

“Thanks.”

“I see that Chance isn't paying attention to the time, yet again, that man never pays attention to the time when he's working in here. So, carefully go and get his attention, remember the safety rule of ensuring you never startle someone when they're working on tools, and tell him that it's bed time.”

“Okay.”

Lucky went over, and stood in Chance's line of sight and waved gently. It took a few moments for it to register with Chance, which is pretty common, and when he did realize that Lucky was trying to get his attention, he finished what he was doing and looked up.

“What's up Buddy?”

“It's bedtime.”

“No, it can't be, I just started an hour ago.”

“Um, we started in here almost four hours ago already.”

“Holy shit, I can't tell you how often I do that.” Chance laughed.

“Yeah, the teacher in here said you do that lots.”

“Yeah, like probably six nights outta seven, maybe more.”

“I'm getting pretty tired, but I'm kinda scared to go to bed.”

“Don't be scared. I've already arranged for a couple people to guard your door for you tonight. Someone's gonna take the first shift, and then someone the second. I'm hoping that with already getting a bunch of that shit outta your head, that you'll already start to feel a difference.”

“Fuck, I sure hope so. I do feel a lots less panicked today, so I hope that's good.”

“I bet, and I hope so too.”

Chance cleaned up what he was working on, Lucky helped, and then they headed out, the last ones to do so. When they got to Lucky's bedroom, Chance told him to have a good sleep, and to make sure to change his super soggy bum, because it appears that he has started to leak a little, but that that is fine, because leaks happen all the time. Lucky felt the back of his pants and realized that Chance was right, but he had never noticed it before, and did not care in the least, but had to admit to himself that his diaper sure does feel nice now that it is so soggy.

There is already a teacher in the chair outside Lucky's bedroom, reading, and they said hi to each other, and Lucky was introduced to him, and then Chance told him to have a good sleep, so Lucky went inside his room, and proceeded to change himself. When he was about to roll up his used diaper after getting into his fresh one, he pressed it to his nose and smelled it, liked it, and so sniffed it even deeper. For some strange reason he had the desire to do so, as well the desire to taste it, and so, that is what he did next, and tasted just a little at first, and liked it, so went back and sniffed and sucked even more.

Once he was done, Lucky rolled up the used diaper, threw it in his trash can, then laid down. It was at this time that he realized just what the sniffing and sucking had done to himself, and felt the rather uncomfortable tightness of an erection inside a nice snug diaper. He started petting his baby diapered dinky, and exploded only twenty or so seconds later, but he did not stop, and continued to stroke his diapered dick until he came twice more, before he is finally satisfied.

With a warm smile on his face, for possibly the first time ever as he is going to sleep, Lucky rolled himself up in his blankets once again, after turning off his light, and passed out.