Learning His Lesson Part 1
by Aldric

Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com

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Chapter 1, Big Brother Bully

Brad was following his brother through the gym, hoping to find
some way to get back at him.  Brad's brother, Brian, had told
their parents about the bullying Brad had been committing, both
at school and in the neighborhood.  Brad really hadn't done
anything bad, it wasn't like he was stealing lunch money or
beating kids up, he just depantsed a few kids.  It was no big
deal; he and his best friend Kevin were just having fun.  But
little baby Brian had to go running to mommy and daddy again.

"Cripes" he said to Kevin as they followed discreetly behind
Brian, "he acts more like a five year old than twelve.  Always
getting me in trouble he can't wait for a chance to tell on me."

"Maybe we should leave him alone then.  Swim practice starts next
week, and if you get grounded again you'll miss try-outs.  And
this year we're at the bottom of the age bracket instead of the
top the competition will be a lot harder."

Unlike school, where he and Kevin had just completed the middle
year as seventh graders, swim meets were divided by age, 8 to 12,
13-15, and 16-18 year olds.  Being 12-and-a half last year made
the completion easy, he and Kevin were in the oldest age group. 
But, as Kevin pointed out, this year would be different.  He and
Kevin, at 13 years old, would be competing against older,
stronger, and more experienced swimmers.  He couldn't count on an
automatic spot on the team.

But he had to get back at his brother.  The first week of summer
vacation had just ended, and Brad had spent most of it in his
room.  The only time he was allowed outside was to cut the grass,
wash the car, clean the garage, and paint the porch.  This was
the first time he had been able to hang out with Kevin since
school ended.  And the nice weather that occurred during his
grounded time had gone away, today was incredibly hot and humid
for early June, but the pool wasn't open yet.  The gym was fairly
crowded with kids despite the heat however.

"Na, I've got to teach him to mind his own business.  And this
might be the time to do it."

Brian had found his friends playing horse at one of the side
hoops.  Since he was wearing sandals instead of sneakers, he
kicked them off to play in his socks.  Brad moved quickly to a
spot behind the backboard and waited.

Within minutes, his wait was rewarded.  Brian came driving at the
basket, leaping high up in the air for the lay-up.  Just as he
was fully extended in a vain hope to dunk the ball, Brad reached
out and tugged his brother's shorts down.

Brad had intended only to lower his brother's shorts, but
completely by accident he also got hold of Brian's boxers.  And
he misjudged how high his brother could jump, so as he tugged,
the shorts and boxers came down to Brian's ankles.  With Brad
still hanging on to the fabric while Brian fell, they came off
completely.

"What the hell are you doing!" shouted Brian as he jumped and
turned around to see who had grabbed him.

"Oh, you asshole" he said when he saw his brother.  Then he
realized for the first time what Brad had in his hand.  "Hey,
give me back my pants!"

As soon as he yelled it, Brian knew it was the wrong thing to
yell in a gym filled with boys and girls.  For a moment the noise
level in the gym dropped, and then rose back up as everyone
became aware of Brian's predicament.

"I don't have anything of yours" Brad said as he tossed the
clothes to Kevin.  "You must have forgotten to dress yourself
before you left the house."

Brian was trying to pull his tea shirt down over his groin as his
friends rolled across the court with laughter.  "I'm gonna tell." 
Brian now decided to take his tea shirt off completely.  This
momentarily left him completely naked except for his socks, but
once off it allowed him to cover himself better while he hoped
his brother would have some pity on him and return his pants.

"You keep telling on me, and I'm just going to have to keep
making it worse on you until you learn your lesson.  Come on,
Kevin, let's get out of here."

As he walked across the court, Kevin tossed the ball of clothes
into the basket, where they stuck in the netting.  "Two points"
he yelled, as he and Brad ran off.  Brad had no idea the cost his
final words to Brian would have over the summer.

Chapter 2, The Punishment

Brad and Kevin hung out for the rest of the day trying to have a
good time, but Brad knew he had gone too far and was going to get
in trouble for sure, and that kept him from enjoying the day.  As
it got closer to suppertime, the feeling of doom grew even
stronger, leaving his stomach tied in a knot.  But it wasn't his
fault, he had only intended to pull down Brian's shorts, and even
then not pull them off.  It was just bad luck.  He never intended
to leave his brother naked in the gym, and it wasn't like it
would have been a big deal if the other kids had seen him in his
boxers.  Besides, his brother would be over it in a few days. 
What difference did it make if a few kids saw his brother's
little dick.  He was just 12, there wasn't much there to see.

Brad hoped his parents would listen to these arguments and go
easy on him, but from the moment he walked in the door he knew
they weren't.  They didn't yell at him, not even once, but he
could tell they were as angry with him as they had ever been.  He
even tried something he had done in years, forcing tears out to
make them believe he was sorry.  But they ignored the fake tears
and refused to accept any of his arguments, and finally he ran
out of words.  "So what happens now?  What's my punishment?" he
asked.

"We have paper work signed by a juvenile judge to place you in
the Bakersfield Boys Ranch for the summer" his father replied.

Brad had heard of the place, knowing only that it was a boot camp
and work farm for kids that were really in trouble.  "But I
didn't do anything that bad, how can you send me there?  Besides,
I thought that place was for older kids."

"Normally it is reserved for those older than fourteen, but the
judge agreed that it might be helpful to you to learn some
respect and discipline, so he allowed it.  And what you did is
that bad, you just don't understand what you've done to your
brother and other kids.  So that is where you are going.  And you
leave tonight."  His father pushed the paper across the table to
him.

Brad read the short order that authorized his parents to place
him in custody at the farm, and was suddenly very scared.  At
Bakersfield, he'd be the one being bullied all the time. 
Everyone there would be older than him.  "Mom, how can you do
this to me?  There must be some other way, I'll change, I
promise" he said, this time with a real tear in his eye.

His mother spoke for the first time in a while.  "We thought you
might feel that way, and we talked with the judge about other
options and programs.  We all agree you need to learn to respect
other people and behave appropriately.  He did tell us about a
new program starting here.  Its been used in a few towns nearby
with good success.  He also signed a court order allowing us to
commit you to that program.  But unlike Bakersfield, this one is
voluntary.  You have to agree to it and follow it.  You will get
graded on your lessons, and if you are failing, then Bakersfield
is where you will go."

"Okay, I'll do it.  I'll learn respect.  What do I have to do? 
How do you grade me?"

"We don't.  It will be up to your brother and sister.  You will
submit to being in their charge, and will do what they say when
they tell you to do it.  They will grade you on how well you
listen and if they think you are learning.  Humiliation is part
of it.  It won't be easy or fun.  Do you agree to this?"  His
mother pushed a different piece of paper over to him.  Across the
top was something called NUDREP.

The idea of allowing his 12-year-old brother and 11-year-old
sister to humiliate him and order him around made him think, but
he decided it couldn't be too bad.  And it was bound to be better
than being sent to BBR, as Bakersfield Boys Ranch was known. 
"But what do I have to do?  And how long does it last?  Besides,
what if I do everything, but Brian tells you I didn't and I get
sent away anyway?"

His father answered.  "All very good questions, I'm glad to hear
that at least you're thinking about it.  There are rules that
both Brian and Melissa have to follow or they will be subject to
serious punishment themselves.  And your mother and I will pay
attention and question any bad grades from either of them, but to
some extent you'll have to have some trust in them.  And as for
how long it lasts, it goes a day at a time.  If you do everything
right over the next 24 hours, it could be done by this time
tomorrow.  But if your mother or me, or either of your siblings
say you need more time, then it goes for another 24 hours.  If
you aren't learning anything and don't show any improvement, then
you flunk out, at which time you go directly to the Ranch.

"But you said humili " Brad fell silent, unable to say the word
as it applied to him.

"Humiliation" his mother completed it for him.  "Yes, there will
be a lot of that.  There are rules, but you don't need to know
what the limits are.  Your brother and sister have been
instructed and we are confident they won't go beyond what is
allowed."

"You've been warned this won't be easy, so before you agree,
think it through" his father said, sliding the signed admission
order across the table again.  "But one way or another, your
mother and I feel you need to learn some lessons.  And while what
you may go through isn't something we would normally allow, we've
decided to try this and see if it works.  But once we take you to
BBR, you are there until they release you.  And we need to have
you there before 9:00 if we're going to take you tonight.  So you
have to make up your mind pretty quickly."

Brad wasn't sure if his parents were serious about taking him to
BBR, but with the admission paper staring him in the face, he
wasn't ready to take the chance.  Besides, knowing there were
rules and limits made it better, he just wished he knew what they
were.  But heck, he was bigger and stronger than his brother, and
he had always been good at playing one off against the other. 
They had never worked together for very long, and if it came to
his word against one of them, maybe he could get the other to
support his lie.  He decided that was his best hope.  "Alright,
I'll learn.  I'll do what I'm told."

"I want there to be no doubt that you agree to this," his mother
said.  "So say 'I will follow all instructions from Melissa and
Brian immediately, completely, and politely, and I submit to
their control over my life.'"

It hurt him to have to say it, but he repeated the words just as
his mother had said them.  He paused at the word 'submit' but,
after a second of hesitation, gave in and completed the sentence. 
His father gave him a pen and pointed to the bottom of the form,
where the words he had just said were printed.  "Sign on the line
below if you agree to enter into this program" his father said. 
Brad shrugged his shoulders and signed on the line.

"Now, take your shirt off," said his father.  Not sure what was
about to happen, Brad slowly unbuttoned his shirt while his
mother got a bag out of the pantry.  As soon as he took his shirt
off, his father brought a collar out of the bag.  The collar was
leather and had several rings attached to it.  Several of the
rings had a short loop of light chain attached with a lock. 
Brad's father stood behind and fastened the collar with a lock
behind Brad's neck."

"From now on, if anyone gives you the command 'arms up' you will
immediately raise your arms next to your head like this" his
father said, demonstrating by extending his arms out from his
shoulders and bending his elbows such that his hands were even
with his ears.

"Now, hands up!"  As Brad raised his hands, his mother locked a
soft band around each wrist.  As soon as she had one wrist done,
his father connected a short chain from the wrist to the collar,
again locking each part in place with a small lock.  "Your
brother and sister each have keys, and they will unlock you when
they want.  If there is a time that you need to be unlocked and
they aren't around, you mother also has keys, but unless it's an
unusual condition, she won't use her key.  You've committed to
this, remember what happens if you fail.  Your brother and sister
are in the den; they have already had their dinner.  Your mother
and I are going out."

"What about my dinner are they allowed to starve me?"

"No, not really, but going for one night without dinner won't
kill you.  Besides, there is a plate waiting for you.  All you
have to do is what you're told and you'll eat tonight.  I won't
tell you to have fun, because I already know you won't, but learn
quickly and maybe it won't be too bad.  Now go to the den and say
to Melissa and Brian what you said to your father and me, that
you submit to their control and will follow their instructions
immediately, completely, and politely."

"Oh, god, I can't say that to them . . . " started Brad.

His dad interrupted him, saying, "We won't tell you that you have
to say the words, that choice is yours.  But you brother and
sister are waiting to hear you say them, and if they have to
instruct you to say them, it won't make for a good start this
evening.  But you decide; like we said, how long this lasts is
completely up to how well you do what Melissa and Brian tell you
to do.  Good night."

As his parents closed the front door, Brad reluctantly walked
towards the den.  The looks on Melissa and Brian's faces when he
walked in with his arms bound to his neck sent a chill down his
spine.  He stood in the doorway, unsure how to proceed.

"Don't you have something to say" asked Brian.

Brad hesitated for a second, and then decided there was not going
to be any way to get past this.  "Brian and Melissa, I submit to
your control and will follow all of your instructions
immediately, completely, and politely."

The smiles on their faces told the whole story.  "This is going
to be so much fun!" his brother stated, eager to get started.

Chapter 3, First Evening

Without any hesitation, his brother took charge.  "Okay then,
let's get started.  We should get Matt over here before it gets
too late."

Matt was the boy next door, and was a close friend of Melissa as
they were both the same age.  "Why does he need to come over
here?" Brad asked, trying to keep the desperation out of his
voice.

"You need to apologize to him for pantsing him" Melissa answered. 
She dialed the number and held the phone to Brad's ear.  "Invite
him over so you can say you're sorry."

The phone rang twice, and then Matt's mother answered.  Brad
asked for Matt, feeling like a fool for calling a boy two years
younger then himself.  When Matt came on the line, Brad tried to
invite him over, but Matt suspected him of attempting to pick on
him some more.  Hearing that the conversation wasn't going well,
Melissa whispered in Brad's other ear "You'd better talk him in
to coming over, or else."

Brad didn't know how to do that, since Matt didn't trust him, and
for good reason.  "Please Matt, I'm in trouble with my parents,
and I have to apologize to you for pulling your pants down while
you were playing out front."

Matt still wasn't having anything to do with it.  "All right" he
said, "I'll tell them you said you were sorry."

Not sure what Melissa had in mind if Matt didn't come over, Brad
shouted into the phone before Matt could hang up "Matt, wait a
minute this isn't a joke, and I'm not going to do anything to
you.  In fact, if you come over, I'll make it up to you somehow. 
Just please come over."

There was a momentary silence, then Matt said "So you're in
bigger trouble if I don't come over, is that what this is?"

"Yeah," said Brad, without thinking.

"Then too bad, you'll just have to suffer through it.  Unless . .
."  Matt's voice got very soft.

"Unless what?  I'll do it, just come on over."

"I want to spank you, just like you were a little boy, right in
front of your parents."

"My parents aren't here, just Brian and Melissa."

"That's even better.  You agree?  I'll come over and let you
apologize and then I get to spank you."

"Yeah, Matt, I agree, see you in a minute."

"So, you talked him into it" Melissa said.  "What did you agree
to?"

"He wants to spank me."  Brad could feel his cheeks burning just
from saying it.

The doorbell rang, and Brian went to answer it.  He returned in a
moment with Matt, who looked in wonder at the shirtless bully
bound with his hands in the air.  "Wow, I had no idea.  How did
you two get that stuff on him?" he asked.

He lets us, all we have to do is tell him 'hands up' and then we
lock him up like that."

Matt walked behind Brad and took a full swing at Brad's backside. 
"He's not going to feel it through his pants" Brian said.

"You mean . . .?"

"Yeah, it's easy."  Brian pulled a key out of his pocket and
unlocked the chains to the collar around Brad's neck.  "Take em
off" he said to his big brother.

"Aw, come on, Brian, get real, I can't do that in front of
Melissa."

"So it was okay for you to leave me naked in front of hundreds of
kids, but you can't be seen by your own sister?  Take them off;
this is already going on your report card."

Matt had heard what Brad had done to Brian, but he was confused
about the 'report card' Brian had mentioned.  "What's this about
a report card" he asked.

Melissa answered up, coming over to leer at her big brother.  "He
has to learn follow orders and treat people with respect.  We're
allowed to show him how he made other people feel, and if he
doesn't learn than we give him bad grades.  If he gets enough bad
grades, then he goes to BBR."

Matt's eyes got big as he pieced together what he had been told. 
"So does he have to do what I tell him too?"

"That depends," answered Brian.  "We can tell him to, and monitor
the situation.  But we have to give you some rules that you
aren't allowed to break.  But if that's what you want, then yeah,
he'll do it.  Or else."  Brian looked up at Brad.  "What are you
waiting for, I said to take them off, and I mean now!"

Brad didn't think this was in the rules his parents set forth,
but he didn't' want to challenge them right now.  With his face
burning red, he undid his pants and dropped them down, stepping
out of them.

"The underpants too" said Melissa softly, watching intently.

Brad could feel his penis start to rise as he pushed his boxers
down and off, leaving him completely naked.

"Is that what mom called an erection?" Melissa asked, pointing at
Brad's groin.

"Answer her," ordered Brian.

"Yeah, I guess so," said Brad through his embarrassment.

"Then since you got an erection, I'm allowed to tell you to
masturbate yourself," she said with obvious joy.

"What?  You can't be serious, that-"

But Brian cut in on Brad's doubt "You bet she can, and so can I. 
Anytime you get hard."  He looked at Melissa and added "but it's
called a boner, and masturbation is beating off.  There will be
time for that later, but Matt wanted to spank him."

Matt, overjoyed at the turn of events, said, "I could stay a
little while longer."

"There will be time for anything, but let's keep things going." 
Brian handed the locks to Matt.  "You wanted to be in charge,
just tell him 'hands up" and lets see how well he listens."

Matt immediately yelled "hands up," but Brad, still in shock
about all that was happening, was slow to raise his hands.

"I don't think 24 hours is going to be enough, this might take
the whole summer to make him learn to listen" Melissa said with a
smile on her face.

Suddenly, Matt realized what Melissa had said.  "You mean this
isn't just for tonight, that you can do this to him all summer?"

"Well, that's up to him" she answered.  "But right now, I'd say
it's going to last for a while."

Admitting defeat, Brad raised his hands, allowing Matt to lock
them in place to the collar around his neck.  "Can other people
see him like this too?" he asked.

This time, Brian answered.  "That's the most important part of
this involving other people in his lessons.  That's why we made
him invite you over."

"Boy, and I almost didn't come because I thought it was a trap. 
I'm sure glad I decided to chance it.  But aren't you worried
about getting into trouble?"

"Actually, it would have been more fun if you hadn't come over,
but this is working out okay" Melissa said.  "And as for trouble,
there's a judge in town who knows all about this, in fact it was
his idea.  The police know, and so do most of the parents on
around here.  My parents called everyone and told them.  Even
your mom knows, so you don't have to hide anything from her.  So
there won't be any reason to get into trouble, as long as we
follow the rules."

At this, Brad's heart lifted a little.  "So what are the rules,
and what happens if you don't follow them?"

"Don't worry about the rules, we know them, we'll follow them"
Brian answered.  "And we'll tell other people, like Matt here,
what they are so they don't get into trouble.  All you have to do
is what you're told."  Brian could see that Matt was eager to get
started, but he had another idea in mind.  "Melissa, why don't
you take Matt into the kitchen and let him know what he's allowed
to do?"

As Melissa led Matt away, Brian moved quickly.  He pushed his
brother over in front of the couch and looked around the room. 
Not seeing what he was looking for, he pulled off his shirt, and
used it to blindfold Brad.  Then he made sure a blank tape was in
the hidden VCR and turned on the nanny cam.  It hadn't been used
in years, and Brian was sure that Melissa didn't even know it
existed.  Taping this was a violation of the rules, but Brian was
sure he could get away with it.  Later, if he ever needed it, he
would have the tape to blackmail his brother.  He just got the
camera on the tape running as Matt and Melissa came back in to
the den.

"A blindfold?  What's that for?" she asked.

"Then he can't see it coming, it makes it worse."  Brian hoped
Brad didn't hear the tape starting up, because it was Brad who
first showed him the hidden camera and VCR.

Melissa shrugged her shoulders, the blindfold didn't make sense
to her, but she didn't care.  "Okay, Matt, he's all yours."

With his arms in the locks, Brian was an easy target.  Matt took
his time, learning from every swing how to get the loudest slap
he could.  Brads backside was starting to get hot, but Matt found
that the hard slaps hurt his hand.  He wished he could use a
paddle or something, but Melissa said that wasn't allowed, not
yet at least.  And Melissa told him what would happen if he
violated one of the rules he would be sharing Brad's punishment. 
That was enough to keep Matt from doing anything that wasn't
allowed, he sure didn't want to have to stand naked in front of
anyone, especially Melissa.

After about thirty slaps, Matt's hand was stinging too much to go
on.  But it was worth it to see the look of shame on Brads face
as a kid two years younger than himself spanked him.  And like
Melissa had told him, it was not through pain that the best
punishment would be awarded, but through embarrassment.

"Okay, I'm done," said Matt.  "Now I want to watch him beat off."

Brian pulled his shirt off of Brad's face, and guided him to the
couch where he knew the nanny cam would see everything.  Then he
unlocked the cuff on Brad's left hand.  "Okay, go to it."  He and
Melissa were pleased to see tears in their big brother's eyes.

"Do I really have to do this?" he asked.

"Every time you get a boner we can make you do it," his sister
answered.  She and Brian knew that wasn't the complete truth,
there were limits on how many times they could make him do it in
one day, but their parents said it was better if Brad didn't know
about most of the rules.

Unaccustomed to using his left hand, and having never done it in
front of an audience before, Brad had to bring his dick back to
hardness.  Then he began rubbing it, trying to establish a
rhythm.  But with the three younger kids giggling and making
comments, he had trouble concentrating.  Then he had an idea.

Arching his back, he grunted twice and moved his hand a little
quicker.  He lifted his legs slightly and adjusted his breathing
for a few seconds, then let go.  "Okay" he said, "I'm done."

"Bullshit!" said Brian.  "I've seen you at night when you thought
I was sleeping and I know you can cum.  You're faking it, and
that's the same as a lie to us.  Lying to us is very bad."

Brian left the den, but came back a few minutes later with a
short piece of leather about six inches long.  "Here Matt, now
you'll be able to use this."  Brian looked at Melissa and asked
her "Twenty strokes sound about right?"

With a devious grin, Melissa shook her head.  "No, I think
fifty."

"That's too many, and you know it.  We don't want to go too far,
do we?  How about twenty-five?"

"Thirty, and I get to give him the last five.  And he has to
stand still or they don't count."

Brian swung the strap across his arm, where it made a very loud
sound.  The skin immediately turned red, and Brian began to rub
it.  "Twenty from Matt, five from you, he has to count each one
and say 'thank you,' but if he moves it still counts."

Melissa caught the look from her brother's face and looked down. 
"Okay then, let's get on with it."

Brian ordered Brad to bend over the arm of the couch where Matt
could get a good swing.  The first one made a soft pop that
didn't hurt as much as Brad thought it would.  But he didn't
count it or say the thank you, and Melissa immediately jumped up
and said, "That one didn't count."

After the first one, Matt realized that the part of leather
closest to his hand had hit first, so on the second one he swung
a little to the side.  The leather made a much louder smack, and
Brad grunted, but remembered to count it out.  By the fifth hit,
Matt had learned how to make the end of the leather snap on
Brad's backside.  Each hit now rang out with a loud and
satisfying smack, a cry of pain from Brad, followed by a count
and the thanks.  By the twentieth hit, Brad was crying openly and
gasping for breath with each hit.

Matt handed the strap to Melissa, but Brian stepped between her
and Brad.  "No, not tonight.  You'll give him your five tomorrow
morning."  Speaking softly so that only she could hear he added,
"I think we went too far already if mom or dad sees this "

Melissa looked down at her sobbing brother and nodded her head,
recalling the penalty for overdoing any punishment.  She looked
back at Brian and said, "I almost forgot, embarrassment, not
pain.  You're right."  She walked over to her still sobbing
brother and tied the strap to his collar.  "Just so you remember,
you have five coming tomorrow.  And you should know, if you lie
to us again, we have longer straps that we are allowed to use." 
Then she grabbed her brother by the collar and pulled him over so
that he was again lying on his back.  "Now, we want to see you
beat off for real."

Brad's penis had shriveled up during the spanking, and he tried
to get it hard, but he had a lot on his mind.  First, the pain
from his backside was killing him, and he wished he could rub
that.  Then, there was the despair coming from knowing that his
brother and sister were not going to tell his parents even if did
everything right, they were having too much fun to give it up, so
he had to figure out another way to end his punishment.  Finally,
he knew the blindfold didn't make sense, and he had heard the
unmistakable sound of the VCR being started up.  Then his brother
lied to his sister, which meant that he was probably doing
something he wasn't allowed to do.  Brad could use this to his
advantage, but he had to wait for the right time.

But Brian interrupted Brad's thoughts.  "He's not even hard; we
can't give him all night.  I think he needs some encouragement. 
Matt, call your sister and invite her over here."

Brad nearly panicked.  Niccole was 15, and Brad had been in love
with her for two years.  But only from afar, he had never spoken
to her about it and she pretty much ignored him.  But to be seen
like this by her!  "No, please, I can do it" Brad blurted out. 
But his penis was already hardening.

"Why her?" asked Matt.  "What's she got to do with anything?"

"He likes her," answered Brian.  "He says her name sometimes when
he beats off at night."

"Oh, gross," said both Matt and Melissa, but Matt ran off to the
phone.

Brad was now furiously pumping away, hoping to cum before she got
here.  "You may as well slow down. . ." started Brian, but
Melissa grabbed his arm and stopped him from completing the
sentence.  But it didn't matter; Brad wasn't listening, as at
that moment he finally managed to cum in several great big
squirts.

Just then Matt came back and after seeing the cum on Brad's
stomach said, "Damn, I missed it."

"Don't worry" said Melissa, "We'll let him do it again for
Niccole."

"And more" added Brian, who was busy unhooking the chains on both
of Brad's wrists.  He finished just as the doorbell rang.  "Why
don't you go answer that?" he said to Brad.

Brad's hands immediately went over his groin.  "Like this?  You
want me to answer the door naked?"

"Yes, and don't cover yourself.  If you cover yourself again,
there will be a price to pay.  Open the door wide and invite
whoever is out there inside."

Brad slowly moved to the door, his penis growing hard again
already.  He opened the door fully and, after seeing the look on
Niccole's face, looked down at the ground.  "Would you please
come inside?"

Niccole was staring at Brad's midsection.  "What in the world are
you doing?" she asked as she stepped inside.

"Its okay" answered Matt.  "He's being punished.  He has to do
embarrassing things until he learns how to respect people.  Brian
and Melissa are in charge of him."

"This can't be real, how did you get him to do this?" she asked,
still starring at the very embarrassed boy in front of her.  As
she lowered her gaze back to his midsection, Brad automatically
covered his groin with his hands.

"Brad!  I told you not to cover up.  You aren't learning.  We
still have a lot of work to do with you.  Invite Niccole in and
ask her to have a seat.  I'll be right back."  Brian left the
room, but came back with another leather strap, this one about
nine inches in length.

"Brad, what happens if you tell a lie?" Brian asked, allowing him
to see the strap.

Brad stared at the floor.  "I get spanked" he said, his voice
barely a whisper.

"That's right.  Now be polite and look at our guests, stop
starring at the floor.  Do you masturbate?"

Melissa and Matt sat down on the couch next to Niccole.  Melissa
had new respect for Brian, she could see that this was by far the
most embarrassed Brad had been yet.

"Yes" answered Brad, who still couldn't look Niccole in the eye.

"I can't hear you, and I'm not going to remind you again to be
polite.  This can be over soon, or it can get a lot worse, it's
up to you.  Now, answer the question again, and tell us who you
think of when you masturbate."

Brad turned to look at Brian.  :"No, please, not this.  Please
don't do this to me."  Brad's penis was now jerking of its own
accord, with a long trail of pre-cum dripping off the end.  Brad
again covered himself up.

"You just don't learn, do you" Brian said.

Brad looked back at Matt, Melissa, and Niccole.  "I think of you
sometimes" he said, his voice shaky

Niccole had already guessed this, so she wasn't surprised.  But
she was obviously enjoying the show being put on for her benefit. 
"You said sometimes, who else turns you on?"

Brad shook his head and started to cover up, but remembered just
in time.  "Crystal Albury, Holly Powers, and sometimes Buffy,
from the TV show."  He didn't think his brother knew he had a
crush on Crystal too, but he wasn't sure, and he didn't plan on
giving Brian any reason to spank him in front of Niccole, so he
had to tell the truth when answering each question.  It dawned on
him that his brother had already figured this out, increasing his
misery.

"Crystal Albury and Holly Powers?  They're in your class, aren't
they?" asked Niccole with a sly smile.  When Brad nodded yes she
added, "I'll have to make sure to tell them."

"Oh, no, don't do that" Melissa said.  "We'll let Brad tell them
himself."

Everyone laughed out loud as Brad's entire face lit up red.

"So Brad, how long is your dick?"  Only a brother would think to
ask that question thought Brad.

Brad started to say "I don't know" but he stopped when Brian
jerked the strap.  "Last time I measured it was five and a
quarter inches long."

His audience roared with laughter at Brad's embarrassment, but
Brian wasn't done yet.  Pausing until the worst of the laughter
died away, he said "Now, Brad, tell her about your body."

Brad looked confused.  "I'm 5 foot 4 inches tall, I weigh  "

"No" Brian interrupted, "tell her interesting stuff.  When did
you start growing hair?"

The laughter started before Brad could even answer, but got worse
with his answer.  "Just this year, I, ah "

"And show her your muscles."

They were nearly rolling on the floor as Brad struck a pose.

"Where is the most ticklish spot on your body, and the most
sensitive?"  Brian had to yell the questions out over the
laughter, but he noticed that nobody was missing a single answer.

"Um, my feet.  No! I mean, my feet are ticklish, but so is here." 
Brad pointed next to his penis.  "And sensitive, is, I guess,
right here."  This time he pointed to the bottom of his penis
right behind the head.

Matt jumped up and began tickling Brad, who tried to cover up to
stop the attack.

"Brad, Hands Up!" Brian yelled.

Brad hesitated for a second, but then meekly raised his arms. 
This allowed Matt a free shot at tickling Brad, making him twist
and turn.  Everyone else was laughing so hard they couldn't
breathe.  Then Matt ran a fingernail under Brad's penis, and that
was all it took for Brad to shoot off, spraying some on Matt. 
Niccole found this too funny to believe.

"This is the funniest thing I've ever seen, I've got to share
this with somebody" she said while gasping for breath.

"That could be arranged," responded Brian.  He looked at his
brother, laying on his back on the rug with his unbound hands
along side his head.  "But it may have to be soon, for he is
learning, I didn't even have to chain his hands."

"You mean you chain him up too?"  Niccole was getting interested
again.

"Yeah, I'll show you in a minute.  But first, there's something
else to show you."  Brian walked over and got Brad's attention. 
"Time to show Niccole what she's been missing for the last six
months Brad."

Brad face pleaded for mercy, but Brian offered none. 
Reluctantly, Brad reached down, ad with another eager audience,
began beating off again.

Because he had just cum thanks to Matt's help, it took him a
while, every minute filled with total embarrassment.  Finally, he
spunked again.

Everyone cheered and laughed as Brian said "Hands Up."

Brad didn't want to, but he didn't dare to fail to comply with
his brother's order.  This time, Brian replaced the chains,
locking Brad's arms once again next to his neck.  Niccole came
over to have a look at the restraints, and couldn't resist a
little pull on his penis.  Then Brian looked at Matt and said,
"He needs a bath, can you take care of that Matt?"

Matt at first looked uninterested, until Brad also handed him a
key.  "We don't want him to slip, so you'll find some rings in
the ceiling you can chain his hand too so that he won't fall." 
With the key in hand, Matt lead Brad back to the bathroom.

As soon as they left, Niccole said, "That was cute, I really
enjoyed that.  But aren't you afraid of getting in trouble? 
Won't he tell?"

Brad explained the situation to her, along with the rules she
needed to know.  "You know, it would be good to see how well he
follows instructions from you and Matt tomorrow.  And if he
doesn't listen well, were you serious about sharing the
performance he put on tonight?"

Niccole was in heaven with the idea.  "Well, I'm having a slumber
party in two nights, just us girls.  I don't hang around with
seventh graders, but it would really be fun to invite Crystal or
Holly.  Are you serious, I could really make him do all that
stuff?  It would be so much fun."

"Sure.  Well, probably.  I'm going to tell my parents tomorrow
all the times that I had to tell him more than once to do
something, and I'm sure that he will get another 24 hours of
this, he will really hate taking orders from Matt tomorrow, so
and he'll probably screw that up too, so then he could still be
available for your party the next night.  So think about it, and
we'll send him over tomorrow to spend some time with you and
Matt."

Melissa didn't want to miss out on what could be a lot of fun. 
"Could I come too?" she asked.

"Well, I, I guess so.  Or maybe I could video tape it!"

"No, don't do that" both of them said.  "Don't take any pictures
at all.  If they get out, you'll be spending two days going
through what he is.  Remember the rules are very strict." 
Brian's face reddened as Melissa explained this, knowing that he
had taped everything that had gone on tonight   But Brian could
see Niccole really didn't want Melissa there, so he said "He's
your brother, he lives right here.  Have your own slumber party. 
But I want to see how bad our big brother is when we're not
around."

Melissa still didn't want to miss out on anything involving
embarrassing for her brother, but she also knew that at eleven
years old, she'd be very out of place at a fifteen year-old's
slumber party.  "Maybe Matt and I can do something with him
tomorrow."

"Oh, that will be great.  I'm sure he'll enjoy it.  Oh, and send
Matt home soon, would you?  It's almost nine.

Just then they heard Matt calling from the bathroom.  "Melissa,
you've got to come and see this, its soo cool!"

"Sounds like he's having a good time tonight too.  Thanks again
for inviting me over, this was the most fun I've ever had. 
Goodnight."

While they had been talking, Matt had taken his 'captive' into
the bathroom.  As soon as he saw the hooks that had been
installed in the ceiling, he knew what to do.  Making a big show
out having a key, he unlocked Brad's arms, and then told him to
reach for the ceiling.  Matt couldn't reach the hook behind Brad,
so he told Brad to lock himself in to it.

"Please, Matt, I'm sorry for what I did to you, I'll never do it
again, but can't I just take a shower by myself?"

"Na, this is too good to pass up."  Matt didn't wait for the
water to warm up.  The blast of cold water caused Brad to yell
out, but with his arms stretched out above his head, he couldn't
escape the cold spray.  

Meanwhile, Matt couldn't resist tickling Brad's most ticklish
spot.  "Come on, stop, please, OH! AH!" rang out though the
bathroom till Matt stopped to let Brad catch his breath.  Bored
with the tickling, Matt started running the tip of the sponge
across Brad's penis, watching it grow hard once again.  Then, he
tested out the spot that Brad had said was sensitive.  As soon as
he ran the sponge under Brad's penis, it jumped up and down, and
Brad again begged him to stop.  But after a few strokes, Brad
changed; asking Matt to please finish it.  Matt decided that if
Brad wanted him to do it, he would stop. 

By now the water had warmed up, and Matt lifted the hose to start
spraying Brad down.  As soon as he sprayed the water directly at
Brad's fully erect penis, it again jerked up and down.  This
again got Brad moaning, and then Brad starting arching his back
to push his penis closer to the spray.

Then Matt realized that it was like when Brad was beating off,
but with his hands bound up he couldn't.  So Matt would work
someplace else for a few minutes until Brad's penis started to go
down, then he would return the spray to his groin.  This would
again get Brad wanting to cum.  Matt then started playing with
the rings that changed the flow, and found the pulse with a
series of jet sprays caused the biggest reaction in Brad.  And
Matt realized that this was pure torture for Brad.

That was when he yelled for Melissa to come in.  Once she
arrived, he carefully showed her everything he had learned. 
Melissa became a very quick study, and between the two of them,
they soon had Brad reduced to begging for them to let him cum.

Meanwhile, Brian used the time to get the videotape out of the
machine.  The reminder to Niccole made him realize how dangerous
it was to have, and that he would probably never get a chance to
use it.  "But" he thought, "Never is a long time.  And as long as
nobody knows I have it, well what's to worry?"

But he was smart enough to not hide it in the room he shared with
Brad.  He kept thinking of different hiding places, but each
place he came up with he rejected because he was sure that either
Melissa, Brad, or one of his parents knew about it.  Then he
looked at the clock and realized his parents were due home soon. 
He went out into the garage, and went to the first place he
thought of the wheel well under the spare time in the van.

With the tape now hidden, Brian headed in to see what Matt and
Melissa were up to.  He looked into the bathroom and watched
Melissa turn the spray on Brad's dick.  Brad immediately moaned
and tried to get closer to the spray, saying "that's it, please,
just another second, now, ah, ah, shit, please put it back" as
they then moved the spray away.  Brian had only started beating
off that year himself, and he knew how intense the feeling was
just before he came, but one look at his brother and he knew this
had been going on for a long time.

"I'll tell them to let you finish yourself off if you promise to
go over to Matt's and Niccole's tomorrow and do what they tell
you so that Melissa and I can spend some time with our friends."

"Yes, please, I'll do anything, but I've got to cum."

Matt and Melissa wanted to keep this going longer, but Brian had
to be the bad guy and let his brother rest.  "You promise?  If
you don't, I'll let them punish you, just like what happened
tonight when you couldn't listen."

Melissa was directing the spray now so instead of hitting
directly on the head of Brad's penis it was hitting on the
bottom.  "Oh, god, no, please, not there, I'll do it, I promise."

Melissa moved the spray away just as it looked like Brad was
going to shoot.  Brian walked in and unlocked one of Brad's
hands.  Brad immediately grabbed his penis and started to pump,
taking only a second to shoot for the forth time in a little over
forty minutes.

"Okay, that's it for tonight" Brian said to Melissa and Matt, who
left the room excited about how much fun they were having.  "And
you get him tomorrow for yourself, but if you want I'll come
along to help" Melissa said as they were leaving.

"That would be cool, we'll have a great time" Matt answered as he
and Melissa headed out.

As Brian uncuffed Brad's other arm, Brad asked "How long are you
going to do this to me?  I'm sorry about what I did.  I never
meant to leave you naked, your boxers just sorta slipped off."

"They didn't 'just sorta slip off,' you YEAHNKED them off.  And
left me naked in a gym full of kids.  You are gonna pay for that
for as long as I can make you."

"Then maybe I should just fail out.  BBR doesn't sound so bad
after tonight."

"What, do you think I'm dumb enough to flunk you out?  You stop
doing things I tell you, or if I get bored with you, I'll just
leave you alone with Melissa and Matt.  Think about that for a
while.  Hands Up!"

Brad raised his hands again, allowing Brian to lock them to his
collar.  Brian didn't even dry him off; instead he just pulled
him into the bedroom and pushed him into bed, pulling the cover
over him.

"What if I need to go to the bathroom" Brad asked, not sure if he
was allowed to get up without permission.  He remembered a few
years ago when he and his brother shared a tent camping in the
woods and Brian had asked him the very same question.  He was
beginning to feel more like the little brother with every event.

"Then go" Brian answered.  "But if you do you had better be able
to cover yourself up again or you'll be cold."  With that, Brad
turned out the light and left the room.