Learning His Lesson Part 4 by Aldric Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved. pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com * * * * * This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. * * * * * Chapter 8 After they had eaten, Melissa told Brad to go to his room to get dressed in his school clothes. Matt and Sam wanted to know if they were allowed to get dressed yet, but Sara and Melissa told them they were to remain naked until noon the next day. "And we're going to play outside too" Sara told them. Both she and Melissa laughed at the frowns on the boys' faces. At just before seven o'clock, they all headed next door, where they could hear music playing. As they entered the back door, Sam's mother and sister were waiting in the kitchen. Sam immediately covered up and tried to hide behind Matt. "What are you doing here, and why'd you bring her?" he asked. His mother ordered him to step forward, and when he did she handed him a slip of paper. He kept his privates covered with one hand while he read the paper. "I don't get it, what is this?" he asked after reading it over. "It's a court order signed by Judge Eckerd, to teach you about your behavior. It says I can put this on you," she showed him a collar, "and that you will do what you are told until your sister says otherwise. Grace, go ahead and put it on him, would you?" Sam was horrified as his nine-year-old sister put the collar around his neck and latched it with a lock. Their mother then handed her two wrist straps. "One of the first things you need to learn is to raise your arms when told 'hands up.' I think you know this already, but I need to make sure you know that until you get used to doing the things you're supposed to do, you will be wearing the collar. Now, read the words at the bottom and sign the form." Sam read out loud "Grace, I submit to your control and will follow all of your instructions immediately, completely, and politely." His sister then said "Hands Up." Sam stood there mortified, still covering himself. "I wouldn't make her repeat it if I were you young man" his mother said. Slowly, Sam raised his arms and allowed his sister to lock them to his neck. Sam's mother handed a key to Melissa. "I hope he and Matt have some chance for fun tonight, because I don't think he's going to have any for a while, but I hear from your mother that you are getting good at this, so I'll leave him with you. Grace will be here tomorrow morning to take him home. Is that okay Doris?" she asked to Matt's mother, who had just entered the kitchen. "Oh, yes, he'll be fine here. Tom and I are going out, and Niccole was going to let the kids play next door until its time for them to go bed, and Tom and I will be home by then, so it's no trouble at all." She looked at Matt, who already knew what was coming. "And this letter is for you, but it says the same thing Sam's letter said. Since you didn't get yourself into as much trouble as Sam, you only wear yours for 24 hours, unless I get bad reports about you. Melissa, Sara, Grace, would you mind putting these on him?" she asked, handing two wrist straps and a collar to the girls, who gladly accepted them. When they were done with Matt, Sam's mother and sister started to say their goodbyes when Grace pointed at Sam's groin. "Mommy, his thing is hard." Sam tried his best to lower his arms, but found how helpless he was. He then tried to hide his erection between his legs. "Why, yes it is dear" his mother said. "Sam, stand straight up!" "Part of him already is" said Melissa, and all the girls had a good laugh. "Matt's thing is getting hard too. Can I do what you told me, and make them muster bate?" Grace asked. "The word is 'masturbate' Grace, but yes, you can. Just undo one arm and tell him to do it." Matt's mother followed suit. "You can tell Matt to join him if you want to Grace." Grace gleefully unlocked one arm on each of the boys and told them get started. Matt and Sam looked at each other for support, then to the smiling face of Grace, who was staring intently at their dicks, and then to their mothers, hoping this was just a bad dream. "This is the last time I'm going to warn you to not make Grace repeat herself" Sam's mother said. Having watched Brad be forced to do the same thing for their enjoyment, the boys now knew what it felt like. They both started rubbing a hand along their shaft, but because of inexperience and nervousness, they weren't getting much. After a few minutes Grace said, "Is that all there is to it? I thought it would be different." "Well honey" her mother started, "maybe he doesn't know how yet. I guess we can teach him tomorrow, but we have to get going home." Melissa, who was now an old hand at this form of humiliation, said to Grace "They just aren't doing a very good job of it. We promise to make them learn, and if Sam gets hard tomorrow, when you ask him to do it next time he will do a lot better. Then you call me, and I'll tell you if he did it right so that you'll know in the future, because sometimes boys try to fake it." She looked at Brad as she said it, happy to see him blush. The boys were thoroughly embarrassed by Melissa's statement, and Sam was dreading going home where he would have to be under his sister's control all day, just like Brad was. Sam's mother and sister said goodbye again and left, and Mr. and Mrs. Kirby got ready to leave next. "Niccole, we trust you, but I asked the Judge if there were any age or gender restrictions, and he assured me there are none, so I trust that you can keep it within the rules? "Yes, mom," answer Niccole. "Matt is the one who can't follow rules, not me. Besides, there is no way I would allow temptation to cause me to do something that would give that little dweeb a chance to put a collar on me!" As soon as her parents left, Niccole said, "Okay, "let's go meet my friends." Melissa locked Sam and Matt's free arm to the collar again, and then handed Niccole a key. Here, I assume you'll want this for Brad. It used to belong to Matt, but he doesn't deserve it anymore." Matt's face sunk even lower towards his chest, the key to Brad's locks had been his favorite gift. Matt and Sam had to be pushed into the den, where they could hear the sounds of girls giggling. Even though he was fully dressed, Brad was reluctant to enter the room, knowing that his clothes were not going to stay on for long. He knew he was to be the focal point for the party. After overhearing Melissa and Niccole discussing a party earlier in the evening, Brad had assumed the worse, but as he entered the room he nearly panicked and ran. Right in the center of a group of eleven girls were two girls from his class, Crystal Albury and Holly Powers, and Brad had a crush on both of them. And then he remembered the first night when Niccole had been invited over to watch his humiliation, Brad had asked him whom he thought of when he beat off, and he had told. Now there were here, and he had the feeling they were going to find out things about him he really didn't want them to know. Matt and Sam were introduced, and the girls invited to "get a good look at them or see if they are ticklish anywhere." Then Brad was asked to introduce himself. One of the girls asked him why he was wearing a dog collar with chains and locks on it. "So that people can lock my arms up like they are," he answered, pointing to Matt and Sam. "I know that, what I mean is, why is it done?" Brad looked confused, and Niccole asked the girl "Do you mean what crimes did Brad commit that led to his wearing of the collar?" "Yes, that's part of it. And why do you allow it? I mean, I've got a brother at home that I'd like to chain up, how can I get away with it?" Niccole explained the court order, and told Sam and Matt to go get their orders signed by the Judge. "But I think Brad should lay out all of the crimes that brought him to this punishment." So, with a lot of stalling, Brad discussed his behavior as a bully, how he depantsed Matt, and the denuding of Brian in the gym. Then Niccole got the party started. "I've explained some of the limits and rules to you, and I remind you that they are enforced very strictly. But just as an icebreaker, I've prepared some questions for each of you to ask. What will happen is I'll call on each of you in turn, and you ask the question on the card. Brad will answer truthfully, at least he'd better." "Just to get us started, I'm going to let Brad ask the first question for Matt. Hopefully he will answer truthfully as well. She handed Brad a 3x5 card and he read from it. "How many times did I . . ." Brad paused and looked at Niccole before continuing "beat off today?" All of the girls giggled loudly at this. Matt thought for a second, and then shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I wasn't keeping count." "But Matt, you have to" insisted Melissa, "it's in the rules. How could you not know? We'll have to work on your memory tonight too." Everyone laughed, and then Niccole handed a card to Sara. "Here, this is one for Sam." Sara, thinking there might be an embarrassing trap for her in the question like happened to Brad, read the card all the way before saying anything out loud. Then with a wicked smile, she asked "Other than your sister, is there someone you really, really, wouldn't want to find out about your punishment?" Sam wasn't even thinking trap, he answered as soon as Sara finished. "Yeah, my cousin Ali Trolance. I call her Ali the Troll." Sara looked back at Niccole and asked, "Can I keep this card?" "Sure," answered Niccole, "Here's a pencil if you'd like to take notes on it. Melissa, here is one for you to ask Matt." "If I were to invite some of your friends over for a party tomorrow, who would you beg me to NOT invite?" Unlike Sam, Matt knew he was screwed right away. His sister was always tricking him anyways. "Dean. And I guess Ashley too." Niccole hadn't even thought he might say them, and explained "Well, that's safe; they will never be invited over here. Of the people Melissa might invite over, who would you beg not to be included?" "David Mann." Melissa knew him, and thought Matt like him. 'Why not him?" "Because he'd tell everyone at school everything I said and everything that was done to me." Melissa was enjoying this, so she pressed on "Who else?" Matt now understood why Brad hated these questions so much, they were too unfair. Lie and you get punished, tell the truth and you get embarrassed even worse. "Lisa Brown." "You mean the Lisa on our soccer team?" Matt nodded yes. 'Why her?" From the way he was staring at the floor, you'd have thought Matt had developed a sudden interest in the color. Finally, he softly answered "Last month at the victory party she was sitting on the swings with Toby Miller. I came up behind her and started to push her a little, but then I untied the top to her bikini and pushed her harder. The top flew off." A group "ahh" came from the girls. "She never said anything to me about that" Melissa said. Niccole gave another card to Melissa. "This one is for poor Sam there." "Tell us something you hope your best friends would never find out." By now, Sam knew that everything he said was going to be used against him, but he had told this to Matt one time and guessed that Matt must have let it slip to his Niccole, so telling a lie wouldn't work. "I cheated at cards." Sara looked at him with a frown. "That's it? You cheated? There must be more, spill it." Sam now had a very great interest in the carpet too. "We were playing strip poker for dares," he said. "And what dares did your friends have to do because you cheated?" "Bobby Gross had to dance naked in front of his sister and four of her friends, and Dan had to wear his brother's bathing suit to the pool and dive in." Everyone looked on, trying to figure out why this was a dare. "His brother is bigger than him, and Dan had to let the suit slip off. And Peter still has to do his dare, he has to tell a girl in our class that he loves to be tied up and tickled, and ask if she and some friends will do that." "That doesn't seem so bad, what part did you leave out?" "He can't wear anything except the speedo that fit him two years ago" Sam answered, almost in a whisper. "Okay, one more question for Matt, then its time for these guys to go next door and leave us to our party." Niccole handed a card to Sara. "Matt, why do you spend so much time in the den just before bed time?" "Oh shit!" Matt said, and everyone, even Melissa, laughed, knowing this was going to hurt him. "I can see into Melissa's room from that window." A loud yell went up from the girls, followed by several statements indicating how screwed he was. Sara continued the questioning. "And have you ever seen anything interesting?" she asked, but Melissa hurried over and put her hand across his mouth. "Don't you dare answer that here!" she stated, again causing loud laughter. Then Melissa and Sara took them back to Melissa's house, leaving Brad the lone boy with twelve girls. Okay Brad, I know you're nervous about this, so to get started, I don't have a question for you. All I want to do is act out something. I want you to pretend that this is your bedroom, and you just got home from school, and you know that Brian won't be home for a while. Just do what happens at home." "How could she know?" wondered Brad silently, not even sure if she did know. "Maybe she's just fishing, hoping I'll do something else," he thought. But everyone was waiting for him to do something. And there was that time when he was home alone and didn't close the door, he remembered he thought he heard something, but didn't see anybody. Could Melissa or Brian have been home? Damn, this was unfair, not knowing if they knew the truth or not. But, he figured, he was going to have to do it before the night was over anyway, so it may as well be now. What he had started doing when he had the room or the house to himself was stripping his clothes off as he came in the front door, ending up completely naked on his bed thinking about the two girls who were now right in front of him watching, Crystal and Holly. And those thoughts made him hard, and he had learned well over a year ago how to deal with a boner. So he enacted it her for the girls, taking off his clothes as fast as possible, with a lot of encouragement from the girls. Once naked, he got himself hard, and began pumping away, reaching climax quickly. After the degrading performance and the cheers from the girls quieted down, Niccole started the questions. "Why are Crystal and Holly Here?" "Because of what I said." "Which was . . .?" "That I think about them. When I'm doing it." Crystal jumped up and hit him with a pillow. "Ouu, you little pervert!" Then the next question, "How big is your thing?" Fortunately, Brad had answered that question truthfully the other night, or else he wouldn't have any idea of what answer he had given. "Five and a quarter inches" he stated. The girls all wanted to measure, and in the process Brad got much harder than he had been. "You had hair yesterday, what happened?" Brad explained how his morning went, and being shaved. "Bet you're glad we're out of school so that it has time to grow back," Holly said. "I would be" Brad answered "but I'm not allowed to grow any this year. I have to keep it shaved off until next year." "But how will they know?" one of the other girls asked. "Because I promised I'd show them anytime they asked." Crystal jumped up to get a good feel around Brad's dick and balls. He raised his hands to stop her, but one look from Niccole made him lower his arms again. "Make that same promise to me too" she said. "And you'd better be just as smooth if I check as you are now." Brad promised, and then had to make the same promise to Holly. "And you'd better believe I'm going to check" she stated. Niccole asked another question. "Have you ever said you would put another boy's penis in your mouth?" Brad turned bright red as the girls yelled "Oh, gross." "But it wasn't like that, you know, you're just making me sound like a perv" Brad stated. "You ARE a perv," Crystal said. Niccole was laughing at him. "But did you say it? Yes or no?" "Yes, but . . ." Niccole asked the next question before he could finish. "What do worms taste like?" Brad was getting angry; these questions were going into events that violated the rules. "I didn't taste it, I just swallowed it down." His anger showed in the way he answered the question. One of the girls asked through her laughter "God, how old were you?" Without thinking, Brad answered "Thirteen." "You mean this happened this year! I can see you're not going to get many dates next year!" The girls, although acting grossed out, all wanted to know how it was that Brad ate a worm, so he related part of what he had endured in the garage that afternoon. When he mentioned the name 'Dean,' the girl who had mentioned she had a brother she would like to send to this punishment said, "That's my brother's name." Niccole asked, "Does he hang out with a girl named Ashley?" "Yeah, too much. She's a pig too. My parents don't know what to do with him, no matter how bad they punish him, he keeps getting worse." Nicole then explained more of the program, ending with "Tell your parents to contact Brad's parents. I'll tell Brad's parents some of what they did to him, and they can contact the Judge. Who knows, maybe you'll get your wish." "I sure hope so; just doing stuff like this to him would make my year." Then she asked Brad a serious question. "Why are you in the program? Does it work, I mean, is there hope my brother can really become nearly human again?" Brad explained that he also kept getting punished, but then would use the anger the punishment caused to go out and do something even more stupid. "I guess it's a good program, I certainly can't wait till I'm done. And I think I'm getting a lot better, but I still have to learn to control my anger, like today, I was mad at Dean and Ashley, and because I was pissed at them I deliberately scared Sammy. And just now, I was mad at Niccole for making me talk about what happened today." Niccole said, "He really is better. He does what he's told now without arguing. It's amazing how much change there has been in such a short time. But the real test will be once the collar comes off. I'll keep you posted on that." "Once this collar comes off, I'm going to do whatever I can to keep it off" Brad said. "Especially as school gets closer. I couldn't imagine going to school wearing this. It's going to be bad enough that some kids will know I went through this." The next question came from one of the girls in the back. "What's the most embarrassing part? What do you hate the most?" Brad thought for a minute. "Standing here, with a boner, is really bad, but telling the truth to these questions, that's the worse. Especially since I don't know when somebody knows the real answer, so I am forced to admit to things that I normally would never admit too." Another girl caught on to this and asked, "So, what can we make you do that you really hate? What are the worse three things we can do to you? I mean, maybe if we do those things we can help you learn to control your anger." The look on Brad's face said it all, but Brad answered, "I don't like the chains, they make me feel like a little child and I can't defend myself. And I don't like being tricked, which is kind of what these questions are. And I don't like having to beat off just because I'm hard, but the worse has been when people get me hard but don't let me finish, they just keep me hard. That's definitely the worse." "So how many times a day does a boy play with himself?" "I don't know, some times three or fours, some days just once." "What's your record?" asked another girl. "Today, but I lost count long ago. I've never cum so much in my life." "How long can you go without playing with yourself?" "Please, please, please don't make me find out. Please, just don't, I know that if you made me do that I would fail." Brad actually began to shake. "Oh, god, please don't do that, at least not for more than a day." "Hey Carlieen, there's something you can do to your brother, find out how long he can go" said one of the girls to the Dean's sister. "You know, if my parents agree to try this, I might just have to find out. You know, experiment a little. Tell me Brad, just how bad can it be?" "Please, again, don't use me to practice on." "Okay, I promise not to, but tell me what you think, how should I do it? How long do you think he could last?" Brad looked very relieved to hear they wouldn't do that to him. "I don't know, if you just kept him from doing it, I think I could last a week, maybe. But if you kept talking about sex, maybe have some girls over that show a little skin, or some playboys, anything like that where he can't relieve himself, and he won't last 24 hours. Matt and Melissa did it to me with the shower nozzle and I couldn't take it for five minutes, I was begging them. My brother came in a saved me." "I know this is one of the things you hate, but I have to see how this works. Let's go up to the shower and try it out," she said, and all the girls immediately agreed. "Wait" said Niccole, making Brad think she was going to save him. "We'll be too crowded in the bath room, lets do it in the garage where's there is more room." Brad's heart sank as the girls literally dragged him to the garage. Then, just to make it worse, one of them suggested opening the garage door, and three of the girls raced to the control to run the door up, letting anyone from outside see him. "Show us how its done, or I'll have to get Melissa to help" Niccole said, turning on the hose and setting the spray so it wouldn't hurt. "You point the spray right at the head. Or, my sister did it to the bottom of my dick, that was even WHOOA!" he yelled as the water was directed at the bottom of his dick. Without thinking, he reached down and began beating off. "Oh no you don't" said Niccole as other girls grabbed his hand. "Hands up!" Brad reluctantly raised his arms and allowed Niccole to lock them in. Then they hit him with the spray, on for ten seconds, off for three, on for fifteen, off for five, without establishing a pattern that Brad could adjust to. After just a minute, he was moving his hips into the spray, trying to use the feeling of it rushing across his head to get off, but just when he thought he would, they moved the spray. After five minutes, he began to beg them to stop, but some of the girls suggested he might be faking. They continued. In ten minutes, he was on his knees, flailing his arms around in an attempt to get them free. By fifteen, he was down to just whimpering. "I think I've seen enough here" one of the girls said. As Niccole put away the water, another girl asked, "You're not going to undo his arms, are you?" "No, not yet. Let's try and keep him hard inside for a while." Brad begged, moaned, and pleaded, but the girls keep him hard, rubbing his dick every few minutes for just enough strokes to get him to the edge of cumming but not letting him get off. Then Brad started offering deals, telling them he would do anything, even promising at one point to run naked through the halls on the first day of school. "You promise you would do that?" Crystal asked. When Brad didn't answer right away, she took her turn sliding her hand along his penis. "Ahh, okay, yes, I promise. I will run naked through the halls on the first day of school!" With a nod from Crystal, Niccole undid Brad's arms. As soon as his right hand was free, he grabbed hold and rubbed himself to satisfaction, shooting a big gob of cum onto his belly. Once he was done, he looked at Crystal and asked "Do I really have to run naked through the halls?" "You promised you would, didn't you?" "I'll get suspended," he said. Holly agreed that he would, and they that wasn't fair. "But I have an idea. Instead of streaking the school, next year our class takes a field trip to Washington. The motel we stay at has a sauna. On the night I tell you, you will use that sauna. I'll make sure some kids from another school tell you that it's a guy's sauna and that everyone should be naked. You will act like you believe them, and once you remove your suit; they will take it and leave you with nothing but a towel. And once the word spreads I'm sure I can trust some eighth grade boys to relieve you of the towel. Then you're just gullible and stupid, but you don't get suspended. In fact, the teachers probably will never know it happened. I'll leave it to you to figure out how to back into your room, but you'd better be real nice to your roommates on that trip. Is that better?" Brad was screwed, and he knew it. He wasn't sure what would happen if he failed to keep his promises, but in case it was 'one of the rules' he decided this was a lot better than getting kicked out of school. "Yeah, I don't like it, but I promise. On the night you tell me, if anyone tries to convince me that the sauna is a naked-only men's sauna, I'll believe them." Soon after that, it was time for Brad to go home. For being such a good sport, Niccole even let him get dressed again. Chapter 9 Next morning, Brad's mother woke him and told him to come down for breakfast because they had to leave soon. Brad asked his mom if there was anything she could tell him about what was about to happen to him, and she surprised him by telling him some. "The correctional program you are enrolled in actually started last year in Bayview. They have a facility there for kids that just don't seem to be getting the message, or for kids that have done something bad enough to deserve extra punishment. They call it the APA, or Additional Punishment Area. Until they build an APA here, that is the closest place, so that's where I'm taking you today. I really don't know what they do, but I was assured that they have very strict rules and a lot of monitors, and that it is still the same basic program, humiliation, not pain. They do allow some spanking, but even that is protected. They normally request a sibling be the 'guardian' but I could stay if I wanted. I had to choose between Brian and Melissa, and thought you'd be better off with Brian, so he will be with you until I come to pick you up." "So I'll be there all day, till you get off work?" "It could be later. For kids your age, they do offer a program that runs into the night." That news was bad enough, but when it came time to leave, Brad was told that all offenders must arrive and leave naked. Not even shoes are allowed. "I have to ride all the way to Bayview naked?" "Actually, it's not as bad as you think. We're taking the van, and I'm going to let you sit in the back if you want." Brad was grateful for that. "Yeah, thanks mom, I really want the back this trip. Brian can ride shotgun." "Just so you know, if he says he wants you to ride up front, I'm not going to override him. But I won't bring it up." When they got to the Brian's best friend's house, they sat in the driveway for a few minutes, but nobody came out. "Come on Brad, we have to go wake them or I'll be late for work." "But mom!" Brad began, but then stopped. "Sorry, I'm just nervous. And Sam has sisters" he said as he got out of the van. As soon as they got to the steps, Sam's 13-year-old sister answered the door. "Brian's almost ready, he said to come on in and wait." She took a good look at Brad's nakedness, and Brad was sure this was staged. Sure enough, when they stepped inside, Tom and Brian were sitting there on the couch, and Tom's 11-year- old sister on a chair. She jumped up and ran over to Brad, getting a good look at him. 'Hands up" she said, and Brad raised them without even thinking about it. "This is really cool. I wish we could enroll Tom in this thing" she said. Mrs. Weslo gave Brian a stern look and said; "let's go" and everyone followed them out. As Brad opened the back door, Brian said, "you always want to sit up front, so go ahead and ride there today." Brad started wondering how much worse it could get when the older sister leaned in the doorway and said "Look Deb, he's getting hard. Tell him he has to rub it now.' She leaned out and let her sister see. "Sorry girls, but I have to hurry" Brads mom said as she started up the van, but Brian added "But he still has to beat off since she told him to." Without arguing, Brad, who was especially embarrassed about having to beat off with his mother watching, began to stroke his penis. Just as his mother put the van in reverse, Brian said, "Wait a second" and took off his seat belt and opened the door. "What are you doing?" his mother asked, but Brian was already out of the van. This allowed the two girls to stand and watch as Brad beat off for them. "Hurry up and finish dear" his mother said. "I can see him standing inside. He's waiting for a signal from them before he comes back out." "But can't you just make him come out?" Brad asked. "Yes, but then you have to come in too. I can't leave you with somebody who hasn't been told the rules." Brad moaned, feeling both terribly ashamed and angry, but he was able to keep his anger in check. When he finally climaxed, the girls cheered and just like his mother said, Brian came out of the house carrying his second over-night bag. "Sorry mom," he said as he got in the van, "I forgot this." As they pulled out on the street, Mrs. Weslo looked at Brian in the mirror and said, "That was especially cruel Brian. You know I have no choice but to take him where we're going today. All I can say young man is that you had better watch your behavior very close so that you never end up with a collar around your neck. Because I won't do anything to protect you from Brad, just like I didn't protect him from you." "Yeah, I know, but I couldn't resist. Besides, I'm not the one who goes around bullying other kids, Brad is. I won't give you any reason for putting a collar on me." Brian was quiet for a few minutes, and then asked, "What is this place we're going to anyway? Anything you can tell me in front of Brad?" His mother explained everything she had told Brad earlier that morning. "You mean I have to spend the whole day standing around watch him?" Brian asked. "Can't we just drop him off so that I could spend the day doing something fun?" The look he got from his mother made him rethink his tone. "No, we aren't going to 'just drop him off' so that you can have fun. They require a guardian, and I choose you instead of Melissa. I can see that I clearly made the wrong choice." Brian was wishing he had gotten more sleep last night, but he had spent the whole night telling Tom and his sisters about what had been happening to Brad. "I'm sorry mom, I'll watch him." With that, he pulled a pillow out of his bag and leaned against the window to try and catch up on his sleep. Brad, who also didn't get much sleep the night before because of the fear of what might happen, was more concerned about who could see him ridding naked through town. But at this time of the morning, only adults were about and none of them paid any attention to him at all. The arrived at 8:30, and Brad thought it looked like a circus, with big tents set up in different areas. He didn't see many kids, just a couple being led in by other kids who were fully dressed. There was a big sign that said "APA Visitor Entrance" and another that said "Staff, Guardians, and Violators." Brad and Brian stepped out, and their mother gave Brian an envelope. "Looks like you go in over there" she said, pointing at the second sign. Seeing the look on Brad's face, she said "Hang in there Brad, you will get though this. I'll be back after work." Brad watched her drive away until Brian touched him on the shoulder. "Sorry about his morning. Come on, let's get this over with." The boys entered the indicated area. Once inside, there was another sign that read "You must be 12 or older to be a professional, those younger than 12 can only be observers and escorts." Brad pointed it out to Brian and asked what it meant. "I have no idea. Honest, mom didn't tell me anything about this place." They approached a desk that had a man in his 30's sitting behind it. "I see you have the admission sheet there young man, could I have it please?" he asked. Brian handed him the envelope and he read it for a few seconds, and then looked up at Brad. "It says here you accused your brother of a series rule violation but without any proof. Is this true?" Brad answered truthfully. "Is this the brother?" Again, Brad indicated yes. "I don't know if it matters" Brian said "but he didn't say it to get me in trouble, he really believed I did something." The man shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, that's nice of you to say that, but it really doesn't change anything. What happens to him here is mostly up to the two of you," he said, "you," pointing at Brad, "by your actions, and you by command. I see here that you're not from Bayview. Is this your first time here? Both boys nodded yes, and he continued. This form says your mother has left decision on his treatment up to you. From what you just told me, I recommend you start him in area 1, which is our viewing area. When he's in there, no one is allowed to touch him, and you don't have to stay with him constantly, but you do have to check back in with the observer every half an hour. This allows you to roam about and check the place out. Area 1 is the only place you can leave him alone. Everywhere else either you have to be with him or you have to hire an escort" "An escort?" asked Brian. "What is that?" "Kids work here and the younger ones are limited to monitors and escorts. Monitors are paid out of admissions, escorts are hired. It costs a dollar to have an escort take him to Area 1, or ten dollars per half hour for you to have an escort stay with him outside of Area 1." "Area 2 is our most popular area, at least for the visitors. There's a karaoke machine there and offenders have to sing and dance for the audience." Brian knew that Brad was very ashamed of his voice, and didn't know how to dance, so he knew this would be a place for him to send Brad. "Area 3 is a little harsher; visitors are allowed physical contact with him, but only after getting permission from you. You can direct where and how long they touch him. Of course, none of the touching is allowed to result in any pain. The quickest way for you to join him is to break a rule here, do you understand that?" "Yes, I understand the instruction, but I don't understand who the visitors are?" "We charge admission, open to the public. Family members are allowed in free, but we get a lot of kids too. Seems like once a week someone goes too far and changes from visitor status to violator status, so watch out for it, and don't hesitate to report it. And visitors are not allowed to bring cameras in. Other than that, what ever you allow a visitor to do in area 3 is up to you, as long as it doesn't hurt him." "Then there is area 4. "This is our punishment area for offenders needing more punishment and people who get into trouble while they are here. Visitors are not allowed inside, but can sit in bleachers outside and watch the action on a very large video screen." "What happens there?" Brian asked. "They experience constant stimulation designed to cause repeated orgasms. You can send him there, but the number of times a guardian can send an offender is limited by the offender's age. If you send him too often they will reject him, and you could face disciplinary action yourself, so be warned. Like I said, this is primarily a place to send people who aren't punished enough just being here and need additional punishment." An escort or monitor can send him there as well." "Then there is area 5. This is a special area where we rent cameras to visitor and they are allowed to take pictures." Brad interrupted him. "I though taking pictures was not allowed in the program?" "But this is APA, Additional Punishment Area. Most of the people here are family members who want to put a picture of a violator on the mantle to help remind them this place exists. See, in area 5 we have professional staffers, who are actually kids just like you, who have been trained in giving spankings that are designed to humiliate, not harm. They hurt, but it is controlled". He glanced at the form. "Yes, I see your mother checked the box for a picture, so you send him there when ever you want." "So it's just family in there?" asked Brad. "No, anybody can go to a guardian and request they be allowed to take a picture. If you allow it, they rent the camera, or they hire a PS, Professional Spanker, or both. Your guardian gets to inspect each picture they take and reject any they don't think are appropriate. It costs $3.00 per picture plus the cost of development, so not a lot of kids leave here with pictures. But they do like to hire a PS to give a spanking. The PS's charge $1 per minute." "You mean they get to keep the money?" Brian asked with rising excitement. "How does somebody become a PS?" "Easy, just attend a class. It requires two people, but there is a boy here waiting to have a class this morning, so we can pair you up with him. But for the final exam you give each other bare-bottom spankings, so if you don't want to get spanked, then don't attend." He saw Brian looking at the area marked Area 4 and added, "For the class, it's just you and your partner. But today, the instructor is a female. If you're interested, after you get him into Area 1 come back here and I'll get it started. You get to keep all the money you earn." After a last few instructions, Brian was given an arm patch with the number 18 on it, then a man took a stencil and used black paint to put an 18 on Brad's back and each arm. "Just check in with the monitor and you can leave him in area 1." The monitor was a boy of about 10 who sat behind a television. Brad couldn't see what was on the screen. The boy told Brian that he had to check in every half hour, and that while he was gone, if additional punishment was needed, they had the right to order it without waiting for consent. "That's why it's important not to be gone too long." "Aw, it'll be okay. He's trained really well and won't cause any trouble." Brad's ears burned with his brother's choice of words. As Brian ran off to his Professional Spanker class, the boy took Brad inside a glassed-in circular area. There were five girls between 8 and 13, and two of them had their arms bound to their collars. Twelve boys, aged 8 to about 15 were also in there, and Brad noticed that about half of them had their arms bound. He was glad he wasn't one of them. Looking outside, he saw that only a few people were wandering about, mostly family groups. One group of about 20 kids, all roughly the same age, about 10, were being led in by two women. Brad had not had any opportunity to ever examine a naked girl up close, and moved over to look at one about his age who had her arms bound. But he felt his dick begin to harden and decided to move away. As kids pushed up against the glass to get a good look without a reflection, Brad backed away. He had been in Area 1 for about half an hour before Brian returned. Brian now had a second patch on his arm that showed he was a "PS." "The other boy failed his final exam, so I'm the only boy here right now who's trained" he said with excitement "and already I have 2 kids to spank. A boy standing behind Brian pointed at a girl who was at least 14 and said "that's my sister there, let's go." With a wink at Brad, Brian followed them out. Brian had been gone about 15 minutes, and Brad was getting bored. His penis was slightly erect, and he covered it up without even being aware that he had done so. Then, he heard a boy's voice over a loudspeaker say "Number 18, Number 18; first warning." Brad had forgot all about the numbers painted on his body, and was trying to figure out what he could do to the time in here all day. "Number 18, number 18, second warning" came after a few minutes. The girl who Brad had gone to check out when he first came in came over and said "after the third warning it's a mandatory trip to area 3. Brad looked at her with a confused look on his face. "You're covering up. I don't think that's allowed here, that's why they keep calling your number." But Brad was distracted by her developing breasts and the hair on her groin, and could feel his dick getting harder, so he was slow to move his hands. "Number 18, third warning. Will an escort please come to area 1?" was heard over the speaker. Now Brad understood and immediately uncovered. When nothing happened for about five minutes, he felt relieved. Brian returned along with the girl he had left with, who now had tears in her eyes. Brian's pants were tented out, showing that he had an erection. "What did you do while I was gone?" he asked. "Now I have to take you to area 4." Brad tried to explain that nobody told him the rules, but Brian wasn't listening and hurried him over to area 4. Once inside, they saw three beds and a girl of about 15. "Lay down over there" she said to Brad, pointing at one of the beds. Brad lay down, and she immediately began to strap him down so that he couldn't move. Then she pulled a TV camera over to above his knees and pointed it at his crotch. "What's that for" Brad asked, getting nervous. "Everyone likes to get a good view, and this gives it to them" she said, flicking on a switch. As soon as it warmed up, Brad could see a billboard-sized image of his groin come up outside the tent. The seating area in front of the monitor immediately began filling up with people, most of whom were kids. "How old are you?" she asked Brad. "Thirteen" he said with a shaky voice. The girl looked at Brian and said, "he's here for mandatory punishment time, which for his age is 8 minutes. However, you can make it longer if you want, up to a maximum of 15 minutes. Also, since this is a mandatory trip, it doesn't count for the limits, so you can still send him here later if you want." "Go ahead and make it 12 minutes," Brian told her. She poured some hand lotion on his dick and then set a timer for 12 minutes, and started manipulating Brad's penis. "I start the timer when you get hard. If you go soft, I stop it until you are hard again. If I forget to start the timer, you need to remind me or it doesn't count." She moved the timer so that it was displayed on the monitor so that everyone watching on the giant screen knew how long he had. While she was talking to him, she felt his dick get fully hard and slowly started running her hands along his shaft. Within a few seconds, Brad noticed she had established a regular rhythm with her hand, and then he felt himself getting ready to cum. Then he saw the timer, still setting there at 12. As he shot his load, he told her about the timer. In a flat voice she said, "Oops, I forgot. Sorry about that." Then she proceeded to get him hard again. This time, Brad paid more attention, and she got the timer going just as she began the constant sliding of her hand up and down his shaft. He shot again, and then she started over. Brad had to remind her of the timer each time, but when it got down to six minutes, he was exhausted and was taking longer and longer each time to shoot. He looked over at Brian and said "Come on Brian, you didn't have to go for extra time, please tell her to set it back to 8 minutes total." As soon as he said that, she picked up the timer and added a minute to it. "No begging or pleading for mercy" she said, and started on him again. "Serves you right Brad," Brian said. "I could be over there making money right now if you hadn't gotten into trouble." "You're a PS?" the girl asked Brian, looking at his arm patch. "Yeah, and I've got a client waiting for me. I made $10 on the last one." "You should do this too. It doesn't pay anything, but it's a lot more fun. And when there are two of us, we sometimes make bets, just to make it more interesting." Just then Brad came again, and the timer was done to 5 minutes. "I made him cum 6 times in seven minutes; I'll bet you a dollar I can make him cum three more times before the time runs out." "You're on!" Brian said. Brad couldn't believe his brother was doing this to him. While she worked on him, Brian asked, "You said I should do this too, what do I need to do to learn how?" "It's easy. There's a girl right after him, I'll show you how to do everything. Then all you have to do is practice." Brad stiffened, and then shot again. "You mean I get to do this to a girl!" Brian asked with obvious enthusiasm. "Of course. But if you're the only one here, you have to do the boys too. Think you can do that?" "Sure, I guess." The time was down to one and a half minutes. "You take over here. If you make him cum once more, I'll pay double the bet, but if you can't make him come, you owe me two dollars." Brian poured some lotion on his hands and started in on Brad. "Please Brian, this is bad enough, don't you do this to me" Brad begged, forgetting what happened before. Brian stopped, and then reached down and added a minute onto the timer. "Two minutes, it's the second time he begged." By the timer ran down to zero, Brian had won $3 more dollars. While she was unstraping Brad, the girl who had tried to warn Brad inside area 1 entered, followed by a 9 or 10 year old boy. "Call an escort for him" she said to Brian, pointing at Brad. "It'll cost you a dollar, but you can afford it, and we can get started as soon as we wash up." A few minutes later, an eleven-year-old boy showed up. Brian gave him a dollar and said to take him to area 1. As soon as the escort left with Brad, Brian asked the girl "What exactly are the rules you said my brother broke them by begging, but nobody told either one of us what the rules are." "There are no rules. Or rather, any thing you want to be a rule is. It keeps the offenders off balance, and gives you a chance to explore their limits. Like your brother there, between us, we just made him cum 9 times in about 20 minutes. My record is 14, but it took half and hour, and the boy was older. I didn't even ask what rule your brother broke, but I'll bet he didn't break any rule. Probably some girl saw him and wanted to see him cum, so she paid the monitor to have him sent here" Brian looked astounded and asked, "You mean a visitor can have someone sent here?" "Well, not directly. But if they give a monitor money the monitor will make sure a rule is broken. Of course, if the guardian is there too then the monitor may have to bribe the guardian as well, but most times the guardians don't know any better then the offenders." The girl continued. "Anything you want to be a rule, just say it is, and the offenders have no choice but to believe you. And the visitors know it too. Money changes hands, and we have 9 year olds making up rules to get kids sent here. Spanking pays well, but the little kids, the monitors and escorts; they make the real money, because any visitor can pay them to get at some kid. But you have to be careful, if you go too far, there is no warning, just one of the adults grabs you and the next thing you know you go from staff to offender. And boy, everyone is out to get a staffer. But as long as you're reasonable, you can get away with anything. This place is a great place to work. What do you know about girls?" Brad found himself back in area 1. As he waited, kids were constantly coming and going, but nobody spoke to him. He wished he could escape the stares of the visitors, but there was no place to hide. Brad's biggest problem at the moment was boredom however, as there was absolutely nothing to do but stand around. Eventually Brian came back in, grinning from ear to ear. "This place is so cool. You wouldn't believe what I just got to do." He showed his newest patch, which had 'TM' on it. "I'm a 'Trained Masturbator' now too." While they were talking, Brian was leading him out of area 1. 'You're taking me to area 2, aren't you" Brad asked. "Hey, come on, how bad can it be. I'll be there to cheer you on. I checked it out for a few minutes and it looks like a lot of fun." "A lot of fun for a visitor maybe, but please Brian, we both know I'm only here because of what you did. I'm glad you're having fun, but I sure as hell am not." "Well, of course you're not. You're an offender; it's your job to make life enjoyable for the rest of us. And don't get mad at me, it's against the rules. I could send you back to area 4 if that's want." Brad stayed quiet as Brian brought him in the back of area 2. Music was playing, and two boys and a girl were on stage. One of the boys was singing and dancing to a Country and Western song that Brad had never heard before. Then they reached the waiting area and there was a boy of about 10, with a slightly older girl as his guardian, waiting for the next turn. As the music ended, a girl came up on stage and said, "Okay, that was really horrible, but now you've heard our three contestants, now its time for you votes! Brad could see a TV screen with the face of each of the three kids on the stage, with numbers scrolling up below them. After a few minutes, the numbers stopped changing, and Brad could see that the boy who had just finished had 23; the other boy had 21, while the girl, who was about 14 or 15 years old, only got 7 votes. A big cheer went up from the audience as the boy with 23 votes and the girl were led away. Brad was confused, but before he could ask any questions he and the other boy were brought up on stage. The girl walked over to the boy and asked, "What is your name number 41, and how old are you?" She stuck a microphone in his face as he answered, "Max, I'm 10." She then asked if he had a favorite song, but he couldn't think of one. The girl came over to Brad and asked the same questions. "I'm Brad," he answered. "And I'm 13, almost 14." Before he could say his favorite song, the girl pulled the microphone back and asked "Almost 14. How long until your birthday?" "About 6 months" Brad answered, and then as she started to pull the microphone away he changed it to "5 and a half months." "That doesn't sound like almost to me, how about you in the audience" The crowd yelled out "No!" and the girl turned back to Brad and said "Sorry, but that will cost you 5 votes. Which of your opponents do you want to give them to?" Brad had no idea, so he pointed at Max. Then the girl went to the third boy and said "And still with us after 3 rounds is 11 year old Alex, who may be 12 before he gets off this stage." The audience laughed. 'Alex wanted to sing something from Nirvana, so here's a song by Roberta Flack." As "Killing me softly" started, the boy's face burned bright red while he sang the words off the teleprompter and tried to dance. The audience was roaring with laughter, and Brad wondered how they could even hear him singing. Next was Max. Instead of his favorite song, he got a gospel. He had trouble with the words and tripped over his own feet while trying to dance. Finally, the song ended and he stepped back from the center of the stage. Brad approached and was introduced, and then the song "You make me feel like a women" started. Brad was so nervous he nearly vomited, and didn't really dance, just moved around the stage. Catcalls and yells came up from the audience. When the voting was over, Brad was stunned. While he did poorly, he certainly did better than Max, who fell down. But the votes had Max at 25, Alex at 28, and Brad only had 5. The girl came up and read the scores, but then reminded the audience that Brad had forfeited his five votes to Max, and Brian and Max's guardian came up on stage. Alex looked over to Brad with anger, and had tears in his eyes, but Brad couldn't do anything. As they left, Alex's guardian directed him back towards area 1; laughing at how stupid he had looked. Brad turned to follow them, but Brian pulled him back. "Sorry Brad, but you finished third." "What does that mean?" Brad asked, but realized the answer as Brian led him back into area 4. "Back already?" the girl asked. She pointed to a bed and Brad allowed her to strap him down again. When she turned on the TV camera, Brad noticed that several teenaged girls who had been in the audience in area 2 were now here, watching. "Third place finish is three minutes" the girl said, setting the timer. Brad moaned, and she picked it up and added one minute. "For moaning," she said, smiling at him as she poured the hand cream on his groin and got started. Because he missed reminding her to restart the timer once, and because he had cum so many times already that day, it took 20 minutes to finish his four. When finally done, there were two girls and another boy waiting. "Call another escort and start on one of the girls there," she said to Brian, "and I'll do the boy." Brad looked at him and saw it was Alex. As the escort was taking Brad back to area 1, a girl visitor came up to him and gave him some money, saying "I think he's supposed to go to area 3" The boy put the money in his pocket and said, "Yeah, that's where I'm taking him, but unless his guardian is there, I get $12 per half hour." "Wait a minute" Brad said, but the boy looked at him and asked, "You got a problem with where I'm taking you?" Brad thought about it, and knowing this place was designed for offenders to lose at every turn, lowered his head and said, "No, area 3 is where I'm supposed to go." "Call me sir," the boy said to him. "Yes sir" Brad said as the girl giggled. Two more girls came up and they each put two dollars in the boy's hand. "That should be enough, only a newbie would give you twelve." The boy pocketed the money and led them over to area 3. Inside were several teenaged boys who were taking turns feeling up two girls of about 14. Brad couldn't believe his eyes. His dick began to get hard immediately. The girls asked the escort if they could touch Brad's penis and when he nodded yes, being more interested in the two naked girls, Brad grabbed his arm and said, "Wait a minute, you can't give permission to them, only my guardian can." The girls, meanwhile, were already grabbing at Brad's penis, which was sore from all the masturbation sessions he had been through. The boy didn't hesitate, but said "Hands Up!" Out of habit, Brad complied, while the girls continued to feel him up. "You grabbed me, that's not allowed. You spoke back, that's another violation. And you didn't call me sir either. One more word and I'll take you to area 6." "There is no area 6" Brad said. "I want you to take me back to area 1 where you're supposed to." Brad lowered his arms and tried to keep the girls hands off his body. The boy told the girls "Sorry, that's all" and began to pull Brad away. One of the teenaged boys came over and asked him if he needed any help, but he said he could handle it. Once outside, the two girls wandered off, and the boy said "I'll lock your arms right now, or get an adult who will, unless you come with me now. You're already in big trouble." Brad followed behind him and asked "Okay, so where are you taking me?" And then added "sir." "That's better. We're going to area 6, like I told you." "You mean there really is an area 6? Sir?" "There sure is. I've never taken anyone there before, but I've seen kids when they come out. You think it was bad before, you're really in for now." They approached an area that Brad hadn't been near before, and the boy knocked at a door. The door was unlocked and opened, and an older teen, Brad guessed 18 or 19 years old, asked what they wanted. "I'm his escort. He grabbed me, he threatened me, and he threatened two visitors. He also swore at me." The teen stared at him. "You're sure about all these charges, they are pretty serious." The boy nodded his head. "Then bring him on in, this will take a few minutes." Without a word to Brad, he pulled him in and closed and locked the door. Brad was brought over to a desk where the teen pulled his lips back until Brad opened his mouth, and then he forced a gag inside and tied it in place. Next he locked Brad's arms to his collar. "I need to clean your insides, sit here and pull your legs up behind your head. Brad did as he was told, and quickly felt the nozzle of an enema bottle enter his backside. Brad hadn't had an enema since he was five, but he remembered what it was like. When the enema was complete, the teen picked up small plastic cup with a small tube leading from it to a bottle. He poured a small amount of a thick liquid into the bottle. "What's that for" the escort asked. "I'll show you." He moved behind Brad and reached around him, placing the cup over Brad's balls. He drew the opening tight with a cord. Next he placed a battery into a box that he hung from a cord around Brad's neck, and pushed the bottle into the device. He turned a switch on and there was a momentary hum. "Just wait for a second now" the teen said. Brad could feel the liquid sliding down the inside of the plastic around his balls. Then his balls started getting warm. "This injects a chemical along the walls of the cup over his balls. It won't hurt him, but it sure gets his attention." Now Brad could really feel the heat on his balls. He took a couple of steps trying to find a way to rub his balls, but with every step he could feel the liquid reaching further down his balls. Brad began to moan through the gag, his eyes wide with fear. "Don't worry; you're just about through it. It only lasts for a minute." And Brad did notice that the heat was going away, but the memory of it was something he didn't want. The teen checked the bottle and said "The motor will inject a few drops every ten minutes. I've put enough in there to last about an hour, maybe a little longer." "He's going to hate that I bet" the escort said. The teen picked up a cylindrical object and put a battery in it. Then he used a remote control device to turn it on. Brad could hear it vibrating. "He's really not going to like this, but then he isn't here to have fun." The escort was paying close attention to everything the teen did. "Bend over and grab your ankles" he said to Brad. Brad was shaking his head back and forth, but the teen said "Look, it's a lot easier if you cooperate, but the vibrator is going inside you whether you work with me or not. The only difference is how long it's in there. And, I have some other devices I can connect to you that you will like even less." Brad tried to plead with him through the gag, but couldn't form any words. Slowly, he bent over as he was told. The teen used his finger to grease Brad's backside, and Brad felt the vibrator press against him. Before the teen could insert it, someone started banging on the door. The teen put the vibrator down and told Brad to stand up and wait were he was. He opened the door, and Brad could hear Brian's voice. "You've got my brother in here, and you shouldn't. That kid there didn't do what I told him to because these girls paid him to do something else." "Come in here and lets straighten this out," the teen said. He looked at the girls and pointed at Brad and asked, "Did he hit you? Or threaten you in any way?" "No" they both said. One of them added "He tried to keep us from feeling him up, and when Jonathan there grabbed his arms he pushed him back." "Did he grab him? Threaten him? Swear at him?" Again, both girls answered "no." The teen looked at the escort and said, "Since they know your name, I assume you know these girls. I think you're in a lot of trouble, a little truth right now can make a big difference." Jonathan stared at the floor. "They just wanted to have some fun, all of us do it. I was just mad because he tried to stop them. I only said I'd bring him here to scare him, but once we got here, I lied to you just to see what happens in here." "I've got a good mind to give you a really good idea of what happens in here, but unlike you, I follow the rules. Still, I am now naming you as an offender. I want you to take off your arm bands, and get your clothes off while I untie him." As the teen turned towards Brad, they all heard the motor run for a few seconds. Immediately, Brad could feel his balls getting warm. "Ummm, ummm" he said through the gag, moving around again to try and escape the heat. "What's happening to him?" Brian asked, while the teen started working on the knot that tied the device to Brad's balls. But with Brad shaking and swaying to escape the burning, he couldn't get it undone. "I know it's hot, just hold still for one second and I'll have it off" the teen said. But Brad kept hopping around until the feeling started to decrease. Brian was nearly in a panic himself, trying to help but not knowing what to do and not understanding what was being done to his brother. In desperation, Brian grabbed at the bottle and pulled it out of the pump, but in doing so he gave it a squeeze. Immediately, the scene started over as a new, and bigger, blob of the chemical shot around Brad's balls. Brian dropped the bottle, where it got pinched between Brad and the teen and when Brad jumped up yet another shot was squeezed out of it. The teen pulled the tube out of the bottle and threw it down on the ground. He tried to restrain Brian, who was now trying to hold Brad's arms still in order to get the lock off the chain. With his free hand, the teen undid the tie line for the gag and pulled it out of Brad's mouth. Pulling the brothers apart, he said "It's not hurting him that bad, and as soon as it wears off he'll be able to hold still so that I can get the cup off him." Meanwhile, Brad was using every word he knew that wasn't a swear word, and then mixed in a few of them as well. Finally, the heat began to subside and the teen was able to get the cup off. "Damn you Brian, just tell me the truth this time. Did you do that on purpose?" "I promise, Brad, I didn't mean it. I was trying to help. That's the truth. Are you okay?" The teen had unlocked Brad's arms, and he was massaging his balls. "Actually, its like he said, the pain wasn't that bad, but it was hot." Then Brad thought about what he had said. "I'm sorry I swore at you" he said to Brian, and then looked at the girls and added "and I'm sorry I swore at all in front of you." Everyone assured him that even an offender was allowed react appropriately, and he wasn't in any trouble. "Boy, he said, I'm hard again and I can't understand why." "I can answer that," the teen said. "The stuff in the bottle does a couple of things. First, the heat helps you produce sperm at a faster rate. Also, it is absorbed and speeds up your body's normal speed for making cum. Then, it also contains a chemical that causes your penis to become hard. I'm afraid you're going to have a boner for the next hour, in fact, from the amount your brother squeezed on you, probably longer." "You mean he's all recharged again, he can cum?" Bad looked at him sharply. "No Brian, please, pretty please, not area 4 again. Please." "Relax, I think you're done here. I'm going to stay with you until mom comes." Brian looked at Jonathan and asked, "What happens to him?" "He is now an offender." The teen opened a drawer and pulled out a collar and the necessary chains and locks. "You can have the honor if you want, or even let your brother do it. And you need to call his mother or father, which can be done from the check in area. But until then, someone needs to escort him." Brad had an idea and decided to test the newfound freedom his brother had given him. "Girls, you wanted to feel me up in area 3. I'll make a deal with you. You can do it now, here if it's allowed, but then I want you to find everyone in this place who knows him and tell them he's now an offender." He looked at the teen and raised his eyebrows. "Actually, that is not allowed here, and if I see it I'll have to punish you all." I'm going to go to the other room and see what number he needs to wear, and I'll be back in fifteen minutes, and I'd better not catch you violating the rules." He signaled Brian over to him and whispered to him "Don't get me in trouble here, you can't gag him or use the vibrator, but you can scare him. And if two doses of the chemical were to end up missing, I wouldn't notice, but any more than that I would. Understand? If you put it on him, he's going to complain and tell on you, and somebody may ask me to do an inventory, so keep in mind that I told you that you cannot do it." Brian nodded his head. "Oh, and one more thing" the teen added. "I said you had to call his parents, but I didn't say you had to do it right away." With that, he left Brad, Brian, Jonathan, and the two girls alone in the room. "Okay," Brian said to the girls "since my brother covered his self in area 3, I give you permission to touch him where ever you want, and if he interferes, I'll tie his arms up." Brian then walked over to Jonathan and put the collar on, saying the magic 'hands up.' The girls had a good time trying with both of them trying to stroke Brad's very stiff dick. "Oh, his balls are still warm" one of them said, and with her free hand started softly rubbing them. By the time Brian had Jonathan's arms locked in place, the girls had brought Brad off, and they left to start rounding Jonathan's friends. "Tell them to watch for him in area 2" Brian said as they left. Brian picked up the bottle that had caused all of the discomfort for Brad and squeezed out one tiny drop on his fingers. He could feel the heat start as soon as it made contact, and he hurried over to Jonathan. "Please, I don't want to go through that! Please, I'm too little. You can have the money I earned, I, ah, ahh, ahhhhhh!" Both Brad and Brian watched him go through the same dance Brad had gone through, except that without the gag he was able to make a lot more noise. While he was dancing, Brian found a paper towel and squeeze out what he thought was about one dose. And carefully wrap it up and put it in his pocket. "Let's go," he said to Brad and Jonathan. When they got to area two, the monitor there said, "good, we thought we were going to have to shut down for a while. We only have one contestant." "Well, here's two more, on with the show" Brian said as he pushed Brad up on the stage, but he held Jonathan back. "Introduce him and the other kid first, then I'll push him up. I want him to sing the first song, and make it start right away." Then the monitor took a good look at Jonathan and said "Wow, I knew you'd be an offender soon. You were way too obvious." The monitor grabbed a microphone and did as Brian had asked. As he announced Jonathan's name, Brian pulled the paper towel from his pocket and smeared the liquid generously around Jonathan's balls before pushing him up on the stage. The effect was hilarious. Jonathan didn't sing, but screamed his "Ohh" and "Ahhs" very well, and danced across the stage from the heat on his balls. He continued dancing even for a good fifteen seconds after the song ended, and got the most laughter anyone had gotten that day. Brad was next, and stuttered through his song, M.J.'s "Beat It", looking very shy and embarrassed, which was what Brad had hoped for, especially since Brad still had a full erection. Contestant number 3, a girl of about 10, actually sang and danced surprisingly well, and when it was over she ended up with the most votes, far more than Brad. Jonathan only had 2 votes, and was given back to Brian while the girl was led away by a boy. "Now we need two more kids," the monitor said. "No you don't" Brian responded. "Tell the crowd that he will sing and dance his best, and either he gets 25 votes or more and wins or he loses, no run off." The monitor smiled, knowing exactly what would happen. The announcement was made, and Brad was forced to sing and dance his way through a song from an opera. When it was over, he got 2 votes, so Brian took him and Jonathan to area 4. "Somehow, some day, you will regret doing this to me" Brad said to Brian, but he was smiling. A different girl than had been there in the morning was just washing up from her last costumer. Brian asked her how long she had been trained, and she told him she had been doing this for weeks. "That's a lot longer than me," he said, pushing Jonathan over to her. "I just started today. That one was a monitor who became an offender today, he needs your best. I'll do this one. He strapped his brother down and turned on the camera about the same time the girl did. This time, the image on the giant screen was split, the top showing Jonathan and the bottom showed Brad. "Let's give your fans a good show," Brian said to him, but he only set the timer to two minutes. "If you want more, just do something. Otherwise, close your eyes and pretend its Crystal instead of me." Brad was done with no penalties, but the girl was keeping Jonathan going. She hit him with 1 minute for lifting his head, then 2 more for questioning her. Then 3 more because he had a dry orgasm. It ended up taking nearly half an hour, and Jonathan had over a dozen dry shoots, but remained hard through the whole process. "What's with him?" the girl asked. "I could keep this up all day, he never gets soft." Jonathan let out a moan that cost him another penalty. "He's getting pretty red, maybe you should finish up," offered Brian. The girl stopped stroking and inspected Jonathan's penis. "Yeah, I think you're right, he's had enough." But before she could un-strap him, Brian said, "wait, let's make sure." He moved the camera as close as he could to Jonathan's dick and still keep it in focus, and gave the crowd a close up view of him from every angle he could. They spent another hour taking Jonathan to area 2 and 5, and Brian made nearly twenty dollars allowing visitors to touch Jonathan (but not Brad) and take pictures. He did let a girl take three pictures of Brad, but told one of the professionals that he wanted a special one for Brad. "I want one that shows his collar, and his arms bound, and I want it to be apparent that he is naked, but without actually showing anything." The photographer knew exactly what he wanted, and Brian was please with the first picture he took. Brian paid him from the money he had earned. "Well, I think we've done enough with Jonathan here, let's leave him in Area 1." They took him over there, and Brian made a point of telling the monitor that Jonathan was a monitor until he screwed up today, and now he's just an offender. "I have to go call his mother, he can stay here until she arrives," he said. "How long do you think that will be?" the kid asked. "A kid his age can get in a lot of trouble here by himself." "She won't be here for at least half an hour, probably more, so here's ten dollars. Take care of him for me, would you?" "Oh, yeah, you can count on it" the kid said with a mischievous smile on his face. Brian found a place away from the crowd and let Brad rest in piece. Brad erection had finally gone down. After a half hour, they went over to the check in booth to tell them to call Jonathan's parents. Mrs. Weslo came around the corner just as they got done. "Hi mom" Brian said. "I was wrong, this place is great. I had a lot of fun her. I know Brad wants to leave as soon as possible, but is there any way I can stay a little longer?" "Actually, you can, unless you tired Brad out too much. I need him to help me with something, if you want to meet us in half an hour we should be ready to go." "Yeah, great" he said. "Where are you parked?" Once he had directions, he hurried off. "He seems to be enjoying this place. You don't seem anywhere near as angry or sad as I expected, are you hiding it or what?" "I was angry, but I got over it. Brad used me to have a lot of fun, but I would have done exactly the same thing in his place. It was bad, I never will give you any reason to send me back here again as an offender, but I'd like to come back sometime as a visitor. What do you need me to do before we go home?" "One of the tires on the van is going soft; I'm worried it will go flat before we get home. Help me change it and then we'll wait for Brad. I brought some clothes for you, even though they said you were supposed to go home naked, I think you probably deserved them. But I think you need to stay naked until we leave" "Thanks, mom, I haven't hardly been dressed since this started. It still feels really strange being out on a street naked, but I don't want to give anyone a reason to send me back in there. I can survive another half hour." As soon as his mother unlocked the van, he opened the cover to get the jack and spare tire out of the back. As he lifted the jack, he saw something under it. "Mom, come here" he said. "Look." She looked where he was pointing and saw the videotape. She picked it up and put it in her purse. "Don't say a word to your brother, and don't tell him you changed a tire." "He's going to want to know what you needed me for" Brad said. "Hurry and change the tire before he gets back. The clothes I bought for you came from that store over there. I came in the park a while back and saw that you and another boy were having a lot of fun singing, so I decided to come back later." Brian was spinning the lugs off the wheel when he realized what she said. "You saw me sing?" "Yes I did. And yes, I saw what happened afterwards. But if it makes you feel any better, as soon as I saw what was going to happen, I left. I voted for you on the last song though." Brad's face was burning bright red when he realized that his mother saw him dancing around with a boner, and then watched as his brother caused him to cum. Well, maybe not, she said she left. "I was wondering who voted for me. The whole thing is rigged; they make sure the older kids lose so they can watch them in area 4. Did you notice who else voted for me?" "I did" Melissa said, coming up behind Brad. "And unlike mom, I wanted to see it all, so I stayed. Good show. Maybe you can sing for me tomorrow." Even after everything he had been through; Brad thought this was by for the worst. "Just hurry up and change the tire dear," his mother said.