Learning His Lesson Part 5
  by Aldric
  
  Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
  pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com
  
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  This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains
  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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  Chapter 10
  
  When Brian came out, he wanted to know what Brad and their
  mom had been doing.  "Tell him," she said.
  
  "She took me shopping," he said, unloading the bags.  "Can I
  put them on now mom?"
  
  "Well, I know I told you that I would let you, but I think
  your sister can have the final say" his mom answered.
  
  Brad was getting used to getting his hopes up only to have
  them shattered.  He realized it was an intentional part of
  the program.  He still didn't like it though, but he was
  learning to not respond in anger.  "So what about it
  Melissa, can I?"
  
  "Well, maybe.  Tell me how that girl kept that boy hard for
  so long.  I can only keep Matt hard for a few minutes."
  
  Brian turned around and asked, "How'd you know about that?"
  
  Brad answered for her.  "She was there, that's how."
  
  "How long?  Did she watch you sing and dance?"
  
  "Yeah, both her AND mom saw that" said Brad, recalling with
  embarrassment how stupid he must have looked up on stage.
  
  Brian was laughing out loud "They got to see that?  And what
  happened after?  Oh, boy!"  That reminded him of something. 
  "When we checked in, the man there said you wanted a
  picture, so I had one taken for you, mom" he said, pulling
  out the envelope and passing it to his mother.
  
  She glanced at it while driving.  "That's perfect.  You did
  very good Brian, much better than I expected.  Thank you." 
  She passed the picture back to Melissa.
  
  "But you can't even see anything" she said.
  
  "I know.  That's what makes it perfect.  I can display it as
  a reminder without it being pornographic.  Everyone will
  know what it represents."
  
  Brad still wanted to get dressed, as the streets were filled
  with people and they still had the downtown area to drive
  through.  I pointed to the pants in the bag "So can I?"
  
  Melissa pointed to the seat next to her.  "Slide on over
  here, I want to try something."  When Brad slid over next to
  her and re-fastened his seat belt, she reached over and
  began rubbing his penis.
  
  "That's been done to me a lot today, and I'm starting to get
  sore.  I would really appreciate if you wouldn't do it
  tonight" he said in an even voice, but he made no physical
  effort to stop her.
  
  She stopped before he even got hard.  "Then tell me about
  the boy, how he stayed hard for so long."
  
  "Even if you do that to me all night long, I can't tell you
  that, and that's just the way it is."
  
  "You can't tell me, or you won't?"
  
  "Okay then, I won't.  It would be wrong, and cause harm to
  other people.  I'm not keeping it a secret from you, I'm
  protecting others."
  
  She picked up the bag of clothes and said, "I can accept
  that.  I'll let you dress as soon as we're passed Main
  Street."
  
  Brad looked ahead, and saw a group of girls standing on the
  corner walking between the cars stopped at the light trying
  to get them to turn into a charity car wash.  "Oh, s,s,
  shucks" he said, covering his groin with his hands.  "Just
  slide back over to the window seat and put your hands behind
  your head."
  
  "Car wash, just $2.00" one of the girls said, looking in the
  window.  Brian reached for his wallet and handed her two
  one's.  "It's for him, so he doesn't have to wash it when we
  get home" he said to her as he pointed to his brother in the
  back seat.
  
  The girl looked, and then looked again, seeing a completely
  naked boy sitting in the back seat with his hands behind his
  head.  As she stared, his penis reached full hardness and
  poked up against the seat belt.  The girl looked at Mrs.
  Weslo and asked, "Is this normal?"
  
  Brad's mom couldn't help but laugh.  "Yes, for thirteen,
  that's about normal."  Then she added, "He's being punished. 
  You're allowed to look.  In fact, you're meant to look. 
  Melissa, do you think we need a car wash?  Brian's already
  paid?"
  
  "Sure we do, Brad's had a very hard day, and he was just
  telling me how sore he is.  I agree with Brian, if the girls
  here wash it, he won't have to do it when we get home."
  
  Brad found his voice, although it was very squeaky "I'll do
  at home, I don't mind."  But he already knew the decision
  had been made.
  
  "Well, if you really have enough energy to wash it" she
  said, hesitating.
  
  "I do, mom, I have lots of energy."
  
  "Then, it's nonsense for you to have to do it alone" his
  mother said, pulling over.  "You can help the girls wash it
  here."
  
  Brad couldn't believe his ears.  His own mother was going to
  make him get out naked and help a bunch of high school girls
  was the van in broad daylight on the busiest intersection in
  town.  He looked at her in disbelieve, hoping she'd change
  her mind.  But she parked the van and said, "let's go."
  
  Then Brad saw his worst nightmare.  The older girls were
  just helping out; the car wash was for the Lincoln Middle
  School Cheerleaders, HIS school.  And he recognized all of
  the girls, and most of them would recognize him.
  
  He saw his mom go over to talk to some guy in the back, and
  pointed to the van, while Brian was over talking to the
  girls, who were now all approaching the van.  He thought
  about locking the doors, but knew that wouldn't work.  He
  didn't understand, he thought his misery was over.  And then
  it hit him.  When his brother said it was only for a day or
  two, once again it was just a ruse to get his hopes up. 
  They were going to do stuff like this to him all summer
  long.
  
  He got out of the van and stood before the girls hating
  their laughter.  Then Melissa said, "He said he has lots of
  energy, so he can do the top."
  
  They started spraying water around, and someone handed him a
  soapy sponge.  The girls were all watching as he stretched
  out to wash the top, his penis rubbing along the side of the
  van.
  
  Traffic at the car wash picked up as people pulled in to see
  if they were going crazy.  Carloads of people were now
  standing around watching.  Finally they were done washing
  and Brad started to get in.  "Wait a minute, we have to dry
  it first" one of the girls said, dropping a towel in his
  lap.
  
  Brad got back out, and of course, they wanted him to do the
  top.  Finally they were done, and Brad crawled back inside,
  followed soon by his family.  "I don't care how much this
  cost me, but I've got to tell you all that right now I hate
  you."
  
  Melissa tossed the bag of clothes at him and said "I'd hate
  me too if I were you.  But now you can get dressed."
  
  Once they got home, Melissa and Brian went to visit with
  friends, and but their mom said Brad could stay with her. 
  After they left, she told him he could go play on the
  computer or listen to music in his room.  He looked confused
  "Please, mom, I'm really tired.  Don't trick me, if you have
  something planned for me, just let's do it."
  
  'Honest, honey, I have nothing planned.  Nobody is coming
  over, and if Melissa or Brian brings a friend back I'll send
  them off.  And you can stay dressed.  There's no trick, have
  the first minutes of fun you've been allowed in days,
  because the collar isn't coming off yet, so tomorrow will
  probably be another bad day for you."
  
  Both Brian and Melissa showed up about the same time,
  expecting their dad to be home so they could eat.  "He had
  to make a stop," their mom told them.  "He'll be home in a
  few minutes and we'll go for fast food later."
  
  When he got home, Brad came out, looking better than he had
  for a while.  Brian was hungry and asked if they could go
  out now, but their mom said, "No, you father's had a long
  day.  Let's take a short break and watch a movie I picked up
  today."
  
  Both of Brad's siblings said "Aw, mom!" but Brad sat right
  down, hoping that what he thought was on the tape was there. 
  Mrs. Weslo said "I think it's a short movie, we'll just a
  few minutes, and if you've seen it before then we can stop
  it.  Here, Brad, you can control the remote."
  
  Melissa sat down next to Brad, and Brian plopped down in his
  favorite spot on the floor.  The TV came to life, and Brad
  pressed play on the remote.  The picture started out with
  all three kids in pajamas from about six years ago, and
  Brad's heart fell, but suddenly the picture swapped.  There
  was Brad, with a Brian's shirt being used as a blindfold
  while Brian positioned him right in front of the camera just
  as Melissa and Matt came in.  They could hear Melissa ask
  "Why the blindfold" but before the tape played Brian's
  answer, Brad hit stop and tossed the remote back to his
  mother.  "I'm pretty sure I haven't seen it, but I think I
  know what happens next, how about you Brian?"
  
  Brian just lay there stunned, knowing his life had just
  ended.  There was nothing he could say, so he closed his
  eyes and waited.
  
  Mrs. Weslo said, "Brian, I think you need to come into the
  kitchen.  Melissa, you and Brad stay out here."
  
  Brian walked like a man (or boy, thought Brad) condemned
  walking the plank.  He had a fairly good idea of what was
  going on, and became more sure when he heard his father say
  something about a court order.
  
  Fifteen or twenty minutes went by, and Melissa and Brad
  hardly said a word.  Then Brian walked out shirtless,
  wearing a collar, and with his arms bound to it.  He had
  tears running down his cheeks as he said the very same words
  Brad had said two days earlier:  "Melissa, I submit to your
  control and will follow all of your instructions
  immediately, completely, and politely."
  
  Their parents came out right after and said "We've ordered
  pizza for all of you; your mother and I are going out for
  dinner.  Melissa, don't take this wrong, but we think you're
  too young to baby sit.  "So we've called Tom's parents, and
  Tom and his sisters are going to come over and help"  If
  Brian's mood could have sunk any lower, it would have.  Tom
  was his best friend, and he had told Tom and his sister's
  about Brad's program, then used them just this morning to
  embarrass his brother.  "If you need anything before they
  get here, just go next door, okay?"
  
  "We'll be fine dad," Melissa said with an evil grin.  "I can
  handle things until they arrive.  You and mom go and have
  fun."
  
  "Don't stay up late," their mother said.  "You and Brian are
  going back to Tom's house tomorrow, your dad will drop you
  off on the way to work, so you have to get up early."
  
  "Okay mom.  What about Brad?"
  
  "Well, Brad will be with me.  He needs a break from you and
  Brian I think."
  
  They waited until the pizza came, and Melissa freed Brian's
  arms so he could eat.  Once they were done, she re-fastened
  his arms and told Brad to clean up the boxes and put the
  left over pizza away.
  
  As he was finishing up, the doorbell rang and Brad heard
  Melissa inviting Tom and his sister in.  Meagan, or Meg, was
  13, while Miranda, called Mars, was 11, and Tom, who was the
  same age as Brian, was 12.  They had not been told that
  Brian was now wearing a collar and were expecting to be able
  to tease Brad some more.  The girls walked right past Brian
  without noticing him and called to Brad as he entered the
  room.
  
  But Tom couldn't miss seeing his best friend shirtless, with
  his arms tied to the collar around his neck by two short
  chains.  "You too now?" he asked.  "What did you do you
  stupid fool?"
  
  The girls turned to see what Tom was talking about, and saw
  Brian for the first time.
  
  Melissa said, "I was going to have him strip and let him
  answer the door, but decided you would like the chance to
  undress him yourself, kind of like opening a Christmas
  present.  As for what he did, I'll show you."  She turned on
  the TV, and as soon as it warmed up she started the tape.
  
  Brad found that watching himself was oddly stimulating, but
  the girls were overjoyed with watching him.  The spanking,
  the masturbation, and the embarrassing questions.  They all
  heard Brian warn Niccole not to videotape anything, that it
  was a rule violation.  When the tape ended, they asked to
  watch it a second time.  Then they were ready.
  
  Meg had Brian stand up, and started undoing Brian's belt. 
  "You won't be needed these for a while."  After the belt,
  she unsnapped his jeans, and ran her hand down between his
  jeans and underpants, feeling his penis as it began to get
  hard.  She looked at the fear in his eyes and said, "Yes,
  you're going to be so much more fun than Brad was."
  
  She slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down his legs,
  but didn't take them off.  Unlike Brad, who wore boxers all
  the time, Brian still favored briefs.  She invited her
  sister over to finish him off.
  
  Meanwhile, Tom asked, "Do they have to do what I say too?"
  
  While Brian said "Don't Tom, we're friends"  Melissa
  answered Tom's question.
  
  "Yes they do, but you have to be careful.  I don't know how
  much of the rules Brian told you, but it's important you
  don't violate them or you could be joining him, which would
  be okay with us if you want."
  
  Tom grinned.  "No, I think I'll pass, but I think Brad
  should join him."  Tom looked at Brad and said, "Get
  undressed too."
  
  Melissa looked over at Brad, who had already stood up and
  was taking off his shirt.  "Brad's had a tough day, and his
  dick is a little worn out, so I'd like for us to go easy on
  him."
  
  Tom looked slightly disappointed, but then had an idea. 
  "Brad, do you still have the speedos you wore last year in
  swimming?  When Brad nodded yes, he said, "Go put them on."
  
  Brad came back in a few seconds wearing nothing but a pair
  of speedos that were clearly too small.  Tom smiled slyly
  and told Brad to go to the refrigerator and fill the speedos
  up with as many ice cubes as he could fit in, and then to
  use the ice crusher to pour even more crushed ice in. 
  Everyone congratulated Tom on his idea, and while Brad was
  doing as told they turned their attention back to Brian.
  
  The girls each took one side of Brian's underpants, and as
  slowly as they could they uncovered him.  His penis was
  fully hard, and once free of the cotton bounced up to his
  belly.
  
  "Oh, look, little hairs" Mars said, getting a close look at
  Brian's groin.  "Tom, do you have hairs too?"
  
  "You bet I do, more than Brian" he said.
  
  Melissa asked "I don't suppose you want to prove that for
  us, would you?"  Everyone laughed, as Tom shook his head no.
  
  "So Brian, how ticklish are you?" Meg asked, running her
  fingernail next to the base of Brad's penis.  Brad responded
  by falling over on the couch.  "I guess that answers that
  question," she said as both she and Mars attacked him,
  stopping only to let him breath.
  
  Meanwhile Brad was starting to hop around from the coldness
  of the ice, Melissa turned her from Brian to ask how it
  felt.  "Its cold, very cold" he said, and started to grab at
  his speedos.  "Opps" his sister said, "we can't have that. 
  Hands up Brad."  She tossed a key to Tom.  "Lock em in,
  would you?"
  
  Unable to do anything to relieve himself, Brad started
  hopping more and more, trying to shake some of the ice out,
  but the speedos were too tight and kept it all trapped
  inside.  But even through this, Brad was able to control his
  anger.  "Oh, boy, this is cold.  Good idea Tom, one of the
  worst that's been done to me."
  
  Finally, Meg felt sorry for him, and reached inside and
  withdrew some of the ice.  "Lets see what he looks like now"
  Mars said, so Meg pulled the speedos off.  Brad's dick was
  still half hard, but his balls were just little bumps. 
  After a good look, Mars said, "I think he can take some
  more.  Pull them back up and reload them Tom."
  
  Attention shifted back to Brian.  "Whose name do you yell
  out when you beat off Brian" Mars asked.
  
  "No one's, I'm silent" he answered, but he knew what the
  next question would be so he said "but I'm thinking of Susan
  Bikham."
  
  Tom had just returned with a cup of ice.  "Susan Bikham,
  she's cute.  I think of her too," he said without thinking.
  
  "Oh, gross" Mars said to him.  But to Brian she said "But I
  want to hear you say it while you show us how good you are." 
  Melissa unbound one of his hands and he set about rubbing
  off to his first audience, discovering how hard that was to
  do.  Now he knew why Brad had faked his.
  
  And so it went for an hour as they took turns tickling
  Brian, checking to see if they could make Brad's balls
  disappear completely, and then getting Brian hard again and
  making him beat off for them.  They finished the night with
  Melissa showing them how to use the hose to get him hard and
  bring him almost to where he could cum, and then backing
  off.  They had fun until even Tom left, not wanting to hear
  his best friend begging for relief any longer.
  
  The next morning everyone was woken up early.  Melissa
  decided that since Brad had been driven through town naked
  that Brian didn't need to bring any clothes along, and asked
  her dad if he needed a car wash.  Even Brad laughed at what
  she was asking, and they had to explain it their company.
  
  As they got ready to go, Melissa asked her mother what she
  and Brad were going to do that day.
  
  "Well, Brad is going to another Additional Penalty Area, or
  APA today."
  
  Brad's dad had to actually run over and grab Brad, as it
  looked like he nearly passed out.  His dad sat him on the
  couch and asked if he was all right.  "Yeah, I'm okay dad,
  it just surprised me.  Why me mom, why me and not him?" Brad
  asked, pointing at Brian.
  
  "It'll be different you'll see, not like yesterday.  You
  won't even need a guardian."
  
  "Mom, you don't understand, that's even worse." Brad got up
  and hugged his mom.  "Please mom, you weren't there.  Send
  me with Melissa, or Niccole, or Tom.  Don't send me alone,
  you don't know what will happen."  Brad began to shake, and
  tears were running down his face.
  
  "He's right" Brian added.  "You can't send him alone.  Send
  anybody with him."
  
  "Trust me, Brad.  I know what I'm doing.  It will be fine. 
  Look at how scared you are, you're shaking.  Believe me,
  it's nothing like you think."
  
  Brad let go, and sat back down on the couch, openly crying
  now.  He kept repeating "Don't send me alone, please don't
  send me alone."
  
  "I guess we shouldn't have told him," his mother said. 
  "Brad, stop crying now, you're thirteen years old.  I've
  loved you for all those years, and nothing is going to
  happen tomorrow.  Just trust me."
  
  She looked to her husband.  "This will be alright, you guys
  get going so you're not late."
  
  Brian asked "Mom, are you really sure about this?  I don't
  think it's the right thing to do either.  Let him come with
  us."
  
  "Just go" Mrs. Weslo said.  After they left, she sat down
  next to Brad, who was still shaking.  "I know how the park
  is structured, I watched and saw how it was operated.  You
  will not go through that again.  The man I talked to
  yesterday while you were washing the van was Judge Eckerd,
  who established the program here.  We have a lot of new
  violators in our town now, and he wants to establish an APA
  here.  He wants you to help train the staff.  You'll be more
  than an offender, but less than staff, but you are being
  given complete control over what happens to you.  And the
  only visitors are kids being trained as monitors.  You
  understand?"
  
  Brad sat up, the tears slowing down.  "You really mean it? 
  Mom, I'm really scared about this."
  
  "I can see that, and yes, I'm really sure.  Some of the
  staff helping to train the new people are from the APA you
  were at yesterday.  They have been told that you are not
  there as a real offender, but as a pretend one.  They have
  instructions to let you go on your request.  You really
  don't have to go I guess, but they wanted someone who had
  been through an APA to act as an offender in order to help
  train the staff.  And you want a well-trained staff, because
  Brian will be there tomorrow.  Except that he'll be a real
  offender."
  
  That cheered Brad up some.  'Who will be there to protect
  him?"
  
  "I'm hoping it will be you.  They plan to take your collar
  off at the APA today."
  
  "Then let's go" Brad said, taking his clothes off.
  
  "You don't even have to go naked, Brad" his mother said.
  
  "If I'm to pretend to be an offender, then offenders come
  and go naked, right?"  When she nodded yes he continued "but
  we'll bring these along.  If the collar comes off, then
  visitors and staff go home dressed."  He gathered up the
  clothes and headed out to the car.
  
  As they were pulling out of the driveway, they saw Brad's
  best friend delivering papers wearing just a diaper and a
  sign.  As they got closer, they could read the sign.  It
  said, "Yesterday I was a big bully.  Now I'm just a little
  baby"  Brad waved at him as they drove by.  'Maybe there is
  some fairness in the world" he said.
  
  Check in was quick and easy, and Brad was given a small
  battery-operated buzzer.  "Just press this, and your status
  changes from offender to staff" the man behind the desk
  said.
  
  "Do you even want me around?" his mom asked.
  
  "No, please.  I would have a much harder time doing what I
  have to if I knew my mother was watching.  I'm going to have
  to let them treat me just like they would a real offender." 
  She smiled, and he watched her get back in the van and drive
  off.
  
  The first place he headed for was area one.  He checked
  himself in with the monitor and stood in front of the glass
  with his hands over his groin.  There were only 3 or 4 kids
  wandering around, and since he was the only active offender,
  they came to stare at him.  After a few minutes passed, he
  pressed the button on the buzzer and walked out to the
  monitor for area 1.
  
  "What are you doing, are you even paying attention?" he
  asked.  The boy stared at him, not sure what answer he
  wanted.  "If you don't find something wrong with my behavior
  in the next one minute, I'll take you to area 4 myself."
  
  He then walked back into the glassed-in area, and this time
  stood there with his hands behind his back whistling.
  
  The monitor showed up a few seconds later and said meekly
  "Hey, no whistling."
  
  Brad pressed the buzzer and said "Not good enough.  Undress
  and you stand here for a while."  The boy started to say he
  didn't have to do that, but Brad interrupted him and said,
  "you're right, you don't.  But if you want to be a monitor,
  you do.  It's either become an offender right now until I
  say otherwise, or leave the park."
  
  The boy stood there for a few seconds, and then looked
  around at the other kids who were watching.  Slowly he
  undressed down to his underwear.  "Those too" Brad said,
  showing no mercy.  The boy slipped his fingers in the band
  and pulled them down.  Brad gathered up the kid's clothes
  and went back to the monitor booth. He let the boy stand
  there for two minutes, then picked up the microphone and
  said "Monitor 1, first warning."  The boy looked startled,
  and didn't have a clue what he had done.  Brad gave him the
  second warning, then the third, then came in and said, "You
  aren't moving around enough for everyone to see you.  Let's
  go."
  
  The boy was scared as Brad led him out naked.  They went
  straight to area 4, where the girl who had first worked on
  Brad yesterday was there talking to a girl about Brad's age. 
  Two other kids, of monitor age were getting a discussion of
  how the equipment worked from one of the monitors Brad
  recognized from yesterday.  Brad interrupted him and
  explained the problem.
  
  The boy understood exactly, and said he would work on it. 
  Then he looked at Brad and said, "Why are you carrying
  clothes?  Offenders aren't allowed to have clothes.  Three
  minutes."  Brad was smiling as he handed the clothes back to
  the first monitor, who was overjoyed at being allowed to get
  dressed again.
  
  Brad lay down as the one girl showed the other how to strap
  him in and turn on the equipment.  As she started to pour
  the hand lotion on him, Brad started to squeeze the buzzer,
  but the experienced girl took it out of his hand.  She then
  reset the timer, saying "One minute penalty."
  
  Brad complained "But I have special status, you can't do
  that."
  
  The new girl hesitated, then picked up the timer and added
  another minute.  The first girl corrected her "two more,
  it's his second warning."
  
  Brad lay back, thinking that if he stopped considering it to
  be punishment, he could actually enjoy this.  Besides, he
  knew that tomorrow would be his brother's turn.  He still
  had to check out area 3 and 5, and, well, as much as he
  hated it, area 2 as well.  Oh, well, if the people there
  were doing their job right he'd be back here again.
  
  He wondered what they would do with his collar when it came
  off.  He hoped they would give it to him.  He already knew
  what he would do with it if they did, he would give it to
  Brian, with instructions to put it back on him if he
  deserved it.
  
  He didn't ask her to start the timer until after he had cum
  the first time.  When two minutes gone off the clock and
  four still remained, Brad had already cum three times.  The
  experienced girl put the buzzer back in his hand, but Brad
  never pressed it.