Brad in DANIP, Third Time is a Charm Chapter 2
by Aldric
Copyright 2005 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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Chapter 2

The next morning Brian woke Brad up by pulling the covers off him. Brad's boxers contained clear evidence of a wet dream. "Damn, I warned you about that. Too late now though. You'd better go take a quick shower and come on down for breakfast, you don't want to be late on your first day."

After breakfast, Brad had to strip. Even though he knew he had to, it was still difficult, especially since his sister took a spot right in front of him where she had a clear view. Once his boxers came off, Brian handed him what looked like a big fishing net. It took some sorting out, but they finally spread it out and saw it was a tight mesh jumper that he had to pull on over his head. It came down to his ankles and had straps to pull it tight. There were several additional parts hanging down the outside that none of them could figure out. The front and back were open, giving free access to his groin and buttocks.

"I guess we'll have to have someone there show us how to put this on" Brian said, confused with all the extra parts.

"Is there a collar?" Brad asked.

"No, this is all they gave me" his mother answered. "Like Brian said, we'll find out when we get there. When they opened the garage door and got into the van, Brian directed Brad to ride up front. As they pulled out, Sam and Niccole from next door came out. Sam was the same age as Melissa, and Niccole was 15.

"I take they they're coming to watch too?" Brad asked with a sigh.

"Yes they are, and let's get off to a good start. Look at me" Melissa said. When Brad turned to face her she continued. "From now on, you look people in the eye, you don't look down. You say please and thank you for everything. And you call everyone sir or ma'am."

It had started once again. "Yes ma'am, thank you for correcting me" Brad said.

Brad saw they had moved the spanking machines from city hall to the APA. His mom parked and let them out in front. "Do you want me to pick you up, or will you walk home?" she asked.

"I don't know mom, I want to see how Brad handles this. I think I'll walk him home after he's done and then come back, but I'll call you if I change my mind. Is that okay?"

They checked Brad in and the man showed them the purpose for the extra folds of mesh material. He pushed one of Brad's hands into one and pulled the drawstring tight, then snapped a hook onto a corner of the mesh near Brad's nipple. Brian caught on right away and did the same with the other hand.

"See how it works? You've got a lot of places where you can put his hands and you don't need to mess with collars and locks. Go ahead and try to get your hands free" he said to Brad.

Brad struggled briefly, but couldn't move get his hands out of the tight mesh or reach the snap hooks.

"You can position his hands like this, at his sides, down to his ankles, behind his back, or up to his neck, depending on which set of mesh you use." He did a quick inspection and said "It looks like you have it on him just right. If you want, you can snap a hook between his ankles or above his knees to keep him still."

Next the man put the ankle strap on Brad's right ankle. "You can't remove this, so if there are any problems get him back here or to a fire station or hospital, they can remove it. Did you read what this is for?"

"Yeah, it makes a noise if he tries to go somewhere he isn't allowed to go to" Brian said.

"And it keeps you from forcing him somewhere too. If it begins to sound, I get a message on my beeper telling me his number and location. All the angels get the same message. See this patch?" He showed them a patch with white wings on it. "All the angels were this, and we have a card too. If you get caught doing something seriously wrong I can call the police and have you arrested."

He looked at Brad and said "and you can always request someone to call an angel if you think they are doing something wrong. But the other side of that coin is that any angel can add a full day to your sentence for any willful disobedience. And we can go to the court and recommend more than one day if we have to. Understand?"

Brad nodded, know all this was to protect him from the promises and stuff he had been put though last time and felt more comfortable with the changes.

Next, he wired a plastic label onto the front and back of the mesh vest. Brad was trying to read it, so Melissa helped. "It says, under penalty of law, do not cause or allow this person to be manipulated to orgasm for any reason."

"You mean I can't cum, not at all? But you said(" Brad saw the smile on Brian's face and knew he'd been tricked. He should have been prepared for it. He could have spent the last day beating off as much as possible, but it was too late now.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Melissa asked.

Brad remembered to look at her. "I'm sorry ma'am. Our wonderful brother tricked me into not masturbating the last two days. Thank you Brian for starting my punishment early."

"Okay then," the man said, "you have a few more minutes before you're day starts. Why don't you go stand over there where everyone can have a good look at you."

Brad was already desperate and they hadn't even started yet. As they walked over toward the spanking machine he asked his brother "Please sir, is there any way I'm allowed to cum? If I'm good, or if I ask, can I please?"

"There is nothing you can do to be permitted to cum. Anyone who allows you to can be punished by being put into the program. The only thing you can do is complete your sentence without having more time added" Brian said.

One of the girls from his science class came up and rubbed his groin, being careful to not touch his penis. "Oh, Brad, for the first time ever I'm looking forward to science class. We have so many wonderful experiments planned. I can't wait for next week to start."

After she wandered off, Melissa said "you're going to have to tell us what that is about" she said. "Which reminds me, we are supposed to tell you that you are not to tell a lie at all for any reason. Don't even tell a partial truth but leave out something you don't want somebody to hear. You answer all questions truthfully. You can be punished for any infraction of the rules."

"But you won't tell me what all the rules are until I break them, will you ma'am?"

Brian answered for her. "Actually, this time there are darn few rules. Look us in the face, say please and thank you, call us by titles, and do what you're told. That's just about it."

Brad didn't know where to believe him or not, but it didn't matter. His name was called and he made his way to the spanking machine, where he was told to stand and watch until everyone else was complete, then it would be his turn.

They had three machines, and started bring the kids up quickly. There were a lot of them, 16 in all. Crystal, Sandra, Pete, and Terry were there, as well as Dean and the girl who had helped him make him eat the worm, Ashley. He noticed she had a L1O collar on instead of a L2O like Dean did.

Watching Crystal and Sandra made him hard, and he was still erect when they brought him over to the center machine. The center pole was adjusted and he was bent down over it and fastened into place. Then the stuff that increased blood flow to the skin of his ass cheeks was applied. As before they waited until it the sensation of burning was very strong before turning the machine on.

The man announced he was to receive 24 strokes with short plastic paddles and Brad began to cry before he was half done. Each strike hurt, and the machine was set to run slowly, leaving 15 or 20 seconds between each hit. The time dragged on as the pain continued to build. After 12 strokes however, they stopped the machine and Brad thought they were going to let him go, but instead they put more of the burning ointment on his ass and adjusted the machine to a higher setting.

"This might hurt a little, boy, so get ready" the man said as he turned the machine back on. The pain was worse than any spanking he had endured. He remembered the boy at his aunt's house who was spanked by a man there and even Brian said he would never allow that man to hit him(now he knew what that boy went through.

Finally it was done and they released him. Brad staggered and Brian rushed up on the stage to help him. He whispered to Brad "I'm sorry Brad; its part of the program, there's nothing I can do. Don't get any time added because if you're here next Saturday they can add up to six more."

Brian led Brad towards the APA, where the rest of the crowd was headed to watch the unfortunates who were sentenced to spend the day there. But Brian walked past every one of the areas and headed right to the center of the park, next to area 9. Here was a small booth with glass windows all around and three chairs inside. As Brian pulled Brad in, a man was just finishing up greasing up a four inch long peg sticking out of the seat of one of the chairs.

"Come on in, I've got it all ready for you" he said, guiding Brad over to the chair he had just greased. "Just relax and it will only hurt for a moment."

"No way in hell are you making me sit on that thing" Brad said.

"Look son, I'm an angel, and I can make you sit on it. I strongly recommend you just let me guide you down."

Brian was trying to turn Brad around too, but Brad pulled free. "This can't be right; I want you to check with an angel."

"Brad, he is an angel, so shut up and do it, don't make a scene on your first day."

"Listen to what he's telling you Brad" the man said. "I am an angel, and this is part of the program."

Brad still resisted as Brian started to push him harder. The man tugged on Brian's arm, pulling him back. "We won't force him; he could fall and get hurt." To Brad he said "you are making a mistake. For now, I'm just going to replace that peg with a longer one, but when I'm done I'm going to lead you to it and expect you to sit down."

He pulled the peg from the seat and grabbed one that was about an inch longer. While he greased it up, Brad noticed that the pegs on the other two chairs were longer and thicker. Brian kept telling him not to fight it. As the man finished up, Brian almost had Brad convinced, but just then they heard a voice from outside.

"Wow, look everyone, they're going to make Weslo sit on that peg!" A small crowd started to gather around and once again Brad pushed away from the chair.

"Okay young man, you have just earned yourself an extra day. Now let us help you onto that seat or I'll go to court and ask to have a week added."

Brian looked at the man and decided to take a chance on the rules. "Look Brad, there's worse things they can do to you this time. This is not the time to be defiant."

"Be careful and don't say too much" the man said, but now Brad was letting Brian pull him back to the seat. "But if it works, then I guess that's good."

"My ass hurts so much from the spanking, and now this" Brad said as tears again rolled down his cheeks. The man spread Brad's cheeks apart and guided him right over the peg. "Just relax and it will slide right in without hurting. It only hurts if you resist" he said.

The initial entry was the worst, but once it was in an inch or so, Brad slid right down over it. His feet only just reached the floor. "There, now, it wasn't worth getting an extra day added now, was it" the man said. "Too bad that isn't all there is too it." He left the booth and was opening a door on the outside.

"Brian, I'm scared, what else is there? Please tell me."

"I can't, and that's final. But I will say that you shouldn't have gotten the next day added. Now if you get any more time added you're going to miss the Friday SRRB. That means you have to come here next Saturday I think you have to move over to the center chair."

Just then the man pulled what appeared to be a pistol from behind the door and handed it to the boy who had first seen what was going to happen. The pistol had a cable running from the end back inside the open door.

"Just pull the trigger a little bit" the man told the boy, and suddenly Brad tensed and tried to rise up off the peg, but couldn't get off. Brian looked shocked until Brad muttered "Shit, it vibrates too" and then Brian began to laugh.

The boy squeezed the trigger more, and the vibrations grew worse. Meanwhile the man came back inside and pulled Brad all the way back down on the peg, tying the mesh off to the floor to keep him from rising again.

"He's got four hours, you can wait outside or come back" the man said.

"I guess I'll come back" Brian said, wanting to go check out all the people sentenced here.

"Don't worry, I'll check on him from time to time, and nobody can get inside." The man looked at Brad, who was moaning as the kids took turns with the pistol. "There's a microphone in here that I can hear from my shed. If you need me, just call. I'll come right away." With that he closed and locked the door. He and Brian were only gone a few minutes before one of the kids found a piece of string and tied the trigger back all the way on the pistol so they didn(t have to hold it any longer.