Brad in DANIP, Third Time is a Charm Chapter 3
by Aldric
Copyright 2005 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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Chapter 3

While Brad was being introduced to the peg seat, Kevin, Jim, and many other kids were finding out how the three detention process worked. All of the kids here for detention had a blue 'D' and a number painted on their chest and back. A high school kid of about 17 called for them to gather around.

"Okay, listen up detainees, I'm only going to say this once and if you blow it you can come back next week and hear it again. You are here for four hours. For some of that time you are free to wander around. Unlike the people who are in DANIP, you don't need a controller; however, you are prohibited from covering up at any time. If you are ticketed for covering up, you will receive additional time doing public service duties before you are allowed to return to wearing clothes. And if you get enough tickets, you earn more detentions. And people are allowed to touch you; stopping them earns you an automatic return trip. Everyone with me so far?"

"There are three parts to your day here. The middle part will take about two hours and you will earn points. The person with the highest points from each school can just sit around and watch everyone else do the last part." We have 3 boys and a girl from Walnut Elementary; 4 boys and a girl from Grove Elementary; 4 boys and no girls from Riverside Middle; 2 boys and no girls from Easton Middle, and nobody from Cedar High."

"The last part, the one you want to miss, is a trip to area 9. For those of you who don't know what that is, trust me, you want to win the contests and not go there."

"Now that brings me to the first part. In the next hour, you must go to the following mandatory areas: Area 5, the tickle area; Area 6, the spanking area, and Area 7, the rental area. Again, if you haven't been here, you'll learn. One difference between being a detainee and being an inmate is in area 7. You will be rented to the school that votes the most for you to perform community service for two hours. You will be naked for that time of course. So remember, 5, 6, and 7 are mandatory."

"You must go to either area 2, the Karaoke area; area 3, the touching and picture area; area 4, the masturbation area; or area 8, the school area. Pay attention now, you only have to go to one of those areas, and you can choose which one. Area 8 is new, and if you dare and are successful, you can use it to miss out on the wonders of area 9." By this time nearly all of the kids there for detention were confused, which was the effect desired by the boy giving the instructions.

"You will hear an announcement for the contests in about an hour. They will be held right here. I'll explain each of the contests as they start. Remember, you will be competing against kids from your own school, not the other schools."

"So to review, in the next hour, you must go to one of the following areas: 2, 3, 4 or 8, AND, you must go to areas 5, 6, AND 7. Remember you get tickets for covering up, and you get fines for any messes you make. The fines are paid by doing 30 minutes of community service at your own school for each fine. If you forget the rules, you will get another detention next week and maybe then you'll listen better. See you all in an hour."

Before anyone had a chance to head off anywhere, kid giving the rules walked back up to the podium and said "I forgot one rule. While you are here, if you become hard for any reason, you beat off to orgasm. That means you, you, and you should start right now" he said, pointing at three boys. The boy walked over to one of the girls and reached between her legs. Out of reflex she pulled his arm up and stepped back.

"And here is our first volunteer for a return visit next week, number 9" he said, making a note in a notebook he carried. Without another word, he reached for her groin again. This time she blushed but did not stop him.

"For you girls, if your clit is hard, you join the boys and play with it till you have an orgasm. Failure to follow this rule can bring you back here again next week."

Both of the girls began to stimulate themselves, which caused the rest of the boys to get hard.

"Okay, have fun and listen for the call to come back here" the boy said, stepping down from the podium. A young boy walked up to him and said "Sir? I don't know what that word means, organism."

"How old are you?"

"I'll be eleven next week."

"Well, you'll be here for your birthday then if you don't figure it out." The boy ignored anyone else who had a question and left.

Jim had heard the question and came over to the younger boy. "Do you play with yourself at home like you are now?

"Yeah. Well, not in front of people."

"Did you do it until it feels like you're going to pee, but nothing comes out. But it feels really good?

The kid blushed, but answered "yeah, sometimes."

The word the big kid used was orgasm, and that's what you need to do."

Kevin shook his head watching Jim watch the boy. He knew Jim was going to get off watching the kid get off. Being experienced here, Kevin finished as quick as he could, catching all of his cum in his hand. One by one the other kids were finishing, and people with yellow vests on were suddenly running through the group painting a "F" on kids who shot their sperm on the ground. It only took a few seconds for people to realize they had just earned a fine.

"I guess we'll be competing against each other for first place" Jim said to Kevin. "Do you want to go together?"

"You can come with me if you want, but I want to go find Brad first" Kevin said, heading off. Jim followed and they were lucky in that they ran into Brian right away.

"Brian, where's your brother?" Kevin asked. Then he that Brian's face was pale. "What happened to him?"

"That spanking was brutal, it really hurt him, and then he had another day added to his sentence already. After the stuff that you and he did to me, the humiliation seemed appropriate and I enjoyed putting him through the program. And I thought it would be funny to see him where he is now, but it wasn't. I wish the rules would let me just torment him, but they don't."

"I'm not allowed to tell you what's going to happen to him at school, and he's got a horrible week coming up too, but there's nothing we can do about. If I screw up, even a little, I find out what it's like to be a third time offender. Where is he?"

"Back there in that glass booth. I don't think he wants you to see him though." Kevin raised his eyebrows. "He has to use a special chair every place he goes from now on. It has a peg in it." Kevin and Jim both looked confused, so Brian explained "the peg goes in his butt."

"Is it hurting him?"

"The spanking really hurt him, but I don't think the peg does. I just think he really doesn't want anyone to see him like that. He doesn't know yet it isn't just here, he has to use it at home and school too."

"If he has to use it all week I'm going to see it anyway" Kevin said, moving off. Jim followed him, and Brian came along too.

"What about you guys, what's happening to you" Brian asked.

"The usual crap here, we have to go through most of the stuff. We have an hour though before the next thing starts."

Brian thought for a second, and then asked "When did the hour start?"

It suddenly occurred to Kevin that this place was designed to keep you off-balance and confused. It would be typical for them to really only have a portion of that hour. "Shit, good thinking, I owe you one. Come on Jim, we have to hurry."

"But why, I thought we were going to go see Kevin?"

Kevin tried to explain it to him as they headed to area 5.

"I hope you don't have to pee" Kevin said to Jim as they got to the tickle area. A crowd of kids were hanging around waiting for victims and Kevin and Jim were soon tied spread- eagled facing each other. Kevin stole a glance at the monitor's watch as feathers were being handed out to the crowd, then it was all he and Jim could do to not scream as the feathers rubbed them everywhere. They only had two short breaks to catch their breath before the next session began. Finally the monitor called for the feathers to be handed in. As he untied them, Kevin noticed that instead of the required 15 minutes it had actually been 18.

The monitor noticed that the cum Kevin had been carrying in his hand had spilled to the ground, so he painted 'F" on Kevin's leg, then put a '5' below that and one on Jim's leg. Both boys were hard again and Kevin had to drag Jim along while trying to beat off at the same time.

"I still don't understand why we have to hurry so much" Jim said, rubbing his own dick.

"Because, they aren't going to give us the full hour, and each of the places we go to are going to keep us longer than they should" Kevin answered. He shot into his hand as he pulled Jim into area 6. There were already several other kids here, six of the ones serving detention and four who were in DANIP.

"Plenty of room, come on in" said the girl monitor. "Who wants the big one?" she yelled.

A group of girls who looked like high school age called out and handed over their tokens. The girl in charge handed them some plastic paddles and asked them how they wanted him.

"In an 'X' and pull the ropes tight!" the girls yelled. As the monitor started positioning Kevin in the frame the girls had chosen, she saw some of the cum he had again collected drip down on the ground. "Whoops, that'll cost you some service time" she said as she painted two "F's" on him.

"Hey, why two of them" Kevin said before he could stop himself. She didn't answer him, but painted a third one on him and then told the girls "You each get 25, but make him count them and say "thank you ma'am" after each one or don't count it."

The monitor then pulled Jim forward, and a group of girls his age and younger got him. They wanted him over their lap, so the monitor gave them a chair and the plastic paddles and told gave them the rules.

The girls spanking Jim knew they could get away with murder, and the first one accused Jim of not counting one of her strokes. Jim argued with her until the monitor came over and painted an "F" on the back of his thigh.

"It looks unbalanced for him to have a letter on just one leg" the girl said to the monitor.

"You think so? You might be right; I'd better make it even." She painted an "F" on the other leg and the girls went back to spanking.

Kevin just kept trying numbers with each hit, sometimes they counted and sometimes they didn't. When the monitor released him and put the number 6 on him he guessed he had received about 50 from each girl. He watched, nervous about the time, as the younger girls kept after Jim.

When Jim was placed over the third girl's lap, she reached one hand down between his legs and began stroking him while she spanked him with the second hand. He counted all the stokes, and she didn't correct him, but she did slow down near the end. When she finished, she called the monitor over.

"He made a mess on my lap" she said. Even though there was nothing there, the monitor painted another "F" on Jim before adding the number. As Jim turned to leave, the monitor called him back.

"You're still hard, you need to take care of that."

"I will, on the way to the next area" he said, following Kevin out.

"Come back here, both of you" the monitor called, waiting until they both came back in. "You need to take care of it here before you leave." They were standing in front of over a hundred kids, all of whom were hoping for a show.

"Just hurry up and do it" Kevin said to him as Jim began stroking.

"If you're in such a big hurry, why don't you do it for him? Stand next to him and bring him off."

Kevin hesitated, hearing yells of approval from kids in his school, but he knew there would be consequences if he didn't do it, or if he had to be told twice. He moved next to Jim and began stroking Jim's dick, trying to find a way that would speed it up. It took nearly five minutes of their time, but finally Jim's knees buckled and, much to his surprise, he shot a small gob of cum, which landed on the floor before Kevin could catch it.

"Now you do him the same way" the monitor said to Jim as she painted another "F" on him. Realizing that the clock was running, Jim grabbed Kevin's soft dick and began bring it to life. Wanting to fight the feeling, Kevin closed his eyes and went with it, allow Jim to bring him off quickly.

The monitor painted another "F" on Kevin's leg, but then surprised them both by adding a number "4" to each boy. "Now get out of here, I've got a long line behind you" she said.

"God, I thought we were really screwed, but for some reason she helped us out. We picked up our optional area at the same time" Kevin said as they headed to area 7.

"Yeah, and it was the one area I think you didn't want to go to most of all. Am I right?"

"Yes, forced masturbation is not my idea of fun, especially one the big screen."

"What did the kid who gave us the rules say about area 7?"

"I think we have to spend two hours doing some kind of community service at the school that bids the highest for us."

They quickly mounted the stands, finding only one of kid from detention there. The bidding on that kid was just nearing the end as only two kids were still bidding, and one of them was counting his tokens.

"Going once; going twice; gone! Detainee number 3 is sold to Walnut Elementary for two hours of community service, and you get to decide what service he provides" the monitor said, making notes on a notebook after he painted the number 7 on the kid's back. Kevin noticed the kid only had one "F", but he also only had only been to area 3 before here.

"Okay, come on up here you two" the monitor said. "We have here a sturdy-looking and a nerdy-looking pair. Let's start with number 12, what am I bid for number 12?"

That was Jim's number, and the bidding went smoothly, ending with Jim being sold to someone in his own school.

Next came Kevin's turn. The bidding was taking longer as more people were bidding until a girl made a large raise. Kevin looked out to see who it was and shuddered. It was Brad's next door neighbor, to whom Kevin had said nobody would ever force him to go around naked or beat off in public.

No one else out bid her, and the monitor announced that Cedar high school would get some much-needed improvements completed, thanks to Niccole Kirby.

Jim and Kevin were just getting their numbers painted on when they heard the announcement that all of the kids in detention had three minutes to report to the detention center.

They were the first ones back, a fact that was recorded in the notebook of the kid who had read them the rules. He also counted the number of "F's", "T's", and areas they had painted on them and recorded that as well. Fortunately, neither Jim nor Kevin had a "T", but they each had Kevin had five "F's" and Jim had four.

It took twenty minutes before the last of the kids returned and were counted and recorded. Kevin poked Jim and pointed out the other boy from Jim's school had three "T's" painted on him. No sooner than he pointed and the unlucky boy was called to the podium.

"I think I forgot to tell you at the beginning that each ticket good for an additional four hours of community service at your school, and the second and subsequent tickets also count as detentions. Since this fine lad managed to earn three of them, he will be back here the next two Saturday's serving detention! Way to go number 5, everyone give him a big round of applause."

"Okay, now on to the contests" began the monitor. There are six contests, each worth 50 points. The points are divided amongst you, and the person from each school with the highest point total gets a break."

"The first contest is for visiting the wonderful areas of our fine APA. Only three people met the criteria to have completed this contest, number 12 from Easten Middle School; number 13 from Riverside Middle School, and number 1, also from Riverside."

Jim, Kevin, and the third boy got the most points, and the monitor pointed to a screen that showed everyone's points.

And we have a tie for making it back on time, with five of you here either early or on time." He went through the numbers and schools for this group of five, which included Kevin and Jim again.

"Next, we have the fewest number of fines." The monitor called out the numbers of the kids who won in this contest. Kevin noticed they were all younger kids from the elementary schools. Because of the difference in their fines, Jim was in first place but only by one point.

"Now we get to the fun stuff. First, we need to move over to where we can have some audience participation." The monitor led to the edge of the APA where hundreds of kids were milling about. A cheer went up as the naked detention kids were brought into the middle of the crowd.

"We want to see who can have the most orgasms in twenty minutes, starting right now!" the monitor yelled, catching everyone off-guard. Kevin lay down on the grass and tried to put everyone out of his mind and concentrate on getting hard.

But it was tough going as kids, especially boys, came around and made comments about his size, his technique, or anything else they could do to distract him. Kevin looked around and was thankful he wasn't a girl; the boys were kneeling down and squeezing in to get as good a look as they could as the girls tried to finger themselves.

When the time was finally over, Kevin ended up third from his school, but Jim was second.

"Now for some real fun, next we have ring toss. The girls have a real advantage here" the monitor said as other monitors passed out a popsicle stick to each of the girls. "Put that stick in your hole and make it stand straight up girls, boys, you have a built-in stick. The audience is going to play ring toss, and we count the number of rings around your stick."

"But, boys, here is where it gets hard, pardon my pun. The ring doesn't count if you are not hard. So get them up there and let's get started."

After spending twenty minutes beating off, Kevin had difficulty getting it hard again. When the time was up, he only had one ring; Jim had two. He looked at how the points were distributed and saw that there was only a small difference in the point spread since the girls had gotten most of the points. He was in second place in his school, but was trailing Jim by only 3 points with one contest to go.

"The last contest helps raise money for our schools. Our fine audience here has bought a lot of tokens, and now they get a chance to bid for pictures. This is a sealed bid, and points will be awarded based on the value of all the bids for each of our detention kids here. But only the highest bidder for a kid from each school will be the one who gets the pictures. So let's get those bids made and delivered."

It took some time for all the bids to be recorded, and this time they didn't call out the winners, instead they just put the points up on the tally board. Kevin and Jim kept watch for their points.

Jim had taken first place in this contest, getting 7 more points, outpacing Kevin's 4 for first place in overall points from their school.

The monitor called up each of the four winners of the picture contest by number. Jim got called first. "Well, young man, it looks like you will be sitting back and watching as most of these other kids go to area 9, but let's find out who bid the highest for pictures of you." He pulled open an envelope and read a girl's name, who jumped up. Jim's face paled when he realized she was one grade behind him and went to the elementary school he had just graduated from last spring.

"And where will do you want these pictures taken" the monitor asked her.

"At our carnival fund raiser in two weeks" she answered.

"That sounds real good, and darn embarrassing too. Maybe we can get him to do some of his community service there too. Good job, and tough luck."

The two girls had each finished first in their respective school, so they joined Jim while the rest of the boys were herded over to the infamous area nine where they were fitted with a sack around their balls and a plastic bottle attached to a belt on their chest. The bottle contained a chemical that would heat up their balls and also cause an erection. The heat helped produce more sperm.

"Everyone listen up" a monitor yelled. "This is the one area where violating a rule carries greater consequences than anywhere else. You are NOT allowed to touch the bottle or the sack at any time. Adjusting the setting, pulling the tube out of the bottle, or doing anything with the sack on your balls will earn you an automatic detention for each offense. If you get hard, and you will, you know what you need to do. The timers are set for 45 minutes, but you can't return here until your penis is soft. For most of you, that will take fifteen minutes after the last shot of the chemical. For some of you, it may take a little longer."

The timers were turned on and the 11 boys were led out the door where they had to mingle with the crowds again.

Kevin knew exactly what was going to happen, but even so the first shot of the chemical almost cause him to grab at his balls. As the chemical ran down the tube to the sack around his balls, his movement from the burning caused it to spread out over a greater surface area. Within minutes he was already getting hard and knew from experience that over the next hour he would probably shoot at least five times, each one likely to result in an additional fine.

He saw Jim standing next to Brian and tried to avoid them, but they had already seen him and were moving towards him. Kevin saw that Jim had a magic marker in his hand.

"For wining first place from our school, I'm allowed to pass one of my fines on to anyone I want" Jim said, smiling.

"No, please, Jim" Kevin started, ready to beg if necessary. "Some of by community service time will be done being part of those stupid experiments the class is doing. Don't give me more time; remember, Brad and I tried to help you."

"Yeah, I know, I just wanted to scare you. Me and the other three who finished first decided to gang up on the fifth and sixth graders, I gotta go tag one of them. I just wanted to say thanks for helping me out in here before I go."

"Isn't Pete here? Don't you have to take care of him?"

"I wish, but my mom didn't think it would be a good idea. The kid next door has him. Maybe next week if he's still in the program I can bring him."

Jim ran off with his marker, seeking out one of the elementary kids. "Can we go see Brad now?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah, his time is up." Brian paused for a second. "You know, when I was in DANIP, the worst time wasn't with my sister, it was when I was with my best friend and he had to treat me mean. Are you sure you want to go with me to get Brad?"

Kevin thought for a second, remembering when he was in DANIP and Brad got in trouble for being too nice to him, and even then he hated every thing Brad made him do more than anyone else.

"No, your right, it isn't a good idea. Can you tell him I thought of him and stayed away because I didn't want to make it worse for him?"

Brian promised him he would and the two split up just as one of the boys from the senior high came over to Kevin.

"Looks like you have five fines at 30 minutes a piece" he said to Kevin, handing him a sheet of paper and a pen. "That will be two and a half hours of community service at your school. Sign here." Kevin didn't read it, so he missed that the boy had written down three and a half hours.

"You also have two hours of community service at the high school, thanks to Niccole" he said, giving him another piece of paper to sign. If Kevin had read this one he would have noticed it said four hours instead of two. "We'll be looking forward to seeing you" the boy said as he left to catch up with another victim.

Jim came running over soon after. "Boy, I hope you read the paperwork closely" he said. "They told me ninety minutes of community service but the form said two hours. And the community service that I was bought for was supposed to be two hours but the paper said four. The worse part is I had already signed for the picture taking without reading it and he wouldn't let me see it again, so I don't know what they screwed up on that."

It wasn't a screw up" Kevin said. "It was intentional. I wish you had warned me earlier though, I didn't read any of them. It sucks to go first because there isn't anyone to warn you about all the tricks they play on you." Kevin was pissed, but he was smart enough to know there was nothing he could do about it now.