Brad in DANIP, Third Time is a Charm Chapter 4
by Aldric
Copyright 2005 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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Chapter 4

Brian hurried back to the booth where Brad was stuck sitting on his peg. "He sure looks miserable" Brian thought to himself as he approached. He saw the pistol grip that controlled the vibrator attached to the peg and saw that it had been tied down and quickly worked the knot loose to stop it.

"Hey, let's go home" he said softly as he entered the booth. He could see that his big brother had been crying, something he had never seen before DANIP. "But you have to ask me to help you up."

Brad looked at his brother, defeat written all over his face. "Brian, would you please help me up?" he asked.

Brian didn't even wait for him to finish asking it before he stood on the back of the chair and began to lift Brad up by the shoulders until he could clear the peg. He made sure Brad could stand on his own before jumping down.

Brad took a step towards the door and Brian suddenly wondered why he had to be the bad guy. "Brad? Ask me if you can bring the seat home with you."

"What? No, not that." Brad stood there for a moment. "Please tell me this are you doing this or are you supposed to?"

"You have to use it everywhere you sit. Even at school. I'm sorry Brad, but that's the way it is."

Looking sadder than he ever had in his 13 years of life, Brad asked "Brian, can I bring the seat home with me?" With his hands confined to his chest, he couldn't carry it so Brian picked it up.

"You forgot to say 'please'" said the man who had helped put Brad on the stool that morning.

"Sir, can I PLEASE take the stupid seat home with me" Brad said, trying to muster as must defiance as he could.

Brian put his hand over Brad's mouth and turned to the man. "Sir, I don't know if you're doing it on purpose or if it's just Brad, but you kind of bring out the worst in him. Could you let me take care of it please?"

The man stared at Brian for a long time before telling Brian to step outside. He closed the door, leaving Brad standing in the booth. They talked for several minutes before Brian turned and came back inside. He didn't make eye contact with Brad, but said "Brad, tell him you're sorry."

Brad knew he couldn't win, and realized he must have gotten Brian in trouble too. "I'm sorry sir; I shouldn't have said it like I did. Can I please take the seat home with me?"

The man starred right into Brad's eyes for a few seconds before saying they could go.
Brian led the way, but as Brad stepped out of the booth the man stepped in between them. "Here's something you don't know, and I'm not sure I should even tell you. Every angel keeps a log of every contact we have with a DANIP juvenile and we record what we think of them good and bad stuff. The logs are shared, and your SRRB and Judge Eckerd will have them. How you get treated should match how you act. Next time you come to see me I have a choice of which seat to give you, and which peg to put in the seat. I had better read some good things about you if you come back here or you'll be finding out how the long and thick pegs feel. Got it?"

Brad starred at the ground. "Yes sir, I've got it."

"No you don't, not yet. Look at me! You were told to look people in the eye and speak plainly and loud, weren't you. Try it again."

Brad looked first at Brian, who was looking down at the ground himself, then looked at the man. "Yes sir, I've got it." He paused a second before adding "I thought angels were supposed to be nice."

"Be nice to smart-mouthed juvenile delinquents? Why would you ever think that was going to happen? Try accepting blame for your predicament, and doing what you have to in order to end it even if you don't like it. Maybe then an angel will cut you a break."

Without another word he turned and walked off.

"I'm really sorry Brian, what did he say to you?"

Brian walked on for several paces before turning back and saying "He asked if I know what happens if he tells the judge that I don't care enough about my responsibilities to enforce the rules. And I do know what happens you and I both get sent back. And I'm not going to let you be the reason I end up as a second offender."

He turned around and started walking again, faster this time. Then suddenly he turned again and added in a softer voice "and he gave me a detention. I don't want that either. That reminds me, Kevin wanted to come and see you, but I told him I thought it would make it worse for you. It did for me when I had to take orders from Tom. He wanted you to know."

"Again, I'm sorry Brian. You do what you have to and stay out of trouble. Besides, unlike summer you don't have to take care of me all day long. Ever since that day I pantsed you in the gym my life has been kind of like a train wreak anyway, so just do what you need. I'll survive."

"I'm not going to have to put a suicide watch on you or anything, am I?"

For the first time since he came back from Washington, Brad smile. "No, I'm not that desperate. Besides, it would be kind of hard to do with this thing on" he said, referring to the fishnet he was wearing. "But if you expect me to go six days without beating off, I may change my mind."

Brian turned to look at him again. "Brad, no one is allowed to touch you or allow you touch yourself. The judge said you will find ways to do it, and we have to find ways to stop you, including more punishments. But if I allow you to, I go back in."

"I guess like a prisoner who has to try to escape, I'll have to try to find a way to do it. But I'll do my best not to get you into trouble."

"I'm kinda serious about that suicide watch. Are you going to be okay?"

"I'm not going to kill myself" he said with conviction, "so stop worrying about that. I think I just didn't get enough sleep last night. I've been worried sick about what was going to happen to me. I guess I still am. And it wasn't very kind of you to start my punishment early though by telling me not to beat off."

"Yeah, it sounded like a lot better idea then than it does now. Nothing says I can't tell you the worst of it, you'll find out soon enough anyway. Since most of the punishment is designed to keep you from being able to cum, just to make it worse you give blow jobs. You have to suck off any L2O we see, and anyone who asks you to give them one. Controllers of L1O's can ask you to suck off their charges. The rules stress that thee times on a school day and six times on a weekend day is the minimum, and there isn't any maximum."

Brad stopped walking and said "Oh shit! Sir. Pete Baker is a L2O."

"Yeah, he is, so that means that you'll be giving him a blow job every day at school; and because he's a L2O it's mandatory. And probably Jim too, you know he's going to ask. And you have to ask first and then say thank you when you're done.

"Wait a minute; you said I had to do it if any one asks. What about adults? Angels? DAD?"

"No, no adults, only kids in ninth grade or below. Now do you see why I'm worried about you? You will have to do this in school."

"I'm still not going to kill myself. Look, I gave several to you, to Sam, to our cousin and his friend, even to Kevin. I don't like it, and it is very humiliating, but not enough to do something like hurt myself. At least fix for a weekend day you said? Does that include today?"

"Yeah, it's the real reason I didn't want Kevin to come over. But I can't do it that many times, so if you want to invite anyone ask me and I will. But everyone in school already knows this, so who knows, someone may show up on their own."

"Thanks for telling me, and thanks for Kevin. Do you have to be there when I do it?"

"Would you rather have Melissa there? Actually, anyone who knows the rules can be your controller, so if you trust them let me know somehow and I'll leave. Its funny making you do it, but even humiliating my big brother can get boring after a while. Oh, and I have a palm pilot to give you, you have to keep a log. I'm supposed to check it every night. Remember to be honest, even if you didn't meet the minimum number."

"What happens if I don't have enough?"

"Then I have to justify why it's okay or punish you. I can carry them over to the next day if I want. But again, it matters more to be honest. Anyone is allowed to read the log and if they find out it isn't correct bad things happen and don't ask me, I'm not going to tell you. Just be honest."

"So I have to put people's names in it?"

"Only if they are DANIP members, then you do. For everyone else, just the time and where you were. Come on, let's get home."

When they got home Brad followed Brian to the room they shared. 'We may as well get this started Brian, may I please suck your little tiny weenie?"

Brian smiled, but then issued a caution. "Don't ask like that if anyone is around, we're allowed to give spankings lots of them, and hard ones too. And other stuff too. Please don't make me do that, I don't like hurting you. But, yeah, a blow job does sound like a good idea."

He locked the door to the bedroom and took off his shorts and boxers. "Too bad it's not hard, but you'll get it there for me" he said, lying back on the bed. Brad knelt on the floor next to him and pulled the limp cock into his mouth, using his tongue around the tip until he got a response. Once it was hard, he began a swift up and down motion on the shaft, causing Brian to moan.

Brad felt his brother rise up slightly and knew it he was ready to cum so he took a deep breath and increased his rhythm until Brian drove into his face and shot a few wads of cum into his mouth.

As soon as he shot, Brian lifted his head and said "If you spit any out, you have to clean it up with your tongue. You're supposed to swallow it all."

Brad looked slightly green, but he swallowed it down. "Thank you sir for letting me do that. May I do it again sir?"

"No, not right now. But you know, if you could have acted like this in the booth, it would have gone a lot better."

"That guy kind of ticked me off. He knew the kids had tied the pistol grip down, but he didn't help me. There was a microphone in there, and he could hear me calling him and crying, but he ignored it."

"Yeah, he kind of freaked me out too" Brian said. "I think I will say something to mom about him."

"No, don't. I screwed up and maybe I have to go back there next Saturday too. If you say something it may piss him off."

Just then the doorbell rang and they heard Melissa answer it. From her reaction, they both looked at each other and said "Jim brought Pete over." Brian hurried to put his pants back on as they could hear footsteps coming up the hall.

Brad got up and opened the door just as they got there. Pete had his arms bound to the collar and Melissa was pulling him along by his penis, which was erect. Jim followed him in.

"Thought you two would be happen to see each other" Jim said. "Is there something you want to ask him?" he said to Brad, grinning wickedly.

Brad looked at his sister and immediately blushed.

"Oh, yeah, we can still humiliate him" Jim said. "But I'm still waiting for you to ask Pete a question."

Pete didn't look to happy about it either, but there was nothing he could do.

"Please sir, may I suck your dick?" Brad asked, turning even a darker shade of red. Having to ask that to someone who hated him, in front of three younger kids, one of them his sister, was humiliating. He knew that doing it in front of an audience was going to be worse.

"You can tell him 'yes' Pete, but do it nicely" Jim said.

"Yes, I would like it very much if you would" Pete said, his face turning almost the same color as Brad's.

Brian pointed to Brad's bed and Pete sat done on the edge, forcing Brad to kneel in front of him. Pete's dick was already going soft, but swallowing back some bile, Brad used his tongue around the tip to get him hard just as he had with Brian. Pete was reluctant to performing in front of an audience, and Brad had to keep working on the tip to keep him hard. It took several long minutes before Pete finally jerked his hands forward and then kicked his legs back under the bed and shot.

Brad swallowed it down, finding it thicker and stronger than Brian's. "Thank you sir for letting me do that" he said.

"Too bad I can't have him return the favor" Jim said. He looked at Brian and said "But how about you? Do you want one?"

Brian looked at Melissa, who got the message. "I think I'll go watch TV for a while" she said, heading towards the door. "But I would like a chance to play with your new toy for a while before you leave Jim."

"Please Jim, don't make me do this. I'm sorry and I'll never tease you again. Please?" Pete's chin was shaking.

"You should have heard him beg when I made him do it to his best friend Terry" Jim said.

"Why is he a L2O, I thought he and Terry were guilty of the same thing?" Brian asked.

"Because it was his plan all along to get back at Kevin and Brad, even though Brad didn't do anything to him. The only thing he did right was tell the court that Terry didn't want to go along with it but he called him a chicken. Then he found out that Brad made me give the blow jobs to the other kids in my class and teased me about it."

Brian knew what really happened because Brad had told him. Brad and Kevin made up a story that Jim had broken a rule and they were going to tell the judge unless he sucked off all the boys. The truth was that Jim was gay and wanted to do it, all Brad did was give him a cover story.

"Sounds like a good enough reason to me" Brian said, removing his pants again. "Brad, why don't you make our guest feel comfortable?"

"Jim, sir, may I please suck you dick for you?" Brad asked.

"Yes you may. And I like that part, so Pete, you need to ask Brian the same way."

Feeling even worse than before, Pete repeated the words to Brian while Brad started in on Jim. When they were done, both Brian and Jim sighed as Brad thanked Jim for allowing it. "Why don't you guys switch off this time" Jim said.

Pete and Brad passed each other as they each moved to do their own brother. Brad expected a look of anger on Pete's face, but all he saw was shame and embarrassment. After they were done, Jim asked Brad to do Pete again and Jim made room for Pete to sit down on Brad's bed. The second time was no better than the first, and Brad knew he was going to be told to do this in school. Monday was looking like it might be a very horrible day.

When he was done, Jim dressed again and took Pete out to the hallway and called Melissa to come and take him away for awhile. She hurried up, taking a key that Jim offered. "I'm going to go introduce him to my best friend Sam" she said as she told Pete to follow her. "You're going to like him" she said to Pete, "and his sister Niccole will like you."

Once she and Pete were gone, Brad did what he thought Jim wanted. "Please sir, may I suck your dick again?"

"No, actually, I don't think I can get it stiff again, Pete's been busy." Jim looked over at Brian but asked Brad "Did you ever tell him, you know, about "

"He knows the truth, I told him" Brad said, and then remembered " sir."

"I never thanked you for lying in court about what really happened. You told the truth about everything else, why save that lie? And you can cut out that 'sir' crap when it's just us around."

"No sir, I can't cut it out, or both of us will get into trouble. I don't really know why I protected you."

"I do" Brian said. "It's just like with Todd; there are a few people in the world you just treat differently than any others."

"Todd's our cousin, he's nine" Brad said to Jim.

"When you say this Todd is like me, you mean he's gay?"

"NO!" both Brad and Brian said together.

"Brad used to bully and pick on everyone; it took nothing for anyone to piss him off, except Todd."

"Brian's right. If Brian touched me, or did something I didn't like, maybe just because he was around, I'd push him or do something to him. But Todd could jump on me, call me names, he could even come in and wake me up, and never once did I ever do anything but tickle him."

"There are just a couple of people in the world that Brad treats differently, and you're one of them. Although it is easy to like Todd."

"Yeah, but I really don't like Jay, especially after last month at the lake" Brad said. "Jay's our cousin too, he's Todd's big brother, he's my age but the same size as Brian."

"Uh, that reminds me, they're coming here in two weeks to show off the baby" Brian said. The look on Brad's face was one of pure horror.

"But I'll have my clothes back by then, won't I?" Brad asked.

"I can't say anything. I shouldn't have even said that much" Brian said.

Brad looked at Brian, but Brian wouldn't offer any more information. "Why don't you show Jim you're new chair seat" he said after a few minutes, bring another flush to Brad's face. Brian put it down on Brad's bed and helped his brother back onto it.

"Wow, does it hurt? What's it feel like?" Jim asked.

"Would you like to try it out sir?" Brad said in a squeaky voice.

"Hey, no sarcasm; just answer his question" Brian said sternly.

"It hurt at first, but then it just makes you feel like you need to go. But it's really uncomfortable and I can't move around."

Just then the door swing open, startling Brian, who hadn't put his pants back on yet, and Brad, who was trying to find a comfortable position. Brad was almost able to get off it completely.

Sam, the 11 year old from next door burst in and walked right over to Brad and said "blow me!"

Brad struggled to get up and Jim helped him, which got Sam's attention as he noticed the peg for the first time. "It just keeps getting worse every time for you, doesn't it" he said as he dropped his trousers and boxers.

"Please sir, may I suck your dick?" Brad asked once again as Sam sat down on Brian's bed. Brian decided it was time to get dressed again in case someone else showed up.

"Yeah, you can; and don't stop until I tell you."

As Brad started in on it, Brian introduced Sam to Jim.

"Wasn't my brother at your house?" Jim asked. "He would have been unhappy to do the same."

"Yeah, but I didn't want my sister and Mel looking at me while he did it." He surprised Brad by shooting almost instantly, and actually produced a little bit of cum.

"Hey, you actually shot some" Brad said as he swallowed it down and went back to work.

"Yeah, I got two hairs too" Sam said proudly.

"Well, I want to go see what the girls are doing to Pete" Jim said.

"Hang on, I'll take you over and introduce you" Brian said. "Sam, do you know the rules?"

"Yeah, Mel and I read them together. Don't let him touch himself, and all the other stuff. Pete's getting a shower, but I don't think he's having much fun."

Sam closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. Brian and Jim left to go watch the shower trick that Sam had first discovered with Brad.

When Brian came back later and Sam left, Brian got out the palm pilot and attached it to where Brad could get his hands on it. He showed him how to use it and where the log was. "How many did you do?"

"Well, I did you twice, and Pete twice, and Jim once. Then I did Sam three times. My jaw is actually sore."

"That's only eight, so I'll want one tonight before we go to sleep. And Brad, I can't keep warning you, you have to say sir or call me mister all the time. I don't want to punish you, but I will not let that stop me from keeping myself out of trouble."

"Yes sir, I'm sorry. You're right, I have been forgetting, thank you for reminding me" Brad said as his ears burned. "I'm supposed to log that kind of stuff too, aren't I?" he asked.

"Yeah, so am I. But, aw, never mind, just go ahead and enter it, the time will be recorded automatically."

"But if I record that you reminded me then you can get into trouble, can't you. You need to punish me, not remind me, is that correct?"

"Yeah, but "

"But nothing. Instead of a sir, you're an asshole."

"Brad, why are you doing this?"

"Because I told you I wouldn't be the reason you go back into DANIP. Now sir, are you going to do something you can put in your log first, or do I have to call you an asshole again?"

"You have to choose either a hard spanking or add time to your sentence."

"Can you tell me, I'm sorry; Sir, can you tell me how much more time or how much more spanking?

"No, not until after you choose."

Brad thought about it, remembering that Brian had already said he didn't like hurting him, so he took a chance and said "Add time to the sentence."

Brian took his palm pilot and logged the decision and why he did it in his log. "I'm adding one hour to your sentence." Just then he realized what had happened. "You idiot, you needed to choose the spanking" he said to Brad.

"Why? You said you didn't like to hurt me." Then he too realized why that was the wrong response. With the extra day that had been added to him by the angel in the APA, he now would be a L3O until noon on Friday. Which was after the last SSRB before the weekend. "Can I change my mind?"

"No, not now that I've recorded it. I can't erase any entries. Shit, I didn't mean to do this Brad. I'll go with you to the board and see if they will remove the hour I added. Just don't screw up and get any more time added."

Because he hadn't slept much the night before, Brad slept until Brian woke him the next morning. Brad hated to be woken up, but recovered quickly without doing anything regrettable.

"Thank you for waking me sir, could I please suck your dick?"

"Yeah, that would be a good way to start the day. And after breakfast you have to make all the beds and clean our room."

Brian got into position and Brad took his penis into his mouth, then spit it out. 'Please sir, could you shake it off better next time?" Brian laughed, and then apologized.

The day was almost boring. A few kids came by, most hoping for a few minutes alone with Brad, but by late afternoon Brad had sucked off nine kids.

That night he had a dream about Crystal and woke up with a boner but no way to satisfy it. He finally dozed off again, and it seemed like just a few minutes later Brian was waking him again.

"It's Monday, we've got school" is all Brian said, knowing it was the day Brad had been hoping would never come.

Brian had reminded him to bring his seat, and made him sit on it on the bus. Brad was glad it wasn't the first time as each bump drove the peg into him. As he and Brian got off the bus, Brad saw the principle and the four board members waiting in front of the school. He figured they weren't there to tell him how nice it was to be at school. As they walked up, the principal asked Brian if Brad had been spanked in the last two hours. Brad wondered about this, but Brian answered right away that he had not been.

"Well then, I demand it. And I want the SRRB members to deliver it." Brad was taken over to a bike rack and made to bend over it. The boy went first, using his open palm to deliver 16 stinging blows to Brad's right cheek. Then the girls took turns, the first doing 16 to the same side the boy did and the other two to the other cheek. None of them had hit real hard, but the numbers added up and Brad was just barely able to hold back tears.

Thinking he was done, he started to rise, but the principal pushed him back down. "Wait until we're done and I tell you to stand up."

Brad wondered what was next, but found out before he was ready. A loud SNAP came from his backside and the right side of his butt exploded into pain. The boy didn't slow down; he delivered the next seven strokes with the rubber strap in short order before passing the strap on to one of the girls.

By the time the last girl was done Brad was openly crying and worse yet, he had gotten an erection. The principal told him to stand up and turn around, and as soon as the principal saw his boner it was pointed out to the students who had gathered around.

"Hey, he didn't say thank you for the spanking" said the boy on the board. "He gets a punishment for that too, doesn't he?"

"Yes, he does. Do you choose time or additional spanking?" he asked Brad.

Brad's backside was on fire, he couldn't stand another spanking right now. Speaking to the four SRRB members he said "I'm very sorry sir and ma'am for not thanking you. I choose time."

The boys said "give him all four" but one of the girls said "No, just one hour will suffice." Then the boy said "Let's see what his log says."

They took his palm pilot and turned it on, going to the controller log where they saw the entry that Brian had made last night. "See, he was punished for the same thing last night" the boy said. "I say we add four hours."

The four of them decided to vote and ended up adding two more hours to Brad's sentence. He was now up to 2 P.M. on Friday, and he had hardly started. He knew he had to remember better.

"Thank you for correcting me and added to my sentence." The boy made an entry in the log and went to give the palm pilot back to Brad, but the principal took it instead and handed it to Brian, who had been standing by waiting to take Brad to his first class.

"He won't need this for a while, you hang on to it" the principal said. Seeing the look of confusion on Brian's face she pointed to the last bus in the row. "He'll be leaving school for a little while." Grabbing hold of the mesh at Brad's elbow, she started pulling him towards the bus. Brad and Brian both saw it at the same time in blue letters on the side were the words "Bakersfield Boys Ranch" which both boys knew was a work farm for teens in trouble.

"No, there's been some mistake" Brian said; "my parents wouldn't send him there without telling me!"

Brad was resisting, not believing he was being sent away. "There's been no mistake" was all the principal would say. A very large black man in a crisp uniform saw them approaching and stepped off the bus.

"No, you can't take him. I promise you, there's a mix up somewhere. Just let me call my parents and straighten this out" Brian said, and Brad could hear the emotion in his brother's voice.

Brian Weslo, please stand aside. You can go and call you parents if you want, but if you interfere I'll give you a detention!"

Brad turned to him just as the man reached out a hand the size of Brad's face and grabbed hold of the mesh across Brad's chest. "Brian, go call mom, please" he said, his voice shaking.

"I'll take it from here" the man said. Then, putting his face an inch from Brad's face he shouted "Get on the bus!" He stepped aside and Brad started to take a step until he stepped right back in front of Brad.

"What do you say?" he shouted again.

"Yes sir, thank you sir" Brad said nervously.

"You had better learn to speak up when you're talking to me you little turd."

"YES SIR, THANK YOU SIR" Brad shouted, his knees shaking.

The man stared at him for a few seconds before stepping aside once again. Brad made one last look around; it looked the whole school had been there to watch his final departure.

"Eyes forward! Don't look around, just get on the bus!"

Brad hurried up and got on board. There was one other boy on board sitting on the driver's side in the first row of seats. He was dressed in jeans and a muscle shirt and looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old. He made eye contact with Brad for a moment, and then let his eyes sink down to Brad's midsection before looking at the back of the driver's head again.

The man propelled Brad to the seat right behind the other boy and pushed him into it. He strapped a seat belt across Brad as the driver closed the door and pulled out of the school.

"You look at the back of that other turd's head and no place else. I catch you looking around and you'll wish you hadn't" the man said, sitting down behind Brad.

The bus headed out to the BBR with two scared inmates on board.