Brad in DANIP, Third Time is a Charm Chapter 8
by Aldric
Copyright 2005 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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Chapter 8

"Come on, I have to give you a shower and then take one myself" Brian said to him as soon as he hung up the phone. Brad had been hoping for a quiet evening at home on his last day as a full-fledged L3O, but now he knew something was up.

"We've been invited to a party. Deloris Apply said something about needing some more material for her science project and needs you there." Brad knew what that meant Deloris was watching the effect of prohibited masturbation by giving skill and memory tests. This would not be a fun party for him. "But her experiment is done, the paper was due today" Brad said.

"Doesn't matter, we've been invited and we're going."

When they got there they found five girls and Deloris's little brother Dean. Dean still had his L2O collar on and his hands were bound to it. One of the girls was Dean's best friend Ashley, who had conspired with Dean to force Brad into eating a worm. Dean's plans had included a blow job, but they had been interrupted by Brad's next door neighbor Niclole. Ashley's L1O collar was gone, and she, unlike Dean, was fully dressed. Dean was laying on the carpet sporting a very firm erection and trying to escape the reach of the paint brush in Ashley's hand.

"Oh, hi Brian, glad you could make it on such short notice" Deloris said. "We got permission to use two of the pills you've been giving to Brad all week, and he's been hard now for six hours. We're just doing a final push before we test him again, and he really has been begging us to release him."

"Yeah, I can see" Brian said. "By this time, I think Brad was ready to get off just from the wind blowing across it. Brad told me about the experiments, it makes science class next week sound like fun."

"As long as you aren't in DANIP, it can be. Look, we know we can't let Brad shoot, but we'd like to get him even more stirred up. We have the cream they use at ADA, some paint brushes, and even some dirty magazines. You can sit and watch, or participate, whichever you choose."

"I think I'll just watch. It isn't as much fun for me doing a guy, especially my brother. But be very careful, he has only shot once since last Friday, and that was Tuesday night. When I said I think he was about to get off from the wind, I really meant it. But you can use his seat if you want, I put the peg in that really drives him insane."

"Okay, and thanks for the warning. When we go to the next phase, we have to tie Dean down. Is that allowed for Brad?"

"Sure, why not, as long as it doesn't hurt him or choke him."

"Oh, it won't, we just need to keep him from rolling away from us and keep him on his back. The collar takes care of everything else. "Okay Ashley, it's time to run another set of tests on him and on Brad here; then we can start again.

They sat Dean up, but the tests were different. They were only testing memory and reflexes now Brad saw. He whispered to Brian "Please sir, can I talk to you for a moment in private?"

Brian pulled him away and asked what was up. "Please sir, master, little brother, anything, just please let them let me shoot when it gets to be eleven. Please do this, I'll do anything you want, chores, blowjobs, anything."

"Hey, I'm not falling for that trick, making agreements outside of DANIP is against the law, remember?" He saw the desperation in Brad's eyes. "Look, if you are a good boy and do everything they tell you to do without being asked twice; then I'll ask if any of them will volunteer. If one does, then I'll let them do it, I promise. But only if you do what you are told for the next two hours."

The plan was simple the girls did everything they could to stimulate the boys without letting them cum for half an hour, then they ran the memory and reflex tests. Then they started again. The whole thing was being taped for use in their report.

Brian watched for the first hour. The girls started by tying the boy's elbows and ankles to furniture in the room to keep them from rolling, and then used a paint brush to apply the cream that made their ball's burn and produce more cum. Brian hadn't noticed until now just how swollen Brad's balls were. Dean's balls weren't much smaller.

At the second hour, he again suggested the seat. This time he explained what it did. The two girls from Brad's class immediately understood and Brad was moved to the couch where he could sit. The effect was immediate and more than Brian had expected. He even whispered in Deloris' ear for her to back off some because he was afraid it was going too far and could cause harm to Brad.

Ashley asked what was special about the seat and Brian explained it to her. He came up and pulled Dean's legs back and told Ashley to insert a finger.

"Go ahead; it isn't as gross as you think. Just put some Vaseline on and slide it in. He'll resist, but tell him to relax and push your finger in."

Once she was inside him, Brian described what she was feeling for. She found it right away from the reaction she got. Within moments, Dean had reached a new height of frustration. He bucked and moaned, and tears were quickly running down his face as he begged for relief. Deloris looked at her watch and saw it was 10:45.

"Let's get one more set of tests done on the boys now" she said, recognizing Brian's concern for permanent harm. Once they had the tests done, she pulled Brian out of range. "Do you plan to let Brad cum? He's more desperate than Dean, and I'm going to let him shoot."

"I was going to offer him to any of you, but he isn't allowed to touch himself. One of you has to agree to it."

"What if I order Dean to do it; is that allowed?"

"Hey, that's a good idea. They can do each other. In fact, torture Brad just a little more, make suck off Dean but then start another round of tests so that he thinks he isn't going to get relief for himself."

"Boy, you sure are cruel" Deloris said.

"Dean, my little baby brother, you have been so good. Is this killing you?"

"Yes, please, I'll do anything, but you've got to let my hands go. Pretty please " he began blubbering.

"Well, if you let us paint the stuff on your balls one last time, and then if you ask Brad really nice and polite, I'm sure he'd love to give you what you need. What do you say, can you stand one more time?"

Dean shouted out no, and began to cry again as Ashley painted the cream on his balls. They waited a few minutes for the cream to really start working and then Deloris said "Okay, if you really can't stand it any longer, then ask nicely."

Brad knew this was a set up. All day long waiting for release from this torture, and instead he was going to supply it to someone not even as desperate as himself. He heard Dean's words thorough the tears.

"Please Brad, please suck my dick!"

Brad looked first at Deloris, who nodded her head. He then gave the most angry look he could muster to his brother, but he was in such need for release himself that he couldn't have looked anything like what he wanted. "Dean, sir, may I please suck your dick?"

He didn't even wait for the answer, instead he just rolled over and began. His lips slipped past the swollen head of Dean's dick and down the shaft, and right away he could feel Dean's dick start to twitch. On the second trip down, Dean raised his middle, and shot load after load into Brad's mouth. There was no way for Brad to swallow it. Brad wasn't even expecting that a sixth grader could shoot, let alone the volume of it.

When it was done, he rolled back over and closed his eyes, asking the heavens to just come and take him because he couldn't stand it any longer.

"Dean, was that good enough for now?" Deloris asked. Her answer was a enormous grin. "Okay then, it's your turn to help. We want you to spread the cream on Brad's balls now, but if you make him shoot you go back into the program again and we get to start over."

Brad moaned, not sure he could take another session. He wondered what time it was; not knowing if he had an hour until his sentence was relaxed or if it was past that time and Brian was just letting them torture him. The girls held him on his back as Dean carefully brushed the cream onto Brad's balls.

As Brad began to rock from the swelling in his balls brought on by all the cum they were producing, he heard the words he thought he would never hear.

"Now, Dean, it's time to repay the favor. Ask Brad if you can suck his dick."