Brad, Second Time Offender Part 2 By Aldric Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved. ***** This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. Comments may be made to Pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com ***** Brad, Second Time Offender Part 2 Brad saw the first change during check-in, when the man behind the desk poured him a cup of water from a cooler. "We've had some trouble with dehydration this summer, so you are required to drink one of these an hour. If you feel thirsty, or get a headache, ask for more, you can drink as much as you want." After he had drunk the water a large number 12 was painted on his back and left arm, this time in red paint to show that he was a second-time offender. Matt and Melissa left to check out the park, especially since this was Matt's first time in the APA; he had not been sentenced here when he was an offender. Brian decided to start Brad off in area 3, where touching and pictures were allowed. The first thing he wanted was a good picture of Brad that showed that his collar and backside were both about the same color. As before, he explained to the photographer that he wanted something his mother could put on the mantle, so nothing pornographic. As before, the photographer knew his business, producing the picture that Brian wanted on his first try. Next, Brian took Brad to area 2 only because he knew that Brad hated singing. He wanted to make Brad sing kids songs as Brad had done to him, but even when they were little kids Brad never sang or danced to anything, so Brian had nothing to pick from. He decided to just let the monitor run it. Brad used his tokens to bet with, and he won twice. Brad had to sing two songs before he finally got the lowest vote count, which earned him a penalty but at least it got him out of the area. As Brian came back to collect Brad, the monitor was explaining the options, but Brian cut him off and thanked him for the information, telling him he knew the rules. He headed for Area 7, the auction block, which Brad had already expected. When Brad had brought Brian here, area 7 was brand new. Brad auctioned Brian off for 4 additional hours to Brian's girlfriend. Brian had not described what she had done to him in those 4 hours, but he thanked Brad for helping to make sure it was her who had the high bid instead of some stranger. For losing in area 2, Brad knew that Brian could only auction him off for 1 hour, but it would be up to Brian to determine if that hour was part of his sentenced time or in addition to it. Brad was glad now that he allowed Brian to complete the time he was auctioned off for as part of his sentenced time, he hoped Brian would now return the favor. There weren't many people in area 7, and only one girl seemed interested in Brad. Brian decided to try and get her to bid more than the minimum 1 token, so he ordered Brad to "show her what she can get if she wins," and told him to get hard. Knowing it was inevitable, Brad started rubbing and immediately asked for permission to cum, which was denied by Brad. But Brad also knew the rules, if he got hard, he only had 3 minutes to cum or he was assigned extra time in the spanking area. Brian had forced him to have to choose between area 4 or another rule violation. Knowing that he was going to cum eventually anyway, he went to work on shooting, but even so it took him 4 minutes. He called out the obligatory (and hated) "I'm cumming!" just before he shot. This caused another girl to enter the bidding, and Brian eventually got 6 tokens for the one hour auctioned time. Thinking they were done here, Brad turned toward area 4, where he knew he was going anyway, but the monitor came over and told him he made a mess, it would cost 3 tokens to clean it up. Brad stared at him in disbelieve, learning that another new rule had been implemented. Brian offered to loan Brad the three tokens, but it would cost him to repay the loan. "I'll pay to clean up all of your messes here, but to repay me you have to do some chores as part of your sentence. For every 5 tokens I pay, you have to do one week of chores assigned to Melissa and me. Or, you can earn the tokens yourself, but if you do I won't count the time you spend earning them as part of your sentence." He left it up to Brad to determine how he wanted to earn the tokens. Each week, all three of the Weslo kids were given various chores. They typically took 2 or 3 hours to complete; some had to be done on a certain day, like laundry, but most just had to be done during the week. All three kids hated the chore jar, because they never knew what chore they would draw. Brad called to the girl who lost the bidding war and offered her an hour for four tokens, but she was only willing to give him 2. Brad decided her price was too low, and made the same offer to the girl who had won. The girl knew she was in control, and only offered 1 token. Again, Brad knew he couldn't accept it, and finally gave up. "Do I have to remain naked and wear the collar until all the chores are done?" he asked. Brian hadn't thought about that. "Once your sentence is up, we'll take the collar off. From then on, I'll take you on your word that you will do the chores. And you have to be naked and act as if you are in the program when you are actually doing the chores, even though you are actually a non-violator. Do I have your word on this?" "I promise you that I'll do the chores as if I were still an offender," Brad said to Brian and Brian went ahead and paid the monitor who was still waiting to clean up. As they were leaving, Brian pointed out that another hour had passed, so Brad drank the required 10 ounces of water. Brian then surprised him by taking him to the rest area for an hour. When they got ready to leave, Brian told him to drink water again. By this time, Brad could feel his bladder filling, and asked if they can go to the restroom, but Brian told him of another rule change. "All of the bathrooms are off limits for offenders, you'll just have to hold it until we get home." Brian thought about having Brad ticked in area 5, but wasn't sure how bad he needed to pee and decided to wait a little longer. He was taking Brad to area 6 for a spanking session when they met up with Jim, who didn't have Kevin with him. Brian ordered Brad not to talk to Jim unless he told him to, and they went to see what he was doing. "I'm just checking out the park for a few minutes," Jim explained. "That sure was a lot of spanking this morning. Kevin told me to tell you he's sorry if it's his fault you got the spanking," he said to Brad. Brad nodded his head in acknowledgement, but didn't say anything. "I want to remind you again, if you try to be Kevin's buddy and you don't force him to learn, he'll end up with a longer sentence again," Brian said to Jim, much to Brad's relief. "Obviously, someone is watching and reporting back to the judge." Jim blushed before saying, "It was my dad; he's the one keeping watch. He saw Brad and Kevin running, and Kevin wasn't naked. When he's around, I'm being hard on Kevin, same thing when my brother and Terry are there, but Kevin and Brad helped me out of a real problem, and I don't think its right to punish them for that." "You're the same as Brad," Brian said, shaking his head. "They aren't being punished for helping you. Brad was told not to call you, yet 5 minutes after being told that he got caught trying; that's why he's here. And Kevin was whining and complaining even when he was with me, and Brad didn't do anything about it, so the judge decided to make him go another 3 days. The point is, Brad is here because he violated an order from the judge; it's not Kevin's fault. And Kevin needs to be brought down a peg; he still acts too much like a bully." Jim thought about it for a few minutes as they completed the walk to area 6. "What goes on in here?" he asked. "This is the spanking area. I'm going to use up most of the time I'm allowed to send Brad here now; do you want to take a turn? He also has a five minute penalty for not cumming within 3 minutes, so I'll give you that five plus ten minutes no charge if you want." "Sure, I'll go for it. I understand what you're telling me, but I still think that it's unfair, and I'm not going to spank him hard enough to hurt him," Jim said. "That's okay," Brian said. "The point isn't about pain, it's about humiliation. Besides, the little plastic straps they give you don't hurt at all, I was spanked for an hour without relief and it only began to hurt bad right at the end." As they went in, they found another rule change even Brian didn't know about. The monitor saw the red paint on Brad and instead of giving Jim a flimsy piece of plastic, he gave him a 12 inch long length of rubber about a quarter of an inch thick. While still very flexible, Brad and Brain both realized that it would hurt worse than the plastic. Jim took Brad over his knee, and quickly captured Brad's dick in the fabric of his shorts. He swung the rubber hard, causing a quick yelp from Brad, and Brad immediately squirmed. By the time the 10 minutes were up, Brad's ass was again bright red, and he had another erection. Brad didn't' even wait to be told what to do; he started beating off right there. "Please master, can I cum?" Brian asked, causing Jim's eyebrows to raise in question. "Yeah, we've got a lot to go yet today, just get it done fast," Brian answered. But while Brad was hurrying to beat off inside the three minute time mark, Brian's attention was drawn to the big screen monitors over by area 4. "Hey, isn't that Kevin?" he asked, pointing out to Jim where he was looking. "Yeah, it is," Jim said. "I left him in area 1, how did he get there?" Brian quickly explained some of the rules as Brad once again yelled out before shooting. This time, Brad used his hand to catch all of his cum. Jim went running off to regain control of Kevin, and Brian asked a couple of boys who had just come in if they would pay a token for 5 minutes of spanking. The three boys each gave 3 tokens for 15 minutes, which would use all but 5 minutes of the time Brian was allowed to keep Brad here. The three boys made the most of their time. They asked for Brad to be bound spread-eagled, which gave them better access to his crack. Brian laughed as he saw Brad struggling with holding the cum in his hand without spilling it as he was tied to the frame. The three boys were experienced spankers, but even they were surprised to be given the rubber straps instead of plastic, and it took them much of their time to learn how to control them for maximum effect. But at the end of the time, Brad was starting to sniffle as a few tears ran down his cheeks. As Brian made him drink another glass of water he noticed that Brad still had the cum in his hand. He also noticed that Brad was using his legs to try and squeeze his dick, showing that he needed to pee. Brian knew it was time now to take him to area 5. "He really needs to pee, so don't stand in front of him when you tickle him," Brian told the girl and boy who had just paid 4 tokens to be able to tickle Brad for 10 minutes. They had hardly even started, the girl tickling under Brad's arms while the boy tickled Brad's balls, when he started to spray. As soon as the first burst came out, Brad could no longer hold it back, and peed for nearly 2 minutes. This time the monitor wanted 15 tokens to clean it up. Brian paid, reminding Brad of the total. "I'm sure there will be more yet today, and the next time we're here." "What do you mean, next time we're here. I'm only sentenced for today," Brad said, and then remembered the new rules. "I mean, master, please, I though it was just for today." "But I can only keep you here for 8 hours in any given day, and I have a few things left to do. But the time you spent trying to earn the tokens and the penalty for losing doesn't count in the total time, so we'll have to come back and make up any added time." Brad thought of saying something, but knew it would be worthless; or worse, begging would only add more to his punishment. "Come on," Brian said after the two kids had finished the tickling time they had paid for, "we need to go somewhere that's required for second-time offenders." He quickly led Brad to area 9. Brad knew what was going to happen, he had done the same to Brian just a few days ago. He wasn't sure if the rules really said he had to be sent here or if this was just Brian's way of revenge, but it didn't matter, he was here. When the adult staffer told him to raise his arms, he complied quickly, and let the man place the cup over his balls that would heat them up and make him hard. When it was all in place the staffer asked Brian how long to set the timer for. "All that's required for second-time offenders is 30 minutes, but you can add to that if you want." At least now Brad knew that Brian didn't lie; the rules did require him to be sent here. Brain had him set the timer for just the minimum time, and they waited for the first shot to hit Brad's balls to make sure the equipment worked right. "Ahh, ohhh, uhhh," Brad said, arching his back and walking around trying to escape the chemical being pumped into the cup. He knew that any movement caused the cream to be spread over a wider area, but it just wasn't possible to stand still. Brad led him outside and they walked in a circle around area 9 for the thirty minutes. Once the equipment was removed and Brad's arms were freed, Brian took him outside and directed him to start beating off. Brad remembered again to ask for permission to cum, and Brain gave it to him. Matt and Melissa showed up as they were walking around, and they had Sam with them. As Brad kept beating off and announcing each cum, a small crowd of onlookers were following him around watching. Brad was catching all of his cum in his hand, but it was filling up rapidly. "That stuff is going to start spilling out of your hand pretty soon," Brian said, "you'd better think of somewhere else to keep it or you'll have even more time to make up next time we're here." Brad could see a trash bin up ahead, but when they reached it there was a sign on it saying it was not authorized for use by offenders. Brad was just getting ready to cum again, and didn't think his hand could hold another load. He only had one idea on how to empty his hand. "Oh, gross, look at that," Sam said as Brad started licking his hand clean. "I think he probably liked the worm better than that." He no more than had his hand clean then he shouted out "I'm cumming" again, and shot another load into his hand. He decided at that point to clean his hand again. "A little fast food for lunch Weslo?" Pete asked as he and Terry walked by. "Just another story to tell everyone at school." Finally, the chemical that caused his dick to remain hard wore off, and Brad was able to shoot for the last time. Brian looked at his watch, and decided there was only time to see how the new area worked. They all headed over to area 8. Brad was taken inside by a monitor. The area had a long sloped platform to allow easy viewing by the audience. The offenders, girls and boys, were lying in a row. Off to one side was a big wheel like the one on the TV show, but Brad couldn't read any of the prizes on it. He was placed in the middle of the row of boys, and the monitor told him "There's only one simple rule. When I blow my whistle, you grab the dick on the boy to your right and start jacking him off. You don't stop until he orgasms. To get out of here you have to guess right and be the one who cums the fastest or the slowest, but you don't know which one." Brad knew where that idea had come from, he had proposed it himself. But he had never thought of an area like this. He lay there until the whistle blew, and then felt a hand on his dick as he reached for the dick to his right. It took him a while to get the kid hard, but once he did he was able to cause the kid to shoot fairly quickly. Just after the kid to his right shot, so did Brad. After the last one to cum was done, they called out two numbers. One boy was escorted out by his guardian, but the other was led over to the wheel. He gave it a big push, but Brad still couldn't make out the words. When it stopped, the monitor yelled out "too bad, it says you are released from APA, but as a loser, you have to spin again." The audience cheered as the wheel went around again. This time when it stopped the crowd immediately cheered, but Brad could hear over their noise as the monitor said "Tough break, you're going to area 9 for a thirty minute spell." Two more numbers were called, and these two kids came up. The first one was asked by the monitor where he wanted to be in the line, and the boy took all the way to the left. The second one, a girl, was told she could go to area 1 for an hour, or take a chance on the wheel. She said area 1, and was escorted out. The audience then made the selection for the next round and the whistle blew. This time, Brad worked as fast as he could on the kid to his right, and got results almost immediately. He then concentrated on his own dick, allowing the boy rubbing him to get done. When all was done, they called two numbers, and one of them was Brad's. The other boy called was taken out by his guardian, and Brad was led over to the wheel. Now he could see the choices clearly. He noticed that most of the ten slots were additional punishments, which didn't surprise him, but some of them were positive things, including one that read "Go Home, APA Sentence Repealed." He marked the one he hoped for and gave the wheel a spin. It made two trips around and as it slowed down Brad could see it wasn't going to stop on the one he wanted, but it was coming close to "4 hours in Area 1" which wouldn't be too bad. But first it had to get past "4 more hours in APA." The wheel hit on the divider mark between the two, but didn't have quite enough energy to get past it. The monitor came over and said "Bad luck, dude, you've just been sentenced to 4 more hours in the APA." Brad couldn't believe it; just like that he had another half a day added to his sentence. Again, the feeling that it was unfair came over him and the anger grew. Brian took him out and looked at his watch. "Time for just one more thing today, and then we'll come back on the last day of your sentence to end it here," Brian said. Wondering how much more punishment Brian would inflect on him, Brad found himself back in area 7. "I'm taking bids for my brother her for two hours," Brian yelled to the crowd. "Minimum bid is 5 tokens." Somebody in the back made the first bid, stating 20 tokens. That was a large sum for just 2 hours, and nobody else bid. When the monitor said the bidding was complete and called the bidder forward, Brad was worried to see it was Sam. "Brian, don't let him; I mean master, please . . . " Brad began, but Brian cut him off. "He won't do anything like in the garage; I've already talked to him. He feels pretty bad about that. If it helps, you can tell me everything he makes you do, and I won't punish you no matter what you say. If he violates a rule, I'll turn him in myself." Brian's words did ease a lot of Brad's fear about being put under Sam's control. But he was still mad at the process here where he could be sentenced to additional time so easily. Then he remembered that he also had time added because he tried to earn tokens to pay for cleaning up the messes. He began to worry that he might never be able to take the collar off; he would spend the rest of the summer trapped in the APA. And worse yet, he had to pee again. He planned to keep quiet about it, but Brian noticed something and asked him directly if he needed to pee. Brad knew lying was one of the worse things he could do, so he admitted he needed to go again. "Well, we have 8 minutes left in your 8 hours; let's go back to the tickling booth. If you can hold it for the entire time, you're off the hook," Brian said, leading him quickly to the proper area. After the first 2 minutes, Brad knew he couldn't hold it long enough to make it to the end, and it didn't matter anyway since the time was up when Brian said it was, not when 8 hours had really passed. So Brad decided to just get it over with and began peeing, letting it all out. This time the monitor who had to clean it up wanted 14 tokens. That ran the total for the day up to 32, which would mean 6 weeks of chores. And Brad still had another half day to go here. He wasn't sure now that he had made the correct choice.