Brad, Second Time Offender Part 3
  By Aldric
  Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
  
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  Brad, Second Time Offender Part 3
  
  When they got home, his mother had some news that made
  Brad's heart sink even lower.  "Guess what," she started,
  "you're Aunt Abby is going to have her baby, so we're going
  to spend two days on the lake with your cousins until she
  and Uncle Bradley bring the baby home."
  
  Uncle Bradley was Brad's favorite relative; Brad had been
  named for him.  But he didn't want Bradley to see him with
  the collar on, being ordered around by Melissa and Brian, he
  wanted his uncle to be proud of him and there was no pride
  to be had for anyone in DANIP.  Besides, there were his
  cousins, 14 year old Kate, 13 year old Jay, and 9 year old
  Todd.  He didn't know how much lower he could sink.
  
  Then Brad realized something else; he had only been
  sentenced to 3 days in DANIP, today was the first.  But if
  they spent two days at the lake, then he still had his extra
  time in the APA plus his 'slave' time to serve, in effect
  adding at least another day to the sentence.
  
  Then his mom added to his misery.  "And since we're going to
  the lake, you can each bring a friend if you wish."
  
  Melissa immediately went to invite her best friend, Matt,
  and Brian said he was going to call Tom.  But before he did,
  he remembered Brad.
  
  "Mom, what about Brad?  Can he go up there while he's in the
  program?"
  
  "Yes, he can, but I'm glad you thought of that," their mom
  answered.  "I called Judge Eckerd today and he checked.  Fox
  County does have a similar program, and they will bring him
  in to their program while we're up there.  The judge says
  it's a little different, but the time will count for Brad's
  sentence.
  
  "It's too bad you had to go and get yourself in trouble
  again, Brad," she said, looking at him.  "You could still
  invite someone if you wanted, but it can't be Kevin."
  
  Brad didn't want to have any more witnesses to his
  punishment than necessary, and besides, if he couldn't bring
  Kevin he didn't have a clue who else he would bring, Kevin
  was his best friend by far.  He started to tell his mom as
  much, but then he thought of something.  "Maybe I could
  invite Sam," he asked.
  
  His mother looked at him strangely; Sam was Melissa's age, 2
  years younger than Brad.  "I guess, but ask Brian if it's
  okay with him."
  
  Brad stood there for a second, hoping that either Brian or
  his mom would leave so he could ask in private.  When he
  first entered the program, the worst time was being seen
  naked by his mother.  Now he was a little more comfortable
  with that, but Brian had put a new wrinkle in.
  
  Brian knew exactly what was troubling Brad, so he stood
  there waiting.  Finally Brad murmured "Please, master, may I
  invite Sam?"
  
  Their mother smiled despite her best efforts not to, this
  was clearly embarrassing her oldest son and that was
  something he needed.
  
  "I auctioned him off to Sam today for two hours; I think
  he's trying to get that done now instead of after we get
  back.  But I think he should have a friend there, so if you
  don't mind, he can bring Sam.  But I may not distract Sam
  with the two hours he bought, I'll make that decision later. 
  And Brad needs to keep in mind that Sam is his guest and
  spend time with him just like he would with Kevin."
  
  Brad was still embarrassed at having to call his brother
  'master' in front of their mom, and he knew he would have to
  do the same with everyone at the lake, including Sam.  And
  his brother had just gotten to him again, causing him to
  invite someone with the hope of completing some required
  time, but now he probably wouldn't count it and he'd still
  have to spend the time with Sam after they got back.  But
  there was no way out of it now.
  
  "I understand master; I will treat Sam as my guest and
  friend while we're at the lake."
  
  With that decided, Brian called Tom and Brad called Sam to
  invite them.  Both were allowed to go, but their mom said
  they since Brad needed to be processed into their program
  they needed to leave very early, so all the guests were
  invited to spend the night with the Weslo's.
  
  That evening, the boys and Melissa had as much fun at Brad's
  expense as they could until Mrs. Weslo said it was time for
  bed.  Brad's anger had returned, and his foul mood was
  growing worse.
  
  The next morning everyone was awakened at five in the
  morning so they could have a quick breakfast and get on the
  road.  As they were packing stuff in the van, Matt and
  Melissa kept picking on Brad, trying to cause him to have an
  erection and threatening to make him stay hard for the
  entire drive.  Brian noticed that Brad was very quiet, and
  knew from experience that meant he was angry.  He decided to
  stay close just in case.
  
  And the need to be close came almost immediately.  While
  Brad was bent over putting something in the back of the van,
  Matt reached between his legs and gave Brad's balls a little
  squeeze.  Brad stood straight up, hitting his head on the
  door.  His anger spilled out and he lashed out with an elbow
  aimed at Matt's face.
  
  But Brian was right there and stepped in front of Matt,
  taking the elbow in the chest.  The air whished out of him
  from the force of the blow, making Brian gasp for breath.
  
  "Bradley Vincent Weslo, what on earth do you think your
  doing?"  Mrs. Weslo stormed out of the house, having
  witnessed the attempted blow to Matt's face, but not the
  action that lead up to it.  "That's it, I can't have any of
  that, I think we need to . . ."
  
  "No mom, let me handle this," Brian said, still trying to
  suck air into his lungs.
  
  "No Brian, this is way beyond what you can deal with.  I
  think the judge needs to handle this, this is beyond DANIP."
  
  "No mom, you're wrong.  You put me in charge of Brad because
  you trusted me; now let me show you, I can deal with this." 
  Brian was able to stand up straight and his voice was
  getting stronger.  "Matt is scared, but he'll get over it. 
  I'll have a bruise, but I'll heal, and I'm not out of
  control.  I can handle this."
  
  Mrs. Weslo calmed down a little, but said "No, Brian, I
  don't think so.  He hit you, and he was trying to hit Matt. 
  If that elbow had hit its target, we'd be on the way to the
  hospital now.  I can't risk that my son would deliberately
  hurt someone for no reason.  I think that this needs to be
  handled professionally."
  
  "Mom, Brad has been angry for days, and I wouldn't allow him
  any chance to let it out.  I wouldn't let him yell, or be by
  himself, or run, all the stuff he does to cool off when he's
  mad.  I saw the anger building, and I didn't do anything
  about it, in fact, I kept doing things that I knew would
  make it worse.  If you look at it like that, I'm almost as
  much to blame.  And Matt can take some blame too, he grabbed
  Brad's balls and squeezed them, causing Brad to hit his
  head.  Mom, I can handle this.  I can't promise it won't
  happen again, but I really believe it won't.  I know how to
  let Brad let his anger out, and he will be punished a lot
  for hitting me, but I'll do it within the rules of the
  program.  MOM, I CAN DO THIS!"
  
  Mrs. Weslo hadn't seen Matt's action.  She asked him if he
  had done what Brian said, and he admitted he had.  "Brian,
  I'm not sure about this.  Matt's not the only one who is
  scared, I am too.  That was too close.  I want some
  assurance you can control this before someone gets hurt.
  
  Brad spoke for the first time.  "Mom, it won't happen again. 
  I knew my anger was brewing, and I needed something to work
  it out, but I never asked anyone.  I should have, and I will
  come to you or Brian if I know I'm losing control again.  I
  don't want to go to jail.  I'll put up with anything Brian
  comes up with, not to keep myself from jail, but because I'm
  really sorry and I deserve what happens.  I think Brian will
  be able to deal with me fairly, and I'm sure I'm not going
  to like what he does.  But I'll remember what I tried to do
  and put up with it"  
  
  He looked at Brian and continued.  "Brian, I mean master, I
  will submit to your control instead of fighting you like I
  have been.  I know this is my fault, and I've been blaming
  you for it.  But please, remember how it feels to wear a
  collar, the hopelessness and frustration that goes with it."
  
  Next he addressed Matt.  "Master, I am really sorry.  I'm
  really ashamed of myself.  You also know how it is to be in
  my shoes; please think of that as you continue to punish me. 
  I will not try to hit you again, no matter what you do."
  
  Everyone was quiet for a few minutes.  "Brian, are you
  really sure?" Mrs. Weslo asked.
  
  "More now than before.  I didn't even realize Brad was
  blaming me.  Mom, I can do this without hurting him, I know
  I can.  And for everything Brad's ever done to my in my
  life, I can't remember a single time he has ever hit me in
  anger.  He's right, I haven't given him any reason to have
  any hope, and I've left him frustrated at every turn.  He's
  not going to hit any of us."
  
  She thought for a minute, and then said, "then let's finish
  loading the van or we'll be late.
  
  The rest of the trip passed quietly.  At one point, Melissa
  poked at Brad's groin with her finger and asked "Can I play
  with it?" just to see how he would respond.
  
  Brad said "Master, no that doesn't sound right; how about if
  I call you Mistress, and Kate too when we get there. 
  Mistress, you can do what every you want."  He smiled at
  her.
  
  "Well, it's no fun if you're going to enjoy it," she said,
  trying to sound irritated, but in reality she was just happy
  her brother wasn't mad.
  
  They arrived at the check-in area a little early, but there
  were still a lot of people around, mostly kids.  The man
  behind the table was big; he was much more than 6 foot tall
  and weighed about 250 pounds.  Brad decided that no matter
  what happened, he wasn't going to give this guy any reason
  to dislike him.
  
  "I see that you're a second time offender; you're the second
  one checking in today.  You sure picked the wrong day to
  join us; we had 6 boys get enrolled last night."  Brad
  didn't understand why the number of offenders had anything
  to do with him, but he remained quiet.
  
  "Who is going to be in control of him?"  Brian answered up
  that he was the primary person, but that any of the other
  kids could be if that was allowed here.  "Oh, yeah, that's
  allowed.  In fact, it's better to have a few different kids
  to hand him off to once in a while.  Why don't all you come
  with me and I'll show you all how to give him the enema."
  
  Everyone, especially Brad, reacted the same way, but the man
  ignored them and brought them to the back.  Here it was
  different in that the audience was roaming around instead of
  being kept back in one area.  And Brad noticed that instead
  of spanking machines, there was a long row of stocks which
  looked similar to what he had seen in his history book,
  except that there was only a part for a head and arms, and
  it appeared to be set on a movable track that made it
  adjustable in a number of positions.
  
  The man brought them over to where two girls were squeezing
  the last of the contents of an enema bag into a boy of about
  14.  "Is that the last bag?" the man asked them, and they
  told him it was.
  
  "Get your offender up here," he said to Brian, pointing to a
  table, "and bring his legs back like this."  He brought
  Brad's legs back until his anus was completely exposed. 
  "Now you hold still, or I'll show them how to tie you in
  position," he said to Brad.
  
  "Over here is the stuff you need.  Throw the plug away after
  each use, there are several new ones in the kit.  You fill
  the first bag with warm, soapy water, and put it all
  together like this."  He was showing everyone how it was
  done.
  
  "Then you grease up the end a little so it will slide in
  easier, and insert just like this."  Brad moaned a little as
  the hose penetrated his anus and a few inches were run up
  inside him.
  
  "Next you open this valve, and the water will flow into him,
  flooding out his insides.  Leave it go for 5 minutes, he'll
  complain, but he can hold it."
  
  The man held the hose in place for the required time. 
  "Okay, boy, I'm going to pull this out of you.  There's a
  toilet right to your left, try to get there before this all
  comes spilling out."  He pulled the hose out of Brad's rear
  end, and let Brad up.
  
  Brad looked to his left, and saw several porta potties with
  no walls.  One boy, the one who was getting the enema when
  they first got there, was sitting on one of them.  Brad ran
  for the other and sat down just as everything came running
  out.
  
  When he returned, they had another bag ready to flush out
  any remains.  The man left the kids to handle it and said
  he'd be back in five minutes to do the next step.
  
  The man was back when Brad came back from his second trip to
  the exposed toilet.  Of all the humiliations he had endured,
  he decided that taking a dump in public was near to being
  the worst.
  
  Brad was taken out to the area where the stocks were and
  placed in one near the end of the row.  There was a girl in
  the stock just to his left.  The holes for his head and arms
  were padded, so it wasn't too uncomfortable, until he
  realized that the stocks were designed to be positioned.
  
  "Okay, boy, let's get you down now," the man said, undoing a
  latch and lowering the stocks down until his head was just
  off the ground.  The man grabbed his ankles one at a time
  and fastened them down to a pad, leaving his backside up in
  the air and exposed.
  
  The man wrapped a belt around Brad's waist, fastening it in
  the back.  He could hear the man giving instructions to the
  others.
  
  "All second-time offenders here are prohibited from enjoying
  orgasm for the first 24 hours of their sentence.  The belt
  is a lot more comfortable than the collar, but you can use
  either one.  But keep this in mind, it is very important. 
  If anyone sees him masturbating while he is wearing this
  color belt, they will report it.  You will be called in, and
  you most likely will also be sentenced for 24 hours.  Do you
  understand, each of you?"
  
  The others all said they did.  "Now," he continued, "comes
  the part everyone hates the most."  Brad couldn't see what
  he was doing, but if everyone hated it, he doubted if he was
  going to enjoy it.  He heard a quiet buzzing then it was
  quiet except for Sam saying "Wicked!"
  
  Brad felt the man's hand on his backside and something cold
  was pressed up against his anus.  The man gave a little
  shove and it slipped inside.  "That's why we give them the
  enema, to empty them out.  You need to pull this out at
  least once a day and give another enema, and then re-insert
  this till it fits right about here.
  
  Brad could feel the man's fingers just inside his hole, and
  then the device made contact with his prostrate.  "Shit, not
  again" he thought, remembering the first time he was in the
  APA.  Sure enough, the vibrator was turned on, and made
  constant contact with his prostrate.  "Ummm," Brad said,
  trying to keep from getting hard, but it felt so good.
  
  Then it shut off.  "Okay, let's have a couple of you take it
  out and put it back in to make sure you know how it's done."
  
  Brad had to endure the humiliation of having each of his
  guardians practice putting in the vibrator and moving it
  into position until they could get it right to where the man
  said it should be, and all of it while total strangers came
  up to watch.
  
  "The controller is attached to the belt here," and Brad felt
  a tug at the belt as the controller was attached, "and for
  now I've set the dial to 5.  It's up to you where you want
  to set it.  At position 1, it runs for 5 minutes and shuts
  off for 15.  In position 10, it runs constantly.  The
  battery will last for about 6 hours in position 10, about 18
  hours on position 5, and over 24 hours on position 1. 
  You're not allowed to turn it off except to take it out to
  give him an enema.  Like I said, that needs to be done at
  least once more today, and you should probably do it before
  bed too.  Other than that, leave it in him and turned on. 
  Any questions?"
  
  Brian asked about extra batteries, and the man said there
  were several in the kit.  There were no other questions, and
  Brian said "go ahead and set it on 6 for now, I may want to
  try different settings to see how he reacts."
  
  "Good idea, that's the way to be thinking about it. 
  Remember, don't let him masturbate.  And if you give control
  to someone else, you bear the responsibility for telling
  them the same thing."  The vibrator turned back on,
  stimulating Brad's prostrate again and again, feeling good. 
  Brad knew the next 24 hours was going to really suck.
  
  "Is he sentenced to any spankings today?" the man asked. 
  Brian said there were two severity 1 rule violations, but
  the man didn't know what that meant.  "Are they just a
  little problem, or moderate, or did something really bad
  happen?" the man asked.
  
  Brad really expected the worst now, but Brian said "just two
  little things, not important at all."
  
  "Then he'll get 4 on each cheek for each offense.  But since
  he's a second-time offender, they'll be with a paddle
  instead of by hand.  You can have me do it, or chose someone
  from the audience to do them.  I'll give you a hint, I don't
  hold back none."
  
  Again, Brad expected the worst, but Brian said he would have
  someone from the audience give them.
  
  The Stocks were then raised up till Brad's head was a few
  feet off the ground.  The vibrator was still running, and
  Brad was already wishing he could touch his dick, which was
  hard.
  
  "Here's how your days start while you're in our county.  You
  are put in the stocks, the newest kids first.  We start with
  third time offenders, the only one we have today is that
  young lady next to you.  Then the second time offenders are
  put in place.  Once the last of them are in place, the first
  time offenders are marched through in order.  Each one will
  approach you and you will perform oral sex on them until
  they orgasm.  Do you know what that means?"  Brad muttered a
  weak yes to his question.  "There are no girls today, just
  12 boys."
  
  Brian was thinking that meant that he had to give 12 blow
  jobs today, in public.
  
  "The first time offenders will then get something to keep
  them hard and go to the girl on your left.  Then comes their
  spanking, and finally, they have to masturbate.  Sometimes
  that takes a while; if it does we will get you moving along
  faster."
  
  Then, the second time offenders will come down the row. 
  There are 4 of them, not counting you, but the one who will
  be next to you is also on his first day, so you don't have
  to suck him.  They then go to the girl on your left, and
  then they masturbate.  Finally, you get released.  Because
  we have so many kids today, I'd expect you to be here for at
  least an hour.  Get used to it, you come back tomorrow and
  do it again."
  
  The other kids were being brought in order of their
  position.  By the time they had the last one done, the first
  time offenders were all brought over.  Brad could turn his
  head and see the first one walk up to the boy in the first
  stock and let that boy work his dick into his mouth.  It
  took him a long time to get the boy hard, but once he did,
  the boy moved on down the row and the next boy stepped up. 
  Meanwhile, the vibrator finally shutoff, giving Brad some
  rest from the constant stimulation of his prostrate.
  
  The line moved slowly along.  Each time the lead boy moved
  down one spot it took longer for the next person to get him
  off.  It took between 10 and 15 minutes before the first boy
  got to Brad.
  
  Brad had trouble getting the kid's soft penis into his
  mouth, but finally succeeded.  He got the kid hard, and then
  his vibrator kicked in for the fourth time.  He pulled his
  head up and sucked harder, bringing the kid off right away. 
  Brad hadn't paid enough attention, and he didn't know if he
  could spit out the sperm or if that would get him into
  trouble, but before he could turn his head and look, the
  next kid in line was there.  Brad swallowed.
  
  An hour later, the last of the kids passed on to Brad's
  left.  Brad's lips were sore from sucking, and his knees
  hurt from the position he was locked into.  He couldn't see
  what the boys did with the girl, but she wasn't giving them
  blow jobs.  Soon he heard the sounds of hands striking soft
  flesh, and knew the first boys were getting their spankings.
  
  As the first time offenders were now trying to bring
  themselves to hardness again, they started the second time
  offenders.  Brad soon had more sucking to do, but this time
  he turned to watch and saw that every other boy had
  swallowed the sperm, so he knew he had made the right
  choice.
  
  Only 3 of the five kids were brought to Brad, and again, he
  couldn't see what was happening with the girl.  Then he
  heard a sharp noise from his right, and turned to see the
  big man swinging a ping pong paddle at one of the other
  second time offenders.  The noise it made when it struck was
  bad, but the screaming of the boy each time the paddle hit
  scared Brad, even though he knew that Brian had not
  submitted him to that.  Once it was done, the boy was
  released and brought to the boy on Brad's right.  Brad gave
  him a blow job next.
  
  The boy to Brad's right was released, and Brad heard Brian
  call out Sam's name.  Sam actually had tears in his eyes as
  he approached Brad and took the paddle from the man.  The
  smacks were no where near as loud or hard as the man had
  delivered, but each one still stung.  Finally, Brad was
  released from the stocks.
  
  He had a very firm erection, and the vibrator was running as
  Brian and Sam fastened his arms in the belt and took him
  over to where his mom was waiting in the van.
  
  Sam was still crying, and Brad finally asked why.  Brian
  answered for him.  "The way that other kid was spanked
  scared him a lot.  Brad, I don't care if you hit me again,
  I'll not let that man touch you if I get a choice.  I may
  want somebody else to do it, Sam didn't really hit you, but
  it won't be the man, I promise you."
  
  Sam appeared to settle down upon hearing that, and it sure
  made Brad feel a lot more comfortable.