Brad, Second Time Offender Part 7
  By Aldric
  Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
  
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  Brad, Second Time Offender Part 7
  
  By the time they made the drive back and emptied the car 
  most of the day was gone.  Brad was left to do the laundry
  from the trip, which took another few hours.  Then Brian
  decided it was time to call the girl who had bid him for an
  hour and see if this evening would be a good time for her.
  
  "But another boy bought that time from me.  In exchange I
  had 2 hours with a boy named Kevin.  Didn't they tell you?"
  
  Brian told her they had been out of town, but that it made
  sense.  After he got off the phone with her, he called Jim,
  who confirmed it.  "I made Kevin do it as an additional part
  of his sentence.  It didn't count on his time.  I took your
  advice and decided I needed to be meaner to him, and that's
  one of the things I did.  I hope you're not mad about it, I
  tried to call and tell you, but nobody answered the phone."
  
  "Yeah, we were up at the lake for a few days.  And I'm not
  mad, I think Brad's done enough anyway.  He still has to go
  back to the APA for almost 6 hours."  Brian explained what
  had happened last time Brad was there.
  
  "It's changed again," Jim told him; "some areas work
  differently now and there's another new area.  They change
  it every few days."  Jim said that Kevin had completed his
  sentence the day before yesterday, and described the changes
  that had taken place.  Then he had an idea, and explained it
  to Brian, who agreed with it and said he would do his part
  at the right time.
  
  Since Brian decided to count the 2 hours of time that Sam
  had bought during the time they were at the lake, all Brad
  had left to do was the remaining time in the APA and the
  chores.  And, of course, any additional time that came out
  of the activities at the APA.
  
  Brian suddenly realized that he could control things to a
  very large extent, if he wanted to, he could use the APA to
  add days, probably even weeks, to Brad's sentence time.  He
  decided that enough extra days had been added already, and
  wanted to make sure that Brad didn't end up going over 8
  hours which would require yet another trip on the next day. 
  But he still had one thing that needed to be done.
  
  He called Matt next, and explained that Brad needed to go to
  area 9 (or whatever number it might be tomorrow) because he
  was a second time offender.  The minimum time was 30
  minutes, and it didn't count for his time in the APA.  But
  it could be extended for up to 30 more minutes if the
  guardian requested it.  "He tried to hit you, so I want you
  to think about that tonight.  Tomorrow, you will be the one
  who takes him there, and you can add time as you feel it is
  necessary."
  
  But Brian also explained how degrading the area was, and
  that it would certainly add more time to his sentence, since
  he would not be able to cum within the 3 minutes constantly. 
  But he left the choice up to Matt.
  
  The next morning Matt and Brian escorted Brad back to the
  APA.  The first change they noticed affected them all; there
  was a new sign out front that read "Any student earning 3 or
  more detentions in a school year will serve the detention at
  this facility" and it was posted by the school board.  Both
  Matt and Brad frequently got 6 or more detentions in a year;
  they would have to really change their behavior a lot to
  avoid getting the third one.
  
  Area 9 was still the same, although it had been moved from
  out on the fringe, where it was more private, to closer to
  the center.  Brian waited while Matt took Brad inside.  When
  the attendant asked Matt how much time was going to be
  given, Matt said "He tried to hit me, so I want to add 5
  minutes.  But his brother did get hit, so I'm adding 10 more
  minutes to that.  So add 15 minutes total."
  
  "This guy tried to hit you and all you're adding is 15
  minutes?  He must be 2 or 3 years older than you, are you
  sure that's all you want to add?"  When Matt confirmed his
  request, the man shrugged his shoulders and poured in the
  proper amount of the chemicals.
  
  The time passed quickly as each shot of the chemical heated
  Brad's balls and made his dick get even harder.  His desire
  to satisfy himself was even stronger than the last time, and
  Brad became suspicious that the attendant had done something
  different with the chemicals.  The area was now filled with
  many visitors, so Brad's discomfort was the source of humor
  for a large crowd.
  
  When the time was done, Brad immediately set to beating off,
  remembering to ask for permission to cum, which was granted
  by Matt, and yelling out before he shot each time.  But as
  predicted by Brian, after 30 minutes of constant beating off
  his balls were running empty and it started taking longer
  and longer to achieve orgasm.  By the time his dick finally
  went soft, Brad had an additional 45 minutes of penalties to
  work off.  In addition, he was not able to catch all of the
  cum, and cleanup cost him a total of 12 more tokens.
  
  With the time they had already spent, and the additional
  time from the last time they were at the APA, Brian knew it
  was going to be close getting out in the maximum time of 8
  hours.  If there were any penalties added, they would have
  to come back yet another day.  That meant they couldn't risk
  going to the Big Wheel area.
  
  Brian decided to take Brad to the rest area first, giving
  him an hour of time where he could not incur any additional
  penalties.  Brian used the time to explain the situation to
  Brad.
  
  "You remember the girl who bought you for an hour at the
  auction?" he asked Brad, who nodded his head.  "Well, Kevin
  did that time for you.  But you need to pay Jim back for him
  making Kevin do it.  There is a new area here, and we're
  going to go and see how it works.  Jim will meet us there,
  and when I send you through it, you must have the highest
  time, that's all I know about it right now."
  
  "Once that is done, I'm willing to just walk around as long
  as you keep drinking lots of water, and get hard once an
  hour or so and make a mess.  If you aren't doing that, then
  I'll put you though the Big Wheel area again and let you
  take your chances on more time being added there."
  
  Brad knew he wasn't going to get a better break than that,
  so he responded by asking for some water.
  
  When it was close to the time they were supposed to meet
  Jim, Brian led Brad over to the new area.  They stood
  outside and watched as two offenders, a boy and a girl were
  brought together in front of a visitor.  The monitor, using
  a microphone, said "The loser of this round gets 5 minutes
  in area 9 that does not count for sentence time."  He handed
  the microphone to the visitor.
  
  "As an addition to your sentence, how much time will you
  spend totally naked in school on the first day of school?"
  the visitor asked.  The boy and girl offender both blushed,
  but the girl responded first.  "Fifteen minutes," she said
  into the microphone now being held between them.
  
  The boy doubled that, and the bidding began.  But once it
  reached an hour, both offenders were now considering if it
  was better to lose than to win.  The highest bid, at 1 hour
  50 minutes, went to the girl, and the monitor declared her
  as the winner, leading her off-stage.  The boy went back
  behind the stage again.
  
  The next visitor was introduced, and two offenders were
  brought out.  One was the same boy who just lost the last
  round; the other was a boy with a red number on his chest,
  marking him as a second-time offender like Brad.  The
  monitor said into the microphone "The loser of this round
  has 2 hours of additional APA time added to his sentence."
  
  The visitor took the microphone and asked "How many minutes
  of time will you add in area 9?"  The bidding was fast, and
  the second-offender won with a bid of 40 minutes, leaving
  the boy who had lost the last round as the loser again.  Or
  so Brad and Brian thought, until the monitor announced that
  the winner was the lowest time, not the most time.  The
  other boy had stopped at 37 minutes, and was led away while
  the second-time offender was taken back stage again.
  
  The rules of the game, like everything else here, were
  chaotic, keeping the offenders off balance.  Both Brad and
  Brian immediately saw how this could be once again used to
  increase the sentence time for any offender.
  
  "Remember, you need to win the round you are called for,"
  Brian reminded Brad.
  
  "But is winning the highest or lowest time?"
  
  Brian thought back to what Jim had told him on the phone. 
  "The truth is, I don't know.  But I think you need to have
  the highest answer."
  
  "But, master, look at what they just did to that other kid. 
  If he has to come back again, then he has to go to area 9
  again anyway.  He lost no matter what.  Is this what you
  plan for me, to keep me coming here all summer?"
  
  Brian could see the look in his brother's face, and knew the
  hopelessness he felt, but decided not to answer the
  question.  He looked at his watch and said "It's time; let's
  go around back where the violators enter."
  
  There were only 2 other violators in the back when Brad was
  brought in, and one of them was immediately called up to the
  stage.  From back here, Brad couldn't hear what was going on
  out front, but a few minutes later the second violator was
  called up.  Two more kids were brought in while Brad waited.
  
  When Brad's turn came up, he was on stage with a boy of
  about 10.  Jim was standing in the visitor's box.  "The
  loser of this round has 30 minutes of time in the area of
  his guardian's choice added to his sentence," the monitor
  said.
  
  Jim took the microphone and asked "As an extension of your
  sentence, how long will you be my personal slave?"
  
  The other offender on stage with Brad decided this must be a
  trick; it was certainly easier to lose than to win, so he
  decided the winner was probably the one with lowest number,
  and he didn't want to win.  So he started out at 15 minutes,
  and added more every time Brad out bid him.
  
  But when they crossed 3 hours, the boy became less sure.  If
  he was wrong, then he would be the personnel slave to an
  older boy for nearly half a day, in addition to his
  sentence, which would be over soon.  He stopped bidding when
  Brad jumped from 3 hours to 4 hours.  The monitor took the
  microphone back and announced Brad as the winner.
  
  Brian stayed true to his word, and kept Brad from having any
  more time added to his sentence.  When they left, Brad had
  made a few messes, and the total cost, including the last
  time they were here, was 52 tokens.  "That means you have 11
  weeks of chores added to your sentence," Brian proudly
  informed him.
  
  Jim met them outside the APA area.  "We're all set, Brian,
  why don't you come along with us?  Man, I didn't expect you
  to have to bid that high, I thought if I made the loss so
  easy he wouldn't bid at all.  But you did, so you owe me 4
  hours of slave time."
  
  "I think the other boy must have thought it was a trick, and
  he would lose if he wasn't the highest bidder.  Then he
  changed his mind when it got up into hours of time," Brian
  said, walking along with them.  They headed towards the
  park.
  
  Jim led them to the back, where Kevin's actions had landed
  him a trip through the program.  Waiting for them along the
  bluff were Kevin, Sam, Matt, and the two boys who had
  admitted to Jim that they were gay, Jay and Ron.  In
  addition, there was one boy Brad hadn't met before; he was
  introduced as Art, a friend of Jay and Ron's.
  
  "Let me start by putting this on you," Jim said to Brad,
  producing a small tube with a small string attached to it. 
  He slipped the ring over Brad's dick and the string went
  around the top of his balls.  Then he used a small screw
  driver to draw both the ring and the string tight.
  
  For the next four hours, you are my slave.  You are to ask
  each of us, starting with me, if you can give us a blow
  job."  Everyone noticed how quickly Brad's face reddened.
  
  "If anybody doesn't want a blow job, then you are to ask me
  if you should beat off or be spanked.  I'll let you know. 
  Should be easy enough to understand, any questions?"
  
  Brad realized that there could be only one question. 
  "Master Jim, would you like me to give you a blow job?" he
  asked, feeling his ears burning as he blushed.
  
  "Yes," Jim answered, dropping his shorts and underpants.  "I
  would like you to."
  
  And so it went.  Brad finished Jim and moved over to Jay,
  who was already naked and hard.  After him came Ron, who was
  followed by Art.  Sam was next, and he quickly dropped his
  shorts and underpants to let Brad suck his smaller penis. 
  Matt was unsure at first, and blushed when Brad asked him if
  he wanted a blow job, but then said "What the hell, why
  not," and slipped out of his clothes as well.
  
  Brian had made his mind up while visiting his cousins the
  last few days.  He had gotten one blow job from Brad, and
  planned on a second one, but a problem with Todd had kept
  that from happening.  He was ready for the second one now.
  
  Finally, only Kevin was left.  Of all the people, Brad had
  the most trouble calling his best friend master and asking
  if he could blow him.  But he did slowly force the words
  out.  Kevin had an obvious tent in his pants, but decided
  not to make his best friend do it.
  
  Once Kevin refused, Brad looked back at Jim and ask ordered
  asked "Master, should I beat off or be spanked?"
  
  "Since Kevin is the only one who didn't ask for one, I think
  you should be spanked," he said, pulling out the rubber
  strap approved for use on second time offenders.  "Kneel
  down, put your forehead on the ground, and grab your
  ankles," he said to Brad, waiting until Brad was in the
  right position.
  
  He didn't hold anything back, taking full swings each time,
  counting out the strokes until he reached 12.  It wasn't
  enough to bring tears to Brad's eyes, but it was obvious
  that it hurt.
  
  "Now we start over," Jim said, lying back down in the grass.
  
  All 7 boys accepted a second blow job from Brad, leaving
  Kevin to decide what to do.  This time Kevin decided to go
  for it.  When Brad finished, he turned again to Jim and
  asked again if he should beat off or be spanked.
  
  "Go ahead and beat off this time," Jim told him.
  
  Brad began to play with his dick, bringing it to its full
  erection.  The ring around the base grew tighter as the
  blood flowed in, and Brad soon learned its purpose.  He felt
  himself ready to cum and called it out, but the line around
  his balls and the ring on his dick kept him from being able
  to finish.  He continued trying, almost reaching orgasm
  several more times but was prevented from finishing.
  
  The other boys were laughing at his struggles, and none of
  them heard Jim's brother Pete nor his best friend Terry come
  up on the group until they parted the grass right next to
  Brad.
  
  "What the hell are you guys up to?" Pete asked, looking at
  the group of naked boys watching Brad beat off.
  
  "Just watch him for a minute," Jim responded.
  
  Once again, Brad brought himself to the brink of orgasm, but
  again was prevented from shooting by the devices around his
  privates.  "What's that thing on his dick?" Pete asked.
  
  "It's a cock ring, it keeps him from shooting, and holds the
  blood in so that he stays hard," Jim answered.
  
  "Where did you get something like that from?"
  
  Kevin could see that Jim didn't have an answer and hadn't
  told his brother what had happened the day he was left in
  charge of Kevin and Brad.  "It's something that can be used
  for second-time offenders, like Brad is" he said, hoping
  Brian would either back him up or stay quiet.
  
  "Okay, but that doesn't explain why you guys are all naked
  too" Pete said.
  
  "I'll show you why" Jim said.  "Brad, it's time to start
  over.  Start with Pete and Terry this time."
  
  Brad gave a mournful look to Jim, but did as he was
  expected.  "Master, do you want me to give you a blow job?"
  he asked Pete softly.
  
  Pete looked confused for a second, then smiled broadly as he
  started undoing his pants.  "Weslo, you may as well just go
  ahead and kill yourself, because once school starts your
  life ain't going to be worth living anyway."
  
  Pete's hair tickled Brad as he slid his lips up and down
  Pete's dick, but at least it didn't take long before Pete
  shot.  Next it was Terry's turn, and he had more hair and a
  bigger dick than any of the other boys.  By the time Brad
  was done with him, it was a relief to do the 6 younger boys,
  none of whom had much hair and produced very little, if any,
  cum.
  
  Brian took his turn, and then Kevin.  Brad was just ready to
  ask his question when Jim told him to go ahead and beat off
  again, thus relieving him of the final humiliation.  After a
  few minutes of fruitless effort, Jim, who had been hoping
  his brother would get bored and move along, told Brad to
  start the next round.
  
  "Wow, I can't believe this," Pete said as Brad started in on
  him for the second time.  "How long have you guys been doing
  this?"
  
  "For hours already, we only have about 20 minutes left
  before his time is done" Jim said.  Brad didn't know how
  long he had been going, but he knew it was no where near 4
  hours; at the most it had been one hour.
  
  Brad finished Pete and Terry, who decided that since the fun
  was almost over anyway they had better things to do and
  left.  Brad gave a blow job to Jim, Jay, and Ron, but as he
  was ready to ask Art if he wanted a blow job Jim looked at
  has watch and said "Sorry Art, you'll have to wait a while,
  it's time for the next showing."
  
  All of them except of course Brad got dressed again and gave
  Brad the order for hands up, waiting while Brian bound them
  to the collar.  Then Jim led the group over to the soccer
  field.  Brad knew what the next phase was now, and wasn't
  surprised to find the girls just starting their practice
  session.  Seeing the crowd of boys, with Brad in the front
  center, they stopped and ran over.
  
  "See girls," Jim said, "another boy, just like before.  To
  save time, I brought this one over already hard.  Have fun!"
  
  The girls eagerly gathered around Brad, pulling on his dick
  and rubbing his balls, running their hands across his belly
  and legs, and softly caressing his backside.  Brad found
  that even after all the time he had spent naked, it was
  still very embarrassing to stand naked in front of a dozen
  or so young girls who were intent on making him shoot.  And
  it was even worse since the ring prevented him from enjoying
  their touch.
  
  Finally, a few of the girls began to question why they
  couldn't make cum, and suspected it had something to do with
  the string around his balls and the ring on his dick.
  
  "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that," Jim said, digging through
  his pockets.  After a few seconds of searching, he shrugged
  his shoulders and said "Darn it, I guess I lost the screw
  driver.  You'll all have to keep on working on him like he
  is."
  
  Brad moaned as the girls kept going at his penis and balls
  with out any chance for relief.  After a few more minutes,
  Jim opened his hand.  "Just kidding," he said, handing the
  tiny screw driver to one of the girls; "try using this."
  
  The girls had to crowd around and look close to find the
  tiny screw; Brad could feel their breath on his dick.  Once
  they found it, the girl holding the screwdriver started to
  turn it the wrong way until Brad yelled out "Not that way,
  not that way!  Turn it the other direction!"
  
  As soon as the ring was loosened Brad could feel the cum
  barreling out of his balls and into his dick.  He remembered
  at the last second to call out the hated "I'm cumming" just
  as the girl who was turning the screw felt him jerk and gave
  him a last rub, causing him to shoot several thick globs,
  some as far out as three feet.
  
  Once wasn't enough for the girls, they made him do it again,
  and then a third time.  By the fourth time, all of the girls
  had been given an opportunity to bring Brad to orgasm, and
  finally the oldest of the girls called the others back to
  continue their practice.
  
  Brad looked relieved and exhausted at the same time.  As he
  caught his breath, he was dismayed when Jim went ahead and
  tightened the cock ring back up again.  "Let's get back over
  to the bluffs and go for another round" he said, leading the
  others.  "And Brad, go ahead and get fully hard again while
  we walk."
  
  They returned to the tall grass where they had started out,
  and each boy in turn took another blow job from Brad until
  it was Kevin's turn.  This time, when Brad asked "please
  master, may I suck your dick?" Kevin told him to turn around
  and bend over instead.
  
  But to Brad's surprise, instead of the spanking he was
  expecting, he felt Kevin unlocking the collar, allowing it
  to drop to the ground in front of Brad.  Brad stood up and
  looked around to see Brian coming up the bluff with a pair
  of shorts and a shirt.
  
  "It's all we could sneak up here without you noticing" he
  said, tossing them to Brad, who very quickly dressed.
  
  "Hey, how about this" Brad said as he pulled the shorts up
  past his boner, "can you loan me the screwdriver?"
  
  Jim blushed, but he was smiling.  "No, I think you're going
  to have to find your own screwdriver for that now, you're
  not in the program anymore and it wouldn't be right for me
  to be doing anything with your privates."
  
  Brad waited for a second to see if Jim was joking again, but
  when he just stood there Brad walked over and gave him a
  playful punch in the shoulder.  "You know, for a soon-to-be
  sixth grader, you have some strange ideas."  He grabbed
  Kevin by the arm and started towards home.  "We still have
  to run you know, and I've got a real interest in getting
  home quick.  Let's get going."