Brad in DANIP, Third Time is a Charm Chapter 3
by Aldric
Copyright 2005 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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Chapter 3

While Brad was being introduced to the peg seat, Kevin, Jim,
and many other kids were finding out how the three detention
process worked.  All of the kids here for detention had a
blue 'D' and a number painted on their chest and back.  A
high school kid of about 17 called for them to gather
around.

"Okay, listen up detainees, I'm only going to say this once
and if you blow it you can come back next week and hear it
again.  You are here for four hours.  For some of that time
you are free to wander around.  Unlike the people who are in
DANIP, you don't need a controller; however, you are
prohibited from covering up at any time.  If you are
ticketed for covering up, you will receive additional time
doing public service duties before you are allowed to return
to wearing clothes.  And if you get enough tickets, you earn
more detentions.  And people are allowed to touch you;
stopping them earns you an automatic return trip.  Everyone
with me so far?"

"There are three parts to your day here.  The middle part
will take about two hours and you will earn points.  The
person with the highest points from each school can just sit
around and watch everyone else do the last part."  We have 3
boys and a girl from Walnut Elementary; 4 boys and a girl
from Grove Elementary; 4 boys and no girls from Riverside
Middle; 2 boys and no girls from Easton Middle, and nobody
from Cedar High."

"The last part, the one you want to miss, is a trip to area
9.  For those of you who don't know what that is, trust me,
you want to win the contests and not go there."

"Now that brings me to the first part.  In the next hour,
you must go to the following mandatory areas: Area 5, the
tickle area; Area 6, the spanking area, and Area 7, the
rental area.  Again, if you haven't been here, you'll learn. 
One difference between being a detainee and being an inmate
is in area 7.  You will be rented to the school that votes
the most for you to perform community service for two hours. 
You will be naked for that time of course.  So remember, 5,
6, and 7 are mandatory."

"You must go to either area 2, the Karaoke area; area 3, the
touching and picture area; area 4, the masturbation area; or
area 8, the school area.  Pay attention now, you only have
to go to one of those areas, and you can choose which one. 
Area 8 is new, and if you dare and are successful, you can
use it to miss out on the wonders of area 9."  By this time
nearly all of the kids there for detention were confused,
which was the effect desired by the boy giving the
instructions.

"You will hear an announcement for the contests in about an
hour.  They will be held right here.  I'll explain each of
the contests as they start.  Remember, you will be competing
against kids from your own school, not the other schools."

"So to review, in the next hour, you must go to one of the
following areas: 2, 3, 4 or 8, AND, you must go to areas 5,
6, AND 7.  Remember you get tickets for covering up, and you
get fines for any messes you make.  The fines are paid by
doing 30 minutes of community service at your own school for
each fine.  If you forget the rules, you will get another
detention next week and maybe then you'll listen better. 
See you all in an hour."

Before anyone had a chance to head off anywhere, kid giving
the rules walked back up to the podium and said "I forgot
one rule.  While you are here, if you become hard for any
reason, you beat off to orgasm.  That means you, you, and
you should start right now" he said, pointing at three boys. 
The boy walked over to one of the girls and reached between
her legs.  Out of reflex she pulled his arm up and stepped
back.

"And here is our first volunteer for a return visit next
week, number 9" he said, making a note in a notebook he
carried.  Without another word, he reached for her groin
again.  This time she blushed but did not stop him.

"For you girls, if your clit is hard, you join the boys and
play with it till you have an orgasm.  Failure to follow
this rule can bring you back here again next week."

Both of the girls began to stimulate themselves, which
caused the rest of the boys to get hard.

"Okay, have fun and listen for the call to come back here"
the boy said, stepping down from the podium.  A young boy
walked up to him and said "Sir?  I don't know what that word
means, organism."

"How old are you?"

"I'll be eleven next week."

"Well, you'll be here for your birthday then if you don't
figure it out."  The boy ignored anyone else who had a
question and left.

Jim had heard the question and came over to the younger boy. 
"Do you play with yourself at home like you are now?

"Yeah.  Well, not in front of people."

"Did you do it until it feels like you're going to pee, but
nothing comes out.  But it feels really good?

The kid blushed, but answered "yeah, sometimes."

The word the big kid used was orgasm, and that's what you
need to do."

Kevin shook his head watching Jim watch the boy.  He knew
Jim was going to get off watching the kid get off.  Being
experienced here, Kevin finished as quick as he could,
catching all of his cum in his hand.  One by one the other
kids were finishing, and people with yellow vests on were
suddenly running through the group painting a "F" on kids
who shot their sperm on the ground.  It only took a few
seconds for people to realize they had just earned a fine.

"I guess we'll be competing against each other for first
place" Jim said to Kevin.  "Do you want to go together?"

"You can come with me if you want, but I want to go find
Brad first" Kevin said, heading off.  Jim followed and they
were lucky in that they ran into Brian right away.

"Brian, where's your brother?"  Kevin asked.  Then he that
Brian's face was pale.  "What happened to him?"

"That spanking was brutal, it really hurt him, and then he
had another day added to his sentence already.  After the
stuff that you and he did to me, the humiliation seemed
appropriate and I enjoyed putting him through the program. 
And I thought it would be funny to see him where he is now,
but it wasn't.  I wish the rules would let me just torment
him, but they don't."

"I'm not allowed to tell you what's going to happen to him
at school, and he's got a horrible week coming up too, but
there's nothing we can do about.  If I screw up, even a
little, I find out what it's like to be a third time
offender.  Where is he?"

"Back there in that glass booth.  I don't think he wants you
to see him though."  Kevin raised his eyebrows.  "He has to
use a special chair every place he goes from now on.  It has
a peg in it."  Kevin and Jim both looked confused, so Brian
explained "the peg goes in his butt."

"Is it hurting him?"

"The spanking really hurt him, but I don't think the peg
does.  I just think he really doesn't want anyone to see him
like that.  He doesn't know yet it isn't just here, he has
to use it at home and school too."

"If he has to use it all week I'm going to see it anyway"
Kevin said, moving off.  Jim followed him, and Brian came
along too.

"What about you guys, what's happening to you" Brian asked.

"The usual crap here, we have to go through most of the
stuff.  We have an hour though before the next thing
starts."

Brian thought for a second, and then asked "When did the
hour start?"

It suddenly occurred to Kevin that this place was designed
to keep you off-balance and confused.  It would be typical
for them to really only have a portion of that hour.  "Shit,
good thinking, I owe you one.  Come on Jim, we have to
hurry."

"But why, I thought we were going to go see Kevin?"

Kevin tried to explain it to him as they headed to area 5.

"I hope you don't have to pee" Kevin said to Jim as they got
to the tickle area.  A crowd of kids were hanging around
waiting for victims and Kevin and Jim were soon tied spread-
eagled facing each other.  Kevin stole a glance at the
monitor's watch as feathers were being handed out to the
crowd, then it was all he and Jim could do to not scream as
the feathers rubbed them everywhere.  They only had two
short breaks to catch their breath before the next session
began.  Finally the monitor called for the feathers to be
handed in.  As he untied them, Kevin noticed that instead of
the required 15 minutes it had actually been 18.

The monitor noticed that the cum Kevin had been carrying in
his hand had spilled to the ground, so he painted 'F" on
Kevin's leg, then put a '5' below that and one on Jim's leg. 
Both boys were hard again and Kevin had to drag Jim along
while trying to beat off at the same time.

"I still don't understand why we have to hurry so much" Jim
said, rubbing his own dick.

"Because, they aren't going to give us the full hour, and
each of the places we go to are going to keep us longer than
they should" Kevin answered.  He shot into his hand as he
pulled Jim into area 6.  There were already several other
kids here, six of the ones serving detention and four who
were in DANIP.

"Plenty of room, come on in" said the girl monitor.  "Who
wants the big one?" she yelled.

A group of girls who looked like high school age called out
and handed over their tokens.   The girl in charge handed
them some plastic paddles and asked them how they wanted
him.

"In an 'X' and pull the ropes tight!" the girls yelled.  As
the monitor started positioning Kevin in the frame the girls
had chosen, she saw some of the cum he had again collected
drip down on the ground.  "Whoops, that'll cost you some
service time" she said as she painted two "F's" on him.

"Hey, why two of them" Kevin said before he could stop
himself.  She didn't answer him, but painted a third one on
him and then told the girls "You each get 25, but make him
count them and say "thank you ma'am" after each one or don't
count it."

The monitor then pulled Jim forward, and a group of girls
his age and younger got him.  They wanted him over their
lap, so the monitor gave them a chair and the plastic
paddles and told gave them the rules.

The girls spanking Jim knew they could get away with murder,
and the first one accused Jim of not counting one of her
strokes.  Jim argued with her until the monitor came over
and painted an "F" on the back of his thigh.

"It looks unbalanced for him to have a letter on just one
leg" the girl said to the monitor.

"You think so?  You might be right; I'd better make it
even."  She painted an "F" on the other leg and the girls
went back to spanking.

Kevin just kept trying numbers with each hit, sometimes they
counted and sometimes they didn't.  When the monitor
released him and put the number 6 on him he guessed he had
received about 50 from each girl.  He watched, nervous about
the time, as the younger girls kept after Jim.

When Jim was placed over the third girl's lap, she reached
one hand down between his legs and began stroking him while
she spanked him with the second hand.  He counted all the
stokes, and she didn't correct him, but she did slow down
near the end.  When she finished, she called the monitor
over.

"He made a mess on my lap" she said.  Even though there was
nothing there, the monitor painted another "F" on Jim before
adding the number.  As Jim turned to leave, the monitor
called him back.

"You're still hard, you need to take care of that."

"I will, on the way to the next area" he said, following
Kevin out.

"Come back here, both of you" the monitor called, waiting
until they both came back in.  "You need to take care of it
here before you leave."  They were standing in front of over
a hundred kids, all of whom were hoping for a show.

"Just hurry up and do it" Kevin said to him as Jim began
stroking.

"If you're in such a big hurry, why don't you do it for him? 
Stand next to him and bring him off."

Kevin hesitated, hearing yells of approval from kids in his
school, but he knew there would be consequences if he didn't
do it, or if he had to be told twice.  He moved next to Jim
and began stroking Jim's dick, trying to find a way that
would speed it up.  It took nearly five minutes of their
time, but finally Jim's knees buckled and, much to his
surprise, he shot a small gob of cum, which landed on the
floor before Kevin could catch it.

"Now you do him the same way" the monitor said to Jim as she
painted another "F" on him.  Realizing that the clock was
running, Jim grabbed Kevin's soft dick and began bring it to
life.  Wanting to fight the feeling, Kevin closed his eyes
and went with it, allow Jim to bring him off quickly.

The monitor painted another "F" on Kevin's leg, but then
surprised them both by adding a number "4" to each boy. 
"Now get out of here, I've got a long line behind you" she
said.

"God, I thought we were really screwed, but for some reason
she helped us out.  We picked up our optional area at the
same time" Kevin said as they headed to area 7.

"Yeah, and it was the one area I think you didn't want to go
to most of all.  Am I right?"

"Yes, forced masturbation is not my idea of fun, especially
one the big screen."

"What did the kid who gave us the rules say about area 7?"

"I think we have to spend two hours doing some kind of
community service at the school that bids the highest for
us."

They quickly mounted the stands, finding only one of kid
from detention there.  The bidding on that kid was just
nearing the end as only two kids were still bidding, and one
of them was counting his tokens.

"Going once; going twice; gone!  Detainee number 3 is sold
to Walnut Elementary for two hours of community service, and
you get to decide what service he provides" the monitor
said, making notes on a notebook after he painted the number
7 on the kid's back.  Kevin noticed the kid only had one
"F", but he also only had only been to area 3 before here.

"Okay, come on up here you two" the monitor said.  "We have
here a sturdy-looking and a nerdy-looking pair.  Let's start
with number 12, what am I bid for number 12?"

That was Jim's number, and the bidding went smoothly, ending
with Jim being sold to someone in his own school.

Next came Kevin's turn.  The bidding was taking longer as
more people were bidding until a girl made a large raise. 
Kevin looked out to see who it was and shuddered.  It was
Brad's next door neighbor, to whom Kevin had said nobody
would ever force him to go around naked or beat off in
public.

No one else out bid her, and the monitor announced that
Cedar high school would get some much-needed improvements
completed, thanks to Niccole Kirby.

Jim and Kevin were just getting their numbers painted on
when they heard the announcement that all of the kids in
detention had three minutes to report to the detention
center.

They were the first ones back, a fact that was recorded in
the notebook of the kid who had read them the rules.  He
also counted the number of "F's", "T's", and areas they had
painted on them and recorded that as well.  Fortunately,
neither Jim nor Kevin had a "T", but they each had Kevin had
five "F's" and Jim had four.

It took twenty minutes before the last of the kids returned
and were counted and recorded.  Kevin poked Jim and pointed
out the other boy from Jim's school had three "T's" painted
on him.  No sooner than he pointed and the unlucky boy was
called to the podium.

"I think I forgot to tell you at the beginning that each
ticket good for an additional four hours of community
service at your school, and the second and subsequent
tickets also count as detentions.  Since this fine lad
managed to earn three of them, he will be back here the next
two Saturday's serving detention!  Way to go number 5,
everyone give him a big round of applause."

"Okay, now on to the contests" began the monitor.  There are
six contests, each worth 50 points.  The points are divided
amongst you, and the person from each school with the
highest point total gets a break."

"The first contest is for visiting the wonderful areas of
our fine APA.  Only three people met the criteria to have
completed this contest, number 12 from Easten Middle School;
number 13 from Riverside Middle School, and number 1, also
from Riverside."

Jim, Kevin, and the third boy got the most points, and the
monitor pointed to a screen that showed everyone's points.

And we have a tie for making it back on time, with five of
you here either early or on time."  He went through the
numbers and schools for this group of five, which included
Kevin and Jim again.

"Next, we have the fewest number of fines."  The monitor
called out the numbers of the kids who won in this contest. 
Kevin noticed they were all younger kids from the elementary
schools.  Because of the difference in their fines, Jim was
in first place but only by one point.

"Now we get to the fun stuff.  First, we need to move over
to where we can have some audience participation."  The
monitor led to the edge of the APA where hundreds of kids
were milling about.  A cheer went up as the naked detention
kids were brought into the middle of the crowd.

"We want to see who can have the most orgasms in twenty
minutes, starting right now!" the monitor yelled, catching
everyone off-guard.  Kevin lay down on the grass and tried
to put everyone out of his mind and concentrate on getting
hard.

But it was tough going as kids, especially boys, came around
and made comments about his size, his technique, or anything
else they could do to distract him.  Kevin looked around and
was thankful he wasn't a girl; the boys were kneeling down
and squeezing in to get as good a look as they could as the
girls tried to finger themselves.

When the time was finally over, Kevin ended up third from
his school, but Jim was second.

"Now for some real fun, next we have ring toss.  The girls
have a real advantage here" the monitor said as other
monitors passed out a popsicle stick to each of the girls. 
"Put that stick in your hole and make it stand straight up
girls, boys, you have a built-in stick.  The audience is
going to play ring toss, and we count the number of rings
around your stick."

"But, boys, here is where it gets hard, pardon my pun.  The
ring doesn't count if you are not hard.  So get them up
there and let's get started."

After spending twenty minutes beating off, Kevin had
difficulty getting it hard again.  When the time was up, he
only had one ring; Jim had two.  He looked at how the points
were distributed and saw that there was only a small
difference in the point spread since the girls had gotten
most of the points.  He was in second place in his school,
but was trailing Jim by only 3 points with one contest to
go.

"The last contest helps raise money for our schools.  Our
fine audience here has bought a lot of tokens, and now they
get a chance to bid for pictures.  This is a sealed bid, and
points will be awarded based on the value of all the bids
for each of our detention kids here.  But only the highest
bidder for a kid from each school will be the one who gets
the pictures.  So let's get those bids made and delivered."

It took some time for all the bids to be recorded, and this
time they didn't call out the winners, instead they just put
the points up on the tally board.  Kevin and Jim kept watch
for their points.

Jim had taken first place in this contest, getting 7 more
points, outpacing Kevin's 4 for first place in overall
points from their school.

The monitor called up each of the four winners of the
picture contest by number.  Jim got called first.  "Well,
young man, it looks like you will be sitting back and
watching as most of these other kids go to area 9, but let's
find out who bid the highest for pictures of you."  He
pulled open an envelope and read a girl's name, who jumped
up.  Jim's face paled when he realized she was one grade
behind him and went to the elementary school he had just
graduated from last spring.

"And where will do you want these pictures taken" the
monitor asked her.

"At our carnival fund raiser in two weeks" she answered.

"That sounds real good, and darn embarrassing too.  Maybe we
can get him to do some of his community service there too. 
Good job, and tough luck."

The two girls had each finished first in their respective
school, so they joined Jim while the rest of the boys were
herded over to the infamous area nine where they were fitted
with a sack around their balls and a plastic bottle attached
to a belt on their chest.  The bottle contained a chemical
that would heat up their balls and also cause an erection. 
The heat helped produce more sperm.

"Everyone listen up" a monitor yelled.  "This is the one
area where violating a rule carries greater consequences
than anywhere else.  You are NOT allowed to touch the bottle
or the sack at any time.  Adjusting the setting, pulling the
tube out of the bottle, or doing anything with the sack on
your balls will earn you an automatic detention for each
offense.  If you get hard, and you will, you know what you
need to do.  The timers are set for 45 minutes, but you
can't return here until your penis is soft.  For most of
you, that will take fifteen minutes after the last shot of
the chemical.  For some of you, it may take a little
longer."

The timers were turned on and the 11 boys were led out the
door where they had to mingle with the crowds again.

Kevin knew exactly what was going to happen, but even so the
first shot of the chemical almost cause him to grab at his
balls.  As the chemical ran down the tube to the sack around
his balls, his movement from the burning caused it to spread
out over a greater surface area.  Within minutes he was
already getting hard and knew from experience that over the
next hour he would probably shoot at least five times, each
one likely to result in an additional fine.

He saw Jim standing next to Brian and tried to avoid them,
but they had already seen him and were moving towards him. 
Kevin saw that Jim had a magic marker in his hand.

"For wining first place from our school, I'm allowed to pass
one of my fines on to anyone I want" Jim said, smiling.

"No, please, Jim" Kevin started, ready to beg if necessary. 
"Some of by community service time will be done being part
of those stupid experiments the class is doing.  Don't give
me more time; remember, Brad and I tried to help you."

"Yeah, I know, I just wanted to scare you.  Me and the other
three who finished first decided to gang up on the fifth and
sixth graders, I gotta go tag one of them.  I just wanted to
say thanks for helping me out in here before I go."

"Isn't Pete here?  Don't you have to take care of him?"

"I wish, but my mom didn't think it would be a good idea. 
The kid next door has him.  Maybe next week if he's still in
the program I can bring him."

Jim ran off with his marker, seeking out one of the
elementary kids.  "Can we go see Brad now?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah, his time is up."  Brian paused for a second.  "You
know, when I was in DANIP, the worst time wasn't with my
sister, it was when I was with my best friend and he had to
treat me mean.  Are you sure you want to go with me to get
Brad?"

Kevin thought for a second, remembering when he was in DANIP
and Brad got in trouble for being too nice to him, and even
then he hated every thing Brad made him do more than anyone
else.

"No, your right, it isn't a good idea.  Can you tell him I
thought of him and stayed away because I didn't want to make
it worse for him?"

Brian promised him he would and the two split up just as one
of the boys from the senior high came over to Kevin.

"Looks like you have five fines at 30 minutes a piece" he
said to Kevin, handing him a sheet of paper and a pen. 
"That will be two and a half hours of community service at
your school.  Sign here."  Kevin didn't read it, so he
missed that the boy had written down three and a half hours.

"You also have two hours of community service at the high
school, thanks to Niccole" he said, giving him another piece
of paper to sign.  If Kevin had read this one he would have
noticed it said four hours instead of two.  "We'll be
looking forward to seeing you" the boy said as he left to
catch up with another victim.

Jim came running over soon after.  "Boy, I hope you read the
paperwork closely" he said.  "They told me ninety minutes of
community service but the form said two hours.  And the
community service that I was bought for was supposed to be
two hours but the paper said four.  The worse part is I had
already signed for the picture taking without reading it and
he wouldn't let me see it again, so I don't know what they
screwed up on that."

It wasn't a screw up" Kevin said.  "It was intentional.  I
wish you had warned me earlier though, I didn't read any of
them.  It sucks to go first because there isn't anyone to
warn you about all the tricks they play on you."  Kevin was
pissed, but he was smart enough to know there was nothing he
could do about now.


  
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