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Author: Christopher Andrew
Title: Distance
Summary: How much distance can one have from sex?
Keywords: MF oral anal nc
Written: Nov 2001

WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual
descriptions and language. If you are a minor or if you are offended by
this kind of material then you should stop reading now. Any resemblance
between this story and a real event is coincidental. The participants are
imaginary; their actions have no negative consequences other than those
portrayed in the story. The story is intended for entertainment and should
not be emulated in the real world outside of a healthy relationship.

Distance (MF rom oral anal nc)

by Christopher Andrew (christopherandrew AT hotmail DOT com)
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Sharpening my focus I saw her in the distance, her body, small,
distinct, entirely naked. Her perfect skin a stark contrast to the dark
stone around her. The perfect roundness of her ass protruding into the
cool air was unmistakable, the small rhythmic movements of her body almost
invisible.

I started walking towards her. Pacing slowly. The slow click of my
shoes ringing into the distance. The sway of my suit clear in the silence
around me. I made no hurry; though I found my blood beginning to rise.

As I moved closer the movements became clearer. Even from behind I
could see the rocking of her body back and forth. Her pink ass pumping
into the air, first slowly and then faster and faster.

Careful to keep my step, I felt the restraint of my under ware on my
ever hardening cock. I continued on, focused on my goal.

A slight noise, a small moan came from in front of me. Her movements
becoming increasingly faster. I could see her fingers now, sliding through
her wet lips as she stroked her self faster as faster.

Through her legs I could make out her breasts; being crushed into the
cold stone bet heath her, desperately trying to support her in her quest.
Her hand slipped faster and faster over her slippery cunt, a regular moan
building as her orgasm built.

I can smell her sweet juices now as they drift towards me on the wafting
breeze. They hit me in the face and slide down my spine into my cock,
which reacts by trying to leap out of my pants.

Faster, and more intense she slides her fingers in long strokes over her
clit and over her hole, occasionally slipping her middle finger inside.
Again and again until her whole body shakes and her finger slides into her
cunt and holds on for dear life while her orgasm over takes her.

Only several feet behind her now, I slide the zip of my trousers down
and reach in to remove my now throbbing cock. It feels solid and heavy in
my hand as I kneel down behind her. She senses me now, but it's too late
to react - she pulls her hand from her cunt.

I place my other hand on her ass and guide my cock between her ass
cheeks, feeling the heat of her cunt. I slide the head of my cock around
her hole and up around her anus, spreading her juices over her and around
my cock. She is frozen still when I start, but she is too hot to resist
now and starts to grind her ass back towards me.

Taking a firm hold of her ass I push my cock into her cunt, just the
head at first, sliding in easily, then taking her with my other hand I
thrust my whole cock deep inside her. Her heat is intense and my cock is
gripped tightly as I start to thrust in and out of her pussy with long,
full strokes.

Looking down I watch my very wet cock sliding in and out of her.
Pushing deep into her with every stroke. Following the line of her ass
crack and along her spine. Every stroke pushing all the way through her.
Along her spine, up her back, into her neck and pressing her head into the
stone.

As I think of my cock sliding right through her and into her throat, I
feel my orgasm begin to build in my balls. They have worked there way free
and are now slapping between her legs. I feel the pressure build inside
me, but keep up a steady pace slowing bringing it right through me.

Finally it hits, with one final thrust my cock explodes inside her,
spraying her cunt with my hot cum again and again. She moans loudly and
firming up her grip on my hot cock, squeezes the cum from me as I pull out.

I stand, my cock hanging down half limp. Walking in front of her she
rises and licks the cum dribbling from the end of my cock. Looking up at
me she takes me into her mouth and slides her tongue around my head, gently
sliding her mouth up and down my full length.

In no time she has my cock fully hard and is running her mouth up and
down its full length. Kissing my head she looks up at me wanting to be
fucked, but I have not finished her yet. Grabbing her hair I force my cock
into her mouth. She gags at first but soon picks up my rhythm as I fuck
her face, pushing my head down into her throat.

I cum quickly, her tongue lapping the full flavour straight from me. I
continue to hold her hair and gently fuck her mouth while her tongue
polishes the head of my cock, not allowing me to go soft.

Feeling long and hard again, I release her head and she falls back.
Moving down I push her onto her back and spread her legs forcing my self
between them. With one hand under her shoulder and one I her thigh I push
my cock between her wet pussy lips and begin to slide it up and down. At
the same time I take her full breast into my mouth, sometimes biting
sometimes flicking my tongue around her nipple as my cock slides around her
clit.

Sliding my cock back I feel the hot welcome of her cunt around my head,
and push my cock deep into her cum filled pussy. She gasps and pulls me
deeper into her. After a few strokes I slide my hands down her sides to
her ass and took a firm hold, and slid my legs under her thighs. Then
sitting up with her body draped away from me I continued to fuck her, half
with my hips and half pulling her onto me.

With my cock pushed hard against the top of her cunt, it doesn't take
long before her orgasm starts. I feel it first around the top of my cock
as it pushes in to its deepest point. Then the spasms move down,
tightening the already firm hold on my cock, until her whole body explodes
in spasm and she can't help but tell the world.

With what was left of her orgasm still rippling through her, I slide out
of her cunt and rolled her over onto her knees. Taking my hard wet cock
into my hand I push the head into her anus and with a little pressure I
enter her. She reacts by pushing back over the length of my cock.

Feeling the tightness slide down me and grab her ass with both hands and
start to fuck her little hole. After several strokes she is up on her
hands and I run my hands down her back to her shoulders, pushing deeper
into her. With my cock buried in her I pull her up, my hands holding her
breasts as I fuck her ass hole faster and faster.

Holding her up I continue to fuck her until my cock thickens and
explodes into her again. Feeling my hot cum inside her triggers another
orgasm and I loose my grip on her so she falls back onto all fours. As our
orgasms subside I continue to slide gently in and out of her. After a
short time I pull out of her and stand up, leaving her limp quivering body
almost as a found it.

I tuck my cock back into my pants and straighten my shirt as I turn and
continue on my way.

The End.

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Brian's Turn in the APA

2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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Brian Weslo had gone from the worst moment of his life to
the best and back to the worst again, all in just three
days. After his brother Brad and Brad's best friend Kevin
had pantsed him in the gym in front of hundreds of kids,
their parents enrolled Brad in a pilot program in order to
teach him how to be a better person and to do what he was
told. And they left Brian and his sister Melissa in charge
of their brother. While that had been enough to satisfy
Brian, he knowingly violated one of the rules and then lied
about it. Once he was caught, he ended up wearing a collar
around his neck the same as his brother had.

The first day with the collar was the worst, as Brian had to
spend it at his best friend's house. His best friend, Tom,
tried not to get into it too much, but it was just too hard
to resist being allowed to and tease a naked boy his
own age. In fact, he wasn't just allowed to, he was
encouraged to humiliate Brian as much as he could. And even
without him, Tom's two sisters, 13 year old Megan and 11
year old Miranda, along with Melissa, were all there to make
Brian's life unbearable.

The second day wasn't quite as bad. Brad's collar had been
removed the night before, and while Brian thought Brad would
take him for the day to get revenge on him, instead Brad
said he just wanted to rest. So once again Brian spent it
with his sister, Tom, and Tom's sisters. He was a little
more used to being naked, and the enjoyment was a little
more stale the second day, so it wasn't as bad as the first
day. But that night when they got back home Brian's mother
told his sister to leave him alone for the rest of the
evening because tomorrow he was going to the new Additional
Punishment Area that had just opened in their town. While
similar to the APA Brad had been at in nearby Bayview, it
was also somewhat different.

Brad wanted to make Brian pay dearly for his time in the
Bayview APA, and started off that night. "I want you to
call Susan Bikham," Brad told him; "and invite her to the
APA tomorrow."

Susan was Brian's current girl friend, and he especially
didn't want her to see him naked. Of course, Brad knew
that, which was why he had requested it.

"Make me call anyone else, but not her," begged Brian. "I'd
really like to start going out with her, and if she sees me
at the APA, I'll be like you and never be able to get a
date." Brian knew the moment he said it that it was the
wrong thing to say. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that like it
came out."

"Yes you did, so now for that you can call two girls, and
Susan has to be one of them. In fact, let me make it worse.
In addition to two girls, you have to invite any other four
people from your class, boy or girl."

Brian stared at him in shock, knowing that this would end
his social life for sure.

Seeing the look on his brother's face, Brad softened it just
a little. "I'll tell you want, there have been some changes
made since you took me to the APA. One of them is a rest
area, which doesn't allow any monitors or visitors. Just
us, and no punishments are to be done there, it is truly a
rest area. You call as many people in your class as you
want, and give me a list of who you called. If any 5 of the
people on the list AND Susan Bikham are there tomorrow, I
promise you no less than 1 hour in the rest area."

He paused to let that sink in, and then he continued. "If
you get Susan and any other 4 people, I'll leave you in area
1 for an hour, and I won't allow a monitor to take you out.
So call people and invite them and make it easier on
yourself. Just give me a list of who you call before we
leave tomorrow."

Brian knew that part of the fun in being a guardian was
giving an offender a choice between two different evils, and
now he had to make one. Whether to invite a lot of kids
from his class and hope that only 6 of them come, or just
call six and hope they all come. After what he put Brad
through when Brad was at the APA, he figured he had better
call some extras.

Susan Bikham was the hardest call, so he forced himself to
call her first. She wanted to know everything about the APA
because she had never heard of it, and didn't sound too
excited until he told her he would be naked. From the
moment he said those words she was coming.

Next he made the easiest call, his best friend Tom. Of
course, he forgot about Tom's sisters, but Tom ensured him
they would love to come too.

Then he had the difficult choice, whether to call boys or
girls. Boys might think he was weird, but wouldn't be as
likely to take part in his punishment. Girls were more
likely to come, but being seenby, and possibly being touched
by girls from his class was a lot more embarrassing. In the
end, he called 4 more boys and 3 more girls who said they
would come. He wrote the names on a list and gave it to
Brad.

But Brad wasn't done yet. "Do you remember the Power
Rangers Song you used to sing all the time? I want you to
sing it during the Karaoke part tomorrow. Without any
backup music, just you singing it. And you can do the dance
you did too."

"Brad, I was 5 years old then," Brian said, knowing he was
begging again. Every time Brad had begged him for
something, Brian had made it worse, now he was learning how
that felt, but it was hard not to beg when he was being
asked to do such horrible tasks.

"But do you remember the song and the dance you did?" Brad
waited for Brian to nod his head and then said "good, then
that's taken care off. Now, how about the video tape we had
for Steven, "Bear in the Big Blue House, Potty Time with
Bear," do you remember that song too? If you forgot it, you
need to get the tape out and start practicing."

Steven was their 2 year old cousin, and the tape was to help
potty train him. Brian turned white just thinking about
singing that song on a stage in front of several of his
friends, kids from school, and probably 50 total strangers.
Singing was something that Brian was good at, and enjoyed
doing, but Brad hated to be made to sing, so Brian had sent
Brad up on stage twice. Now he was going to get his revenge
by choosing the music that would be remembered by everyone
at school.

"Brad, I'm sorry for everything I made you do, and I guess I
deserve this. Is there anything else, because I really
don't remember that song, so I will have to find the tape,
and mom told me to be in bed by ten."

Brad smiled and shook his head. "Go learn your songs,
tomorrow will be a long day, and I know from experience you
aren't going to get much sleep tonight. I'll leave you
alone for the rest of the evening."

One of the things Brad had done on the last day he wore the
collar was to serve as a tester for training new staff.
Judge Eckerd also asked him what worked and what didn't work
at the APA he had been sent to and based on his responses
and those of a few other kids, changes had been made when
setting up the facility locally.

One of the biggest changes was to reduce the power of the
monitors, which was accomplished by making the offenders
more available to the visitors. Part of this change was
something that Brad was glad didn't exist when he went
through; there was now an area known as area 7 where
offenders could be taken and auctioned off to the highest
bidder for a maximum of four hours. There were minimum bids
for each hour, and the minimum for four hours was very high,
which would limit the number of kids auctioned off for that
time.

Also, the exchanging of money was reduced. Monitors were
now paid, although they could still accept tips. But all
the areas where visitors had access to the offenders were
controlled by the use of tokens. Visitors were given two
tokens when they paid to get in, and could bet on the
outcome of many offender activities to get more. The
auction block accepted only tokens.

Area 1, the viewing area, was almost unchanged, except that
visitors could call an offender to come up to the glass and
provide visitors any pose they requested.

Area 2, the Karaoke machine area and area 3, the touching
area, were both unchanged except that the picture area was
now also part of area 3 instead of the spanking area.

Area 4, the forced masturbation area, now allowed two
visitors to compete with each other using one or more
offenders, in addition to the use of professionals to
repeatedly masturbate offenders sent there.

In addition to area 7, two new areas had been established
where the guardian (or a monitor) could earn tokens. Area 5
was now a tickle area, replacing the old spanking area. In
this area, visitors could pay for the right to tickle an
offender. The other was area 6, a newly designed spanking
area with policies and procedures completely different than
the old spanking area. Here, visitors could spank
offenders. The spankings were all done using plastic straps
that caused only minor pain. There was a limit on how long
a guardian could send an offender to either of these two
regions, but offenders could also be sent here by monitors
for committing offenses in the park, and this time did not
count against the guardian's maximum time of 1 hour per area
per day.

And one important rule now existed for any offender in the
park if the offender gained an erection, they were
required to masturbate to orgasm within 3 minutes. Each
minute or portion of a minute over 3 they took to achieve
orgasm was converted to 5 minutes of spanking in area 6.

Brad and Melissa walked Brian to the APA and checked him in.
As soon as they entered the park, Tom and his sisters, as
well as all the other invited boys and girls were there
waiting for him. They all came running up to him, most of
them had no idea until they got here that offenders were
naked and they couldn't wait to get a close up look at
Brian, much to his obvious horror. His first thought was
how he was ever going to go to school after putting on a
show like this to so many of his clates.

The girls wanted to touch, so Brad took Brian to area 3
first, allowing them to touch him where they wanted. Brian
rapidly gained an erection and Brad said "teach them how you
beat off so they can do it to you if they want next time you
get hard."

This got even the boys interested, as they had never had the
opportunity to watch one of their friends show a group of
girls how they beat off. Brian was very nervous, and that
combined with showing the girls how he did it kept him going
for over 6 minutes before he shot his tiny bit of sperm.
Brad noted the time, and decided to lie about it, marking it
as 7 minutes, knowing that it would cost Brian 10 minutes of
spanking later.

While they were there, Brad also paid to have a photographer
take a picture of Brian, much like the one of Brad now
positioned in the center of the mantle in their house. The
photographer knew exactly what Brad wanted, a picture that
clearly showed Brian was naked, but which didn't show his
privates.

The girls kept asking constant personal questions of Brian,
which would cause his dick to start to rise again, but then
the boys would talk about how they were going to tell
everyone in school and it would fall again. Brad got behind
Brian and the next time a boy made a comment about school,
Brad put his finger to his lips and pointed at Brad's groin.
They finally got the idea, and as soon as Brian was hard,
Brad asked Susan if she wanted to have the honors.

She was overjoyed to be able to touch him, and stroked his
shaft just like he had showed her, causing him to shoot in
just a few minutes.

Next Brad led the group to area 5, where he locked Brian's
wrists and ankles to the supplied frame and the girls picked
out long feathers. Brad could have charged them tokens, but
instead he just allowed them 10 minutes each, using 40
minutes of his allowed time. They were just about to leave
when a girl of about 8 year of age came in, and she wanted
to know how much it cost to tickle him. Brad told her if
she did a really good job, it was free, but if she couldn't
make him dance he would stop her. She did the best of all
of them, and Brad let her go for the last of the 20 minutes,
stopping her only to allow Brian to catch his breath. The
last area the little girl concentrated on was Brian's balls
and the bottom of his dick, which caused Brian to become
hard once again. "Just like my brother," the little girl
said, "I just love bringing him in here, but I used up all
my time."

They untied Brian and once again told him to beat off. This
time he completed it in the allowed time, but Brad decided
to add 20 seconds, making it just over three minutes, or
another 5 minutes in area 6, which is where they all went to
next.

Brad explained the rule about beating off, which of course
Brian didn't know. Brian didn't believe there really was
such a rule, he knew how this place worked, but he also knew
that complaining about it would send him to area 4, and his
dick was already getting sore.

This time, the boys wanted to get into the act, and Brad
gave them all of the penalty minutes plus 50 of the 60 he
could send Brad here for. That meant there were 75 minutes
to divide up between the 5 of them, including Tom who wasn't
going to be deprived of his 15 minutes of fun. Even though
the plastic straps caused only a very slight amount of pain,
after almost an hour and a half of constant slapping by the
boys, Brian was hopping around with each slap, and his back
side was bright red. When they were finally done, Brad
asked if any of the girls wanted to try, and most of them
did, so he divided up the remaining 10 minutes and let them
go.

The boys were getting bored now and wanted to go check out
the rest of the park, but Brad asked to stay for just one
more area. Brian guessed what was next, and was nearly in
tears from the thought of what he had to do.

Brad told Brian's guests how the voting worked and directed
them around to the front while he brought Brian into the
back behind the stage at area 2. "You're just in time, I
needed a new candidate," the monitor said.

"Remember to tell them you want to sing the Power Ranger's
song, and I remember how you used to do the dance, so if you
don't do it right I'll take you someplace you'll like a lot
less." As the losing contestant was being taken to area 4
by her guardian, Brad told the monitor to let him name and
sing his song for the first two songs.

The other two kids on stage, a 10 year old boy and a 13 year
old girl went first, and then the monitor came out and
handed a microphone to Brian. He asked Brian to introduce
himself and what his favorite song was. In a very squeaky
voice that got laughs from the audience, Brian said "My name
is Brian Weslo, and I'd like to sing the Power Rangers
Song." The monitor looked surprised and responded "I'm
sorry, I don't think we have the music for that."

"That's okay," Brian said, his voice still squeaking, "I'll
just sing it myself." He launched into the song and did a
perfect rendition of the dance he used to do when he was 5
years old. The audience loved it, and rewarded him by
giving all their votes to the girl. The boy was led off
stage and immediately replaced by another boy of about 13.
The audience had grown, it was the largest Brad had seen,
and most of them were hoping to humiliate the new boy, which
was okay with Brad, this song was all he really wanted to
see Brian sing.

The girl went first, and then it was Brian's turn. Brad
could see the tears forming in his brother's eyes as he told
the monitor what song he wanted to sing. The title alone
drew a standing ovation from his friends and even some of
the kids here for the other boy. He stumbled through the
song, trying to dance the way bear did in the video, and
left out most of the verses, finally finishing it with his
voice barely rising above the laughter in the room. The
noise from the audience was attracting even more people, so
there were people standing in the aisles and at the door to
watch his performance. It was clearly the most embarrassing
song anyone had ever sung.

When it was done, the Monitor asked the new boy "How are you
going to top that?"

The boy was already crying, looking at the size of the crowd
here to watch him. "I have to sing the same song," he said
into the microphone in a soft voice. Brad turned to the
boy's guardian, a girl of about 16 and said "What're the
odds that we would both pick the same stupid song?" She
laughed and said she went through every song book and tape
they had for their baby brother, "and nothing said
humiliation like that song did."

The boy barely made it through the song, his knees were
knocking and it looked like he was close to fainting. When
the votes were tabulated, the girl had all of them. The
monitor ran on stage and announced the last place tie. He
directed that each boy first go to area 4 for 6 minutes, and
then spend 10 minutes in area 6. The crowd went wild, and
everyone scrambled out to get to the viewing area. The boys
that Brian had invited were in heaven; they knew that they
would never again get to see a show like that, and when
school started, the news would spread like fire.

Brian thought he knew what was going to happen here, but
Brad had other plans. The professional was fastening the
younger boy down to a table first, and Brad saw another boy
about Brian's age being brought in. Brad went to the
guardian and asked him if he minded if a couple of girls
competed to see which boy could be made to cum first and
most often. The boy rapidly agreed, and Brad quickly
explained the options to the girls.

Each of the visitors received two tokens when they entered,
and none of Brian's friends had spent or earned any. Brad
pulled the five he got for signing Brian in and said to
Susan "I'll bet all 5 of these that you can make him cum
faster than any of your friends can make that other boy cum,
whoever wins gets the tokens."

The guardian for the other boy got into the action, pulling
out 5 more. "I'll bet that girl," he pointed at one of
Brian's friends, "can make my cousin cum faster, and he's
already been here twice today."

The other boys that Brian had invited also got into the act,
and Brad cautioned them to save some so they could also bet
on most often. "Besides, there are four girls here; maybe
the other two want to compete as well."

"But what good are the tokens after we win?" asked Susan.

"I'll show you later; just go ahead and compete, unless
you'd rather not. I mean, I know what my brother means to
you."

"What are you talking about?" she asked him.

"Well, it's you he thinks of when he's beating off, he said
so himself." Tom and his sisters backed Brad up, saying
they were there when he said it.

"That little pervert!" she said, jumping up and pulling one
of the other girls along. "Come on Jackie, I know I can do
this better than you."

Brad followed them into the room and explained to the girl
working there what was happening. "Hey, I know you," she
said to Brad, "you were here the day we were training. I
got to do you." She looked at the two girls and said "I'll
bet 2 tokens I can get this boy off faster than both of you
newbies."

Brad's face had turned red from her comment that he had been
strapped to one of these beds before, but the two girls
hadn't even noticed. He strapped Brian and the other boy
down, whispering in Brian's ear just before he left "you
really want to make sure that Susan wins this."

Once all three boys were in place and the cameras on so the
rest of the audience could watch, the contest began. Susan
put everything she had learned from area 3 to good practice,
and beat Jackie, but not the staff girl. The staff girl
looked at the stack of tokens and took her two plus two more
and said to Susan "Looks like the rest are yours."

Susan picked up the 12 tokens, giving her a total of 14.

Jackie stepped down, offering her place to one of the other
girls. The staffer said "set the timers to 6 minutes; let's
see who can make their boy cum the most times." She put two
more tokens down.

Brad asked if he could borrow some, and she told him
"There's a young girl back there waiting for her turn. You
do her, and I'll pay you 5 tokens." She added the five to
the stack.

The other guardian matched his bet with 5, and several other
kids from the audience bet a few, the stack now had 18
tokens in it. "Set the timers, and let's get going," the
staffer said.

Brad watched while he strapped in the girl he was going to
do. He could see immediately that the staff girl was not
trying very hard; she was allowing the two girls to compete.
Susan was doing a good job, but when the timers went off,
the 10 year old had been brought to orgasm 2 times, Brian 3
times, and the other boy 4 times. Susan's friend picked up
the 18 tokens. She was just ready to leave when she took a
close look at the boy she had been masturbating. "Hey, I
know you. You play soccer for Ridgeway middle, don't you;
you're their goalie."

The boy said he was and she continued "I wish I had looked
at you earlier, you beat our team and I lost a bet because
of you." The boy's cousin came in to claim his offender and
overheard her comment. He looked at her and said "You've
got plenty of tokens there, why don't you come over to the
auction area and I'll let you bid on him." He looked down
at his cousin. "What do you say, Fred, want to spend 4
hours with a girl from a rival school who lost a bet because
of you?"

Brad was still working on the girl, but he was looking at
Brian. He didn't want Brian to know about area 7 yet. But
Susan was wiping her hands off on Brian's chest, and he was
asking her to release him from the bed and wasn't paying
attention to anything else around him.

The other girls had gone off to explore area 7, but the boys
were waiting around for another chance to spank Brian. Brad
asked Susan to come along too. As they walked over, Brian
said to her "I know this is a pretty stupid time, but I want
to tell you that I like you. I don't think you'll ever go
out with me after this, but I sure would like to go out with
you someday."

Susan put her arm around his shoulders and told him maybe
she would, but then she slapped his butt and said "but right
now you're naked and I'm having too much fun to think about
serious stuff." Then she looked at Brad and asked "What do
I do with the tokens?"

"You'll find out when we get to area 7, but it would be
better if you had more tokens first." Brad pulled Brian
back just before they entered and said "Brian, I'm telling
you this to help you, not to hurt you. I think you are
better off if she has more tokens. You can let the boys
spank you and name your own price and she can keep the
tokens. If you don't trust me, I understand, but I'm really
not trying to trick you."

When they came in the monitor told him he was late. "You
get 10 minutes for losing and 10 more minutes for being
late." The boys crowded around and took turns. When the
punishment strokes were over, Brian offered himself to his
clates, who only had 4 tokens between them. They said
they would give the 4 tokens for 10 more minutes. Then four
strangers came in, made the same offer. Brian endured 20
more minutes of spanking, but he earned 8 tokens, which he
gave to Susan, giving her a total of 22.

Brad took them over to area 7, where Judy, the girl that had
won the contest to make the boys cum the most, was running
out with a huge smile. "I bought him, Susan; I bought Fred
Diggs," she yelled as she ran up to Susan.

"What do you mean you bought him?" Susan asked.

"I had the high bid, and he's mine for 2 hours tomorrow."

Brian suddenly understood. "You're going to sell me," he
said in horror.

"Rent you out is more like it. I can put bids out for 1, 2,
or 4 hours, and the highest bidder wins you. And if I want,
I can add the time on to your sentence, but I won't." Brad
looked at Susan. "Susan, if you are the high bidder, you
can buy him for 4 hours and he'll be naked, docile, and do
everything you tell him to do; everything you are probably
looking for in a boy friend. But minimum bid for 4 hours is
20 tokens, so you don't have much extra. I wish you luck."

Brad led Brian away to the back of the tented area, where
they waited for the current bidding to end.

"Where did they get the idea for this?" Brian asked with
fear in his voice.

"I had part of the idea, and some other kid had another
part. They put them together and created area 7. Just
think, you can be rented out to total strangers now. But
they still have to obey the rules, just like anybody else."

"What are you going to do with the tokens?"

"I'm only allowed to keep 1 token per hour, the rest go back
to the park. They are trying to keep a shortage just to
limit people's ability to rent offenders. I can only rent
you out for a total of 4 hours, so this will be it, except
that you can also be sent here as punishment. Hey, let's
go, it's our turn now."

The monitor called them up and handed a microphone to Brad,
who started in by announcing that this auction was for 4
hours, and the minimum bid was 20. He had planned to try
and get Brian hard again, but before he could even start a
girl's voice yelled out "I bid 23!" It wasn't Susan.

"Sorry, Brian, I thought you would end up with her. Bad
luck for you I guess," Brad said, but then Susan's voice
came out clear as she yelled "26 tokens, I bid 26."

"Uh oh, I hope she knows she can get into trouble for
betting tokens she doesn't have," Brad said. There were no
other bids, and the monitor called out "26, the bid is 26,
going once, twice, three times. He's yours; bring your
tokens up here and then see his guardian to make
arrangements for getting him."

Susan came running up, counting out 26 tokens into the
monitor's hand. When she got back to where Brad and Brian
were, she said "Boy, are we going to have fun with you
Brian."

"Where did the extra chips come from, and who's 'we'?" Brad
asked.

"Some of the kids were over betting on something and won,
and they said if I shared Brian with them they would give me
some tokens."

"You said 'some of the kids' Who are you talking about?"
Brian asked.

"Well, lets see, it was Toby, Alex, Dennis, Megan, Miranda,
---What the heck, I'll just invite everyone. Even Tom," she
said, enjoying the look on Brian's face. "When can we have
him Brad?"

"I have nothing planned for him tomorrow. In fact, if you
guys take him, I'll have a chance to start running to get
ready for swim practice. Let me know when and where and
I'll get him there."

Brad told them he was going to give Brian a break for an
hour, but to hang around and have fun and Brian would be
back later. He then took Brian to the promised rest area
since Brian had met the condition Brad had put forward the
night before.

The rest area was cool and quiet. There were currently only
2 other offenders and their guardians in there, and the room
was divided to allow some privacy. "I wish they had this
when you went through APA, I would have taken you there
after the screw up with that monitor who that took you to
area 6," Brian said, thankful to have a chance to sit down
without anyone staring at him.

"Speaking of that, I recommended a lot of changes to that
area, and it's not as bad now. It's area 8 here because
they added the tickling and auction areas. And only an
adult or a guardian can send a kid there, the monitors can
only take a violator who won't do what he's told to an adult
in security, so there won't be any more problems like I
had."

"What else did they change?" Brian asked.

"You're going to find out. I talked to mom, and she
approved sending you there. It's on your check-in papers."
Brian's mouth dropped open in total fear, remembering what
happened to Brad.

When the hour-long break was over, Brad nearly had to pull
Brian along to get him to area 8. Brian knew he had to go,
but was actually afraid. He remembered watching helplessly
as Brad suffered through the device that had been attached
to his balls.

When Brad got him there, they were both surprised to find a
woman in charge. Brad told her that Brian was here as
stated on the check-in papers. She called the staff at
check in, and then said to Brad, "It will be just a second,
they're calling your mother at work to verify it." A few
seconds later she hung up the phone.

"Arms up" she said to Brian, who didn't respond. "I take it
you know about this place?" Brian didn't speak, but nodded
his head. "Look, I can be easy or rough, however you want
to play. But failure to follow commands in here can be a
lot more serious than outside, you should know that. So
let's try one more time; hands up!"

This time Brian slowly raised his arms, allowing her to lock
them in place. She then put a belt around his chest that
held the plastic bottle containing the chemical used to heat
up his balls and give him an erection. Next she fitted the
sack around Brian's balls and ran a plastic tube from the
sack to the bottle. Brad noticed that Brian was so scared
that he didn't even get a boner while the lady was feeling
his balls.

Lastly, she measured out a quantity of the white, syrupy
mixture and poured it into the bottle. She set a battery in
place and turned on a switch, and Brian tightened up as he
heard the small motor running as it pumped the stuff down
the tube.

With tears in his eyes, he quickly asked "How bad is it
going to be Brad?"

"Nowhere near as bad as you're making out. It heats your
balls up, and it keeps getting hotter, but just when you
think you can't take any more, it stops. That is, unless
someone squeezes the whole bottle out onto your balls at
once."

"I was trying to get it off youuuuu, oh, ohhh, ohhhhh, ah."
Brian's voice kept getting higher as he danced around on his
toes as the first blast of the chemical worked its way along
his balls. He probably already knew that moving around like
he was made it worse because it spread it out more, but Brad
knew that he couldn't stop.

"Its set for 20 minutes, and it injects every 5 minutes.
Leave his arms bound so he doesn't try and tear it off, and
after the bottle is empty bring him back and I'll remove it"
the woman said. Brian was still moaning, but Brad knew from
experience that it was already getting better.

He brought Brian out to find his friends and let him hang
around with them for the twenty minutes. They found 2 of
the girls and all the boys and Brad explained what the stuff
on him was for. He finished just as the pump started up
again. As Brian started yelling and dancing, the boys were
laughing. "Wow, look at him go! That must really hurt."

"I can let you experience it for yourself if you'd like,"
Brad told the boy, but the boy declined. After a few
seconds the pump stopped and shortly after that Brian calmed
down, but now the second part of the device started to
become effective. In addition to a chemical that heated up
the balls, it also contained a chemical that was absorbed
through the skin and caused an erection.

"He must like it, he's getting hard again!" One of the boys
said. "Make him beat off next time it runs."

"No, I think I'll keep his arms where they are until this
phase is over. But he'll be hard for about an hour, and I
think his dick will get sore, then he goes to area 6 and
you'll get to spank him again."

And so it went, every 5 minutes the pump ran and Brian did
his little dance and yelled while his penis kept growing
harder and harder. When it got down to the last pump, Brad
led Brian back to area 8 to get it removed.

By now Brian had the hardest erection he had ever had, and
Brad ordered him to start beating off as they walked back.
The kids from his class had followed them;, one of them went
to find the others, so they were all there to watch Brian as
he rubbed and shot, and rubbed and shot, and rubbed some
more. Soon it became obvious that his dick was getting sore
as he kept trying to find a new place to rub.

Twice Brad told him he went past the three minute maximum,
and finally Brad just stopped completely. "You understand
that you get spanked for 5 minutes for every minute you go
with your dick still hard, don't you?" Brad asked him.

Once again, Brian had tears in his eyes. "But I just can't
do it anymore, it's getting too sore." Finally, one of the
boys noticed that Brian's dick was getting soft, and Brad
stopped keeping time.

"You went for a total of 11 minutes over the limit, so
that's 55 minutes of spanking." Brad said. "The good news
for you is that I can only keep you here for another 65
minutes, so after you're done in area 6 we'll call it a day
and take you home.

The crowd of kids hurried down to area six, already choosing
turns. Brad made sure he had the last turn, and he put
Brian over his knee, swinging the small piece of plastic as
hard as he could. Even though it was soft and flexible,
nearly an hour of constant spanking left Brian's butt bright
red and burning, and Brad let each of the other kids feel
the heat rising from it. Finally he decided that Brian's
day in the APA was over and took him home, but not until he
made Brian thank each one of his clates for coming and
helping to make his life miserable.