When Trevor's father finally relented, Trevor's backside and stomach were both bright red and Trevor was in agony.
"Are you going to put your clothes on now?" his father demanded.
"I ca-ca-can't," he said, still crying.
His father stood up, furious, and grabbed Trevor by the hair again, dragging him to the back door.
"All right, then. If you're going to run around naked like some little animal, you're going to be treated like an animal." He opened the back door and shoved Trevor outside. "Animals don't belong in the house. You can stay outside until you decide to get dressed like a human being."
He started to close the door, but paused a moment, looking at the still-sobbing Trevor.
"And stop that blubbering! I'm not hitting you anymore!"
"It still hurts!"
"Well, it'll stop hurting soon. And maybe you'll see some sense."
His father closed the door and locked it, leaving Trevor outside. Trevor started to sit down, but his backside was still too tender. He heard a laugh to his right and turned to see his brother standing there; he must have gone out the other door and come around while his father was shouting at him.
"It won't, you know," Trevor's brother said.
It was hard to talk through his pain, but Trevor still tried. "What won't?"
"Stop hurting. It won't. Ever."
"What?"
"Yeah, I went ahead and made that permanent too. Well, I think that cherry-red glow you've got going on is just so adorable I couldn't let it fade. If that means you're going to be in constant pain, that's a small price to pay."
"I still feel like dad just got done spanking me."
"Yep. And it's going to keep feeling like that. Forever. And you won't get used to that, either. Oh, don't worry, though, this doesn't change anything about the other part of the punishment. You're still going to want to give everyone a show."
To his horror, Trevor realized that even while he was crying over his pain, he had still, without even realizing it, been striking poses all the time he'd been talking to his brother. He tried to back away, but now that he was aware of it the urge seemed even stronger. Against his will, he laid on the ground, propped his head on one elbow, and put a finger to his lips, smiling alluringly despite the tears running down his face.
"You know, when Dad said you were going to live like an animal, I thought about making that literal," his brother said. "But you know, I think that would lessen the humiliation. I mean, a naked animal... so what? A naked human boy... that's much worse, don't you think? Yeah, you're going to stay just the way you are. Forever. And yeah, that healthy red glow in your ass really suits you; thanks for showing it to me."
Oh, God; Trevor realized he had just been posing again, bending over presenting his backside directly to his brother. Aagh. He couldn't take any more of this.
"I do like the part about staying outdoors, though. I think I'm adding that condition, too. You're never going to come indoors again. Ever. Not just this house; indoors anywhere. You're strictly an outdoors person now." For the first time, Trevor noticed his brother was holding the remote to the Chronivac. He couldn't do anything but keep posing as his brother entered the new commands.
With effort, Trevor managed to speak through his pain. "Why are you doing this to me?"
His brother shrugged. "Why not? Anyway, see ya." He turned and started to walk off.
"Well, at least here in the backyard no one's seeing me like this."
At that, his brother paused and turned back. "Hey, yeah, that's right. And we can't let all that sexy posing go to waste. After all, being seen, being humiliated, is a big part of the punishment." He readied the Chronivac remote again. "So let's add one more thing. If there's ever a time when no one is looking at you, you will immediately be teleported elsewhere. To a very public location. I don't know where; somewhere random. Not anywhere dangerous, though, don't worry... after all, if you get killed, it means the end of your suffering, and we can't have that. And the teleportation won't be pleasant, so that's all the more reason to make sure you're always being seen."
"What? What about--"
"Oh, Mom and Dad will probably assume you ran away. I'm sure they'll look for you, but you could be teleported to anywhere in the world, so they're not likely to find you. You'd better HOPE they don't find you, anyway... if you think the punishment Dad just gave you was bad, think of what he'd do to you for running off."
"But -- how long will it take for the teleportation to happen?"
His brother put the remote in his pocket, apparently having finished with what he was doing. "Oh, it'll happen right away. As soon as no one's looking. The only reason it hasn't happened yet is because I'M still looking at you. The moment I stop looking at you -- you're gone. And I don't expect to ever see you again. Though if I think of anything interesting to add to your punishment, I can still do it remotely..."
Trevor screamed, half-aware that he was still striking a pose even now, his hands behind his head and his pelvis thrust forward. "I never did anything to you! WHY ARE YOU--"
"See ya," his brother said, and turned away.
"The teleportation won't be pleasant" turned out to be an understatement. Even the brutal spanking he had received was nothing compared to this. Trevor felt like every piece of his body was torn apart and put back together. It seemed to last for minutes, if not hours, though at some level he was sure it was really only seconds. And when he finally came to and could look at his surroundings, he found himself in...