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Earth's New Masters Part 27 Gofer's Tale Part 2 Royally Screwed
Gofer goes to middle school but the nightmare continues. Even so we start to see Gofer becoming Gofer.
For a while my friend and I managed to keep out of trouble. We did our best to fit in because everybody in the collective was supposed to be equal, which was equated to being the same. At Everything! We had to wear the same clothes and shoes; each day the collective broadcast on state TV what you were supposed to wear in your particular quadrant. While we were in Grade School we didn't need to look at the TV the overseers would tell us the night before what clothes we needed to set out for the next day. If it was a mild day it might be gray slacks and a gray turtle neck shirt, whatever would be comfortable to the majority of people in your quadrant. It didn't make a difference if you were too cold or too hot, from the point of view of the powers that be since everybody was the same if you were uncomfortable that meant you were different and needed to be punished. The color of all clothes was a color called Stately Gray. Unfortunately there was nothing stately about it; the Stately was just a play on the word State as in The Collective. It was a pale unflattering gray.
Everyone had to cut their hair the same, men AND women. The official haircut of the collective was a shaved head. Otherwise bald men would not look the same as others. It also hid the fact that people had different color hair. Plus it had the added advantages of being easier to clean and couldn't harbor parasites. Of course this only applied to the CBHs, not to the Illuminati or the Overseers.
But try as I might I just couldn't completely fit in like the others. Every 6 months or so I would get caught doing something minor and get anywhere between 2 and 5 lashes with the "cat" until I was cultivating a garden of scars on my back. Surprisingly this actually saved my life. But that is something that we'll come to later.
I hated nearly all of my classes, I was bored to tears almost every day and I really had a hard time paying attention. My mind would wander and when the teacher would see it he would ask me a question about what he was talking about. Of course I had no idea what he had been talking about. This happened so often with me that they made me start wearing the shock collar again so they could get an instant punishment for me. Usually it was just a slight shock, but depending on which teacher and how bad of a mood they were in I could possibly find myself on the floor twitching.
The only class that was interesting was Social Studies, which probably should have been called indoctrination. It told how terrible things were before "The Collective" was formed and how stupid the people were. One of their favorite things to make fun of was religion of all types, especially the ones that believed in an "afterlife". The teacher told us that "religion is the opiate of the masses" and was used to control the people. It was a way for the bourgeoisie and the ruling classes to placate the workers and make them compliant. The teacher, who was an old man of at least 40 explained some of the major religions and pointed out how they were flawed. He explained the fantasy of how the workers were indoctrinated that if you were good in this life, you would spend eternity in some paradise. This was completely a false hope, and "The Collective" was smart enough and compassionate enough to not allow people to be manipulated by this false hope. I kind of disagreed (which I kept to myself of course) but when you are destined to die at 16, false hope is better than no hope. My "friend" agreed with me and we would get into conversations on how it would be great if there was an afterlife to go to where we could be happy forever. The thought of just ceasing to exist was too depressing to contemplate, especially when you know that you could be so much more than you were allowed to be. He ended the class saying, "I don't know why this is still in the curriculum. Before the breeding program it was necessary, but you fucking CBHs are too stupid to even need indoctrination. Fucking inertia of the system, you'd think they could streamline it after all these years." I knew he was talking to himself, but it still made me wonder what people were really like before the "breeding program" as he called it.
After listening to this lecture, my friend and I decided to make our own religion. I was the high priest and my friend was my disciple. It was all rather childish, but I was only 10 at the time. We created a powerful deity that would come down out of the sky and purge the Earth of the Overseers and the Illuminati. I didn't think enough of humanity to make our god in our image like some of the old religions did. I thought of the meanest thing I could think of in my limited exposure to the outside world, the big black and tan dogs that guarded the gates to the school. These brutes were trained to tear your throat out if you tried to escape and once one had even turned on his handler and killed him before another guard could arrive to shoot him. I had even seen it happen. My mind had been wandering in reading class like it always did since I had already learned what we were going over. I was absentmindedly staring out the window when it happened. The dog started barking and the guard hit it in the face with the riding crop he was carrying to try to make it stop. The dog snapped and lunged at his throat knocking him to the ground. It tore his throat out before he could even grab his gun out of his holster to shoot it. Blood was spurting everywhere as the dog gripped the guard's throat and shook him viciously. The guard on the outside of the gate ran over and shot him through the chain link fence. It took him 3 shots to kill him. I was scared to death of these dogs, but they had killed one of the hated Overseers. That made them godlike to me. Every day my friend and I would pray to our dog god to deliver us from this living hell. But of course such a thing could never happen.
Like I said a couple of times a year we would screw up and do something that I would get at least a couple of lashes for. When I was around 12 the boys my age were moved to the Junior High School and housed with the boys that were 12-14 years old. It was then that I noticed something about the boys in my age group. Our penises started to grow larger and they started to grow hair around them. It was about that time that I started to get funny feelings. They started when I was in the shower. When I looked at the other boys, especially the older boys who had bigger penises, my penis started to get stiff and larger. I started getting a tingling feeling in it. When I left the shower it was still hard and that was when the Overseer saw it.
"Look here! We got ourselves a little faggot. You getting all excited seeing those little boy dicks?" The Overseer that always seemed to enjoy abusing me said. He walked up to me and smacked my hard penis with the riding crop he always carried with him to dole out minor punishment. It was everything I could do to not cry out, but the stiffness immediately left my penis. "You just can't seem to stay out of trouble, can you Boy?" He didn't expect me to answer, so I just kept my silence. "There must be something wrong with you, CBHs aren't supposed to get hardons. That's a privilege reserved for us overseers and our Masters!" His Masters of course were the Illuminati. "We can't have you corrupting the other boys with your perversion. We have an opening for a "House Mouse", since it seems our new young king has a taste for boys and "relieved" us of our old one yesterday. So instead of you spending your evenings with the rest of the boys, you can spend it cleaning our living quarters and running errands for us."
Of course that was just what I needed. To have to spend 4 hours every evening around the sadistic overseers and act like one of the robotic CBH boys was going to be difficult. Their living quarters consisted of nine rooms. The office had glass on 3 sides and it extended into the barracks where us boys slept. There was also a living room that had a big TV that had COLOR pictures. The only TV's I had ever seen were the collective TV's that told us what all Citizen's needed to know. They were only about a foot square and had black and white pictures. There was a bathroom that had a toilet, a urinal, a shower and a big bath tub that made bubbles when you sat in it. Or I should say, when they sat in it, of course I never got to sit in it. There was a kitchen where meals were prepared and eaten and a laundry/utility room with a washing machine and clothes dryer, which I would become really familiar with. The other 4 rooms were bedrooms. These were large bedrooms, about 20' by 20' square. They had a king size bed, a large walk in closet, a dresser and a large chest of drawers. The beds were so much bigger than the beds we had. Ours were 5 feet long and 18 inches wide and stacked 5 high. There were only 18 inches from the top of your 1/2 inch thick "mattress" to the bottom of the bed on top of you. The Overseers' beds had two one foot thick soft mattresses, soft sheets, pillows and blankets. Like their clothes, their bedding was in all sorts of colors, unlike the Stately Gray material us CBHs wore. In addition to the main bathroom, each of these bedrooms had a private bathroom in them with a sink, a toilet and a shower.
While I was working as the "House Mouse" I got to know the Overseer's names, although I knew better than to use them. The one that was the most sadistic was named Fred, while the one that was the least sadistic was Ralph. Larry and Tony were the other two, but they usually worked the midnight to noon shift so most of my interaction was with Fred and Ralph. They never used their names among the CBHs, but in the Overseer's House when they were speaking to each other they were much more informal. They spoke over and around me like I wasn't even there. I pretended not to pay attention to their conversations, but my mind absorbed everything they said like a sponge. Maybe if I learned enough about the world outside of the Collective School I could escape. Running away would be punished severely if I was caught, but what did I have to lose.
I thought that working as a House Mouse would suck, but there were several advantages to this position. It would be very suspicious if I were to do everything right. So I could make mistakes intentionally when they would be the most costly and I would only get yelled at and called names like cretin and moron. Occasionally I would even get a slight cuff to the head but nothing severe. These were mistakes that CBHs were expected to make. Several times I bleached all their bright beautiful clothing when I washed it. At first they got pissed, but when they calmed down they would just have a good time belittling me. My biggest danger was trying to keep from laughing when I made one of my "mistakes". But even that was not necessarily such a bad thing, CBHs were notorious for misplaced emotional responses. Laughing when you should be embarrassed or crying when you found something funny were all common responses for a CBH and these just made me seem more "normal". I saved the best mistakes for Fred the asshole Overseer. One time I "forgot" to put his sheets in the dryer after I washed them. I just put them on the bed and made the bed like normal. Then I went back out to my cot when it was bed time. An hour later when he decided to go to bed he pulled back the covers and jumped in the cold wet bed. He let out a blood curdling scream that could be heard throughout the boys barracks.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" He screamed. I heard his bedroom door slam, then the door between the Overseer's house and the boys barracks open and slam. Then he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of my cot. "You fucking did that on purpose boy." I pretended like I was confused and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes looking completely innocent as he dragged me into their living quarters. I just looked wide eyed at the bed like I didn't know what was wrong. "You fucking put wet sheets on my bed and I know you did it just to fuck with me."
Ralph, the Overseer that was always the most lenient, started laughing and said, "Come on Fred. Do you realize how crazy you sound. He's a stupid CBH, they make mistakes like that all the time. You really have it in for this schmuck, when he doesn't act enough like a CBH you flog him and when he fucks up like a CBH you want to blame him. You can't have it both ways."
Fred calmed down and got a sheepish grin on his face. "I guess you're right. These fucking morons aren't smart enough to prank us. I was just really pissed and I flew off the handle." He replied to Ralph. Then he said to me. "But even if you didn't do it intentionally you are going to take them off my bed, put them in the dryer and make my bed before you get to go to sleep." Which was fine with me because while I was waiting I could sit on the floor and watch "real" television, not the CTV (Collective Television) that we had to watch. Of course I had to pretend that I wasn't paying any attention to it, which was easy enough to do. They had the news on and Fred said to Ralph, "He really shouldn't be in here when the news is on."
"He's not smart enough to understand it. Besides it's not like he's gonna get to grow up to be a subversive. We all know that when he turns 16 he's going to the reeducation camp. Hell if there wasn't a rule that you had to be 16 to be sent there he would be there already. He'll be dead before he's 17."
"That's true, the sad thing is I doubt if he realizes what any of that means. I don't know why they keep this stuff from the CBHs, they don't have the intelligence to comprehend it anyway. It's not like when we were keeping it away from the real humans."
Well Fred was wrong there, I could follow what was going on in the world of the Overseer class. Their world was completely different than that of us CBHs, but there wasn't anything about it that I couldn't understand. And I definitely knew what would happen when I went to the reeducation camp. As I sat there my friend and I thought about it and wished that religion was true, at least there would be some sorta hope. Like going to a happy place after you left this world. As despicable as this world is, ceasing to exist seemed even worse. It made my life seem so pointless, why couldn't there be more to life than this? Maybe the cruelest thing they ever did to me was to try to make me live without hope, but try as they might I never completely lost hope. As long as you were alive there was always hope, and I would cling to that, even if the best I could come up with was a fantasy of being rescued by our dog gods from the sky.
It wasn't long after that that I saw the king for the first time. I had never seen any of the Illuminati before except for on TV in the "Overseer's House", but they were easy to identify. They always wore purple of some shade and that color was off limits to everyone else. I had even seen pictures of the King on the news. Even though I knew I wasn't supposed to look at one of the Illuminati, my eyes couldn't seem to help wandering over to him. He was in his mid twenties, about 6'4" tall, extremely fair with blonde hair and azure eyes on his handsome face. His features were symmetrical to the extreme. He had long legs, a narrow waist and broad shoulders, a broad chest and powerful arms. All in all he was the most perfect person I had ever seen, but he just radiated evil and arrogance. He just walked into our class room without knocking. The teacher just stopped what he was doing, got down on his knees and turned his eyes to the floor. All of us just stayed seated staring up at the board because we hadn't been told to do differently. He walked around the class room occasionally stopping in front of one of the boys and putting his hand under the boys chin and looking into his face. The boys all tried to avert their eyes, but to no avail.
He finally got to one of the boys and after looking in his face grabbed him by the arm and took him in front of the teachers desk. He faced the boy toward the class and ripped his T-shirt off. Then he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall. I couldn't actually see the pants fall since the desk was in the way but I was sure he took them off. He hooked his thumbs in the boy's boxers and pulled them down. He fumbled with something behind the boy then bent him over the desk. The King bent at the knees still fumbling with something behind the boy's rear. Finally he started to straighten up, then he thrust hard with his hips. The boy screamed as the Kings groin area slapped up against the boy's butt. I didn't know what they were doing but obviously it was painful. The King broke out in an evil grin when the kid screamed, it seemed that he was excited by the boys pain and terror. Soon he was thrusting rapidly at the boys butt. The boy had stopped screaming but he was sobbing continually as the King continued doing whatever he was doing to him. The King's eyes were starting to glaze over and he was almost starting to pant he was breathing so hard. He held the boys hips and thrust even harder. I didn't see where the knife came from, but he took his right hand off the boy's hip and reached around the boy's throat and slit it with the knife. At that same moment he gave one more thrust and cried out, "AAarrghhhh, take it all you worthless piece of shit!" The boy flailed in his death throes for a couple of seconds, blood squirting everywhere, then collapsed on the desk as the King grunted a couple of more times then pushed away from the boy. I didn't see much more than that, I looked down at the ground and tried desperately to keep from getting violently sick.
The King turned away from the desk and told the teacher, "Get this piece of garbage out of here and get a janitor in to clean up the mess." He was such a cold motherfucker. He just killed this kid and worried less about it than if he had squashed a bug. It was then that I finally realized how far beneath them they thought us CBHs were, their contempt for us was unfathomable.
"Yes your Highness!" The teacher replied. The King calmly walked out of the classroom as if nothing happened. Even the teacher was shaking, his voice quavering as he got on the intercom and call the janitors. Fortunately the bell to change classes rang soon and we all filed out. Even my classmates that usually didn't have emotions were disturbed. I don't think they had any empathy for our classmate, but all of them realized that if it could happen to him it could happen to them. That worried me too, but I also felt sorry for the poor boy that had been murdered, he hadn't done anything to deserve what happened. I guess if you were an Illuminati you could just kill a CBH for your pleasure.
I walked through the rest of the day in a daze. After dinner when the other boys were on their free time I of course went into the "Overseer's House" to do my job as their "house mouse". I didn't have to hide my zest for life that day, any enthusiasm I may have had in me had flowed out of me with the boy's blood in the classroom. I went about my work on auto pilot like a good obedient CBH should, and even the Overseers noticed the difference.
"So what's with Mr. Sunshine today?" Fred asked Ralph.
"My guess is he was in the class that our young King visited today." Ralph said somberly.
"Damn! Why do I always miss the good stuff?" Fred responded as he stuck his hand down his boxers and started rub his penis which was becoming obviously hard. "When he offed the last house mouse I was off duty and I didn't get to see it."
"You're one sick fuck Fred. If you're gonna play with that thing, why don't you do it in your room." Ralph replied in total disgust. Fred took his advice and with his hand still in his boxers walked into his room and closed the door. "Despite the fact that you're just a stupid fucking CBH, you really don't need to see that. Sometimes Fred is such a douche bag." I had no idea what a douche bag was but it didn't sound like a compliment. When we were alone together Ralph sometimes treated me like I was almost a human. It seemed like he almost felt sorry for me, he didn't seem to have the outright contempt that Fred always had for me. He even came over and tousled my hair and said, "I don't care if you ARE fucking morons, you guys still shouldn't have to see what you saw today. I'm sure it won't be the last time you see it, the King has a thing for 12 year old boys."
I cleaned the house, washed their clothes and vacuumed the floors, taking my time so I could continue to furtively watch their TV trying to figure out as much about the outside world that I could. Maybe at least I would have a minor chance of surviving if I ever escaped this hell hole. But I knew deep down that I had as much chance of escaping as having my dog gods come down out of the sky to rescue me. But at least it gave me hope, and when all you have is hope that's better than nothing.
That was the first time I saw the King but not the last time unfortunately. Ralph was right, the King did seem to fixate on the 12 year old boys. Every couple of weeks he showed up and there was always a repeat of what happened to that boy. I never saw any of the others though. As soon as he picked a victim I closed my eyes tight. But that didn't stop the old scene from playing itself over and over again on the inside of my eyelids. I often had nightmares about it. I would dream that he would pick me and drag me up to the front of the class. He would rip my shirt off and everybody would see all the scars on my back, the marks of my shame. Then he would drop my pants and bend me over the desk. The dreams always got a little fuzzy here because I didn't know what he was doing when he thrust his hips at the boys, all I knew is that it hurt. I would finally wake up in a cold sweat when I felt the knife at my throat. There was one other variation of the dream and that happened only on rare occasions. In this dream when he was ready to slit my throat the dog god would appear and save me because I had been his faithful follower. He would rip the King's throat out like the guard dog had done to the guard. Then he would approach me, the King's blood dripping from his muzzle and down his massive chest. I always offered my throat to him, offering myself as a sacrifice, but instead he would pull me to him protectively. I always woke up at this point of the dream.
But on about the third month after I had seen the King for the first time my nightmare came true. It was the final period and he made his way around the class, stopped in front of several boys and looked into their eyes. None of them seemed to suit his purposes, then he came to me. I was never so scared in my life as when he lifted my chin up to look into my eyes. It was like he could look into my mind and read my thoughts, and what he read there was sheer abject terror. And then he GRINNED. I will never forget that grin as long as I live. He could see that I was almost in panic and he was feeding on that emotion.
"What have we got here?" He asked himself out loud. "It looks like we have one that's at least vaguely aware of his own existence. I'll have to take my time with you so I can savor the experience..." He continued still peering into my soul it seemed. I noticed a warmth in my pants, I hadn't noticed until then that I was so afraid that I had lost control of my bodily functions and had pissed myself. He also noticed at the same time and he chuckled in a tone that made my blood turn to ice. "Yes... Yes... You know exactly what I'm going to do with you..." I didn't want to look at him any more but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his cold ice blue eyes. "Yes I can smell the fear on you."
Then he pulled the knife out and held it up to my face, I flinched at the sight of it. How many CBHs lives had it taken. "Oh YES! You know what it's for. It's hungry again, I think you'll do quite nicely. Yes you will." He held the knife to my throat and I began trembling uncontrollably. "Don't shake too much my little soulless automaton, it might excite me too much to hold back." And with that he slashed the knife across my throat. I screamed and clutched at my throat. I was sure I was a goner, I could feel the blood coming from the wound. But after a second or so I realized that it was just a shallow cut.
He laughed like a madman then said, "Oh it won't be that quick or merciful. I don't think I've ever had so much fun with one of you little morons. Oh yes, I'm going to savor every moment of your terror."
I was sweating profusely and the sick bastard held my head steady and licked the sweat off of my cheek. "I think I can even taste your terror. This is delectable. As frightened as you are I bet you're gonna be tight. I'll bet that asshole is just clenched in fear. GOD is it gonna be fun breaking you... By the time I get through with your ass you're gonna beg for the knife..." He grabbed my arm and pulled me up to the teacher's desk. He turned me around so I was facing the class and then with the knife he slit my shirt up the back. He ripped the shirt off, paused for a second and let out a blood curdling scream. "WHATTHEFUCKISTHISSHIT!" He kneed me in the balls from behind and pushed me onto the floor.
Fortunately he turned his wrath away from me and took it out on the teacher. "YOU set me up for that! Why didn't you warn me that he was spoiled!" He punched the teacher in the gut and when he bent over holding his gut the King brought his knee up into the teachers face, knocking him semi-senseless. He used the knife to cut open the teachers pants, grabbed his penis and balls in his left hand and used his right hand to cut them off. The teacher was screaming, so the King stuffed his severed privates into his mouth to shut him up. The King stood up, straightened his mussed clothes and then calmly walked out the door like nothing happened.
I took the opportunity to crawl into the supply closet in the back of the room and closed the door before I broke out sobbing. When the bell rang for class to end I finally eased the door open. I wanted to run back to the barracks, but I was afraid that would draw too much attention. It's not like I looked at all normal though. I had left my ruined shirt in the classroom so I was walking down the hall bare chested. My pants were still wet from when I pissed myself. My balls still hurt from where he kneed me and the cut on my throat was still oozing blood, every so often dripping on the floor. I finally made it back to the barracks and when I thought my day couldn't possibly get worse I was confronted by Fred.
"Well if it isn't our little "House Mouse". What happened to your shirt? You're gonna pay for ruining a perfectly good shirt. Maybe you need to get a refresher with the cat." He continued his mirth rising, "Oh how appropriate, you're the 'House Mouse' and your nemesis is the 'Cat'." Then he saw the cut on my throat. "What the fuck happened to you? Did the King want you? Hey Ralph get out here and check this out."
Ralph came out of the Overseer's office and asked, "What the fuck happened to the mouse?" He actually seemed to be more than a little concerned about my well being, which was much more than I could say for Fred.
"That's what I'd like to know. OK mouse, I know you're fucking mentally challenged but start at the beginning and tell us everything that happened." I relayed the story as best as I could and when I was done I noticed that Fred had his hands in his pants fondling his penis.
"Do you have to do that in public? The CBHs aren't supposed to learn about sex." Ralph said with disdain in his voice.
"What difference does it make, they don't have the urges that a normal human does. That whole prudish shit made sense when we were dealing with real people, but these CBHs are a horse of a different color."
"Well I'm still not in the mood to see it right now." Ralph stated flatly finishing off the argument.
"So the King was repulsed by your scars?" Fred said derisively. "See all those scars I gave you saved your life. You should get down on your knees and thank me for saving your worthless life.." I didn't budge so Fred went on, "The King can't stand any kind of imperfection on his 'conquests'. That's why he looks into their faces. Even a pimple is enough to make him wretch. I think that's why he likes the 12 year olds. They are completely innocent and they haven't started breaking out with acne or facial hair. I think that's why he kills them, he's taken their innocence and their beauty and after that the only thing they have worth taking is their lives. But why am I telling this to a fucking brainless CBH, I'm sure you didn't follow a word I said.
I had followed every word that he had said, but I wasn't about to let on that I had. It was better to play dumb and learn whatever I could from them so maybe when the chance came for me to escape I would have a fighting chance. I had less than 4 years to get out of here, once I was sent to the reeducation camp I would have no chance of escape.
"What's that smell?" Fred said making exaggerated sniffing noises. "Did you piss yourself you fucking moron?"
"Yes Sir I did when I got frightened." I said trying to hide my embarrassment.
"Well I'm gonna head into my room and err... take care of a few things. Open the windows and turn the fan on to air things out." Fred said. He stuck his hand back into his pants, walked into his room and closed the door.
Ralph said, "Fred is going to jerk off and take a nap I'm sure. While he's in there why don't you take your clothes off and throw them in the washer. That piss is really starting to stink. You know how to run it." I had no idea what jerking off was at the time. I walked over to the machine and stripped off my clothes. I threw them in the washer and started it. I stood there beside the machine naked. "We've got to get you cleaned up and that cut treated. Follow me."
He led me into his bedroom and then into his bathroom. He turned the water on in the shower and to my surprise started getting undressed. "The easiest way to do this is if I get undressed and get in with you." He was about six feet three inches tall, with a narrow waist and a big chest and arms. His muscles were all defined unlike the soft muscles most of the CBHs had. He had blue eyes and dirty blond hair. He had hair on his chest and a trail of hair that went into his boxers. But when he dropped his boxers my jaw dropped. His penis wasn't like mine, it was BIG. It was hanging limp and the skin was all bunched up on the tip. I felt a tingle in my privates as he ushered me into the shower. My penis got hard as a rock almost immediately, and I thought I was going to get in trouble for it. I covered up the best I could with my hands, but Ralph just chuckled.
"Don't worry about that, it happens. When I was your age I boned up all the time, but it usually doesn't happen to CBHs. I guess they haven't bred the sex drive completely out of all of you yet. Let me take a look at your neck. He took a washcloth, soaped it up and gently ran it across the cut on my throat. It stung a bit and started bleeding again but not as bad as it had before and it soon stopped. He soaped the rag up again and turned me around so I was facing away from him and he reached his arms around me and started washing my chest. It felt good having someone rubbing me like that. His penis was against my back and I could feel it growing and getting hard just like mine. He was leaning against me and it seemed like he was rubbing it against my back. My privates were starting to tingle more intensely. When he got done washing my chest and belly he pushed me away a little so he could wash my back. I was disappointed, feeling his big penis against me for some reason was terribly exciting. He washed my legs then came back up to my ass. He soaped up both cheeks and then ran the soapy washrag up and down my crack lathering me up. Then to my surprise he put the washrag away and ran his big middle finger up and down my crack. My penis was throbbing now. He stopped rubbing his finger up and down my crack, stopping right over my hole. I was nervous at first and instinctively clenched my hole shut but he started gently running his finger around and around my hole. It felt so good and gradually I relaxed. When he felt me relax he pushed the tip of his finger into my hole. I let out a low moan.
"You like that?" Ralph asked and he moved the tip of his finger in and out of me. But to my disappointment he stopped. He pulled me close to him again and I could feel his big hard penis against my back again and he was rubbing it against me. Then he soaped up both of his hands and started to wash my privates. He started with my balls, washing the sack then fondled each ball individually. "You're starting to mature early for a CBH." He said, but that made no sense to me. As he was washing my privates he started to rub his penis against my back more vigorously. He moved from my balls to my penis and started lathering it up. The feelings were getting so intense that I started shifting my weight from foot to foot, which made Ralph chuckle. He wrapped his right hand around my little penis and started stroking it up and down.
I couldn't take it any more, I cried out. "Stop I'm gonna pee!"
"Just let it go, were in the shower."
And I did, but it wasn't like regular peeing. It came out in spurts and it was much thicker than regular pee. And it felt INCREDIBLE! Then I felt Ralph tense up behind me and his penis started jerking and spraying the same thick pee on my back. "Aaahhh FUCK Yeah!" Ralph cried out as he peed on my back. After about half a dozen spurts the peeing stopped and I would have collapsed if Ralph hadn't held me up. He was panting as he held me and I could feel his penis soften. Now that I was coming back to normal I looked at the shower door where my pee had squirt and to my surprise it was a thick white goo not a water yellow.
"I should have kept myself under control." Ralph said. "I just never expected a CBH to be able to cum. Don't let anyone ever see you do that or you will really be in trouble." He resoaped my back where he had peed on it and then we rinsed off. We dried of using the big soft fluffy towels that only the Overseers got to use. "You would be wise to forget this ever happened. If you tell anyone I will just deny it." He said as he applied something that stung to the cut on my neck. I just nodded my head. Why would I want to tell anyone. He acted like it was wrong to do, but it was the greatest feeling in my young life. He gave me one of his T-shirts to wear until my pant's were dried. It was long enough to hang to my knees. Then much to my disappointment he got dressed too.
When we left the room he acted like nothing had happened. Fred was still in his room and I started cleaning the house in Ralph's T-shirt until my pants were dry and I could change back into my own clothes. After I cleaned everything up I headed back to my bunk to go to sleep.