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After Ralph realized that I was able to make white pee he moved me to the top bunk in the back corner of the room. He explained to Fred that since I was such a trouble maker that it would be better if I was segregated from the other CBHs that he didn't want me to corrupt them. What he meant was from my being different, he never told Fred that I could make the white pee. That was our secret and it suited me fine.

My neck healed up slowly from where the King sliced it. It left quite a scar. I was collecting quite a few scars. Of course my back was covered with them from the lashes with 'The Cat'. I had scars on my ass from the caning and ligature marks on my wrists from being bound. But what was on my mind the whole time was the sensations I felt when I made the 'white pee' with Ralph. I wanted so bad to feel that again but we had absolutely no privacy. There were cameras all over the school including our sleeping quarters, the showers and the toilet area. I had known about them before but now I was really noticing them because I desperately wanted to try to make the 'white pee' again.

Now that I was paying attention to them I also realized that in addition to the obvious cameras there were the hidden ones. They were everywhere! I don't know if there was privacy anywhere in the school except for in the Overseer's House. Even though I had known about the cameras before they hadn't bothered me since I hadn't wanted to do things that were against the rules, but now that I wanted to experiment they loomed everywhere.

Things had gotten back to normal the day after my encounter with the King. Fred was still an asshole and Ralph usually tended to ignore me. I think he sorta felt sorry for me but there was no way he could show it without losing his job. Even so I still worked in the "Overseer's House" every day after school. I was slowly piecing together the power structure of the Illuminati by watching the news out of the corner of my eye while I cleaned and listening to Fred and Ralph discus it.

What I figured out was that the Illuminati had an Emperor that ruled the whole planet. He had a queen on each continent and his firstborn son from each of these queens became King of that continent. Well every continent except Antarctica, they didn't have a kingdom down there. They ruled each continent and in turn were ruled by their father. Our King lived right here in Washington DC. The Emperor moved between his palaces on the continents on a rotating basis to be with his queens and concubines and to keep his sons in line.

It was about a month after the incident with the King that it happened. I came back from school and all four Overseers were sitting in the living room, eyes glued to the TV. They didn't even notice me come in. I saw a picture of the King on the screen talking.

"Despite how much I loved my father, my duty as King of North America took precedence over any familial feelings I may have had. My father had gotten soft and senile in his old age. He was not doing what was best for the collective so he needed terminated. I didn't feel it would be right to lay the responsibility on anyone else so I killed him with my bare hands. And though there is now blood on my hands I did it for the good of all, because the good of the many outweighs the good of the individual."

"Also since we need to maintain world stability and guard against counter revolutions I had to order the deaths of my half-brothers. I will place regents there until my future children are old enough to take power. I really hated to have to do this but I did what was necessary for the good of the Collective! As Emperor I will always do what is right for the masses." And with that a test pattern came on the screen.

"Wow! That bastard is a cold motherfucker!" Fred said with obvious glee in his voice. It was obvious that he idolized the King. Or should I say the Emperor. "Offing his own dad, that really took chutzpah! He must have balls as big as grapefruits! He's gonna get this world straightened out."

I could see a skeptical look in Ralph's face, but he knew better than to say anything negative about the Emperor. I didn't trust the Emperor at all. The rest of the CBHs didn't know anything about the coup. When we went to class the next day our civics teacher didn't tell us that there was a change in the leadership. He just said "Today we are going to learn about the world power structure." And went on to state that the world was governed by the Emperor, he showed us a picture of the new Emperor, and that he had been the Emperor for time out of mind. He then went on that the continents each had a regent who ruled under the Emperor's orders. He acted as if the old order had never existed and that this new order had been in place forever. And the mindless drones that were my classmates didn't seem to be concerned by it at all. Of course I made no indication that I thought anything different. My back didn't need a new set of scars.

After class every day I worked for the Overseers and listened to the news whenever I could without being obvious about it. The second day after the coup I heard the Emperor come on and say, "In the past Loyalty Implants had just been for my personal guards, but in order for our government to ensure that the loyalty of all Overseers and Illuminati remains unwavering, all are required to report to their local Department of Medical Services and receive a Loyalty Implant. Anyone that does not get one implanted within the next 5 days will be hunted down and executed as an enemy of the State!" For some reason Fred and Ralph went ashen with this news. I had never seen these two worried about anything before. I didn't know what a Loyalty Implant was but it was obviously not a good thing. A couple of days later when I got to the Overseer's House, Ralph was just getting back from the DMS. "Son of a Bitch does that hurt! You'd think they could at least give us something for the pain. Ready to go get yours?" Ralph asked Fred sarcastically.

"I can't believe that he's making us do this." Fred replied with a look of total disbelief as he put a jacket on to head down to the DMS to get his implant.

"I got there at a good time the lines at the DMS weren't quite to the door. With so many people having to go in and get their implant the lines were the whole way around the block when I left." Ralph said with a sarcastic smile.

"Damn they are so fucking inefficient...and half the fucking time you come out worse than when you went in..." Fred replied in disgust.

"Yeah most times I'd prefer my chances of letting my body heal itself." Ralph said, and then added as Fred walked out the door. "Give me a call when you get out and I'll throw some dinner on." He reached up and started rubbing the back of his neck. "I think they get a perverse kick out of making it hurt as much as possible." Ralph added to no one in particular although I was the only one there. He hung up his jacket and walked into his bedroom. "Mouse!" He called out to me, "Get in here!" I followed him into the bedroom. He started to undress hanging up each piece of his uniform as he took it off. Soon all his clothes were off except his boxers, which were tented. "What are you waiting for Mouse? Get your clothes off."

My mind was racing to what happened in the shower the day I "met" the Emperor. I remembered the feeling when I made the "white pee", it was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt in my life. I took my time taking my clothes off so I would seem like a normal CBH, but inside I wanted to rip my clothes off of my body. I stripped down to my boxers, and I was hard as a rock too. He pulled back the covers on the bed, picked me up and carried me over to it. Then he gently lay me down on it and crawled in beside me. He rolled me on my side and pulled my back against his chest. "Damn, sometimes I just need a little fucking human contact, even if it is with one of you fuckin' morons. It's not your fault... You can't help it they made you that way..." He said as he rubbed his strong rough hands over my chest.

Just the contact of his skin on mine was something that was fulfilling a craving I never knew I had. He rubbed his hands down my belly and into my boxers. Even though his big hands were rough on my little penis it felt wonderful to have someone else touching it. I leaned back into him and I could feel his big man penis pressing against my butt. He was right, there was just something about contact with another human being that seemed to touch a primal need in me. I melted back into him even further and gave a contented sigh.

"Yeah. Even a moron like you subconsciously recognizes the need for human contact don't you?" He asked but I don't think he really expected an answer. "And they tell us you CBHs don't need it... Hell what am I talking about, they really don't think us Overseers need it either, if the truth be told." He added as he started to slowly stroke my little rock hard penis. Soon he was rubbing his big man penis up and down the crack in my ass. "Damn I bet you're tight, but I can't take a chance on that. It would leave evidence..." He added more to himself than to me. Besides I had no idea what he was talking about. Tight where? Evidence of what?

He pulled my boxers off and then removed his while we were still under the covers. He rolled me over on my back and crawled in between my legs. Then he lay down on top of me with our privates touching. When I felt his huge penis against mine it was like an electric shock went through me. He wrapped his arms around me and started to thrust against me. After only a few thrusts I realized I was gonna make the "white pee" again. I cried out and my little wiener started spurting "white pee". The feeling was exactly like I remembered it. It was completely indescribable and amazing. Some of my white pee had spurted all the way up to my chin and a lot of it had gotten on Ralph.

I figured that he was gonna be really pissed, but he just chuckled and said cryptically, well at least cryptically to me at the time, "This should make a really great lube!" Using his hand he scooped it all up off of me and then he wrapped his hand around our penises and rubbed the "white pee" all over them. Then to my further surprise he licked all the extra off of his fingers. "Damn you taste good!" He added as he started to thrust against me again. I had softened a little after I made the "white pee" but with the Ralph's big penis now slipping back and forth against mine I was rock hard again in no time. I could tell he really wanted to make the "white pee" by the urgency of his thrusting. He was starting to breath with his mouth open and he was starting to squeeze me tighter, even to the point that it was getting harder to breath.

"Aarrrghhh..." He cried out, hugged me with a bone crushing hug and ground his big penis against mine as he shot "white pee" all over my belly and chest. And to my surprise it caused me to make "white pee" again as he collapsed on top of me. Both of us lay there exhausted and panting for a moment or two, the "white pee" getting sticky as it was squishing between the two of us. Ralph extended his left arm against the bed lifting his upper body off of mine and scooped some of our combined "white pee" off of my chest with his index finger. He brought it over to my mouth and said "Open up Mouse."

I was hesitant at first to let him put pee in my mouth, but he had eaten mine and said it taste good, so I obediently opened my mouth. He stuck his finger in my mouth and I closed my lips around it. To my surprise it did taste good. I started sucking on his finger until I got it all off. Then he scooped some more up and brought it to his mouth. He alternated between the two of us until he had gotten most of it off of us.

"Time for a shower to get the rest of this off." He said as he got up from the bed and I followed him. We went into the shower and he lathered both of us up, but he didn't rinse either of us off. He turned the water off and got behind me. It reminded me of the position that the King had put the boys in. I was worried that it was going to hurt like crazy, like it did for those boys. I went rigid.

"Just relax!" He ordered. "I'm not gonna hurt you." He added. He bent at the knees and ran his big penis right down the crack of my ass, pausing at my butt hole then sliding downward between my legs and along side of my balls. "Squeeze your legs together." He ordered and I complied. Soon he was sawing his penis back and forth between my thighs. On the forward thrust the head of his penis protruded in front of my thighs and then popped back between my legs. To my surprise the stimulation at the base of my penis was making me excited again. Then he reached in front of me and started stroking me while he continued thrusting. We were rapidly building up to the "white pee" again. His intense thrusting got more urgent as we got closer and closer until it happened to both of us again.

Ralph didn't say another word, he just turned the water back on and we both got rinsed off in the gloriously hot water. The CBH showers were all just cold water, so you didn't stay in them for long. But after we were rinsed off we both just stood under the hot water and Ralph pulled me tight to him while we relaxed under the hot water. Eventually he turned the water off and wrapped me in one of the big soft towels before grabbing another for himself. After we dried off he picked me up and carried me back to the bed. He lay me down on the bed and crawled in after me. He lay on his back and pulled me up until my head was laying against my chest. "Too bad your just a moronic CBH, it would be so nice if I had a real boy that I could cuddle. Someone that I could love and would love me back..." He added pensively as he stared at the ceiling. We lay like that for about half an hour when the phone rang and he picked it up.

"So you're finally on your way home? He said into the phone, then paused to listen for a moment. "I'll throw a pizza in the oven. Bring home a six pack." Then he hung back up. He turned to me and said. "OK Mouse. Put your clothes on and head out to your bunk."

I got dressed and went out to my bunk and lay down on my quarter inch "mattress" and thought about how good it would feel to be someone's boy until I fell asleep.

The next day the Emperor was on TV again, but this time he was on all TV including CTV (Collective Television). "My father had to be deposed because he wasn't moving our world forward. We need to take full advantage of the talents of all of our courageous Citizens. Our Overseer class and of course The Illuminati, those beacons of light in such a dark time, are doing more than their fair share. We need the CBHs to step up and be all that they can be! If you desire more responsibility for more compensation and a higher status in our New Order sign up to take the comprehensive aptitude test. It will be on a strictly voluntary basis, we only want those who truly want to better themselves. This is a onetime opportunity that won't be presented again!" Then an announcer came on and explained how to sign up for the test.

Fred was dumbfounded. "Why is he going to let the CBHs move up? He better not let them move up to OUR class!" Ralph on the other hand appeared to be weighing the situation and unable to come up with a satisfactory explanation.

I on the other hand seemed to be being offered the thing I wanted most in life. It was a chance to prove that I could be more than a mindless drone and the opportunity to compete against others and excel. A giddiness went through me like never before in my life. It was a good thing I was in the other room where Fred and Ralph couldn't see me because I'm sure for a moment I had completely let my guard down. Then I thought about The Emperor and how completely evil he was and my glee evaporated as my blood froze in my veins. I remembered him looking into my eyes to try to draw the terror out of them. I reached up to my neck and felt the scar. I thought of how irrational he was when he castrated the teacher... And I realized that there was a good chance that this despicable man was up to something. And as much as I wanted to prove myself I knew that I couldn't trust that man. I started to cry to myself but I decided not to sign up.

Several times over the next day my resolve wavered as I walked past the signup sheet in the hall. But every time I came close to giving in my mind would drift back to that day in the classroom looking into those two bottomless pools of pure evil and I would pass by the signup sheet. When the cutoff day finally came no one in the school had signed up. The testing would be in two weeks to give them time to set up testing centers all over the world. The two weeks dragged on. I managed to stay out of trouble for the next two weeks and to my delight the Emperor didn't show up in class, but it seemed every fourth or fifth day or so one of the boys would come up missing. I guess if you're the Emperor and you don't have the time to come to the school you can always bring the school to you.

The testing was taking place in the evening after work. I was in the Overseer's House when it came on the news. "I'm live here from this unprecedented opportunity for the CBH class. We have 128 CBHs that were brave and civic minded enough to follow our new Emperor's request and be tested to see if they can help us move our great Collective forward." They ran the camera down the line of CBHs and I noticed something immediately. There didn't appear to be anyone under 20 years old in the line. They interviewed a few of the CBHs who thanked the Emperor for giving them this chance and how they wouldn't let him down. They were giddy with excitement as they opened the door to the Quonset Hut that the testing was taking place in. They filed in and when the last one had filed in I noticed they had chained the door shut. There were camera's mounted in the building (there were cameras mounted everywhere that us CBHs had to be) and everyone made their way to a desk and started to work on their test.

About 5 minutes after the test started was when it happened. You could see a fog coming out of the vents in the room, but the CBHs were too engrossed in the exam to notice it. Soon the one nearest a vent started to cough and then another and another. They started clutching at their throats and stumbling to the exit door. When they got there they tried to push the doors open but they just cracked open a bit before the chains impeded their movement. The CBHs were trying to scream but whatever was in the smoke was choking them off. One by one they fell to the floor twitching and in a minute or two everyone was still.

Then the Emperor came on TV. "This idea to 'strengthen' our world by allowing people to compete was my father's idea and that's why he had to be terminated. The reason our great Collective was falling apart was that it was infested with filth like this. Now that we have weeded out all the people who secretly did not embrace the principles of our great Collective it can now become what it was always meant to be!"

Fred broke out laughing, "Those uppity bastards got exactly what they deserved!" He laughed slapping his knee in delight. "You gotta hand it to our new Emperor, he nipped that problem right in the bud. Did you see them twitching on the ground?" He added as he fingered his groin. He suddenly got up and walked into his room.

"I can't understand why seeing people in pain and suffering turns that sick bastard on..." Ralph said more to himself than to me. "I wonder if he'll still feel that way when our 'Loyalty' gets tested?"

I didn't know what to think. The extremes to which this vicious being would go to to weed out CBHs with any ambition. I would have to be on my guard for any elaborate ruse to get me to out myself.

A couple of weeks later I turned thirteen. There was no party or celebration, but of course I didn't know about those things back then. I just went about my day. I dreaded the coming of birthdays though because each new one got me closer to my sixteenth birthday and my imminent death. After my second incident with Ralph I was getting even more desperate to make the 'white pee' again. I had gotten shocked several times already because I was daydreaming about that instead of paying attention as the teacher was trying to teach simple subtraction to the class. I knew how to do it forwards and backwards and I knew multiplication and division too, but of course I couldn't let them know that I knew all this.

A couple of days after my birthday when I was cleaning their bathroom I noticed something called Syrup of ipecac. I read the label and noticed it said that it was used to induce vomiting. I got a small container and poured a dose into it, then put the bottle back into the medicine cabinet. Later that evening I got my chance to use it. Fred always made himself a cup of coffee right before the news came on. He made the nastiest coffee. It was triple strength, with four spoons of sugar in it and just as much creamer. He would also sometimes add some flavored syrup to the concoction. The end result was a taste explosion that could gag a maggot, but Fred liked it just fine. I knew what it tasted like because once Fred forced me to drink what was left in his cup when he was done. But he had made his coffee and placed it on the end table beside his favorite reclining chair. A commercial came on so he went to take a piss and Ralph went into the kitchen to make a snack. I slipped over to the cup, poured the syrup of ipecac into it, quietly stirred it with the spoon that was on the saucer and walked out of the room to throw the used container in the trash.

I could hear Fred finishing up in the bathroom and Ralph was walking out of the kitchen as I walked back into the living room. Soon they were both watching the news, Ralph eating a big bowl of ice cream (something I had never been allowed to try) and Fred gulping his wretched coffee. He always finished the first cup quickly, he was on his way back in to the kitchen to make another cup of the slop when it hit him. He sat the cup down on the table and ran back into the bathroom. You could hear the vomit splashing into the toilet, again... and again... and again... Until he was all puked out. He finally came out of the bathroom looking white as a sheet.

"Fred you look awful, you should go get checked out at the DMS." Ralph said with concern.

"I'll be OK. I think it's ..." Fred tried to reply but he ran back into the bathroom and started retching again. He came back out and headed straight to the door.

Ralph chuckled and said, "He'll be there all night is my guess." Then he got up out of his chair, picked me up, bent me over his shoulder and carried me into his bedroom. He set me down on the floor, and started to undress me. I stood there rigidly like a typical CBH should, but I couldn't help but get an erection. He soon had all my clothes off and he stood back to look me over. He looked at my package, chuckled, then started removing his clothes.

He put me in the bed and rolled in after me. He positioned me on my back and crawled between my legs until our penises were against each other again. Soon I couldn't help myself. Instead of lying there unresponsive I started thrusting back against his thrusts. "OH HELL YEAH! You're finally starting to respond like a real human." He cried out and started grinding against me even more urgently. I moaned in spite of myself. I tried to hold back to make it last longer, but there was no stopping it. The tingly feeling in my balls was building towards an uncontrollable crescendo...

I woke up with a start as I started shooting white pee in my boxers. I didn't know what I might have been doing in my sleep that could have been caught by the cameras. We didn't sleep with sheets or blankets like the Overseers, we just had our quarter inch thick mattress that lay atop of our plywood bunk. Fortunately my bunk was now against the wall and when I awoke I was facing it. Maybe I could sneak my sleeping boxers into the Overseer's house this afternoon and put them in the wash when I did their clothes. I thought about it while I lay there and decided that from now on when I went to bed I would take one of my socks and put it over my penis. That way if I made white pee it would be in my socks which we changed every day instead of my sleeping boxers that were only washed once a week.

After I got over my panic and formulated my plan all I could think of was how good it felt to make the white pee. And for the life of me I couldn't figure out why something that felt so good was such a bad thing. But I sure as hell didn't plan on getting caught...