Date: Tue, 03 Mar 1998 14:22:49 PST
From: Gymnopedies <corps_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: Captured

The following story contains descriptions of gay sex between
consenting males. If you are offended by such material, are
below legal age or live in an area where such material is
prohibited then please read no further.

Whilst some of the characters in this story do appear in real
life, the author does not wish to imply that the sexual
orientation of the real people matches that of their
counterparts below - though who knows! This is a work of fiction
and as such has never and will never (quite obviously) occur.

The author gives permission for the following story to be
transmitted, stored or archived in any form provided it remains
unchanged in any way and is properly attributed to the author.


Gymnopedies   February 1998 

e-mail: corps_story@hotmail.com


The Corps.2   Captured
=================

This is a continuation of the story that began in "Corps.1 New
experiences"


William awoke to the feeling of something hard sticking in his
back. Grinning slyly he turned around very slowly so as not to
awake the boy sleeping beside him. Cautiously he moved down
under the blankets until he reached his target. Taylor Hanson's
morning erection was just centimetres away from William's eager
mouth. Tenderly the young prince began to caress the sensitive
tip of Taylor's foreskin with his tongue, at the same time he
slid a finger along the boy's ass crack and began to apply a
gentle pressure to his hole.

Taylor groaned in his sleep as William's finger slid inside him
right up to the third knuckle.  Slowly William began to move his
finger in and out, while taking the swollen head of Taylor's
cock all the way into his mouth.

'Ohh, that is soo good' gasped Taylor, as he left the world of
sleep and began to realise where he was. He had thought he must
be dreaming, but this was definitely one occasion when reality
was better than a dream. His slim body began to writhe with
pleasure as William's tongue flicked around the top of his
erection. Taylor's writhing became more intense as William used
his free hand to gently massage the boy's balls.

'I'm going to shoot', Taylor warned.

William didn't need the warning, he could already feel the hot
cock jerking inside his mouth. Eagerly he increased the pressure
of his sucking as his mouth began to fill with boycum. Most of
it he managed to swallow, with just a little running down his
chin.

As Taylor's orgasm subsided William returned to the top of the
bed. Placing his lips firmly over those of his lover he pushed
his tongue into Taylor's mouth, letting him taste his own
juices. The kiss lasted for an age, their tongues weaving an
intricate dance.

Eventually Taylor broke away. 'I want you to fuck me William,'
he said. 'Fuck me like you did last night.'

William didn't need further urging. He quickly grabbed the gel
from the bedside cabinet and lubricated his stiff shaft. The
blankets were flung from the bed as Taylor rolled onto his back
and placed his ankles on William's broad shoulders. William
entered the boy in one smooth thrust.

Taylor gave a groan that was a mixture of pain and pleasure.
'Yesss!' The teenager closed his eyes, a look of ecstasy on his
face as William began pumping into him at a steady rhythm.,
slowly a first, but gradually increasing his speed. Soon both
boys were panting loudly. 

'Ugh! I'm cumming,' groaned William and his whole body trembled
as he fired load after load deep into Taylor's body. 

Taylor reached up taking William's head in his hands he pulled
it towards his own. Again they kissed.

'Have you two finished?' Zac's sleepy voice from across the room
sounded none too pleased. 'It's still the middle of the night
and some of us are trying to get some sleep!'

'It's nearly time to get up,' Taylor replied. 'I'm not surprised
you're tired, you and Josh must have been sucking on each other
for half the night. Have you got any cock left or did Josh suck
it all away? Not that you had much to start with.'

'You're only jealous cos I came more times than you did,'
retorted Zac.

'Oh, that's what was happening when you were making all that
noise. From the way you were carrying on I thought you had cramp
in your dick. Did you...?' Taylor was interrupted when a pillow
came hurtling across the room. He was about to retaliate when
Nathan entered with the breakfast trolley.

'Looks like it's time to hit the showers,' observed William.
'You kiddies can finish your little game later.'


They had showered and dressed and were half way through
breakfast when Paul arrived. 

'Sleep well?' asked the fourteen year old, with a grin. 'I hope
you didn't keep each other up all night, because we've got a fun
day lined up for you. Today you'll each be working one to one
with another corps member to practise your major powers. Taylor,
you'll be with Mark, and Zac with me. William and Josh will be
working with Ben and Adam. You'll meet them as soon as you've
finished eating.'

Mark, Ben and Adam were waiting for them in the training room.
Ben was seventeen, athletic, with dark hair and brown eyes. He
greeted William with a friendly smile and the two of them left
to go work on William's energy control abilities.

Adam was sixteen, slim and had strong Asian features and
colouring. He was one of the corps' strongest telepaths. Josh
took to him immediately and the two were instant friends.

 Paul suggested to Zac that bearing in mind the previous day's
incident with the table, they should find somewhere safer to
practice. He had just the place in mind. Putting his arm around
Zac's shoulder, he told the twelve year old to close his eyes
and they both instantly vanished as Paul made use of his
teleporting powers.

'I hope those two don't get up to anything they shouldn't,' 
said Mark, looking a little worried.

'Where have they gone?' asked Taylor.

'I've no idea. I think I'd rather not know!' replied Mark.
'Anyway, whatever they get up to is out of our hands for the
time being. We'd better get a move on, we're due at the hospital
at 9.00.'

'The hospital?'

'Yeah, best place there is for practising your healing. Once a
week or so I go into one of the local hospitals and do as much
as I can. It usually take's me a couple of days to recover
afterwards but its worth it to feel I'm putting my powers to
good use.'

They took the lift up to ground level where a corps driver was
waiting to take them to the hospital. On the way, Mark warned
Taylor about the dangers of using his healing ability. 'Healing
is different to the other powers in that there is some degree of
risk for the user. Energy control is a matter of taking energy
from your environment and converting it to a different form.
Telekinesis, teleportation and telepathy use your own energy and
when that is exhausted you can't use your power any more until
you recover, end of story.. But in the case of healing, it's
possible to commit more energy to a task than you actually have.'

'What happens if you do that?'

'You die.' replied Mark, very softly. 'You have nothing left to
draw on and you go out like a candle.'

'Has that ever happened?'

'I only know of once. He was friend of mine,  his name was Mike.
He was a very strong healer, stronger than me, though no where
near as strong as you will be. There was an auto accident and
Mike happened to be passing and stopped to see if he could help.
A small boy had been badly hurt; he was a mess and there was no
way he could survive. Mike must have known immediately that the
kid was beyond help, but he never could stand to see anyone in
pain. He didn't stop to check whether it would be safe to heal
the boy, he just rushed straight in. The boy lived another three
days, but never regained consciousness. Mike was pronounced dead
at the scene.'

'That's awful. But how can you tell if you have enough energy?'

'It's easy to do, but a bit hard to explain. You put your hand
on the person to be healed. It's like they have energy missing,
a hole if you like, and you have to fill it up. You can tell if
you have enough energy to fill that hole.'

'I think I see.'

'I hope so. I've lost one good friend, I don't want to lose
another.'


'Wow! Where are we?' Zac had opened his eyes to blazing
sunshine, a golden beach and palm trees.

'Just a little place I know,' replied Paul. 'It's nice and
private and we can get a tan while we work.'

'Great idea.' Zac never needed much persuasion to take off his
clothes. In no time at all he was down to a pair of shorts. 'Is
there any chance we'll meet anyone else?'

'No chance at all. This is an island. We're completely alone.'

'Great.' Off came the shorts.

Paul couldn't help but stare at the naked youngster in front of
him. Zac's body was completely smooth, a picture of childhood
innocence - until you looked at his face. The twelve year old's
grin said 'Come and get me' and his eyes were pure mischief.

'You'll not get much of a tan with your clothes on. Or are you
shy?'  taunted Zac.

This was a new experience for Paul. He had earned himself quite
a reputation within the corps for flirting, but he seemed to
have met his match in Zac. Damn it, he did feel shy. Slowly he
stripped off his own clothes. As he pulled down his shorts his
semi-hard cock sprang out.

'No wonder you looked so uncomfortable,' observed Zac. 'I
suppose while it's like that we might as well make use of it.'
He fell to his knees in front of Paul. Taking the fourteen year
old's hardening member firmly in his fist he began to lick
lightly around the circumcised head.

'God, you're one hot little kid,' groaned Paul.

'It might be little, but it works just fine,' Zac replied,
jerking on his own stiff  3 1/2 incher. He took the entire head
of Paul's cock into his mouth and used his free hand to lightly
tug on the boy's low hanging balls.

Paul was suffering agonies of pleasure. Putting his hands on the
back of the younger boy's head he pulled it firmly towards him. 

Zac grunted with surprise as the tip of Paul's erection hit the
back of his throat. He almost gagged, but found that by tilting
his head slightly it allowed him to take in even more of the
stiff shaft until he had his nose pressed into Paul's pubic
hair. He slowly pulled away until the head was resting on his
tongue before plunging forward again, swallowing the entire 5
inches. Seeing the incredible effect this had on the teenager,
Zac did it again, gripping with his lips. Paul could hold back
no longer, his whole body trembled as he sent spurt after spurt
of hot boycum into Zac's mouth. This forced Zac himself over the
edge and he shot his sweet liquid over own hand.

Zac sat back on his heels and licked his lips. 'Taste different
to Josh. A lot more of it as well,' he grinned. Then a thought
occurred to him. Raising his hand to his mouth he licked his own
cum from his fingers. 'Hmm, yeah. I think I like that. Wonder
what Tay's tastes like?'

'Haven't you had enough for now?' asked Paul, still trying to
get his breath.

'Yeah, I suppose so. But don't forget you owe me one.'

'I'll look forward to it. Now lets get some work done. If you
haven't improved in controlling  your telekinetic abilities by
the time we go back Mark will flay both of us with his tongue.'

'Sounds like that might be fun,' leered Zac.

'Believe me, you don't want to find out.'


'Oww, that's cold.'

'Don't be such a baby. It only takes a sec to warm up.' Leonardo
DiCaprio, was liberally applying KY to the tight rear end of his
thirteen year old boyfriend, Scott.  'Or perhaps you don't want
me to fuck you?'

Scott looked over his shoulder and grinned. 'Stop teasing me
Leo. You promised we could do it today.'

'Hold still then and stop complaining.' Leo gave one  of Scott's
butt cheeks a quick slap, causing the youngster to give a sharp
yelp of pain and surprise. This was followed by a groan of
pleasure as one of Leo's fingers pushed it's way inside the
boy's small hole.

'Ohh, that's beautiful. I love you Leo.'

'I love you too babe.' The twenty-two year old leaned over and
brushed his lips across the back of the youngster's neck,
causing a shiver to pass up Scott's spine. 'Ready for another
finger?'

'You bet.'

Leo added a second finger to the first, moving them slowly in
and out, preparing the way for his already throbbing penis.
'Let's go for the main event.' He withdrew both fingers and
positioned himself so that the tip of his greased up erection
was pressing against the now loosened sphincter. Slowly he eased
himself forward, the muscle gave way and the head of his cock
pushed inside. 

'Ooh, that hurts.'

'You OK Scott, want me to take it out?'

'No, no. Keep going, I want it all inside me. Oh, yeah. That's
it. Stick it in me.'

It took a couple of minutes, but eventually Leo was completely
inside. He paused for a few seconds, then began a slow
withdrawal. Back inside, until his balls we're pressed up
against those of his kneeling lover, slowly out again, he set up
a steady rhythm.

The naked youngster was squirming with pleasure. 'Harder Leo, go
faster,' begged the boy.

Not wanting it to be over too quickly, Leo increased the pace
just a little bit, trying to keep control. He could already feel
a rapidly approaching orgasm.

'That's it Leo, faster.'

CRASH! The front door of the small apartment gave way followed
by the sound of running feet. Two men burst into the room.

'What the...' All thoughts of orgasm instantly disappeared as
Leo gathered his concentration ready to lash out with his
telekinesis.

'Hold it!' Cried out one of the men. He was brandishing a small
wallet containing ID 'FBI. Don't even think about using your
fancy powers!'

A third man entered the room as the first two approached the
naked lovers.

Leo suddenly realised that even though he was now soft he was
still inside Scott. Pulling back, he popped out with slight
squelching sound. One of the men gave a sick smirk.

'What the hell are you doing?' demanded the young star.

'Could ask you the same thing. But we've already seen for
ourselves. Statutory rape is a serious offence. You're going to
go down for this.'

'He didn't rape me. I asked him to do it.' Scott's face had
drained of blood and he was trembling.

'Come here, kid. We're taking you in as well. We'll find a nice
cosy young delinquents centre for you.' One of the men reached
out for the boy, who jumped away.

'Get away from me,' he shouted, tears beginning to run down his
cheeks. 'Leo? What's happening? I don't want to go with them.'

As the man once more reached for Scott all hell broke loose. The
sight of Scott naked, crying and frightened was more than Leo
could stand. He hit out with his power. The boy's assailant was
picked up and flung against the wall. 'Go Scott. Run. Get out
now. Go to Adam.'

The teenager hesitated for just a fraction of a second and then
bolted for the door. The second man tried to intercept him but
found himself  flat on his face on the carpet. As Scott raced
through the door it slammed shut behind him. The first man had
recovered enough to scramble to the door and try and pull it
open, but something was holding it shut.

Leo had forgotten about the third man until he felt a sting on
his arm and everything began to blur. He concentrated on holding
the door shut for as long as he possibly could as consciousness
slipped from him. 'Run, Scott... get away... for both our
sakes..'  he whispered. Darkness fell.


Scott fled out of the building by the fire exit at the rear. He
realised that there was probably a car waiting at the front for
the men inside. He was well away from the building and running
blindly down a narrow alley before it occurred to him that he
was still naked. Already there were cuts and grazes on his feet
from his mad dash. To make matters even worse, it was broad
daylight. It was only sheer luck that he had not met up with
anyone; luck that about to run out. A ragged looking figure was
struggling to his feet in one of the doorways.

'Hey, kid. Wa'sa matter?' The figure walked unsteadily towards
the terrified boy. 'Its al'right kid, ol' Sam won't hurt ya.'

In desperation Scott looked around for a way of escape. The only
way was back the way he had come. What should he do. He
hesitated for a fraction of a second too long and felt the old
man clamp a bony hand on his shoulder. Suddenly the world was
spinning and the ground was rushing up to meet him.


Taylor was depressed. He and Mark had returned from the hospital
where they had spent the morning using their healing abilities.
'There were just too many of them.'

'Don't be so hard on yourself. Think of the people you did
manage to help, not just the ones you couldn't. There's a limit
to what even you can do.'

'I know,  but it all seems so hopeless somehow.'

'Look, you're tired. Go back to your room and relax for a while,
try to sleep. You'll feel different when what you have achieved
has had time to sink in.'

'Yeah, I suppose so. See you later on Mark.' 

There appeared to be no one else around as Taylor entered the
apartment. Deciding to take a shower he quickly pulled off his
clothes and headed naked into the bathroom. He was surprised to
hear the sound of water running, someone else had obviously had
the same idea. Rounding the corner he was surprised to see the
slim form in the shower was in fact Nathan.

The sandy haired boy was standing under the jets with his eyes
closed jerking frantically on his hard 3 inch penis, completely
unaware that he was no longer alone.

Taylor's first reaction was to leave, letting the shy youngster
have his few moments of privacy, but something prevented him. He
had to try to communicate with the withdrawn eleven year old.
Moving very slowly he entered the shower.

Suddenly Nathan looked up. Seeing he was no longer alone his
hands flew to cover his erection. 'I'm s-sorry,' he stammered,
and tried to get past Taylor.

'Don't be daft. You've got nothing to be sor.... Oh  my god!' As
Nathan had tried to get past him in a panic Taylor had
automatically put his hand onto the boy's shoulder to reassure
him. As the his fingers touched Nathan's skin the fifteen year
old felt such an explosion of emotion that it nearly knocked him
off his feet. Fear, confusion, embarrassment, loneliness, but
strongest of all a desperate need to be loved. Taylor snatched
his hand away as if scalded and instantly the emotional
bombardment stopped.

'Taylor? Are you OK? Say something Taylor. Should I get someone?'

Shaking his head to try and clear his thoughts, Taylor replaced
his hand on the boys thin shoulder. The same emotions were there
but he was ready for them this time. 'I'm OK Nathan. Just taken
a little by surprise. Come here.' He pulled the youngster
towards him, hugging him tightly. At first Nathan resisted, but
quickly relaxed and returned the hug.

'There's no need to be lonely Nathan. You're surrounded by
people that care about you, you just need to open up to them a
bit, let them in.'

'I try. But it's so hard. I'm frightened that if they get to
know me they might not really like me.'

'Why shouldn't they like you?'

'I don't know. But Bob, he was my step-dad, he used to be nice
to me. Then when he had known me for a while, that's when he
started hitting me. He'd use his belt on me. He used to hit me
over and over and tell me I was useless and stupid. And when I
cried he would call me a cry-baby and hit me even more.' Nathan
had started to tremble. 

Taylor bit his lip and tried to control the anger that he felt
building up inside. The thought of a grown man taking a belt to
a small boy made him seethe. 'That will NEVER happen to you
again,' he said, trying to keep the anger from showing in his
voice. 'Come on, lets get you dried before the water makes you
all wrinkly.' He ruffled the boy's hair playfully and led him
out of the shower.

'Want me to dry you?' asked Taylor.

'Yeah, I'd like that.' Nathan started to giggle as Taylor
towelled him off, tickling him through the thick towel. It was
great to hear the boy laugh. But as Taylor pressed the towel to
the eleven year olds small cock and balls, the giggling suddenly
stopped. 'Taylor, you know what I was doing in the shower when
you came in?'

'Yes, I know what you were doing.' The older boy was a little
disturbed by Nathan's abrupt seriousness and wondered where this
was headed.

'Well..., I was thinking about you.'

'For a few seconds Taylor was silent. Then it was his turn to
giggle. 'I suppose I'm flattered. But it doesn't make much
sense.'

'It makes sense to me.' Nathan looked hurt.

'What I mean is, why are you messing around on your own in the
shower, trying to picture me in your head? All you had to do was
say, and you could have had the real thing.' Taylor scooped up
the surprised youngster, carried him through into the main room
and threw him down onto one of the beds where he began to
mercilessly tickle his bare flesh. Nathan was laughing
hysterically.

Gradually the two of them quietened down and Taylor lay on the
bed beside Nathan, putting his arm around the boy and holding
him gently. 'Why don't you move out here with us? Stop cutting
yourself off in that little room.'

'I can't. I don't belong out here. I'm only a "rescued boy", I
don't have any of  the powers that the rest of you have. Ever
since I first came here I've dreamed that they would test me and
find out I some sort of power. Then I would be special like you
and William and the others.'

'You don't need powers to make you special. None of us think we
are any better than you just because we can do some things that
you can't. There must be loads of things that you can do that I
can't.' Taylor thought for a minute. 'Can you get your big toe
in your mouth?'

'I dunno. I suppose I could.' After a bit of wriggling around
Nathan managed it easily.

'There you are then,' said Taylor with a satisfied grin. 'I
can't do that, so it makes you pretty special as far as I'm
concerned.'

Nathan gave a little giggle. 'Do you think Mark would let me
join the corps then?'

'Umm, I don't really think he would see toe sucking as a
particularly useful ability.'

'Well we'll just have to try and convince him that it is.'


Scott awoke to a pain in his head and a particularly unpleasant
smell. He pushed away the rags that were covering his face and
wrinkled his nose.

'Ah, me littl' pal's awake.'

Quickly it all came back. Leo, the raid, his escape, the old man
grabbing him. In a panic he tried to get to his feet, wobbled
and collapsed back down again.

'Easy lad. Ya got a nasty bump when ya fell.  Feinted ya did.
Best not try anythin' too hasty. Ya got some nasty friends if ya
don't mind me sayin'. Dressed in them fine suits, thinkin'
themselves better than us folk.'

'Where are they? Have they gone?'

'S'alright lad. Ol' Sam hid you under them blankets. No time for
their sort ol' Sam hasn't.'

Glancing down, Scott realised that he was no longer naked,
though what he was wearing could only just be described as
clothing. He had on a ragged old shirt that was so full of holes
that it showed more than it covered and a pair of trousers that
were many sizes too big, held up with string and cut off at the
knee. 'Where did these come from?'

'Can't be running round all bare ya know. Catch ya death if ya
not careful. Ol' Sam put em on ya. Sorry can't give yer any
shoes though, none to spare ya see. Sam only got one pair.' He
proudly indicated the mismatched shoes that were almost falling
off his feet.

'Er, thanks. Look I gotta go.'

'Course ya have. In a proper hurry ya were earlier. Should be
safe now though. Can ya get up alright?'

'I think so.' Carefully Scott rose to his feet. He felt a little
dizzy, but he could manage. He turned to the old man. 'Thanks
Sam, for hiding me. Oh yeah, and for the clothes as well.'

'Don't mention it kid. Never know when ol' Sam might need a
favour. See ya around.'

'Yeah, see you around.' Scott gave Sam a wave and set off along
the alley. His head ached and his feet hurt but at least one
major problem was solved, he had some clothes, even if they did
pong a bit! Now all he had to do was make it to Adam's apartment.


It took Scott almost an hour to walk, or rather hobble, the
couple of miles across town to where Adam lived. By the time he
arrived his feet were raw. He had received some odd looks from
the people he passed, some had appeared to be sorry for him, and
a couple of them had looked to be on the verge of offering him
help, but most had simply stared at him in disgust. As he rang
Adam's doorbell he prayed the teenager would be home.

It took a whole minute and a half, but at last the door was
unlocked an opened. 'Scott! What's happened to you? God, you're
a mess. Come inside.' It wasn't Adam, it was his flatmate Luke.
Luke was eighteen, he had no special abilities and so wasn't a
corps member. But he was Adam's friend so Scott knew he could
trust him completely.

As Scott followed Luke into the lounge he could feel his control
beginning to slip. Up to now he had had to keep himself in
check, Leo was relying on him. But now that he was safe and
there would be someone else to share the burden  the dam was
about to burst.

'I've got to talk to Adam. Leo's in trouble, we've got to help
him. The FBI's got him. Where's Adam?' It was all coming out in
a rush.

'Adam's not here, he off on corps business. Slow down Scott, try
and calm down and tell me what it's about.'

'The FBI's charged Leo with rape. He didn't rape me, Luke. It's
all my fault. I nagged him for ages to do it to me. Today he did
and now he's going to prison.' Further words were lost amid
floods of tears as the thirteen year old boy began to shake
uncontrollably. Luke put his arms around the youngster to
comfort him until he was calm enough to give proper details
about what had happened.


William just couldn't help smiling at the sight which greeted
him on his return the room. To him, Taylor's body was the most
beautiful thing in the world and here it was laid out before him
for him to feast his eyes on. And in Taylor's arms was an
extremely cute, naked eleven year old. Both of them were sound
asleep.

Carefully, William leaned over the bed a very gently placed a
kiss on Taylor's cheek. Taylor's eyes opened and he grinned.

'Just like the fairy tale, woken by a kiss from a handsome
prince.'

'Can only manage the prince bit I'm afraid. You'll have to keep
looking for the handsome part.'

'Oh, I would say this prince is handsome enough for me.' Taylor
gave a yawn. 'Looks like I fell asleep. This morning must have
taken more out of me than I thought.'

'Looks like you still had enough energy left for something
though.' William nodded towards the still sleeping Nathan.

Taylor blushed. 'Would you believe me if I said it's not what it
looks like?'

'Why's that?' grinned William. 'Couldn't you stay awake long
enough?'

'I suppose there's some truth in that,' said Taylor, looking
uncomfortable. He looked into William's eyes. 'HE FANTASISES
ABOUT ME WHEN HE'S JERKING OFF.'

William blinked, taken by surprise. This mind speech thing was
going to take some getting used to. 'LOTS OF PEOPLE THINK ABOUT
YOU WHEN THEY'RE JERKING OFF. IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT FOR BEING SO
GORGEOUS.'

'IF YOU SAY SO. BUT I THINK I MIGHT HAVE ENCOURAGED HIM A BIT. I
TOLD HIM HE COULD HAVE THE REAL THING.'

'YOU CALL THAT "ENCOURAGING HIM A BIT".' William had to fight
back laughter. 'THAT WASN'T ENCOURAGEMENT, IT WAS AN OPEN
INVITATION.'

'I KNOW THAT, BUT I SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID IT. HE'S ONLY ELEVEN
YEARS OLD!'

'ZAC'S ONLY TWELVE, BUT I SEEM TO REMEMBER YOU GIVING HIM A BLOW
JOB YESTERDAY.'

'ZAC'S DIFFERENT. HE'S TWELVE GOING ON TWENTY. NATHAN JUST SEEMS
SO MUCH MORE VULNERABLE. HE'S HAD SUCH A HARD TIME, I DON'T WANT
TO LEAD HIM INTO SOMETHING HE CAN'T HANDLE.'

'THEN LET HIM TAKE THE LEAD. THERE'S A CHANCE IT MIGHT BOOST HIS
CONFIDENCE.'

'I SUPPOSE. WOULD YOU MIND IF ANYTHING DID HAPPEN?.'

'TAYLOR, I'VE ONLY KNOWN YOU FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS BUT I ALREADY
THINK YOU ARE THE MOST INCREDIBLE PERSON IN THE WORLD. YOU
HAVING SEX WITH SOMEONE ELSE IS NOT GOING TO CHANGE THAT.
BESIDES, NEITHER OF US CAN TELEPORT, SO WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO
SPEND A LOT MORE TIME APART THAN WE CAN TOGETHER, I DON'T EXPECT
YOU GIVE UP SEX FOR MONTHS AT A TIME JUST BECAUSE I'M NOT
AROUND.'

'THANKS WILLIAM. YOU'RE PRETTY SPECIAL YOURSELF YOU KNOW.'


'You'd better wake our little friend before the others get
back,' suggested William, switching back to ordinary speech. 'He
might be a bit embarrassed being caught like this, and your
little brother is not the most tactful person in the world.

'You can say that again'


Mark was in his office discussing the day's progress with Adam
when the call came through. He passed the telephone to Adam.
'It's Luke for you, he sounds upset.'

The Asian boy became steadily more agitated as he learned of the
events of the morning. 'Hold on, I'll be right there,' he said
and replaced the receiver.

'Bad news?' asked Mark.

Adam took a deep breath to calm himself. 'Leo's been arrested by
the FBI.'

'What's he supposed to have done?' 

'Statutory rape. he was fucking a thirteen year old and they
walked in in the middle of it.'

'Oh, shit!' exclaimed Mark. 'Was the boy one of ours?'

'No. His names Scott. He's no connection with the corps but he's
a good kid. Been with Leo for over a year.'

'Living with him?'

'No. Scott lives with his mother, but spends nearly all his free
time with Leo.'

'So have the FBI got the boy as well?

Adam shook his head. 'He's with Luke. They tried to take him but
he escaped. I'm going over there now. Are you coming?'

'You bet I am.'

Adam put his arm around Mark and prepared himself for the jump.
His teleport ability was only moderately strong and taking
another person along was pushing his power to the limit. The
world "wobbled" and they were standing in Adam and Luke's
apartment.

Scott had stopped crying, but looked a mess with his ragged
clothes and tear streaks down his dirty face. Mark was
immediately concerned about the state of the boy's feet which
were raw and bleeding from his shoeless trek across the city.
'Let me take care of these for you to start with.' He gently
took both feet in his hands and concentrated his healing powers.
Scott gave a gasp as he felt a sharp, quick pain, similar to a
sticking plaster being yanked off and then suddenly his feet had
stopped hurting. Though when he looked down they were still
covered in blood and dirt.

'Don't worry about the mess,' said Mark. 'When you wash it all
off you'll see that your feet are fine. Trust me.' He gave a
smile. 'Now, are you able to tell us everything that happened?'

As best he could, Scott again relived his experiences of that
morning. Occasionally Mark or Adam would prompt the boy for more
details. Scott became embarrassed when Mark questioned him about
his having sex with Leo, but answered as best he could.

'So Leo never fucked you before this morning?' asked Mark.

'No, we've been messing around for ages, sucking each other and
things but  he wouldn't fuck me, he said we had to wait until I
got a little bit older. I kept on at him to do it but he always
said no. Then yesterday we were talking and I said if he loved
me as much as he claimed then he'd give me what I wanted. He was
quiet for a bit  then he said if I really wanted it that much
he'd do it. So we arranged to do it this morning.'

'Did this discussion take place in the same apartment?

'Yeah. Leo got that apartment specially so we had somewhere that
we could be together.'

Mark turned to Adam. 'The apartment's bugged. Who ever set this
up has gone to a lot of trouble.'

Adam looked thoughtful for a moment. 'McCray?'

'Looks like it. It's the sort of stunt that bastard would pull.'

Walter McCray was the head of the FBI's special psychic
investigations unit. He and the corps had had numerous run-ins
in the past. To say that Mark loathed the man would be massive
understatement.

'Do you think he's done this to try and discredit the corps?'
asked Adam.

'If I know McCray there will be more to it than that. Besides,
how much harm can it do to us? It'll finish Leo. Imagine what
the press will make of it, "famous movie star rapes helpless
boy", but even if it becomes generally known that Leo is a corps
member it can't do us that much damage if we don't get involved.'

'Surely you're not thinking of abandoning Leo?'

'You know me better than that.' Marks eyes were like flint. 'The
corps doesn't work that way, we look after our own. A fact that
McCray is all too well aware of. Let's go into the lion's den
and find out what he's really after.'

'Mark, do you think you should let someone else handle this.
It's well known that you and McCray are not the best of friends.'

'Not on your life. One of these times that slimeball is going to
bite off more than he can chew and I sure as hell want to be
there when it happens.'


'Zac! I knew you were stupid but I never thought you were
completely brain dead.' Taylor's voice could probably be heard
several floors up.

'That's not true,' Zac shouted back. 'You're always calling me
brain dead. It's not as if we did it on purpose you know.'

Taylor screamed and threw his hands in the air. He turned to
William for support, but both the prince and Josh were fighting
back hysteria and wouldn't meet Taylor's gaze. Even Nathan was
trying to hide a smile.

Several minutes earlier Zac and Paul had appeared in the room
wearing just their shorts. This would not normally have been a
cause for concern. The problem was, every bit of exposed skin on
both boys was lobster pink. Taylor had hit the roof when he saw
the state they were in, and he was not showing signs of coming
down any time soon.

'Didn't it ever occur to either on of you to use sun block, or
to stay in the shade, or, and I know it's unlikely in your case
little brother, to keep yourselves covered up. I thought you at
least would have more sense.' Taylor rounded on Paul, who backed
away suitably impressed by the older Hanson's temper.

'I suppose now is not the best time to ask for a bit of healing?
asked Paul, timidly.

'Healing! You want me to use my energy healing a pair of fools
who are so stupid that if they threw themselves at the ground
they would probably miss. I suppose I should be glad that at
least you had the sense to keep your shorts on.'

Zac grimaced.

'You did keep your shorts on? Zac, tell me you are not that
colour all over?'

'Well, perhaps not quite all over. I think my arm pits are still
white.'

This was more than William could take, his sides were hurting
from trying to keep in the laughter. 'Come on Taylor,' he
spluttered. You'd better help them before it finishes us all
off.'

Taylor closed his eyes and counted very slowly to ten.
'Alright,' he said, much calmer. 'Get your shorts off, let's see
how bad this really is.'

Zac quickly stripped naked, but Paul was more reluctant. 'Can't
we go somewhere I bit more private?' he asked. 

'It's a pity you weren't so reluctant to remove your clothes
earlier on,' Taylor replied. 'Do you want healing or don't you?
You could always go and ask Mark.'

'Hmm,  no, it's OK, here will be fine.' Paul pulled off his
shorts, making a face as the waistband  scraped across the
tender burned skin of his legs. Asking Mark to heal what
amounted to 'self-inflicted' sunburn was not an option he chose
to consider.

'Well, you've certainly done a thorough job of it,' observed
Taylor, walking around the boys and  inspecting the angry
redness that covered them both from head to toe. 'I've never
seen a sunburned dick before, and look at the state of your
backs. Pretty sore I should think.' He slapped his hands down
firmly between the shoulder blades of his two victims, bringing
two simultaneous cries of pain. 'You see, I was right. Pretty
sore.' Leaving his hands in place he closed his eyes to help his
concentration. For a second nothing happened then both Zac and
Paul gave a gasp and staggered a little as the redness instantly
vanished.

'Wow, that's neat. Thanks Tay. I'll love you forever.' Zac had
turned quickly and grabbed Taylor around the chest, hugging him
tightly.

'Yeah, thanks Taylor,' said Paul, pulling on his shorts. 'I owe
you one.'

'Don't forget you still owe me one as well,' grinned Zac,
looking over his shoulder.

'I haven't forgotten. See you all later,' said Paul winked at
Zac as he left for his own room to put some more clothes on.

'Erm, Zac. I think now would be a good time to let me breath,'
suggested Taylor.

Oh, sorry.' Zac released the bear hug in which he had been
holding his older brother.

'Thanks.' Taylor drew a deep breath. 'All that shouting's made
me thirsty. Who's for a coke?'


Mark and Adam were waiting impatiently in the reception office
of Walter G. McCray, senior investigator and head of the special
psychic investigation department of the FBI. Behind the desk
McCray's secretary tapped busily at a computer terminal.

'Damn, I hate waiting. I wish I could have teleported us
directly into his office,' whispered Adam.

'Try and relax. He's  keeping us waiting on purpose to get us
wound up. I don't want him to know about your teleport
abilities, the more aces we can keep up our sleeve the better.
McCray has a very good idea of what I can do, but he's never met
you so I think there's a good chance that you are not on his
files anywhere. If that's the case he  won't have any idea about
what you're capable of and I'd like to keep it that way as long
as possible.'

'Ahh, gentlemen. Sorry to keep you waiting.' The booming voice
caught them both by surprise. 'Come in and have a seat.'

As Mark entered he had to make a determined effort not to let
his dislike for this man show on his face. McCray was in late
fifties, overweight, and balding. His fingers were stained brown
from chain smoking cigarettes, one of which was glowing in the
half full ashtray.

McCray took his seat behind the desk. 'It's good to see you
again Mark. It was a bit of a squeeze finding time for you
today, but as you know I like to try and co-operate with the
corps, as least as far as this job will allow. Now, what can I
do for you?'

'I think you probably have a very good idea why we're here
McCray,' said Mark, coolly.

'Why don't you tell me Mark,' suggested McCray with a smile on
his face that never came near his eyes.

'Dammit, McCray. Leonardo DiCaprio was picked up this morning by
FBI agents.'

'Ah yes, the rape case. Why should that have anything to do with
you or me?'

'Can we stop playing games?' In spite of his earlier advice to
Adam to try and relax, Mark was could feel him temper beginning
to fray.  'You know as well as I do that Leo is a corps member,
that's why it involves me. It involves you, because you were the
devious bastard who set the whole thing up.'

'Your friend was caught with his dick up the arse of a thirteen
year old boy. In this country that is a crime. It all looks
straightforward to me. What is it you want from me?'

'I want the charges dropped. You set this up for a reason.
You're looking for more than a pathetic child abuse conviction.
Why don't you tell me what it is you really want?'

Throughout this exchange Adam had been staring intently at
McCray. The agent turned to face the young asian and for a
moment he returned the stare. Suddenly Adam's hands went to his
head and with a groan he bent forward in his chair.'

'Stay out of my head boy, you wouldn't like what's in there,'
McCray hissed.

'Adam! Are you OK?' Mark asked, quickly placing his hand on the
sixteen year old's head ready to use his healing ability if it
were necessary.

'Yeah, I think so. I'm alright Mark. Don't waste your energy on
me, you might need it later.'

McCray was smiling again as if nothing had happened. 'You were
asking what it was I wanted Mark. By an amazing stroke of luck
the thing that I want is already in this room.'

'What...? I don't understand.'

'You want a deal? Here's the deal. You get your movie star
friend back and we don't proceed with the statutory rape
charges. Of course it all stays on our records, just in case. In
return you lend us one of your members to work with us for an
indefinite period of time. This young man here fits the bill
nicely. We want a telepath and he seems to be a particularly
strong one. He must be to get as far into my head as he did.
I'll bet he regrets it now though, he's going to have quite a
headache for a while.

Mark slowly rose to his feet. 'I'll see you in hell before I let
you get your slimy hands on another of our boys. After what
happened to Dayle did you honestly think any senior corps member
would give you the chance to do the same thing again.'

'Dayle's death was nothing to do with us Mark. We didn't know
anything about that bomb. Dayle was the telepath. He should have
known what the psycho was planning to do.'

'So you claim McCray. But if ever I find out that you were
involved the entire FBI will not be enough to keep me from
coming to get you.'

Mark and McCray stared at each other across the desk. The older
man's smile had at last disappeared and he gripped his chair
arms until his knuckles turned white. 

'It's a deal.'

The two adversaries turned to look at the third person in the
room. Adam was calm and confident. 'I said we have a deal Mr.
McCray. You release Leo and I'll come and work for you.'

Mark opened his mouth to protest but stopped as Adam's clear
voice sounded in his head.

'DON'T SAY ANYTHING MARK. YOU HAVE TO TRUST ME ON THIS. THERE'S
MORE GOING ON HERE THAN YOU REALISE.'

'And who says the young people of today have no sense of duty.'
McCray's smile was instantly back in place.

'If anything at all happens to this boy McCray, you'll wish you
were dead. That's a promise.' Mark growled his threat through
clenched teeth.


Mark remained silent and scowling while McCray made arrangements
with Adam about when the teenager would make himself available
for use by the special psychic investigation department of the
FBI. When everything was sorted out, the investigator made a
quick telephone call before informing Mark that he could collect
Leo from the cells on the basement level.

As they left the office McCray held his hand out. 'Nice doing
business with you Mark. I think we've both done reasonably well
out of it.'

'I rather not shake your hand McCray,' Mark replied. 'You've got
too much dirt on them for my liking. You may have got the better
of us this time, but I wouldn't spend too much time gloating if
I were you. The game's not finished yet.'

'Oh, Mark. You're out of your league, you and your group of
school boys. If you try and play with the big boys you will end
up getting hurt.'

Mark remained silent until he and Adam were in the escalator. 'I
hope you know what you're doing,' he said as the doors closed
and they began their descent.

'We didn't have a lot of choice. I couldn't sit back and watch
Leo thrown to the wolves. He's not just a corps member, he's one
of my best friends.'

'Leo wouldn't have been thrown to the wolves. If everything else
had failed I was prepared to use whatever methods necessary to
get him out.'

'You mean bust him out. Openly move against the FBI. Mark, you
couldn't do that.'

'I can do it, and if McCray hurts Leo or you or any other corps
member, I will do it. Now,  you can't manage to teleport both me
and Leo so call Paul and get him to come for us. Tell him to
meet us outside and not to draw attention to himself.'

Adam's eyes went blank for a few seconds as he sent a telepathic
message to Paul. As he finished he put his hand to his head.
'He's on his way. I think I'll let you get rid of this headache
for me now.'

'Sure.' Mark put his hand onto Adam's head and utilised his
healing. 'What the hell happened in there anyway?'

'I don't really know. He had some sort of defence mechanism in
his mind, I've never felt anything like it. It's one of the
things I want to check into while I'm "working" for him.'

'I don't suppose you want to tell me what the other things are?'

'I'm not sure myself. As soon as I know something definite I'll
let you know.'

Just be careful because I meant what I said. If you get hurt
things are going to get very unpleasant''


'Zac, do you think you could keep the noise down a bit?' Taylor
and William were trying to watch a video. Zac and Josh were
playing some sort of game that involved several coke cans, Zac's
telekinetic ability, and a great deal of shouting.

'Sorry Tay,' shouted Zac. 'Why don't you put on a decent video
we could all watch?'

'You can watch a sex film later. Me and William want to see the
end of this first.'

'Yeah, OK. But we're not making that much noise.' Zac propelled
a can through the air and with a clatter it intercepted one
thrown by Josh. 'I did it!' Zac screamed at the top of his lungs.

'Oh what's the use,' grumbled Taylor. 'I going to talk to
Nathan. At least it'll be quieter in his room. Are you coming?'

'No, I'm going to try and stick it out,' William replied. 'I
want to see the end of the film. I just hope my eardrums
survive.' Another shriek went up from Zac.

As Taylor entered Nathan's room he was surprised to see the boy
sat on the bed staring blankly at a wall. 'Nathan, what's the
matter? he asked, concerned.

Nathan jumped as if pricked. 'Oh, hi Taylor. I was just
daydreaming.'

'Must have been a pretty good daydream, you were completely
gone.'

'Yeah, it was good.' Nathan suddenly looked uncomfortable.
'Earlier you said something to me. You said that...', he paused.
Taking a deep breath he plunged forward. 'You said that I could
have the real thing if I were to ask.'

Taylor sighed. His own feelings still confused about this.
'Yeah, I did say that.'

'Did you mean it?'

'Look, Nathan. Are you sure that this is what you really want?'
Taylor gazed into the boy's eyes. 'Ignore that, it was a stupid
question and I can see the answer on your face. I perhaps
shouldn't have said what I did, but yes, I did mean it. But you
have to promise me that you'll tell me to stop if we do anything
at all that you don't like.'

Nathan swallowed then nodded. 'Will you undress me Taylor?'

Without speaking, Taylor crossed to the bed and began to
carefully undress the eleven year old. In a short time Nathan
was naked.

'Your skin is so soft,' Taylor said, running his hand across the
boy's chest and gently caressing the small nipples. 'Lie back on
the bed.'

Nathan did as he was asked and watched as Taylor pulled of his
own shirt followed by his jeans and white briefs. When Taylor
was completely nude he leaned over and kissed Nathan lightly on
the lips. 

Taylor then began a journey over the youngster's body. Using his
lips and tongue he began on Nathan's face, very lightly kissing
the boy's eyelids, nose, lips, chin and down onto his neck.
Passing down onto his chest, the older boy paused to suck on
each of the small but sensitive nipples. Nathan let out a gasp
and his penis, which up until then had been soft, began to
twitch and harden. By the time Taylor had reached the top of the
hairless groin area the younger boy's cock was like steel and
was jerking spasmodically.

Nathan groaned in disappointment as Taylor bypassed his groin
and began moving slowly down one of his slender legs. Down the
outside, passed the knee, shin, ankle onto his foot. Sucking on
his small toes and kissing the soles of his feet before moving
back up again but this time on the inside. The youngster's body
began to writhe as Taylor's torturing kisses moved up his inner
thigh again approaching the desperate heat of his boyhood. Again
the teenager passed by the boy's treasures and began down the
other leg, his journey mirroring that of the first; down the
outside, up the inside. As he finally approached the top of the
tender inner thigh Nathan was moaning loudly, his body arching
up off the bed pushing his aching erection upwards. 'Please,
Taylor. Suck me now.'

Taylor firmly closed his lips around the virgin hardness,
enveloping it in the moist warmth of his mouth and causing a sob
of complete ecstasy to escape from the writhing boy beneath him.
When Taylor ran is tongue over the sensitive circumcised head of
his erection Nathan went wild, bucking his hips frantically.
Suddenly every muscle in the eleven year old's body went tense
and he yelled as if in pain as his throbbing boyhood tried to
expel it's non-existent load into Taylor's mouth.

Eventually Nathan became quieter and Taylor used his own shirt
to wipe the tears of pleasure that were running down the boy's
face. 'We'll, was that better than beating off on your own in
the shower?'

Nathan gave a smile. 'I think so, but I'll need to try it a few
more times before I can tell you for sure.'

Taylor tickled the boy playfully. 'What makes you think there'll
be any more times.'

'Cos I'm irresistible and you can't keep your hands off me,'
Nathan joked. Then, more seriously, 'Thanks Taylor. I really
needed a special friend.'

'Nathan, I can still feel the fear inside you. Let it go. I'll
always be here for you.'

'But you won't. You've got a life to go back to. Sure, you'll
come and see me sometimes. But I'm just a "rescued boy", this
place is all I'll ever know.'

'It doesn't have to be like that.' The things Nathan were saying
had already occurred to Taylor and he'd given them a lot of
thought. He'd seen the boys around the base and knew there were
countless others out on the streets. It was heartbreaking that
he could do nothing directly to help them. But in this case he
could do something. 'When me and Zac go, you can come with us.
Come and stay with us for a while and if you like it we can see
about making it permanent. It'd be great to have another little
brother.'

'Do you mean it? I can come with you...' Further words were lost
as the eleven year old collapsed into tears.

As Taylor lay on the bed holding the crying boy in his arms he
analysed his feelings for the youngster. It was different to how
he felt about William, in that case it was a love between two
equals. In Nathan's case, it was more the type of love someone
would feel for a younger brother, similar to his love for Zac.
He hoped desperately that it would all work out, that Nathan
could be happy. Only time would tell.


Back in the main room William's film was just finishing. As the
credits went up he became aware of  how quiet it was in the room
and realised that he hadn't heard Zac shouting for some time. He
had only known Zac a few days, but that was long enough know
that if the twelve year old wasn't making a noise he was either
asleep or up to something. The prince suspected the latter.
Before he had chance to consider going to investigate a ear
piercing shriek went up behind him and two naked twelve year
olds had launched themselves at him and wrestled him to the
floor.

'Come on Wills, play time, yelled Zac as he sprawled across
William's body and began tugging at the teenager's belt.

William was pinned on his back, so surprised he was not even
putting up a struggle as the two youngsters attempted to remove
his trousers. The fact that Zac's pre-teen genitalia was mashed
into his face did not help his ability to concentrate.

Both Zac and Josh let out a cheer as William's underwear was
pulled down and their prize was uncovered.

'I get first go,' Zac yelled.'

'OK,' agreed Josh. 'But you better not make him cum. I want a
turn first.'

'Hold on, what do you think your do...', William's attempted
objection was cut off as Zac's hungry mouth closed around his
still limp penis. 'This is not a good idea boys,' he said, not
managing to sound convincing, even to his own ears. Besides, his
teenage cock had ideas of it's own had was rapidly rising to the
occasion.

While Zac gave William's erection his full attention, Josh
busied himself removing the young prince's shoes and socks and
so was soon able to pull his trousers and underwear completely
off.

'My turn, Zac. Swap over before you make him cum,' pleaded Josh.

'Al'right, but you'd better not make him cum either. I get to do
that, it was my idea.'

William watched in disbelief as the two boys swapped over. They
were discussing giving him a blow job as though he had no say in
the matter at all. Now Josh was knelt between his legs slurping
on his 7" tool; Josh, who that first day had seem so reserved
and well mannered. It was amazing the effect a couple of days
spent with Zac could have!

'Let's have the rest of this stuff off,' Zac said, pulling at
William's shirt.

'I suppose you might have well.' conceded William. 'Oww! Careful
Josh. Just mind those teeth.'

'Move over,' ordered Zac. 'Watch a master a work.'

Again they changed places. Zac opened his mouth and engulfed the
head of William's hard cock. Pulling back, he lunged forward
taking the head and half of the shaft inside. Back up again and
down and his nose was pressed into the teenager's pubic bush.

William gasped. 'Shit! Where'd you learn to do that? Ooh, it
feels incredible.'

As Zac continued in his oral assault, Josh turned his attention
to William's chest, teasing his nipples with the tip of his
tongue and nipping them between his teeth.

Soon the fifteen year old was groaning loudly and moving his
hips in rhythm to Zac's sucking. 'Oh shiiiit!' he cried as his
cock exploded pumping his hot cum into the youngster's mouth.

Zac swallowed without missing a beat, a true professional. He
continued sucking even as William began to soften.

'Zac,' William gasped, still breathless. 'You can stop now. Were
the hell did you learn that?'

'Oh, just a little something I've picked up,' replied Zac. 'Bit
like your language, "shit", "hell", I don't think your grandma
would approve.'

William gave a little laugh. 'I think if grandma knew half of
what I'm getting up to, my choice of language would be the least
of her worries!'


Scott had bathed and changed into a borrowed shirt and shorts by
the time Mark, Adam, Paul and Leo arrived back at Adam and
Luke's apartment. Leo was wrapped in a blanket and wearing
nothing underneath, he looked a definitely the worse for wear. 

Mark had been furious to find the young star locked in a cell,
naked and heavily sedated and it had completely drained his
healing ability to bring Leo to a state of consciousness.

Leaving instructions that Adam was to come see him the next
morning, Mark and Paul departed.

'You can stay here in our spare room tonight,' Adam suggested to
Leo. 'What about you, Scott.'

'Already taken care of,' said Luke. 'I got him to ring his
mother earlier. He's staying over as well.'

Leo looked over to Scott who had remained strangely silent.
'What's the matter, Scott. I thought you'd be pleased to see me?'

For a moment longer Scott hesitated before rushing across the
room and flinging his arms around Leo. 'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.'

'What have you to be sorry for?' 

'I ran off and left you. I should have stopped to help.'

'If you hadn't got way and found help I'd probably still be
locked up. It was you that saved me. Later I'll show you just
how grateful I am.' Leo winked at the boy.

After Leo had showered and dressed and the four of them sat down
to eat, Scott suddenly had a thought. 'Would you do something
for me Leo?'

'Anything you want.'

'In an alley behind your apartment there's an old man called
Sam. He lives in one of the doorways.'

Leo looked puzzled. 'Go on.'

'I want you to buy him a pair of shoes.'


END OF PART 2

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