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.
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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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In the part 3: Taylor's in danger and William has to face some difficult decisions. Look out for it!