The Corps

The following story contains descriptions of gay sex. If you are offended by such material, too bad! If you are below legal age you had better not read it because you are too young and impressionable and it may turn you gay! If you live in an area where such material is prohibited don't waste time reading this, spend your time campaigning for a better government.

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 June 1998

e-mail: corps_story@hotmail.com

It would be a good idea to have read "The Corps.1 New experiences", "The Corps.2 Captured" and "The Corps.3 Hanson in Danger" before you read any further, as this story is a continuation of events that occurred in these earlier stories.

The Corps.4 Retribution

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'Good Morning, Adam.' McCray's cheerful greeting sounded anything but sincere. Though to Adam, McCray never sounded sincere, there was always that slightly mocking tone in his voice and the calculating look in his eyes.

The sixteen year old asian boy just about managed to stifle a yawn. After the events of the previous afternoon and night he was exhausted. He'd tried to get a few hours sleep, but his earlier conversation with Paul was going round and round in his head. If it turned out as Adam suspected, that Dayle really was alive and was somehow being held captive by the FBI then the consequences didn't bear thinking about. It also meant that McCray was even more dangerous than any of them had previously realised.

'Morning Mr. McCray. What have you got for me today?'

'Ah, today we have something special you should be able to help us with.' The man gave a grin that sent shivers down Adam's spine. 'I'll just make a quick call and then we'll go down to the cells.' He picked up the telephone and punched in a four digit number. There was a pause of a few seconds. 'This is McCray. Are you set up? Good. We're on our way down.' He replaced the handset. 'Right Adam, let's get down there and get started.'

'Get started with what?'

'Oh, you'll see. I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise.'

With practised ease, McCray lit a cigarette and walked out of the door towards the elevator, leaving a cloud of blue smoke hanging in the air of the office.

Feeling a little uneasy, Adam followed. He didn't like surprises, at least not as far as McCray was concerned. He tentatively probed the edges of the man's mind to try and find out what was waiting downstairs, but the block he had encountered previously was still in place and even more impervious than ever. The teenager already knew from bitter experience just what the result would be if he tried to force through the block.

As they travelled down in the elevator, McCray hummed tunelessly and tapped his foot. 'Do you like Elvis, Adam?' he suddenly asked, his loud voice in the confined space momentarily startling the boy.

'Not especially.'

McCray looked disappointed. 'That's the trouble with the young people of today. No taste in music. No taste in anything.' He resumed his humming and tapping.

They reached the cell level and McCray led the way down a corridor, the increasingly nervous teenager always a few steps behind. Something in the back of Adams mind was screaming a warning to turn around and get the hell out of there, and he was on the verge of using his teleport ability to do just that when McCray stopped and opened a door.

As soon as Adam entered the room he realised he was in serious trouble. He turned to leave but McCray had already closed the door and was standing in front of it, a satisfied smile on his face. Also in the room were three men and a woman in white lab coats. Various equipment surrounded a long padded table. Most disturbing though was a very low buzzing sound, it could hardly be heard, but the teen could feel it resonating all the way through to his bones.

'What's going on McCray?' the boy managed to sound more confident than he really was.

'It's as I said Adam, there's something special you can help us with. It's shouldn't be too unpleasant if you behave yourself.'

Slowly, Adam shook his head. 'I knew you weren't to be trusted.' He gathered his concentration, focused on the corps base and willed himself there. Nothing happened. His teleport ability wasn't working. In a panic he gave a mental shout for help to Mark, Paul, anyone. No reply. He was alone. For a telepath it was a strange and incredibly frightening sensation.

McCray saw the look of fear on the boy's face. 'It looks like you've already found out that your special abilities won't work in this room. We have discovered that a certain frequency sound will neutralise any mental powers.'

'What are you going to do to me?'

'You are going to help us with our research into telepathy. We are very close to discovering exactly how it works, but unfortunately our previous subject has almost reached the end of his useful life. You are going to be his replacement.'

Something clicked in Adam's mind. 'Dayle! I was right, he didn't die in that explosion. You've been using him to conduct your perverted experiments.'

'Ah, yes. Dayle.' For a moment the man looked troubled, but only for a moment. Then his cold smile was back in place. 'We're keeping these good people waiting.' He nodded towards the men in white coats.

As one of the men took his arm, Adam tried to pull away, but the others closed in. Though he put up a struggle it was no use. They dragged him across to the padded table where two of the men held firmly onto his arms while the third ripped his shirt open and tore it from his body. He was then lifted onto the table and straps were used to secure his arms by his sides. Still he continued to fight, kicking with his legs, but to no effect. Working quickly and efficiently the men removed his shoes and socks followed by his trousers, before fastening his ankles to the table. A further strap around his neck meant that he was almost completely unable to move.

'You won't get away with this McCray. The corps will come looking for me.'

'I wouldn't count on that Adam. Mark may talk tough, but when it comes to the crunch he won't move against the FBI. Besides, we'll give him a convincing story to keep him happy.'

While McCray was talking, the woman was busily attaching wires to the boys chest and temples. One of the men was making adjustments to a machine.

'You're an evil bastard McCray.' Adam frantically jerked at his bonds, choking himself on the strap over his throat.'

Casually McCray walked across to the table. For a second he stood and looked at his captive. Suddenly his hand shot out and took hold of the teenagers balls through the white material of his briefs, squeezing roughly. Adam gave a scream of pain and his body thrashed around wildly. 'You need to learn some manners boy. You are going to be here for a long time, so get used to the idea.' He released his grip, turned away, and without another word he walked out of the door.

The woman shook her head in disgust at the mans actions. Not because of the pain he had caused the boy on the table, but because some of the wires had become dislodged and she had to replace them. Eventually she was happy. 'Ok, let's get started. Begin on the lowest setting.'

The man who was fiddling with the machine nodded and flicked a switch. Immediately Adam felt a tingling across his head, like an itch inside his brain.

The woman was intently watching a computer screen. She frowned. 'Increase the frequency very gradually until I tell you to stop.'

Adam moaned as the tingling became more intense, turning into pain. Slowly, the pain began to worsen until his head felt like it was about to explode. He closed his eyes, but bright flashes of lightening seemed to be shooting across the insides of his eyelids. He cried out, or thought he did, no longer sure what was real and what was imagination as electric daggers penetrated his mind. Suddenly he was falling. travelling at tremendous speed, images rushing past the edges of his consciousness. Ahead a great blackness loomed and he was hurtling towards it. Faster he flew, ever closer to the darkness, until it was all around him, swallowing him up, and he knew no more.

Something brought Taylor awake. The room was in darkness and for a moment he wondered where he was. Recollection came quickly, he was in Nathan's bed. After what he had been through of the previous day, Mark had decided that Taylor needed to be able to sleep undisturbed and had come up with the solution that he use Nathan's room, Nathan could use one of the beds in the main room. The eleven year old had, of course, readily agreed.

A small sound caused Taylor's heart to jump. There was someone else in the room. 'Who's there?' he demanded.

'Sorry, Tay. I didn't mean to wake you.'

'Zac! What are you doing creeping around in the dark?'

'Like I said, I didn't want to wake you. I just wanted to be near you.'

Taylor switched on the bedside light to reveal his younger brother standing naked, half way across the room, obviously just come from his own bed. The teenager didn't need his empathic powers to see that youngster was upset. 'What's the matter Zac?' he asked, gently.

'I had a dream about what happened yesterday, but in the dream you didn't get better. I needed to be near you and know that you are really alright.'

'I'm fine Zac. There's nothing wrong with me that a bit of rest won't cure. Come here.' Taylor moved to the far edge of the bed to make room for his brother and lifted the blankets. Zac gave an uncharacteristically shy smile and climbed in. The two of them held each other close.

'I love you, Tay. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.'

'I love you as well.' Taylor kissed the boy's forehead.

As they lay together, naked, skin pressing against skin, Taylor realised just how true his words were. They might argue and fight constantly, but beneath that was a special bond, a closeness that meant more than just being brothers. He gave a little laugh, causing Zac to look puzzled.

'I'm sorry Zac. It's just that you've got a boner and it's sticking in my leg.'

'So it is,' Zac grinned. 'It must be lying next to my hot big brother that's done that to me.' His hand, which had been resting on Taylor's chest, suddenly darted down and took hold of the teenager's limp penis. 'I want to do things with you Tay,' he said, softly.

'You want me to suck you?'

'I want you to fuck me.'

The simple statement took Taylor by surprise, and he stared into his brother's eyes. 'I don't know Zac.... You're only twelve years old. It'd probably hurt a lot, and I really wouldn't want to hurt you.'

'Did it hurt the first time William fucked you?'

'Yeah, it hurt like hell to start with.'

'So why did you do it?'

'Because I love William. Because I wanted to feel him inside me. Because I wanted to give him pleasure. All sorts of reasons. And after the pain had gone it felt incredibly good, it was all worth it.'

'How would you have felt if William had refused to fuck you?'

'Disappointed I suppose, maybe a little hurt.' Taylor suddenly realised that he was being manipulated and he had just defeated all his own arguments for not giving Zac what he wanted. 'You sly little.....'

'Don't say it! If you use bad language in front of me I'll tell dad when we go home. Now hang on a second.' Zac jumped up and raced out of the room, returning moments later with a jar of lube his 3 1/2 inch erection bobbing wildly as he hurried back to the bed.

'Zac, I still don't think this is a good idea.' Taylor gave a last attempt, even though he knew he had already been beaten.

Zac grinned, ignoring his brother as he took hold of the bed clothes and whipped them away, leaving Taylor's smooth body in full view. The twelve year old licked his lips, his eyes fixed on the older boy's groin. Leaping onto the bed he lowered his head and quickly had a mouthful of soft boycock. But not soft for long! Taylor squirmed as Zac's agile tongue flicked across the sensitive tip of his dick and pressed down into his slit. It took only seconds before the teenager's cock had reached it's full, throbbing hardness.

'Turn around Zac,' Taylor gasped. 'I want to suck you at the same time.'

Never once losing contact with the erect member between his lips, Zac manoeuvred his away around until his own stiff spike was directly over Taylor's face. Taylor's tongue came out to lick the sticky tip, causing the youngster to wriggle his hips and thrust downwards for more.

For a several minutes they sucked on each other, the silence in the room broken only by the odd muffled groan or sigh.

Taylor let Zac's dick head slide out of his mouth. 'I'm getting close Zac, you'd better stop.'

The younger boy gave one last lick, for good measure, and pulled away. 'Let's go for the main event,' he giggled excitedly. Retrieving the jar from the floor at the side of the bed, he opened it and applied a generous amount of the contents to Taylor's shaft, massaging it up and down the full length.

Taylor watched in anticipation. Now that his objections had been overcome, he found the thought of fucking his little brother incredibly exciting. Zac had such a cute, tight little rear, and as he imagined his own hardness plunging down inside it, it was all he could do not to cum there and then.

Zac had now turned his attention to his own hole. As he squatted on the bed, his arse pointing towards Taylor's face, he pushed a lubricated finger inside himself as far as it would go. Several times he slowly withdrew it before plunging it back inside again.

The close up view of the boy finger fucking himself only inches from his face was almost more than Taylor could stand. He desperately wanted to rub on his own leaking erection, but he knew that if he so much as touched it he would lose control.

'Tay, use your fingers on me,' the twelve year old begged, as he withdrew his own finger and braced himself for the pleasures to come.

Taylor didn't need to be asked twice, he quickly greased up his index finger and in a long, steady movement he pushed it inside his brother, right up to the last knuckle.

A squeal of pleasure came from Zac, as Taylor rapidly jerked in and out of the hot, tight hole. Then, without giving the youngster any warning, the older boy added a second finger to the first.

'Aaaagh..... that hurts. Keep going Tay, please. I want it so much.'

After a few seconds of this, Taylor could restrain himself no longer. He pulled his fingers out and climbed to his knees, positioning the head of his throbbing, jerking pole against Zac's tender opening. Slowly he began to push forwards, oblivious of Zac's gasps, aware only of his own needs, of the intense pressure building up in his groin, demanding release.

'Fuck me Taylor, fuck me.' As Zac's hole finally surrendered and gave entrance to Taylor's teenage meat, the young boy gave a scream of pain and pleasure. 'Yessssssss....'

Harder and faster Taylor thrust into the tight, velvety passage, his whole being focused onto the sensations being received from the six inches of hard muscle between his legs. Everything else had ceased to exist, all other thoughts and feelings disappeared as he gave himself up to the wave upon wave of pleasure that was sweeping through his body. The pressure from his balls was reaching an unbearable level and still it continued to mount. His breath came in gasps and his long hair was plastered to his face and neck as rivulets of sweat ran down his face and across heaving chest.

Zac was almost sobbing with ecstasy. Nothing in his life had prepared him for the feeling of a hard cock plunging into his body, and the fact that the this cock belonged to Taylor, the person he loved most in all the world made the experience a hundred times more intense. He balanced himself on one arm and used his free hand to jerk on his own dripping, slippery dick.

As Taylor reached the peaks of pleasure he threw back his head, his mouth dropping open. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out. His cock began to pulse, as bolt upon bolt of hot boy cum exploded from it's tip into his brothers hungry body.

'Taylor, I'm going to shoot. Oh god, Tay.....' The most intense orgasm that Zac had experienced took hold of his young body and sent it into spasms of uncontrolled pleasure. His sticky milk flew from between his pumping fingers to leave glistening streamers across his chest.

It was several long minutes before either boy could summon up enough energy to even speak. Eventually, Zac raised his head, brushed the sweat from his eyes and grinned. 'That was cool. I don't suppose your up to another round?'

With a groan, Taylor reached out for a pillow and took a wild swing at Zac's head.

'If you didn't feel up to it you only had to say,' Zac muttered, before giving an even bigger grin and walking to the door. 'If you can't manage it I'm sure I'll be able to find someone else to oblige.'

Taylor gave another, louder groan and buried his head in the sheets.

'Wils, this place is great.'

William affectionately put his arm around Harry's shoulders. 'Yes. It's pretty neat.'

Because of the difference in time zones between the US and the UK, the two princes had not missed a nights sleep, unlike Taylor and the others, and so didn't feel like going to bed when they had all returned to the base several hours ago. Instead they had spent the time talking, watching videos and playing computer games. Now William was giving his brother a tour of the base.

'Through here is the swimming pool.'

'Wow, you mean you've even got a pool.' Harry pushed forward though the door, eager to see inside.

As William followed him through, the older prince groaned inwardly. He had forgotten that most of the boys who used the pool swam naked. It was now mid morning, and around a dozen boys, ranging in age from about ten to eighteen were swimming, diving, shouting and just generally having a good time. Not one of them had a stitch on.

'Come on Harry, there's lots more to see.'

'Can't we stay here for a while and watch.'

'Well, I suppose we can. If you really want.' For reasons he couldn't explain, William felt embarrassed being in a room full of naked boys when his brother was around. He decided that it probably had something to do with his previous day's confession to Harry that he was gay.

'Wils, can we go swimming?'

'Erm... I don't think so.'

'Oh, please. It's ages since I went swimming.' Harry had a pleading look on his face that William never could resist.

'Look, you can if you want, I'll just stand and watch.'

'Thanks Wils.' Harry was already pulling off his clothes and tossing them in a heap against the wall. As soon as he removed the last item he took a flying leap and dived into the pool.

As William watched his brother splash around he tried to remember the last time he had seen Harry look so happy and carefree. Certainly not for the past few months. The older prince let his mind drift into one of his favourite daydreams, where he and Harry were not anyone special, just ordinary boys living ordinary lives. People had often told him how lucky he was, being born into royalty. But they only saw the glamorous side, the wealth, the splendour of royal occasions. They didn't see two lonely boys denied a proper childhood. Sadly shaking his head, William forced himself back to reality. His couldn't do anything to change who he was, so he would face up to it and perform his future duties to the best of his ability.

Eventually Harry decided he had had enough and pulled himself up onto the edge of the pool. William had already acquired a towel for him from a shelf by the door and draped it around the boy's shoulders. Harry began to vigorously towel himself off.

'Can I ask you something Wils?'

'You know you can ask me anything you like.'

Harry smiled. 'You know what you told me about you being gay?'

William nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable and wondering what Harry was going to ask.

'I was just wondering, with all these boys going around with nothing on, does seeing them like that, well.... you know.... get you excited?'

Caught completely off guard by the question, William turned bright scarlet. Harry pretended not to notice and made a show of drying his back with the towel, wriggling his hips in the process and causing certain parts of his anatomy to flap madly from side to side.

'Hurry up and get dried, the others are probably up and around by now and I want to check on Taylor.' The fifteen year old fixed his gaze firmly on his brothers face, determined not look at the youngster's flopping genitalia.

'You didn't answer my question,' Harry said, shifting the towel up to dry his hair. Then he grinned.' Though going by the bulge you've got down there, I think that answers it for me.' He turned away and began pulling on his clothes, leaving William glowing even redder than before.

As he regained consciousness, the first thing Adam became aware of was that something was in his mouth, forcing him to breath through his nose. He felt sick and light headed, even lying down, and there was an urgent pressure in his bladder.

'Dr. Weston, the subject is awake.'

'Thank you Hawkins,' a woman's voice responded. 'We've time for another Brain Pulse Response Test before lunch, I'd like to be able to compare results with the first test before my meeting with McCray this afternoon.'

'Don't you think we should give him longer to recover before we go again?'

'I don't think that will be necessary, he's young and healthy. Let's keep things moving as fast as we can, we'll have to slow down eventually when he begins to deteriorate. I'll leave you to get on in here, I'll be next door with our other subject.'

Adam tried to cry out, to plead with them to leave him alone, not to hurt him again, but the object in his mouth prevented him making anything more than a grunt. Again he felt that now familiar itch within his mind. He fought hopelessly against his bonds as the feelings in his head became more and more unbearable, reaching a crescendo of agony. As before, he saw the intense blackness opening up before him. This time he reached out for it, embraced it, knowing that it brought blessed relief from the unbearable lances of pain searing through his tortured brain. Again he plunged into the inky depths of unconsciousness.

Mark was not having a good morning. He'd just taken a call from a friend at corps HQ, who had informed him that plans were underway to push a motion through the corps council cutting back on the 'rescued boy' program. This was where the corps took in homeless boys from the street and gave them food, shelter and a 'family' at one of the corps bases. He was about to make a few calls of his own to drum up some opposition to any cutbacks when his day suddenly took a turn for the worse. His office door opened and Brian Jackson walked in.

Brian's outward appearance was that of classic male beauty; tall, dark and handsome, but at the sight of him Mark groaned inwardly. Try as he might, there was no way he could be anything more than coldly polite with this visitor. 'Hello Brian, what brings

you here?'

'Well it's not a social visit, that's for sure.' The twenty-five year old corps council member was being his usual unpleasant self. He did not like Mark and made no effort to disguise this fact. The enmity between them began two years earlier, when Mark was appointed to a seat on the corps council at the unprecedented age of seventeen. Brian had opposed his nomination, the only council member to do so, on the grounds of age and inexperience. The fact that Mark's appointment had been immediately followed by him being made a base leader did not go down at all well with Brian, who had himself already been waiting several years for such a post.

Since that time, Brian had taken every opportunity to oppose Mark on the council. It had been Brian who had successfully argued against Mark's decision not to allow Dayle to go to work for the FBI. Mark had never forgiven him for this, blaming him, indirectly, for Dayle's death.

'Perhaps you'd like to tell me what you ARE here for.' Mark allowed just a trace of impatience to show in his voice.

'It appears that most of the senior corps members seem to be under the impression that you have a talent for training new members, so I've brought one for you.'

Mark's mood brightened immediately. Working with new members and helping them achieve their full potential was something in which he took immense pleasure. It was a task that he had thrown himself into 100% since Dayle's death. The council knew this, which was why they sent so many new members to him. 'I assume you've brought him with you.'

'He's waiting outside.' Brian opened the door. 'Chris, in here now.'

The boy that entered was about 5 feet tall with a slim build and brown hair and eyes. He looked a little nervous, but his eyes had a sparkle in them that hinted at mischief and he had a smile that could melt anything but the coldest heart. Brian introduced him as Chris, aged 13 from Canada. He abilities were telepathy and telekinesis and preliminary tests had indicated that he would be moderately strong in both.

'Pleased to meet you Chris.' Mark stood and shook hands with the youngster. 'I'll be helping you with your powers.'

'Hey, that's great. Can we start today? I dying to try some of those fantastic things that you guys can do.'

Mark smiled at the boy's youthful enthusiasm and was about to reply when Paul rushed into the room.

'Mark, have you....' He broke off when he saw that Mark wasn't alone. 'Sorry, I didn't realise that you were busy.' He spoke to Mark, but his eyes were glued to Chris, who returned his gaze with a friendly smile.

The mood was broken by an angry outburst from Brian. 'Don't you know how to knock? Say what you came and get out! We're busy here in case you hadn't noticed.'

Paul looked stunned. He was totally unused to being spoken to in that manner.

'Paul, would you wait outside for just one moment please. 'Mark's voice was calm. 'You too Chris.'

The fourteen year old still looked shaken as he gently took the younger boy by the arm and led him from the office.

Mark waited until the door was closed, then he turned to face Brian. His eyes shot sparks and when he spoke his voice was like ice. 'I know you don't like me, and I really don't care because I feel the same way about you.' He raised his voice slightly to emphasise his words. 'I am base leader here, you are just a visitor. Let me make it crystal clear for you so that even you can understand it. You do not come into my base and use that tone of voice to my friends. Do you understand me?'

'Mark, you're a fool. If you treat them like friends you can't expect to maintain discipline and have them respect you. Still, how can a former "rescued boy" be expected to know any different.'

Mark gave a grim smile at the reference to his past and the fact that he'd originally been taken in by the corps as a homeless street boy. 'That's the difference between you and me, Brian. I don't need to throw my weight around to gain respect. They are my friends and I treat them as equals. In fact, in terms of power, some of them are far more powerful than I am. Ok, if there's a problem then it's me that calls the shots, but at the end of the day we're a team, we look out for one another. Those boys out there would risk there lives for each other or for me, and I would do the same for them. Who would you risk your life for Brian?' The question was met with stony silence. 'What a lonely existence you must have. You've done what you came to do, so I suggest that you leave.'

Without a word and with a face like thunder, Brian strode briskly from the room.

Taylor had showered and had just started getting dressed as William and Harry returned.

'How're you feeling this morning?' the older prince asked, smiling at the beautiful sight of Taylor in just a pair of skimpy briefs.

'Just a little tired, otherwise I think I'm back to normal. What have you been up to?'

'I've been giving Harry the grand tour.' William turned to his brother. 'Why don't you go and see what Zac is doing. There are some things I want to talk to Taylor about.'

'It's ok,' Harry replied. 'You can kiss him in front of me you know, I promise I won't be embarrassed.' Then, seeing the look on William's face he quickly continued. 'Alright, I'm going.'

As Harry left the room Taylor walked over and put his arms around William's waist. 'I haven't thanked you properly for yesterday.'

'You don't need to thank me, but if you have something in mind don't let me stop you.'

'You mean something like this?' As Taylor leaned forwards and touched his lips to William's, a tingle like static electricity passed between them. It was always the same when they touched. They were like two magnets, attracted together emotionally, physically and on some deeper level below understanding.

William slid his hands down the smooth, bare flesh of the boy's back and under the elastic waistband of his briefs, squeezing the firm cheeks beneath his fingers. 'I WANT YOU'. His voice was a whisper in Taylor's mind.

'YOU CAN HAVE ME. YOU CAN HAVE ALL OF ME,' Taylor's mental voice replied. His own hands pushed up under the prince's shirt, wandered up his back and then around the front to caress William's well formed chest.

For a long time they held each other, their lips locked together, revelling in the closeness of their bodies. Eventually it was Taylor that broke the kiss. Stepping back slightly he lifted William's shirt, the prince raising his arms to allow it to be pulled over his head. Again their lips met, their arms around each other and their bare chests pressed together.

As they kissed, Taylor opened his mind to his empathic ability. A tremor passed through his entire body and his knees went weak as the full force of William's love for him hit him like a tidal wave and almost overwhelmed him. He fought against the barrage of emotion but it was just too strong and he had no choice but to surrender himself to the feelings, going with the flow instead of fighting against it. He was on a level of pleasure he had never before been able to experience as he allowed the power of his own love to combine with that which he was receiving and projected it back across the mental link he shared with the young prince.

With a gasp, William broke the kiss. 'What was that?' he asked, his eyes wide.

'That is love.' Taylor's voice trembled as he spoke. 'It's how we feel about each other.'

'You really love me as much as that?'

'As much as that and more besides. There's something between us that I don't understand William. It's as though we're meant to be together.

'I don't really understand it either, but you could be right.' The prince's serious expression suddenly turned into a mischievous grin. 'I've had an idea. Are you game to try something?'

'Sure, what have you got in mind?'

'Well if we can get that sort of buzz while we're just kissing, imagine what it would be like if we took things a little further.'

'It could get a little intense, but if you think you can cope with it.' Taylor was now returning the grin. 'Let's go for it.' He was already working at William's belt.

As the prince's short's were removed his 7 inch cock sprang out, pointing straight out from his body but not quite at full hardness. This situation was quickly remedied as Taylor lightly traced his fingers along it's length before taking the trembling rod in his fist and squeezing firmly. William gave a groan. 'I already feel like I'm in heaven and we haven't even started yet.'

Taylor's erection was peeking out of the top of his briefs, begging for attention. William obliged by sliding his hand down along the rigid shaft, then further down until the boy's cum filled balls were nestling in his palm. 'Let's get on the bed,' the prince suggested.

Quickly stripping off what remained of their clothing, the two teenagers lay down together, naked, their bodies pressed together, craving contact. As they kissed, they rolled together on the bed, first one of top, then the other, their legs intertwined, their blood engorged boyhoods fighting a fierce duel between them.

Tentatively at first, Taylor opened himself up to the torrent of feeling he knew was waiting in William's aroused mind. Joining this with his own emotions he fed it back, creating a mental loop, each boy feeling the excitement and the needs of the other.

Reversing his position, William manoeuvred around until Taylor's hard meat was staring him in the face. Gripping it around the base he ran his tongue across the swollen head, hearing a groan from the fifteen year old beneath him and at the same time feeling a jolt of pleasure relayed into his own mind. He followed up on this by opening his mouth had taking the sensitive organ inside, wrapping his lips tightly around the shaft. The sensations were unbelievable, it was almost as if he were sucking his own throbbing cock.

Taylor decided it was time he became a more active participant. Taking hold of William's seven incher he used his teeth to gently nibble on the boy's foreskin, before pulling it back to reveal the purple coloured treasure beneath. As he took this into his mouth he reached around probed at the prince's tight hole with his index finger.

Both boy's were panting heavily. The pleasure came in wave after incredible wave as each of them sucked and slurped on a hard cock. Both of them suddenly tensed as William's ring gave way and Taylor's finger slipped inside. The young singer kept up the pressure and slowly his finger disappeared into the prince's body. As the probing digit touched William's prostate the prince's body trembled and Taylor let out a muffled exclamation. Their movements became more frenzied as they gave in to uncontrolled passion. Their heads and hips moving almost in unison as they brought each other rapidly towards the most intense orgasm either of them had ever encountered. Taylor's finger was plunging in and out of William's welcoming hole as he almost withdrew it completely and then rammed it back inside right up the third knuckle.

The sensations were so intense it was no longer possible to tell whether it was pleasure or pain they were feeling. Still it continued to build. They were lost in a world where only the two of them existed. No longer were they separate people, they were both one and the same, as together they reached the brink and tipped over the edge drowning in ecstasy.

Taylor was almost drowning for real as his mouth filled with thick, white cum faster than he could possibly swallow. It ran out from between his lips and down across his cheek as he fought to keep from choking. At the same time he was firing his own love juice into the prince's mouth, his cock continuing to jerk even when he had nothing else to give.

For long minutes neither of them moved as they slowly fought their way back to reality. Eventually Taylor raised his head and looked across at William. 'How was it for you?' He began to giggle. William joined in and soon the pair of them were laughing hysterically.

There was complete silence and stillness in the room. Adam was alone. With his telepathic abilities blocked he felt more isolated and cut off than ever before in his young life. Fear and despair threatened to overwhelm him and he would have cried out if not for the gag that was still filling his mouth. He felt a cold wetness around his groin and the faint scent in the air told him that he had lost control of his bladder during his ordeal. He had pissed himself. A small sound like a muted sob escaped the gag, they had left him like an animal in a pool of his own urine.

The sound of the door opening caught his attention like a bolt of electricity. They were back. Soon the pain would begin again. He struggled and fought to free himself. He had promised himself he wouldn't cry, wouldn't give them the satisfaction, but he was unable to prevent the tears of hopelessness and self pity that were running down his cheeks.

Footsteps moved slowly towards him across the floor. He tensed his muscles, waiting for the itch to start in his head. Could he feel it already, or was it his imagination. The footsteps stopped and a figure stood at the end of the bed gazing down at the terrified teenager. Adam gasped, or rather he would have done if it were not for the gag. Standing over him was a boy of around his own age, tall and slim with very dark hair which contrasted starkly with his pale complexion. The set of his lips betrayed the intense anger he was feeling at the sight before him, but his eyes were dark pools of sorrow.

His fingers moving deftly, the mysterious stranger removed the gag from Adam's mouth and then set to work on the boy's bonds. Adam lay in silence until he was completely untied, then he swung himself around a tried to stand. Unfortunately his legs had other ideas and he would have crumpled to the floor if his rescuer hadn't caught him

'Wait a few seconds for your circulation to get going.' The boy's smile was like the sun coming out from behind a cloud and Adam's heart melted at the sight.

'Thanks. Who are you?'

The boy ignored the question. 'As soon as you're able to walk we need to get you out of here.'

Feeling a little stronger, Adam tried his legs again and was relieved to find that though they wobbled a little, they did stay beneath him. As he felt the boy's eyes on his body he once again became all to aware of the soiled briefs he was wearing. Self consciously he allowed his hands to cover his crotch.

The stranger smiled sympathetically. 'Don't worry about it. After what you've been through dirty underwear is a very small problem. Come on, let's move before someone comes.'

As they left the room, Adam was immediately aware of his powers returning. He had to fight the impulse to teleport himself away to somewhere safe and familiar; there was something he had to do first. 'What about Dayle?'

His rescuer looked confused. 'What do you mean?'

'The boy in the room next door, we have to free him as well.'

'Oh, I see. I'm sorry Adam. The boy is beyond our help. You must think about yourself now. Use your teleport power. Get yourself away from here.'

'I can't leave him. There must be something I can do for him. And how do you know my name and that I can teleport?'

'You're not the only telepath in the world, Adam. Now, go before it's too late.'

As the boy finished speaking a bell sounded at the end of the corridor and the lift doors began to open.

William was nervous as he knocked on the door to Mark's office. He had been told several times by the base leader not to bother knocking, but William had been brought up surrounded by custom and formality, and to walk straight into someone's office uninvited was not something he would become comfortable with overnight. A distracted "Come in" sounded from the other side of the door.

As the prince entered, Mark looked up from the papers he was reading. He smiled. 'You knocked again William.'

'Sorry, force of habit. Can I talk you Mark.'

'This sounds like it's going to be serious. Oh well, it's been a day for it so far. Tell me the worst.'

'You're right. It's not very good,' William confessed. 'It's about my visit home.'

'Go on.'

William licked his lips nervously. 'It wasn't my family behind the request that I go home. It was Sir Geoffrey Jenkins.'

'Just as I was thinking today couldn't possibly get any worse.' Concern showed on Mark's face. This man was always bad news. 'What did he want?'

'He wanted me to spy on the corps.'

Mark relaxed a little. He trusted William completely and knew that the prince would not be a party to something like that. 'I don't need to ask your answer to that one,' he smiled.

Giving a weak smile in return, William continued. 'That's not all. He had a tape. It was a recording of me talking to Harry the night before. I told Harry that I was...' He paused as a startled look crossed Mark's face. Turning quickly around he found Adam standing behind him. With the tear marks on his face and his urine stained briefs, the handsome teen looked more than a little the worse for wear.

Mark was around the desk in an instant, his hand resting lightly on the Asian youth's perspiration covered chest, using his healing ability to check for injuries. Relieved that he found nothing seriously wrong, he guided him to a chair and gently pushed a lock of hair away from the boy's eyes. 'Adam, what's happened? Who did this to you?'

Fighting to keep his voice steady, and not to burst into tears of relief that he was safe, Adam said one word. 'McCray.'

'I knew it! I knew he was up to something. This time he's gone too far. William, go find Paul, tell him I want him here now.'

Before William had chance to move, the door opened and Paul came in. His jaw fell open at the sight in front of him.'

'Paul, take me to McCray's office.' Mark's tone of voice said he didn't want any argument.

'No!' Adam's voice cracked like a whip. 'There's things you should know before to going face him.' Giving as much detail as he could, the sixteen year old described the ordeal he had suffered over the past few hours, beginning with McCray's deception and finishing with his release by the mysterious telepath and how he had been forced to flee to avoid recapture.

'What happened to this other boy?' asked Mark.

'I don't know. He said he could take care of himself. He told me to get away. The guards were coming towards us from the lift, so I had no choice.'

'I think that after we've dealt with McCray a visit to this Dr. Weston would be in order. Let's see how she likes being wired up to one of her own machines.' Mark grimaced, his face a mask of stone.

'There's one more thing you should know.' Adam hesitated, unsure how to break this news to Mark. 'I wasn't the first person they did this to. There was another boy before me, he's still there in the room next to the one I was in.' He paused again. 'Mark..., I think it's Dayle.'

Mark closed his eyes and drew in a long trembling breath. 'Oh, dear god, no.' He walked around his desk and sat down heavily, his head in his hands. The others just watched him, not knowing what to say. Eventually Mark raised his head and looked at each of the others in turn. When he spoke his voice was soft, but dripped acid. 'McCray is a dead man!'

Taylor couldn't help but be amused at the new star struck addition to their 'family'. Chris' eyes never left him for an instant and he sat with his mouth hanging open in the 'I can't believe I'm in the same room as Taylor Hanson' expression that the young star knew so well, having seen it on the faces of countless teenage girls. 'Are you ok Chris?'

'Yeah, fine, really good, thanks for asking.'

'Chris,' Taylor tried not to laugh. 'Relax a bit will you. You're making me feel like I'm on stage. I'm only human, just the same as you.'

'Yeah, ok, sorry.' The boy's expression didn't change.

Luckily at that moment Nathan came in, providing a welcome distraction from the adoring gaze. The eleven year old was clutching a piece of gauze wound tightly around one of his fingers. 'Taylor, I've had a bit of an accident.' He unwrapped his finger to reveal a deep gash that was bleeding freely.

'Look out, you're dripping on the carpet,' Taylor smiled, as he gently took hold of the boy's hand and concentrated on his healing abilities. 'That's better.' He used the gauze to wipe away the blood that still remained. Underneath, the skin was smooth and unbroken.

'Wow, that's amazing.' Chris' eyes had gone even wider than before, if that were possible.

Nathan looked around, seeing Chris for the first time. He smiled shyly as Taylor made the introductions. Chris put out his hand and touched Nathan's arm. 'Hi...', before he could say anything else Nathan had jerked away his eyes going wide. Taylor was about to question the reaction but decided to wait until later.

'Can you... you know... do that trick on bruises as well cuts?' asked Chris, ignoring Nathan and touching himself lightly on his chest.

'I think so,' Taylor replied. 'Why are you asking?'

'Well a couple of days ago, while I was skating, I had an argument with a brick wall.'

'And I suppose the wall came out of it better than you did.' Taylor grinned. He'd had similar encounters of his own. 'Let me see the damage.'

Self consciously Chris removed his shirt. He threw it aside and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

'I can't see much with your arms like that, put them down,' ordered Taylor. 'That's better. Ooh, I bet it hurt a bit when you did that.'

One side of the boy's chest was a deep purple colour. He flinched as Taylor gently put his hand on it.

'Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, but I have to touch you if I'm going to make it better.'

Chris gave a small groan and the purple disappeared to be replaced by a healthy tanned colour.

The healing was complete, but Taylor left his hand where it was. 'Nice body,' he observed, allowing his fingers to brush across the boys pecs.

'Erm, yeah. Thanks.' Chris replied, blushing. 'You're not so bad yourself. Not that I've ever seen you without your shirt.'

A voice came from the doorway. 'Hang around here and you'll see a lot more of him than just his chest.'

'Have met my little brother Zac?' Taylor asked Chris. 'If not, you've got a few seconds to get to know him before my hands find his throat.'

'It wasn't my throat you had your hands around earlier,' Zac grinned. 'You had your fingers in...'

'Thank you Zac,' Taylor interrupted, quickly. 'Where have you been anyway?'

'Just hangin' around with Josh and Harry. Who's your cute friend?'

'This is Chris.' Taylor made another round of introductions.

Harry, who was standing next to Zac, impatiently elbowed the younger boy in the ribs. 'Ask him,' he muttered.

Zac shot a glance at the young prince and then turned back to Taylor. 'We want your help with something.'

'And what might that be?'

'It's William. He's playing hard to get. We want you to help us get him and Harry together.'

Taylor groaned. 'Oh, Zac. What mad scheme do you have in mind now?'

The corridor was dimly lit and deathly quiet as four figures appeared out of nowhere. One of them glanced up at the security camera and the silence was broken by a sizzling sound as black smoke rose from the device and coiled up towards the low ceiling.

'Thanks William. They probably saw us arrive, but at least it keeps them from watching what we are doing.' Mark looked down the long corridor at the rows of doors. 'Can you remember which one you were in, Adam?'

'I don't think it's something I'll ever forget.' The young Asian looked both exhausted and extremely nervous, but had insisted on coming along, threatening to teleport himself if Paul didn't take him. In the end Mark had reluctantly agreed, even lending him some clothes to wear. 'It's down there on the left.' He led the way to one of the doors. 'This was the one.'

'Right. So Dayle must be to in one of these others.' Mark's heart was thumping in his chest. When Dayle had been taken from him a year ago he had been completely devastated. Even now, there were times when he wanted to cry. Finding out that the boy he loved so much was not dead after all, but had been subjected to a year of the worst torture imaginable had brought back all the intense emotions he had experienced over the past twelve months. Saying a silent prayer that everything would work out and that he would get Dayle back, he turned the handle and opened the door.

Inside, the room was dark and it took several seconds of fumbling to find a light switch. The florescent lighting flickered into life to reveal... nothing! The room was completely empty. Mark took a moment to settle his nerves before he spoke. 'Let's try the one on the other side.'

They moved down the corridor, passing the door to the room that Adam had occupied, and on to the next. This time the door would not open. 'William, can you bust the lock?'

'Just watch me.' The prince stared intently at the door handle for a few seconds. There was a sharp cracking sound and the door swung ajar. 'Don't touch the handle it may be a little warm.'

Mark used his foot to kick the door fully open. As it swung wider, the first thing they were all aware of was a pervasive low frequency humming sound that seemed to reach all the way to their bones.

'That's what blocks our powers,' Adam explained, looking even more frightened.

The room was dimly lit, but clearly visible across the other side was a raised bed. On the bed was the silhouette of a figure completely covered with a white sheet. They were too late!

With mounting trepidation, Mark crossed the floor towards the bed. His hand, already outstretched to grasp the sheet, was visibly trembling. Paul followed a step behind, the others waiting outside in case of trouble.

Grasping the sheet by one corner, the nineteen year old healer slowly drew it back, knowing that he had to see what lay beneath, but at the same time not wanting to see. As the face appeared, he dropped the sheet as if burnt and turned quickly away, his own face had gone deathly pale.

Paul gave a gasp of relief. 'It's not him. It's not Dayle!'

Mark's expression was turning darker by the moment. 'No, that's not Dayle. But we're going to confront that monster upstairs and find out what really happened to Dayle, even if I have to drag the information out of him.'

McCray was on the telephone and he wasn't a happy man. Dr Weston had disappeared. Immediately after the Adam's escape she had informed one of her assistants that it was getting too dangerous, had collected her notes and quickly left the building. 'I want the bitch found. The first sign of a problem and she runs like a scared rabbit. Those corps brats are not a danger to anybody, they wouldn't dare move openly against the FBI. Find her and bring her back, I don't care whether she wants to come or not.' While talking he had spun around on his swivel chair to look out of the window. As he finished his call he turned back to the desk to replace the handset. He was no longer alone in the room. 'You!'

'Hello McCray. I really wouldn't underestimate the "corps brats" if I were you.. Though at the moment they're not the ones that you need to worry about.' The speaker was a boy of about sixteen, tall, with long, dark hair and with a pale complexion. He was dressed completely in black.

'What do you want from me?'

'What do I want from you?' The intruder gave a dry, mirthless chuckle. Then his expression turned deadly serious. You owe me more than you can imagine McCray. You owe me for the life you stole from me. You owe me for the misery you caused my friends. But most of all you owe me for the three months of excruciating agony I suffered while you tried to steal my powers. And guess what? Today is pay back time.'

The FBI man flinched as if slapped.

'You're mental barrier trick won't save you from me McCray. Remember that it was my mind that you pulled it from in the first place. I know how it works and how to get around it. Like this.'

McCray gasped and his hands went to his head.

'Hurts does it McCray? Imagine that pain multiplied a hundred fold. Imagine having to suffer it day after day for three months. That's what you put me through. But things didn't go according to plan did they? You didn't count on someone coming to my rescue. Oh, by the way, in case you're wondering, I was the one that released Adam earlier. I wasn't in time to save the other poor kid, but you're going to pay for his murder. The price is high, Mr. FBI man. Can you afford to pay it?'

Making a rush for his desk, McCray reached for the telephone, but before his fingers found it he was bodily picked up and thrown forcefully against the wall. He slid to the floor, all the wind knocked out of him.

His visitor sighed. 'Times up McCray.'

'No, please, wait. You want money? I can get you money. There must be something you want. I'll get it for you.'

A look of concentration passed across the young features. The man on the floor jerked spasmodically for several seconds and lay still, a vacant expression in his eyes and a trail of saliva running down from the corner of his mouth.

'What's going on?'

The teenager turned, surprised, to find four others had appeared in the room. A look of horror appeared on his face.

'Dayle?' Mark's voice contained surprise and disbelief. 'Dayle!' The surprise had gone to be replaced by unrestrained joy. He moved towards the boy, but Dayle backed quickly away, his hands raised as if to push his former friend away. Mark paused, looking puzzled and hurt. 'What's the matter Dayle? It's me, Mark. Please let me touch you, hold you. I've missed you so much.'

The dark haired youth shook his head slowly and silent tears ran from his eyes down across his pale cheeks. His lips moved as he very softly breathed the words 'I'm sorry. I'll always love you.' He smiled sadly through his tears, and vanished.

'Are meal times always as noisy as this?' Taylor asked Nathan, almost shouting to make himself heard.

'Usually. Though breakfast is a little quieter.' Nathan replied, frowning.

It had been Taylor's suggestion that they all eat together in the main dining room rather than having dinner in their own room. He thought the lively atmosphere may help to cheer up William. The prince had returned to the base quiet and subdued. Taylor and the others had listened to his story in disbelief as he told of their visit to the FBI, how McCray had ended up in some sort of catatonic state, practically a vegetable, and how Mark had been reunited with his lover after thinking he had died a year ago, only to immediately lose him again.

The idea seemed to be working, because William was chatting quite happily to the new boy, Chris. It was now Nathan that was the problem, the eleven year old had been in a mood for most of the afternoon. Taylor had asked him what was the matter, but the youngster had insisted that everything was alright. Though Taylor was certain that it had something to do with Chris because of the way Nathan kept glaring at the newcomer. "Nathan, I know something's bothering you. If you tell me what it is I might be able to help. It's something to do with Chris isn't it? Has he said something to you?'

'No, he hasn't said anything.'

'Well what is it then?' asked Taylor exasperated. 'I'm going to get it out of you eventually so you might as well tell me now..'

Nathan's eyes were like daggers as he stared down the table at the thirteen year old. 'I don't know what it is. There's something about him that feels wrong. Don't trust him Taylor. Promise me you won't trust him.'

Taylor looked unhappy. 'I can't promise that. You haven't got to know him yet so how can you tell that he can't be trusted. You have to give him a chance.'

The youngster looked down at his plate. 'You asked me what was wrong and I told you,' he mumbled.

For the rest of the meal Taylor tried everything he could to lighten the boy's mood but nothing worked. Nathan remained stubbornly silent.

Their meal completed, Taylor, Nathan and the two princes returned to the apartment. Zac and Josh went off with Chris to the games room to spend some time on the video games which Zac had described as "awesome". Nathan made the excuse that he was tired and disappeared into his room.

'Well, what's everyone want to do?' asked William. 'It's too early for bed yet.'

'Why don't you show me again just how much you love me?'

Glancing across at Harry and seeing the youngster was listening intently, William blushed. 'Perhaps now is not a good time,' he said. Nodding his head towards his brother.

'Now's as good a time as any,' Taylor replied, pulling off his shirt. In double quick time he had stripped down to just his briefs. He stood looking at William, running his hands up and down his smooth chest.

'Taylor, I really don't think this is a good idea.'

'Ok, suit yourself.' Taylor looked at the younger prince. 'What about you Harry? Want to have some fun?'

'You bet.' Harry quickly ripped off his own shirt and began to unfasten his trousers.

'Hey, what do you think you are doing?' William couldn't believe where this was heading, the situation was rapidly getting out of control. 'Taylor, you can't. He's my brother!'

Taylor looked William straight in the eye. 'Did you or did you not receive a blow job from Zac recently?'

The prince reluctantly nodded. 'But it was him that came onto me. They held me down and pulled my clothes off.'

'Oh, really. And I suppose you did your very best to fight them off.' Taylor tried to look stern, but was unable to keep the smile from his face. 'But big, strong Zac and Josh managed to overpower you.'

William looked sheepish. 'Alright, so maybe I didn't struggle as much as I might have done.' He glanced at his brother, 'Harry, don't you dare take those off.'

Completely ignoring the command, Harry pushed down his briefs, his last remaining item of clothing, and stepped out of them. His small semi-erect penis pointed out away from his body as visible evidence of his mounting excitement.

Taylor stepped out of his own briefs. He too was now completely naked and his hard six inch erection pointed towards the young prince. He wrapped his hand around it and jerked on it a couple of times, getting some of the sticky precum onto his fingers. Raising his hand to his mouth he licked off the sweet boy juice and gave Harry a smile. 'Want some?'

With a nod, Harry stepped forwards and dropped to his knees in front of the aroused fifteen year old. His own cock was now at full hardness pointing upwards, almost parallel to his stomach. He reached up for Taylor's hard tool, but the older boy shook his head. 'Let me do it for you.'

Taking hold of his own cock, Taylor moved the leaking tip around the youngster's freckled features, leaving a glistening trail of sticky liquid.

'Ohhh...' A groan from William made Harry look around. The older brother had an anguished expression on his face and a huge bulge in his trousers.

'Why don't you go show your brother how much you love him,' Taylor suggested to Harry.

Harry didn't need telling twice, this was the moment he had been looking forward to for a long time. Even before he had understood his feelings properly, he had had fantasies concerning William, now they were coming true. He gazed up into his brother's eyes for a moment before going to work on William's trousers to release the treasures contained inside.

As his trousers and shorts were lowered and his hard, eager cock sprang free, William gave a sigh. 'Harry, this isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this.' But it was said very softly, almost a whisper and held no conviction. He was completely out of his depth. Part of his mind was telling him that he should not let this happen, but his body desperately wanted it to continue. Watching the head of his swollen organ disappear into Harry's young mouth, feeling the soft yet firm lips tighten around the shaft and experiencing the velvety texture of the boy's tongue as it brushed around his sensitive tip, all indecision vanished. How could something that felt so wonderful possibly be wrong. It was something they both wanted so much. William closed his eyes and gave himself up completely to pleasure.

After several long minutes of slurping and groaning, Harry pulled back. For a second William looked disappointed, then gave a grin, and taking his brother's arm, pulled him across to one of the beds. 'We'll be more comfortable here.' He quickly tore off his remaining clothing and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself alongside the youngster, but in the opposite direction.

Harry took the hint immediately and resumed his oral ministrations, using his hand to pump on the length of shaft that he couldn't get into his mouth. At the same time, William gave his full attention to the smaller but no less delicious equipment of the younger boy, running his tongue down the full length of the steel hard prick, and licking at the tight, hairless balls beneath. Harry's whole body tensed up with the sensation as William opened his mouth further and gently took both balls inside, rolling them around and nipping lightly on the sac with his teeth. Then, letting go of the balls he took the whole of the small, rigid pole inside, sucking hard and pressing firmly as he moved his lips slowly up it's throbbing length.

Across the room, Taylor sat on one of the other beds and slowly stroked his stiff cock as he watched the brothers take pleasure in each other's bodies, content in this case to be merely an observer. Zac's plans were usually destined to go wrong before they even began, but this one had been a complete success.

As if thinking of Zac had been a summons, there were voices in the corridor and Zac, Josh and Chris came into the room. As they entered, Taylor motioned for them to keep quite, not that it would have mattered, William and Harry were seemingly oblivious to everything apart from each other. A wide grin split Zac's face. 'Oh, wow,' he muttered. 'Look at the two of them go at it.' He looked at Josh. 'Come on. Seeing those two has made me horny. It's time you learned how to fuck.'

Josh blinked in surprise. 'You want me to fuck you?' The two of them had only sucked each other off up to know.

'Yeah, Tay broke me in this morning. After having him inside me your little wiener should be no problem.'

'I'll make you regret saying that,' Josh retorted. 'You won't be able to walk straight when I've finished with you.'

'Promises, promises. I just hope you're as good with your dick as you are with your mouth.' The pair of them moved to one of the free beds and began pulling off each others clothes.

Chris was left standing on his own, his mouth open as his eyes wandered between Taylor and the two princes, unable to believe what he was seeing. He took a step forwards and then stopped again, uncertain.

Taking pity on the boy, Taylor walked across to him, his erection like a piece of wood, bobbing in front of him with each movement. Chris was unable to take his eyes off it.

'You can touch it if you want, offered Taylor.

'I... I don't know. I've never done anything like that before.'

'No, but you've thought about it haven't you. So what are you waiting for.'

Very slowly, Chris' hand came forwards. He hesitated for a second then very lightly allowed his fingers to touch the head of Taylor's hard shaft. Taylor closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Encouraged by the older boy's reaction, Chris became a little more confident and gently stroked along the trembling member. 'I must be dreaming,' he whispered. 'I'm touching Taylor Hanson's cock.'

'No your not dreaming,' Taylor smiled. 'This is as real as it gets. Let's go over here and see what you've got straining to get out of those pants.'

Chris blushed bashfully, but allowed himself to be led to the bed, where Taylor proceeded to undress him. Gradually, Chris' youthful body was revealed. His upper body was tanned and lightly muscled with well defined pecs and a firm stomach. The surprise came as Taylor pulled down the boy's underwear and his prick sprang free. It was fully as long as Taylor's and perhaps a little fatter and his balls were large and low hanging, but in spite of the size of the equipment, there was not a trace of hair to be seen.

'Wow,' Taylor observed. 'That's quite a weapon for a thirteen year old.' He squeezed it firmly between his fingers.

'Oh, that feels sooo good.'

'You think that feels good? What do you think about this.'

Taylor dropped to his knees and flicked his tongue across the purple head, before taking it into the warm cavern of his mouth.

With a groan, Chris' knees gave way and he sat down heavily on the bed.

'Oops, sorry,' grinned Taylor. 'Lucky the bed was there.' He leaned forward and resumed sucking with gusto, pumping on his own hard pole at the same time. Within seconds Chris was groaning and gasping. His hips began to thrust forward into Taylor's mouth.'

'Arghhh.....' Chris let out a shout of ecstasy as his first blow job had the desired effect and successfully brought him to a throbbing climax as a wad hot, thick boy juice hit the back of Taylor's throat.

At almost the same moment Taylor increased the rate of his own pumping as creamy white cum began to spill over his fingers.

On one of the other beds, Harry lay on his back, sweat glistening on his young body, trying to get his breath back from his own orgasm. Sitting astride him, William was beating frantically at his hard seven inches of boymeat. His breathing became heavier and heavier and his hips began to buck in time to his wrist movements. With a cry, his head went back and thick jism flew from the end of his knob in long, powerful spurts. One... two... three... four... a seemingly endless stream of sticky cum splattered over Harry's chest, shoulders and face.

With a final groan, William fell to the side and crawled around to lie next to Harry, using his tongue to clear the mess from his brother's face. Harry giggled. 'I think you must have licked me everywhere.'

'Not quite everywhere,' William replied. 'There are one or two bit's I've saved for later.'

In another room, not far away, the scene could not have been more different. A devastated young man sat in the dim light of a single lamp staring at nothing. He was nineteen years old, but had taken on and successfully managed the responsibilities of someone much older. He had incredible abilities, was leader of a corps base, had calmly led others through dangerous situations and been a pillar of strength for his friends when they needed it. But now though, Mark felt like nothing more than a frightened, lonely little boy. Over and over he replayed in his head the events and emotions he had experienced in the past few hours: the shock of hearing that Dayle was still alive, the horror of hearing how he had been tortured, the fear when he saw the sheet-covered body, the relief of discovering it was not Dayle, the joy of meeting his lover face to face in McCray's office, the unspeakable sense of loss when Dayle had been snatched away from him again. What was happening? Why had Dayle fled? How had he fled when the Dayle he had known a year ago had not possessed any teleport ability? These were questions for which he had no answers. The one thing he did have was an awful, aching emptiness, gnawing away at him from inside.

There was a light, almost tentative knock on the door. Mark ignored it. He didn't want to see or speak to anyone else. The only person in the world that mattered to him at the moment was denied to him.

The knock was repeated, but this time it was followed by the door opening. A figure entered.

'Don't do this to yourself, Mark.' Paul's voice was soft, almost pleading. 'Don't sit here alone, brooding.'

Mark forced himself to smile. It was almost self-mocking, grotesque, in the shadowy light. 'I'm alright.'

'Yeah, I know.' Paul gave a snort of disbelief. 'I was here a year ago, when you first heard Dayle had been killed. I saw the effect the news had on you. I was the one that spent all those long nights sitting with you, holding your hand, while you cried yourself to sleep. Don't try and tell me that you are "alright".'

'Really Paul. Give me a bit of time to myself and I'll be fine.' The light from the lamp reflected in the held back tears in Mark's eyes.

Paul was holding back tears himself. Mark was the closest friend he had, his "big brother", who had been there for him, however small the problem, since he first joined the corps. It felt like a knife going through the fourteen year old's heart to see his friend suffering like this. He walked across and uncertainly placed his hand on Mark's shoulder. 'Please talk to me. Let me help you through it again, like I did last time.'

Mark roughly knocked the hand away. 'You can't help. No one can help.' His voice took on a harsher tone. 'I wish you'd stop interfering. Just go. Leave me alone.'

A hurt look crossed Paul's face. A tear escaped and ran down his cheek. 'You don't mean that.'

Seeing the hurt that he had caused his young friend, the dam that Mark had erected to hold back his emotions burst spectacularly. And the first of these emotions to surface was anger. Anger at McCray, at the corps, at Dayle. His fury out of control, he struck out at the only available target, his voice a bellow of rage. 'You heard me! I don't want you here! GET OUT!'

Paul went white with shock, then bolted from the room, sobbing uncontrollably.

Once again Mark was alone. He reached for the lamp, picked it up and flung it at the wall with all the force he could muster. The room was plunged into darkness. He lowered his head into his hands, horrified as he realised what he had just done to Paul. The boy had only been there because he cared. He would go after him, make things right. Yes, that was what he would do. But just another minute though, to gather his thoughts.

The tears started to flow...

To be continued.... If you are enjoying the story or wish to offer comments, suggestions or constructive criticism please e-mail me at corps_story@hotmail.com, I'd love to hear from you. You can get previews of future parts at the corps web site at http://members.tripod.com/~Gymnopedies why not pay a visit?