Date: Thu, 09 Apr 1998 22:53:37 +0100
From: gymnopedies <corps_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hanson in Danger

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

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

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

Gymnopedies   April 1998 
e-mail: corps_story@hotmail.com


The Corps.3  Hanson in Danger
======================

For events prior to this story read "The Corps.1 New Experiences" and "The
Corps.2 Captured"


'Where is everyone?' asked William. He had just returned from a meeting
with Mark to find everyone except Taylor had disappeared.

'When they found out that we had the morning free, Zac and Josh decided to
go to the pool for a swim. Nathan's in school this morning. What did Mark
want?'

William sighed and looked unhappy. 'I've got to go home for a couple of
days. Apparently something's come up and the family want me to put in an
appearance.'

Now it was Taylor's turn to look unhappy as his expression changed quickly
from a smile to become the mirror image of William's. 'When do you go?'

'This afternoon. I'll be back the day after tomorrow.'

'This afternoon! There's nothing like short notice is there?'

'Could be worse, at least we've the morning together. By the way, I didn't
want to say anything in front of the others at breakfast, but due to the
fact that you spent the whole night in Nathan's room, would it be safe to
assume that you made a young boy very happy?' William gave a mischievous
grin.

'Happier than you can imagine,' Taylor replied, grinning himself. 'I told
him he could come with Zac and me when we leave.'

'You mean like a holiday?'

'To start with. But if it works out, we can make it longer term.'

'Hey, that's great. But what will your parents say?'

'They're cool. I don't think it'll be a problem. And there's more than
enough money coming in from the music to take care of any expenses.'

'I'd love to see my family's faces if I were to do that.' William put his
nose in the air and did his best to imitate his grandmother's voice. 'Oh,
William dear, this is not such a good idea you know. Wouldn't you prefer a
corgi instead, they are much easier to house train.'

Both boys began to laugh. William slapped his friend on the back. 'So you
spent the night talking about adoption and here's me thinking you were
introducing him to the pleasures of the flesh.'

'Well, we did do a bit of that as well.'

'Come on then,' grinned William. 'Give me details.'

Taylor described, as briefly as William would let him get away with, how he
had brought the boy to orgasm and about what had happened afterwards.

'You mean you didn't do anything else, you just talked then fell asleep? He
didn't suck you or jerk you or anything?'

'I think that after my suggestion he had other things on his mind.'

'Well I think we'd better do something about that.' The prince put his hand
on Taylor's crotch, lightly squeezing the teen's confined package. 'It'll
give me a chance to have a go at something Zac showed me last night.'

Taylor put his own hand over William's, pressing it firmly into his
groin. 'Sounds like you had quite an interesting time yourself while I was
with Nathan.'

'You could say that, but it's better that I show you rather than tell you.'
William put his free hand under Taylor's shirt, running across the boy's
smooth chest. 'I love the feel of your skin,' he groaned. 'I think I could
get off by just touching you. Take your clothes off, I want to see all of
you.'

Slowly Taylor stripped, his eyes locked on William's, enjoying the feeling
of exposing his body to the young prince. It was like performing on stage
but a thousand times better. He could feel a prickling sensation running
across his bare skin.

At last Taylor threw aside his last piece of clothing and stood naked and
semi hard before the adoring gaze of his teenage lover.

'You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen,' sighed William. 'With a
body as sexy as yours it should be against the law to wear clothes.' He
stepped forward and took Taylor's head in his hands, their lips met, their
tongues sharing the same space. William pushed further forwards until
Taylor was backed up against the wall, mashing their bodies together.

Taylor revelled in the feel of his nakedness rubbing roughly against
William's clothing, his own hands moving behind the prince, grasping his
firm arse cheeks through the denim of his jeans, pulling them towards him,
grinding their crotches even tighter.

William broke the kiss and pulled back. Moving down onto Taylor's chest,
his mouth found one of the boy's nipples. He nibbled on it gently with his
teeth and stroked across the sensitive tip with his tongue, making Taylor
groan with pleasure. He moved further down, licking across the teenager's
chest and stomach until he reached his sparse pubic hair. William inhaled
deeply taking in the slightly musky aroma of Taylor's sex, the tip of the
boy's leaking erection leaving a sticky trail of pre cum across the
prince's cheek.

Wrapping his fingers firmly around Taylor's throbbing shaft, William pulled
back on the foreskin to fully expose the rosy head beneath and used his
tongue to clean away the sweet stickiness that was oozing from the
slit. Very slowly he began to take the swollen head into his mouth, sliding
his lips down the solid pole while pressing on the underside with his
tongue. He took in more and more of the shaft, pulling back quickly a
couple of times as he felt himself start to gag, but eventually he had the
entire erection inside his mouth and throat.

Taylor was panting for air, his fingers trying to claw their way into the
solid wall behind him.  He fought to keep his knees from buckling as
William's mouth moved in a steady rhythm up and down the full length of his
swollen penis. Desperately, Taylor tried to fight the building pressure in
his groin, but it was a battle he could not win. With a loud groan he
finally surrendered as wave upon wave of sheer ecstasy rippled through his
young body.

Sitting back on his heels, William gazed up into Taylor's flushed face and
gave a satisfied smile. 'I thought you might like that.'

'I thought my balls were going to be sucked through the head of my dick.'

'Didn't quite manage that. Want me to give it another go?'

'Maybe later,' Taylor grinned. 'In the meantime...' He pulled William to he
feet and pushed him backwards across the room until he fell onto his back
across one of the beds. 'It looks like you had a good time with Zac, but
just wait until you see what his big brother can do.' Kneeling on the floor
he lowered his head to William's crotch and began to suck on the wet patch
of pre cum that had soaked through the boy's jeans. Using his teeth, he
chewed downwards, following the bulging outline of the prince's hard 7"
tool.

'Looks, like you're a bit uncomfortable in there. Let's give it some air.'
Taylor pulled down William's zip. He pushed his hand inside the fly and
with some difficulty managed to manoeuvre the boy's cock and balls into the
open before sitting back to take in the view.

And what a view it was! The sight of William, still clothed, laying on his
back on the bed, his hard cock and balls on full display, was enough to
send the blood rushing once more to Taylor's groin. Returning to his
kneeling position he began to run his tongue across the exposed balls while
at the same time slowly wanking the prince's stiff prick.

As William's breathing became faster and his groans more intense, Taylor
backed off. He didn't want his lover to shoot yet, he had more in
store. Going across to his own bed he returned with a jar of lube and
proceeded to apply it liberally to William's erection. Satisfied, he
reached between his own legs and rubbed it around his tight hole, working
it inside with his fingers. Then, throwing the jar aside, he climbed onto
the bed and squatted over William's greased up hard-on, using his hand to
direct it towards his prepared entrance,.

William watched in mounting anticipation as Taylor slowly impaled himself
on the rock hard penis.

'Oh, this feels so great,' gasped Taylor, as he lowered himself all the way
down. 'Having you inside me is the best feeling in the world.' He pushed
with his legs, moving upwards, savouring the sensation of the hardness
sliding through his opening. Then down again, faster this time, making
William gasp and then giving a gasp of his own as the prince's cock pushed
against his prostate.

Seeing Taylor's hard prick bouncing up and down, William took it in his
hand and began to wank it, fitting in with the naked boy's rhythm. Soon
both teen's were breathing heavily.

A shudder ran through William's body and his back arched as he released his
load deep inside Taylor. The feeling of the prince's cock throbbing inside
him caused Taylor to shoot his own boycum; three hard spurts flew across
William's shirt, leaving sticky wet marks.

For several minutes both boys stayed in position, unmoving, not wanting to
lose the moment. At last Taylor spoke. 'I think we'd better get cleaned up
before Zac and Josh get back from the pool. I hope you weren't planning to
wear that shirt to go home in.'

'Hey, now there's an idea. I don't think anyone would ever guess what the
marks are though, so there's not much point.'

Reluctantly, Taylor raised himself up from William's now limp penis. As he
did so he felt a dribble of cum run down between his arse cheeks and onto
his leg. 'Oops, I'm leaking. See you in the shower.' Quickly he disappeared
into the bathroom leaving William pulling off his own clothes.



After the two teenagers had showered and dried each other off, they lay on
the bed, still naked, their arms around each other. They talked softly
about whether they would be able to tell their families about their sexual
feelings. Taylor seemed to think his parents would be cool about the fact
that two of their sons were gay, once they had had time to get used to the
idea. But William was sure that his family wouldn't take the news quite so
well.

Suddenly Taylor sat bolt upright as Josh's voice sounded in his head.
'TAYLOR, THERE'S BEEN AN ACCIDENT AT THE POOL. YOU HAD BETTER COME
QUICKLY.'

'WHAT'S HAPPENED JOSH? IS ZAC OK?' Taylor tried to respond but received no
reply. 'Dammit,' he swore. 'Why is it only working one way?'

William had no idea what his friend was talking about. Sitting up, he put
his hands on Taylor's shoulders. 'What's the matter? What's only working
one way?'

Pulling himself away, Taylor ran to the door, shouting Josh's message over
his shoulder as he went. Quickly, William followed. His longer legs
enabling him to catch up.

The sight of two naked teens racing down the corridor caused a few raised
eyebrows amongst some of the boys they passed. One of the base's few adult
employees, the head cook, looked at them in horror. She looked as if she
about to make a scene until a glare from Taylor made her think better of
it.

As they entered the pool and saw the group of boys gathered at the far end,
Taylor breathed a sigh of relief. One of the boys was Zac, obviously
unhurt. In the centre of the group, lying on the floor, was a boy of around
Taylor's age. His face was pale and his lips drawn together in a grimace of
pain.

Zac explained what had happened. 'He was diving from the board and he must
have slipped or something because he hit the board on the way down. I used
my kinetic power to lift him out of the water,' he said, proudly.

Gently, Taylor placed his hand on the boy's chest and closed his eyes.
Nothing critical, two cracked ribs and a broken arm. Concentrating, he
brought his healing abilities into play. The boy gave a gasp, and the pain
disappeared.

A murmur went through the watching group. Many of them had seen healing
before, but it was still difficult for them to take in. The previously
injured boy rose to his feet, not completely convinced that the pain would
not return. He hesitated for a moment then flung his arms around Taylor in
a hug. 'I don't know what to say, except thank you. By the way, I love your
music and think you've got a great voice. And you're sooo sexy, especially
with no clothes on.' As he broke away he gave the surprised teen a quick
kiss on the cheek.

'Err, yeah, thanks,' replied Taylor, his face and upper body blushing a
bright shade of red. As he turned he caught sight of William trying to hide
a smile. 'It's alright for you,' he whispered to the prince. 'For some
reason nobody's recognised you. Do you think I should tell them who you
are?'

The smile instantly disappeared from William's face. 'I'd rather you didn't
put yourself to the trouble.'


Paul arrived after lunch to teleport William back to the UK base where he
would then have a short car journey to take him home. The prince shared a
long kiss with Taylor and hugged Zac and Josh.

'Say hi to your cute little brother for me,' Zac said.

'I'll do that,' replied William. 'Harry will be thrilled when I tell him
I've met Hanson.'

Taylor grinned. 'He might be even more thrilled if you told him what you've
been doing with us.'

'Well, perhaps I won't tell him everything.'

Paul warned William to close his eyes to prevent him becoming
disorientated, and the pair of them vanished.

As they disappeared, so did Taylor's smile. He hung his head and turned
away.

'Come on Tay, don't go all soppy on us,' said Zac, softly. He put his hand
onto his older brother's shoulder. 'He's only gone for a couple of days.
Besides, you've still got me and Josh for company.'

'Yeah, I suppose a couple of days is not long.' Taylor straightened up and
pushed his long hair out of his eyes. 'We'd better get a move on, Mark's
expecting us for a training session.'


'Race you to the lift.' Nathan set off at a run glancing back over his
shoulder to see if Taylor was following. Despite Taylor's best attempts,
the eleven year old had too much of a head start and easily reached the
lift doors first, thumping on the button. They were going on a shopping
trip, Mark's orders.

Well, Mark hadn't actually ordered them to go shopping. He'd told Taylor to
go out and get some fresh air as the teenager was obviously not in the mood
for training. But Taylor always found the best way to cheer himself up was
to go out and buy something, and as Nathan was free for the afternoon the
two of them were off to spend money, big time.

In spite of the bright sunshine it was cold outside, but they were well
wrapped up, and Taylor began to feel his spirits lift a little as Nathan
guided him along the city streets. The youngster chatted non-stop as they
walked, a far cry from the shy withdrawn boy Taylor had first met a couple
of days ago.

'Where'd you want to go?' asked Nathan

'Let's find a bank first, I need some money. Then we'll go find something
to spend it on.'


It was getting dark by the time William arrived home. Teleporting such a
long distance had meant that it had gone from lunch time to evening in the
space of a few seconds and it was a bit of a shock to the system.

As the corps driver pulled away, the prince felt a small twinge of anxiety
as if his last connection with Taylor was being severed. He was back home,
back to normality. What if the last few days turned out to be nothing more
than a dream? Seeing a small puddle of water by his feet, he stared at it
for a few seconds, concentrating, and was rewarded by a cracking sound as
the water turned to solid ice. No, it hadn't been a dream. His energy
manipulation abilities were real, so the rest of it must have been real.
Checking in his wallet he found the telephone number he had been given so
he could contact the UK base when he was ready to be collected. This was
his lifeline, he returned it carefully.

Inside, he was informed that his father was away and would not be back
until the end of the week. No one seemed to know why William had been
requested to come home, but perhaps one of his father's secretaries would
be able to tell him in the morning.

William made his way upstairs and knocked on the door to Harry's room.
There was a short pause, followed by 'Who is it?'

'It's me, Harry. Can I come in?'

'Wils.' A shout of excitement from the other side of the door.

As William entered, Harry was already half way across the room. The
brothers hugged each other.

'I didn't know you were coming home today,' said Harry.

'Neither did anyone else by the looks of things. It looks as though I'm
going to have to wait until tomorrow to find out what's going on.'

'Never mind. It's really good to see you. Tell me all about what you've
been doing. Show me something with your powers. Is your training finished
yet?' The questions and requests tumbled out one on top of another.

'Slow down a minute,' laughed William. 'We've got all evening.'

Harry sat and listened, drinking in every detail as William gave a highly
censored version of what had happened to him over the past few days. The
young prince's mouth dropped open when he heard his brother had been
sharing a room with THE Hansons, and William couldn't resist passing on
Zac's message word for word.

'Zac Hanson said I was cute?' The look on Harry's face was a mixture of
embarrassment and indignation.

'What's wrong with that? You are cute.'

Harry wasn't sure whether his brother was teasing him and so decided to
just ignore the comment. 'I wish I could meet Zac and Taylor.'

'I don't see why you can't. I'll try and arrange it if you like.'

'Thanks Wils, that would be great!'

Harry interrogated his brother for a further hour until William declared he
was exhausted and brought the questions to a halt, suggesting they watch TV
for a while.

They sat side by side on the sofa, and as Harry snuggled up close, William
put his arm around the boy's shoulders. The position felt so natural to
William, but he couldn't help wishing it was Taylor by his side instead of
Harry. He loved his younger brother dearly, but it wasn't the same as the
way he felt about the teenage Hanson. He allowed his mind to drift,
replaying that morning's love making, feeling again the emotions he had
felt earlier in the day.

'Wils...?'

William was wrenched out of his fantasy to find Harry staring up at him, a
look of confusion on his young face. With a start, the older prince
realised the source of his brother's concern; he had become so carried away
in his dream that he had been massaging Harry's chest through his shirt and
had even gone so far as to unfasten a couple of buttons and pushed his hand
inside to caress the bare skin. Quickly he jerked his hand away, and leaped
to his feet, his face flushing red.

'I'm sorry Harry. I don't know what I was doing.'

'You called me Taylor. You said "I love you Taylor".'

William bit his lip, desperately trying to think of a way out of hole he
had fallen into. His mouth had gone dry and he was trembling. Breathing
deeply he tried to calm himself as he reached a decision.

'Harry, I want you promise me that you won't tell anyone what I'm going to
say.'

'I won't tell anyone Wils, I promise. You know you can trust me.'

The older prince tried to smile. 'While I was away, Taylor and I spent a
lot of time together. We did things together that we're told boys shouldn't
do. We slept together in the same bed.'

'Did you do sex things?'

Harry's question took William by surprise. He had been skirting round it,
not able to bring himself to say the word 'sex'. The thirteen year old had
cut straight to the point.

'Yes we did.' Immediately William felt better. He watched Harry to see what
the boy's reaction would be.

Harry looked thoughtful. 'Wils...., are you gay?'

William nodded. 'I've thought that I was for a long time. Now I'm
sure. Look, I'm really sorry for touching you Harry.'

'It felt nice. No one's ever touched me like that before. It felt so good
when you had your arm around me and I went all tingly when you put your
hand in my shirt. Will you hold me like that again?'

'If you are sure that's what you want.' William returned to his seat on the
sofa and again put his arm around his brother's shoulders, but kept his
hands well away from the boy's chest.  'I didn't want to tell you about me
being gay because I thought you wouldn't understand.'

'I love you Wils. What difference does it make if you're gay. You're still
my big brother.'



'Would that be all sir?'

'Yes, thanks.' Taylor was pleased with his choice of gifts. A gold chain
for William and a slightly shorter one for Nathan. He could picture the
prince now with the sparkle from the light hitting the gold around his neck
complementing his perfect chest and shoulders. And Nathan would be thrilled
with his present, just as he had been with the shirt Taylor had bought him
earlier.

'Thank you sir.' As the assistant handed across a bag containing his
purchases, Taylor heard the door of the jewellers open behind him. He
smiled, thinking it was probably Nathan, impatient and coming in to find
out what was taking so long. He had asked the eleven year old to wait
outside, intending to surprise him with his gift when they got back to the
base.

'Listen up everybody. Stay calm and you'll be fine. Make trouble for us and
you'll get back more than you bargained for.'

Taylor whirled around to find himself facing three masked men, two with
shotguns, the third with a handgun. One of the assistants, a young woman,
let out a whimper and backed up as far as she could get against the wall,
her hands tightly clasped under her chin.

'Let's not have any theatrics, lady.' The man with the handgun waved it in
her direction. 'Shut it or I'll give you something to get hysterical over.'
The woman clamped her mouth shut. The man turned to Taylor and the two male
assistants. 'The rest of you get over there with her. Move it kid!' He
screamed at Taylor who hadn't moved quite fast enough.

The two men with the shotguns hurried over and began loading the jewellery
from the display cabinets into holdalls they were carrying.

The couple of minutes that it took to empty the display cases seem to
Taylor more like hours. He wished he had abilities like Zac or William,
they wouldn't be stood here helpless. Even Josh would be able to use his
telepathy to call for help. But what use was healing?

'Right let's get out of here.' The three men moved towards the door, the
man with the handgun walking backwards, his weapon pointing towards the
frightened group. Just as they reached the door there was a screech of
breaks outside followed quickly by the slamming of car doors.

'Shit! It's the cops,' yelled one of the men. 'Now we're really fucked.'

'Not while we've got these we're not,' another replied. 'They won't dare
try anything while we've got hostages.'


Outside, Nathan had indeed been getting impatient and was about to go
inside to look for Taylor when three men jumped out of a car and hurried
into the shop. As the last one entered, the eleven year old was shocked to
see him pull a shotgun from inside his coat. The boy stood rooted to the
spot. What should he do? Obviously he couldn't go in. But should he tell
somebody. He remembered hearing that if someone tried to rob you, you
should just give them what they want and there was less chance that you
would be hurt. Perhaps the best thing to do was wait and maybe the men
would get what they wanted and leave. But what if they hurt Taylor? Why
wasn't there someone around to tell him what to do? Before he had made a
decision, the matter was taken out of his hands as three cars screeched to
a halt and their occupants leaped out. All were armed and their weapons
were aimed at the shop doorway. There was a short pause before an amplified
voice boomed out across the street.

'This is the police. There are armed officers at the front and rear of the
shop. Throw out your weapons and come out slowly with on hands on your
head.'

A full minute went by in complete silence. The police never taking their
eyes off the doorway. The previously busy street had become suddenly
deserted. Then a voice could be heard from the shop. 'We've got hostages in
here, including a woman and a kid. If you want them to get out alive you'd
better pull back. Any funny business and they get it. We'll start with the
kid first.'

Nathan's heart skipped a beat and his stomach lurched. He leaned against a
parked car to help support his shaking legs. They were threatening to shoot
Taylor. He had to get to a telephone. He had to contact Mark.



'Now try and hold it there. No, you're using too much energy, use just
enough to stop it from falling.' Mark offered advice and encouragement as
Zac fought to keep a small plastic ball hanging stationary about four feet
above the ground.

'Hey, I'm doing it.' Without warning the ball flew towards the wall with
terrific force, narrowly missing Mark's head. 'Damn, I thought I'd got it
that time.'

'You did have it, but you allowed you're concentration to waver.' Mark
rubbed the side of his head, even though the ball had not actually hit
him. It was only light, but at the speed it had been travelling it would
have been quite painful it had connected. 'Don't try and talk at the same
time. Focus your concentration entirely on what you are doing. Let's give
it another go.'

As Zac used his kinetic ability to retrieve the ball, the door opened and
Paul came in looking worried.

'We've got a major problem. Nathan just phoned. There's been an armed
robbery at one of the jewellers' shops in the city. The police arrived
while it was going on and now they've got a hostage situation.'

'Why's that our problem?' asked Mark. 'Can't the police handle it.'

'I don't think you'll want to leave it to the police.' Paul drew in a
breath. 'One of the hostages is Taylor.'

There was a loud crack and the plastic ball slid down the wall, squashed
flat from the force of it's impact. Zac's face was ashen.

Mark was immediately in control of the situation. 'Are there any other
Corps members in the base at the moment?'

'No,' Paul shook his head. 'Ben was here earlier, but he went off before
lunch to do that job for the research laboratory. Adam's with the FBI. I
haven't seen anyone else for days. Do you want me to teleport to the UK
base and see if they have anyone available.'

'There's no time, we'll have to manage with what we've got.' Quickly Mark
went over in his head the abilities available to the boys in the room. Paul
was a very strong teleporter and also had moderate kinetic ability, he was
experienced and could be counted on in a crisis. Josh was a strong telepath
and also had a little ability with energy manipulation but was completely
untrained in this area and therefore had no useful offensive capabilities.
Zac was an extremely strong kinetic but lacked control, which made his
power dangerous, he was also a moderate but untested teleporter, though
this was something that Zac himself had not yet been made aware of. Finally
there was himself; a strong healer, not much good in the current situation,
with a weak kinetic ability. Overall not a particularly impressive line-up,
Zac and Josh had never been put in dangerous situations and he didn't know
how they might react. 'Paul, take us all to Nathan. We'll decide on a plan
of action when we get there.'

They all huddled together and Paul brought his teleporting power into
play. An instant later they were standing in an alley alongside a surprised
looking Nathan.

'Josh, can you contact Adam?' Mark had an idea how they might be able to
improve the odds a little. 'Tell him to forget anything else he's doing and
get himself over here now.'

'I'll try.' Josh's gaze became unfocussed as he concentrated his thoughts.

In less than a minute the Asian boy appeared. Mark quickly filled him in on
the situation and explained his idea. 'That mental attack that McCray used
on you, do you think you could do that yourself?'

Adam thought for a moment. 'It wasn't so much an attack as a defence
mechanism, but I think I could do something similar, a kind of telepathic
overload. It'd certainly be enough to disable someone for a short time.'

'Good. Next thing is to speak to Taylor. Josh, you'd better do that since
you know him better than Adam does. Find out what's happening in there.'

Again Josh's gaze turned inwards. 'TAYLOR, CAN YOU HEAR ME?'

'JOSH!'

'YEAH, NATHAN CALLED US. WE'RE OUTSIDE.'

'I HOPE YOU CAN DO SOMETHING SOON BECAUSE IT'S GETTING PRETTY SCARY IN
HERE.'

'DON'T WORRY. MARK'S GOT IT ALL WORKED OUT. WE JUST NEED SOME INFO. NATHAN
SAID THERE WERE THREE MEN, IS THAT RIGHT?'

'YES. TWO WITH SHOTGUNS AND ONE MEAN SON OF A BITCH WITH A HANDGUN, HE
SEEMS TO BE THE LEADER.'

'RIGHT. NOW I NEED TO KNOW THE SET-UP IN THERE, WHERE EVERYBODY IS. DON'T
TRY TO DESCRIBE IT, JUST PICTURE IT IN YOUR HEAD AND I'LL TRY AND PICK IT
OUT.'

This was something that Josh had only practised a couple of times. Talking
to someone was easy, but actually going into a person's head and picking
out information was an awful lot harder. Beads of sweat broke out on his
forehead and ran down his face. Eventually he was sure he had a clear
picture. 'GOT TO GO TAYLOR. DON'T WORRY, HELP WILL BE THERE SOON.' With
relief he broke the contact.

'Now we have to move fast,' said Mark. As Josh sketched the layout of the
shop on a piece of paper, Mark gave instructions. Paul was to teleport in
with Mark and Zac, he would then be responsible for disarming one of the
men with shotguns, or at least making sure he couldn't point the weapon at
anybody. Zac was to take the other shotgun. Adam would teleport himself and
use a mental blast to take out the man with the handgun, then disable the
other two men in the same way. Josh and Nathan were to wait outside.

'I want to come with you.' The look on Nathan's face was sheer anguish. He
already felt he had let Taylor down because of his inability to act before
the police arrived, even though it was obvious that there was nothing he
could have done.

Mark touched the boy's head sympathetically. 'You've done your bit by
letting us know what was happening. The best thing you can do now is to
wait here with Josh.' He turned to the rest of the group, who were waiting
nervously. 'Are we all ready? We go on the count of three.' Taking hold of
Paul's shoulder he began to count 'One...Two...Three...'

A fraction of a second before 'Three' Nathan leaped forward and took hold
of Zac's elbow. Less than a second later Josh was left in the alley alone.


Inside the shop tension was mounting, the three men were arguing about what
to do next. One of them wanted to give up , but the one in charge was
determined to stick it out and Taylor was convinced that if it came to it,
this man wouldn't lose any sleep over shooting any or all of the
hostages. The girl assistant was sat against the wall sobbing softly, her
male friends on either side attempting to comfort her. Taylor was sat a few
yards, feeling completely alone and trying not to give in to the fear and
hopelessness that were gnawing at his mind.

The hopelessness vanished instantly as Josh's voice sounded clearly in
Taylor's head. His friends were outside, things were going to work out
alright. What chance did three thugs stand against the incredible abilities
of the corps. As Josh retrieved the informtion he wanted and his comforting
presence disappeared, every second seemed to stretch into an hour as Taylor
waited for something to happen. His heart, which had already been beating
loudly was trying to pound it's way out of his chest as adrenaline surged
around his body.

Finally, it happened. Five figures materialised in the centre of the room
and the world dissolved into chaos. Adam threw the full force of his
considerable telepathic ability in the direction of the man with the hand
gun, who groaned and fell to his knees. Mark charged across to disarm him
before he had chance to recover. Paul quickly located his target and used
his kinetic powers to rip the shotgun from the amazed man's hands,
propelling it across the room out of reach. Zac however was still
disorientated from teleporting and he mistakenly went after the man that
Paul had just disarmed, throwing him forcefully back against the wall where
he slid to the floor semiconscious. This left Zac's real target
unchallenged. The man was completely panic stricken, figures appearing out
of nowhere, everyone shouting, the girl screaming. He pointed the gun
seemingly at random, straight towards Taylor, his finger tightening on the
trigger. To the fifteen year old everything went moved into slow motion as
if in a dream. None of it was real, the muffled voices of his friends, the
screams, the huge black hole of the barrel of the gun, the man's finger
moving so slowly on the trigger. The dream effect was shattered by a shout
that drowned out all other noise in the room. 'Taylor! No!' A small figure
hurtled into view. The room was rocked by the sound of the shotgun
blast. With a muffled thud, a weight fell across Taylor's legs. It was
Nathan.

In disbelief, Taylor stared down at the boy who had just saved his
life. Nathan's face was white and still, and a large, messy, soggy red
patch spread like a blossoming flower across his chest. Automatically, the
teenager reached out his hand to touch the growing, bloody wetness. For a
second a look of horror passed across his face, to be immediately replaced
by determination. Closing his eyes, he focused his healing powers. From
across the room Mark's voice rang out 'Taylor! Wait! Check you have enough
energy first.' But the warning came too late. Taylor had already committed
himself.

Silence descended over the room like a blanket. Slowly Mark approached the
unmoving figures of the two boys, his expression grim. He had seen the
extent of Nathan's injury, the boy was mortally wounded, maybe even dead.
Taylor hadn't stopped to find out if he was strong enough to help, he'd
jumped straight in. If his power proved not to be enough, he'd just thrown
away his own life.

As Mark got closer, Nathan suddenly coughed and his eyes fluttered
open. 'What happened?' he asked weakly.

Before answering, Mark leaned over and put his hand on the boy's chest.
There was no damage their at all, he was completely healed. Quickly, Mark
transferred his hand to Taylor, his feeling of hope turning to dismay.
Taylor was alive, but only just, he was deeply unconscious, hardly
breathing and his heartbeat was weak and slow.


It was an unhappy group gathered around the hospital bed. The doctors had
confirmed that Taylor was in coma. They were puzzled that they couldn't
find anything wrong with him physically and said it was just a matter of
waiting to see what happened. Adam was trying to establish a mental link
with teenager, but after several hours he was still having no success. 'I
just can't contact him. He's in there, but always out of reach.'

'Get some rest,' suggested Mark. 'You can try again later.'

'Can't someone else try?' asked Zac, his eyes red rimmed from crying. 'What
about Josh or William.'

'It won't do any good Zac,' said Mark, gently. 'Adam's the strongest
telepath we've got. Josh is strong but has nowhere near the same experience
and William doesn't have any telepathic ability.'

'He must do,' Zac replied. 'Tay and Wils are always talking together in
their heads. Tay told me.'

Mark was intrigued. He searched for an explanation. 'Taylor's very weakly
telepathic, he could maybe hold a conversation that way if they were
actually touching.'

'I've seen them do it from opposite sides of the room. They just need to be
close by. Anyway, sometimes it's William that talks first.'

Mark glanced at Adam, who shook his head. 'I don't know. Maybe there's some
sort of bond between them. It could be worth a try. Where is William?'

'He's had to go home for a few days. I'll get Josh to contact him.' Mark
left the room to find the twelve year old telepath who was with Paul in a
waiting area along the corridor.

Nathan put out his hand and Zac took it with his own, their eyes meeting,
offering each other what comfort and support they could. Both of them
blamed themselves for what had happened, and nothing that Mark said had
been able to convince them otherwise.


William was definitely not happy. After breakfast one of his father's aides
had arrived to inform him that he had been recalled at the request of Sir
Geoffrey Jenkins, the head of the British secret service, and he had an
interview with Sir Geoffrey first thing that morning. The story he had been
given about him being needed at home because of a family problem had been
complete fabrication.

The prince had no idea what the interview was about. He had only ever met
Sir Geoffrey once before, on the day he had been collected by Mark. That
had only been a very brief occasion, shaking hands, 'nice to meet you',
that sort of thing, not enough for William to form any opinion about the
man. Now the fifteen year old sat outside Sir Geoffrey's office fuming at
the underhand way that all this had been arranged. He had the feeling that
this meeting was not going to be very pleasant.

Next to William sat Harry. The younger prince was a little uncomfortable as
he picked up on his brother's mood, but he was making an effort to be
cheerful none the less. Harry had insisted on coming along, even after
William had explained that he would not be allowed into the meeting and
would have to wait outside.

'I don't mind sitting and waiting,' he had said. 'Please let me come
William. You'll be off again soon and I won't have had chance to spend any
time with you.'

William had of course agreed. After revealing the secret of his sexual
feelings the previous night, and seeing Harry's calm acceptance, he felt
even closer to his little bother than he had before and at the moment was
almost incapable of denying the boy anything. Last night they had sat
together and talked until very late, when Harry had reluctantly 4 desk and
the woman looked up. 'Sir Geoffrey is ready for you. You can go in now.'

William gave Harry's hand a reassuring squeeze, more to comfort himself
than his brother, and went through the door.

The office was richly furnished, with thick burgundy coloured carpet and
wood panelled walls. Sir Geoffrey sat behind a huge hardwood desk, like a
spider in the centre of it's web. As William entered, he rose to his feet,
indicating with a wave of his hand that the prince should sit in the chair
facing him.

'Ah, William my boy. Good to see you again. Had an exciting few days I
expect. Have a seat and tell me what you've been getting up to.'

William sat, as requested and took a few moments to settle himself before
answering. 'What is it that you want to know, sir Geoffrey?'

'Oh, just how you've been getting on. This is a most unusual and difficult
situation for a member of the royal family. How have you been coping?'

'I'm fine, thank you. The corps have been very good to me and I enjoy being
with them. I've made some very good friends in such a short time.'

Sir Geoffrey's eye twitched and William got the impression that the man was
amused about something. 'Tell me a little about your new friends.'

'I'm sorry, I don't want to appear rude, but I think it's better if I don't
talk to you about them. I'd rather not discuss anything about the corps if
you don't mind.'

The older man paused for a moment, his face expressionless as he stared
straight at William. Then he gave a smile. 'I want you to think about who
you are, William. You are a member of the British royal family. As such you
have a responsibility to keep up the appearances and traditions of your
family, but you also have another, larger responsibility, to the state. You
have to put your country first, above all other considerations. Now, the
position is this. I need certain information in order to safeguard the
security of this country. You are in a position to supply me with some of
that information. The corps may claim to be international, and uninterested
in the affairs of individual countries. But what if that were to change in
the future? We need to be sure that we have all the information we need in
order to protect ourselves should it ever be necessary. I'm sure you
understand that and see why you must do as I ask.'

William shook his head. 'You seem to think I know a lot more than I do.
I've only met a few of the corps' members, and most of those have been new,
like me. Even if I were to tell you what I know about them it wouldn't be
much use to you.'

'You may not know much at the moment, but in time you'll be given access to
more information, you'll meet more members and get to know about their
abilities, their strengths and weaknesses. We have to look to the future.'

'You want me to spy for you?' Disbelief was written on William's face. 'I
won't do it. These people are my friends. Go find another informant.' He
rose from the chair, intending to leave.

'Sit down William.' Sir Geoffrey's voice had taken on a different tone,
sharp and commanding. This was a man used to being obeyed instantly.
William sat. 'I've asked nicely and you've turned me down so I am forced to
use a different approach. I know more about you William than you can
possibly imagine. You've grown up in the public eye, used to people
watching your every move. You are a very easy person to observe. There's
been hardly a minute of your life where I don't know what you've been
doing. When you are awake, when you are asleep, even when you go to the
toilet, I know about it. You see, you can't have any secrets from me. For
instance you can't hide from me the fact that you are a homosexual.'

'What are you talking.......?'

Don't even bother with the denials,' Sir Geoffrey interrupted. 'There have
been armies of psychologists watching you for years. Their reports are
unanimous in their findings. Though I must say that you have been very
helpful yourself. When I requested that you return for this meeting I hoped
that you may discuss your experiences with the corps with your dear
brother, and so I took the necessary steps to ensure that I was aware of
any such discussion. At the time I had no idea just how productive these
steps would be.' He produced a small tape recorder from a drawer in his
desk and pressed the play button. William's own voice came out of the
speaker, the start of his conversation with Harry, the night before

The prince had gone white. 'You had Harry's room bugged.'

'Yours and Harry's, just to be safe. Do you need reminding of everything
that was said or do you remember your confession to your brother.'

'No, I remember. Turn that thing off.'

With a satisfied smile, Sir Geoffrey pressed the STOP button. 'Now, perhaps
you would like to reconsider your position. If this tape were to fall into
the wrong hands it could be most unpleasant. Of course it's not the first
time the royal family has had this sort of scandal; if I remember my
history correctly Edward II had similar inclinations, but he met a rather
unpleasant end with a red hot poker.' He gave a chuckle. 'These days we
aren't quite so barbaric. Though some people might think a red hot poker
preferable to the treatment you would receive from the British press. What
do you think?'

Before William could answer, a voice sounded in his head.

'WILLIAM, IT'S JOSH. YOU'VE GOT TO COME BACK STRAIGHT AWAY. TAYLOR'S IN A
COMA AND MARK AND ADAM THINK YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP.'

'WHAT DO YOU MEAN TAYLOR'S IN A COMA? WHAT'S HAPPENED TO HIM? IS HE GOING
TO BE.........?'

'DON'T WORRY, HE'S STABLE AT THE MOMENT, BUT YOU MAY BE ABLE TO HELP BRING
HIM OUT OF IT. PAUL'S GOING TO COME AND GET YOU. WHERE DO YOU WANT HIM TO
MEET YOU?'

'CAN HE FIND ME HERE?'

'HE SAYS YES, BUT IT'S BETTER IF YOU GO OUTSIDE. APPARENTLY IT CAN BE
DANGEROUS TELEPORTING INTO A BUILDING HE DOESN'T KNOW.'

'TELL HIM I'LL BE OUTSIDE IN FIVE MINUTES.'

'Don't think about it too long William. You really don't have a choice in
the matter.' Sir Geoffrey pressed as William failed to answer his question.

'I've got an answer for you,' the prince felt his anger rising. This man
had invaded his privacy, listened in on private conversations with his
brother and now wanted him to turn against his friends, one of whom was in
serious danger. 'Fuck you!' As the anger continued to build there was a
sudden increase in static electricity throughout the room. The tape
recorder made a hissing sound and black smoke poured from it's insides.
Every light bulb in the room exploded, spreading broken glass across the
carpet. The blotter on the table began to char at the edges and burst into
flame as scorch marks appeared across the wooden desk and the curtains at
the windows began to smolder. Outside the room a siren began to shriek and
water sprayed from the ceiling as the sprinkler system swung into action.

Sir Geoffrey leaned back in his chair looking shocked and afraid as William
spoke though clenched teeth. 'You can go to hell as far as I'm concerned.
Give your precious tape to anybody you want. I have a friend that needs me
and I'm not wasting any more time with slime like you.'  He strode out of
the room leaving behind the acrid smell of burning.

As William passed through the outer office like a tornado, Harry rushed to
catch up.

'Wils, what's wrong?'

'I've have to go Harry. Something's happened to Taylor and I have to go to
him.'

'But you only came home last night..........Let me come with you.'

'You can't. You shouldn't even have come here this morning.'

Harry bit on his bottom lip and looked as if he was about to cry. 'It's so
lonely when you're not here. Daddy's never around, I'm always alone.'

They had reached the entrance to the building and William marched straight
up to the waiting chauffeur. 'We won't be coming back with you. Take a
message to my father's office to say that Harry is with me and will be
returning tomorrow evening.' The chauffeur gave a nod of his head and
pulled away.

Harry was ecstatic. 'I'm coming with you?'

'Yes, you're coming with me. But I don't know what we'll find when we get
there.' With a great deal of effort, William pushed all thought's over
Taylor to the back of his mind as he tried to keep control of his emotions.

'Ready to go?' Paul had appeared behind them. He looked drawn and tired.

'How's Taylor?'

'Not so good at the moment. At least he doesn't seem to be getting any
worse. You'll see for yourself in a couple of minutes.'

'Let's go then. Harry's coming with us.'

'No problem.' Paul put his arms around the pair's shoulders and immediately
they were transported from a city street to a hospital waiting room.


On arriving in the hospital, William left Harry in the waiting room with
Paul and followed the young teleporter's directions to get to Taylor's
room. All the feelings of anger that had been swirling around inside the
prince following his meeting with Sir Geoffrey instantly vanished as he saw
the pale, unmoving figure on the bed. Taylor was dressed in a white
hospital gown, he lay on his back, his arms at his sides, the only sign of
life being the almost imperceptible rise and fall of his chest. Mark sat at
the side of the bed, opposite him, on the other side were Zac and Nathan,
holding hands. Adam was in the corner, his deep breathing indicating that
the Asian boy was asleep.

As William entered the room Zac jumped to his feet and rushed to meet him,
hope appearing in the boy's eyes. 'William, you've got to help him. Talk to
him in his head like you do sometimes. He couldn't hear Adam, but he'll be
able to hear you.'

'Take it easy Zac,' Mark warned. 'We don't know if it'll work.'

'It's got to work.' Zac was on the verge of tears.

'Will one of you tell me what happened?' demanded William.

Mark rubbed his forehead, tiredly. 'I'll give you the full story later. For
now, all you need to know is that Taylor is very deeply unconscious. Adam
has been trying to speak to him telepathically but has been unable to make
any contact. Zac seems to think that you and Taylor are able to communicate
with each other telepathically. If that's true then there's a chance you
might be able to get through where Adam failed.'

'We can talk to each other in out heads, but we need to be fairly near to
each other for it to work. I'll try anything you suggest if there's any
chance it will help Taylor.'

'OK. It will probably have a better chance of working if there is physical
contact between you. Take hold of his hand and try speaking to him
mentally.'

Nervously, William held Taylor's hand in his own. He closed his eyes,
praying that this would work. 'TAYLOR.' Just a mental whisper. 'TAYLOR,'
stronger this time. 'IF YOU'RE IN THERE AND YOU CAN HEAR ME, PLEASE COME
BACK TO US.'


Taylor was in a world of grey. All around him was a complete absence of
sensation. Nothing to see, no smell, no touch, no taste, no sound. His mind
had no active thoughts, no recollection of what went before, or curiosity
of what might follow after. Just a feeling of tiredness, a feeling that he
should just let himself drift away into an eternity of sleep. But very deep
inside, something was preventing him giving in. A tiny part of his mind
knew that if he were to let himself sleep there would be no return, it
would be forever. And so he remained, in this in-between state, neither
alive nor dead, unaware that any other world existed, waiting for the time
when his mind would give in to exhaustion and he could slip into oblivion.

There was a sound! It had started in such a tiny way, almost like an itch,
but it was becoming stronger, louder, as time went on. Now he could tell it
was voice, he couldn't tell what it was saying, but there was something
familiar about it.

'TAYLOR.'

Taylor? Is that what the voice had said? Something began to awaken in his
subconscious. A small crack appeared in the barrier of his memory. Taylor
was his own name. He could remember that now.

'PLEASE TALK TO ME TAYLOR.'

The voice, why was it so familiar? A picture appeared. A boy, tall,
handsome, smiling, naked, beautiful, William! Like a dam bursting, memories
came flooding back. The voice was William's.

'TAYLOR CAN YOU HEAR ME?'

'WILLIAM! I CAN HEAR YOU. WHERE ARE YOU?'

'TAYLOR!' The sheer amount of happiness in that one word was
unbelievable. 'I'M HERE TAYLOR. FOLLOW MY VOICE. I'LL KEEP TALKING TO YOU,
YOU HAVE TO COME TO ME.'



In the hospital room there was almost total silence. William had been
trying to contact Taylor for over half an hour. Zac was beginning to lose
hope. This was not going to work. Suddenly the silence was shattered by a
shout from the prince.

'Taylor!' The happiness in his voice was matched only by the look of joy on
his face.

Zac jumped to his feet, but Mark held out his hand to indicate that the
youngster should stay back.

Tension mounted for the next few minutes as nothing happened. Then, with a
flutter of his eyelids, Taylor's eyes opened. Zac gave an excited shriek
and leaped up onto his brother's bed, nearly squashing Taylor in the
process. Everyone began to talk at once. The noise must have been audible
down the corridor, as Paul, Josh and Harry appeared in the doorway.  It
took several minutes before Mark was able to quieten things down and
establish that Taylor was now going to be alright.

After some discussion it was decided that Paul would teleport back to the
base with Josh, Zac and Harry. The others would return by car as soon as
Taylor had been discharged from the hospital. Adam was to go home and get
some much needed sleep.

William was a little uncertain about entrusting his younger brother to
Zac's care, but Harry was so excited at getting to spend some time with Zac
Hanson that the older prince couldn't bring himself to interfere.

A short time later, Taylor was left alone with William and Nathan. Mark had
left to find a doctor and arrange for Taylor's immediate discharge.

'You see what happens when you go off and leave me,' joked Taylor, he voice
weak.

'I hope you're not planning to pull this stunt every time we're separated,'
William replied, smiling. 'I don't think my nerves could stand it.'

As Taylor glanced around the room, his eyes came to rest on a bag on his
bedside locker. Reaching into it he pulled out two boxes. Quickly checking
inside them, he passed one to William. 'This is for you. I hope you like it
considering what I had to go through to get it.'

William's smile grew wider as he opened the box and discovered the gold
chain Taylor had chosen for him. He leaned over and kissed his friend
lightly on the lips. 'It's beautiful, I love it. Thank you.'

Across the bed, Nathan shifted uncomfortably on his seat, as Taylor looked
in his direction. 'I've something for you as well, though it doesn't seem
like much now compared to what you were prepared to give for me.' Before
handing the eleven year old the box, Taylor briefly explained to William
how Nathan had thrown himself in front of the shotgun and ended up taking
the full blast in his chest.

Reluctantly, Nathan accepted the gift. His eyes went wide as he opened the
box and saw the sparkle of the gold. No one had ever given him a present
like this before. The building emotions inside him became to much to cope
with and he threw the box down on the bed before charging out of the room.

As Nathan disappeared out of the door, Taylor was able to pick up on the
distraught boy's feelings, by far the strongest being guilt. He turned to
William. 'He blames himself for what happened to me. Because I ended up in
a coma when I healed him. Go after him and talk to him for me, make him
understand that it wasn't his fault.'

William squeezed Taylor's hand. 'I'll see what I can do.' He quickly got up
and followed after the youngster.

Nathan was in the corridor, leaning against the wall, his face pressed into
his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. William came up behind him a put his hand
on the boy's shoulder. 'LEAVE ME ALONE!'

The force of the mental shout made William stagger back. Shaking his head,
he tried to clear his thoughts. What was that? Nathan had no special
abilities. But it had been Nathan's voice!

'Nathan, I just want to talk to you. You obviously care a great deal about
Taylor. What you did in that shop was incredibly brave. Sometimes, when
someone who is very special to you is in danger you act automatically,
without stopping to think about what might happen to you. That's what you
did back there. You didn't worry about what might have happened to you,
Taylor was in danger and you saved him. You have to understand that what
Taylor did was a similar thing. You were very badly hurt and because Taylor
cares so deeply for you, he, like you, didn't think about the danger to
himself, he just did what he had to do. It was his decision, you can't
blame yourself for it.' Tentatively, the prince replaced his hand on
Nathan's shoulder. As he did this, Nathan spun around and flung himself
into William's arms.

'I thought I'd lost him. He was the first person ever to show that he cared
about me, right from the first day he arrived. I couldn't stand it if
anything happened to him.'

'Taylor's going to be fine, he just needs rest. You haven't lost him, so
don't try and shut him out. Why don't you come back inside and tell him how
you feel and how much he means to you.'

Nathan wiped his eyes on his sleeve and nodded. Together they went back
into the room.


'You're even cuter in real life than you are in photographs.' Zac's
observation made the colour rise to Harry's cheeks. 'William's good
looking, but he's not cute like you are and he acts a bit "old"
sometimes. He's got a beautiful big dick though, especially when it's
hard.'

Harry choked on the coke he was drinking, sending the dark brown liquid
showering across the room. 'You've seen it?' he spluttered.

Zac was amused at the young prince's reaction. 'Seen it? I've tasted it. I
gave him the best blow job he's ever had.'

'You mean WE did,' Josh corrected.

'Yeah, alright, WE gave him the best blow job he's ever had. But it was ME
that made him cum.' Zac looked challengingly at Josh, who just met his
stare, unable to argue.

'You mean that you've both done sex things with Wils?' Harry was unable to
believe what he was hearing. His brother had admitted having sex with
Taylor, but hadn't said anything about doing it with two twelve year olds.

'You mean that you haven't?' Zac already had a very good idea of the answer
to his question, but he couldn't help teasing the obviously inexperienced
thirteen year old.

'He put his hand in my shirt last night, but he was thinking about Taylor
at the time.'

'Figures,' said Zac, knowingly. 'The pair of them have a thing for each
other. So did you like it when he touched you?'

Harry hesitated for a second before answering, uncomfortable about
admitting something like this to a relative stranger. 'Yes, it felt good.'

'Does this feel good?' Zac approached the prince and pulled the boy's shirt
out of his trousers and put his hand up underneath, stroking the smooth
skin of his chest.

Swallowing nervously, Harry nodded. 'It feels really good.'

'What about this?' asked Zac, using his fingers to play with Harry's
sensitive nipples.

'Uh huh.'

'And this?' Zac had unfastened Harry's belt and trousers. Pushing his hand
down inside the boy's briefs he firmly took hold of his small but rapidly
hardening penis.

Harry groaned.

'I'll take that as a yes,' Zac grinned. 'Come on Josh, help me get his
clothes off, it's play time.'

Feeling a little embarrassed, but at the same time excited, Harry let the
two boys pull his clothing off, tossing it aside. In a very short time he
was naked, his hard three and a half inches pointing almost straight up
from his hairless groin. Zac and Josh both fell to their knees in front of
the young prince.

'Boy you sure are ready for this. It's the hardest one I've ever seen,'
commented Zac, taking hold of the twitching erection and pulling it
downwards.

'Let's have a feel.' Josh gripped his fingers around the shaft and
squeezed. 'Yep, that's one hard cock.' He put out his tongue and flicked it
across the tip.

'Arrrgh! What are you doing?' Harry put his hands onto the heads of the two
boys to support himself as a sudden surge of pleasure passed from the
swollen end of rock hard penis, up through his body and back down again.

'This is going to be fun,' grinned Zac. He used his own tongue to repeat
Josh's action and was rewarded by a strangled groan from his victim. He was
about to try it again when a thought occurred to him 'Can you shoot yet?'

'What do you mean shoot?' gasped Harry, panting.

'You know. Cum.'

'I don't know.'

'You mean you don't jerk off?' asked Zac amazed.

'No,' said Harry shaking his head. 'Are you going to show me how?'

'This is going to be even more fun than I thought. But hang on a minute
while I get these clothes off, just in case. I don't want to get 'em messed
up.'

Harry watched transfixed as both Josh and Zac stripped off their own
clothes. He had seen other boys naked in the showers at school, sneaking
odd glances, more out of curiosity than for any sexual reason, but had
never seen any of them hard. There was something strangely compelling about
Zac's hard little rod, sticking out from his body.

'Can I touch it?' The prince asked in a nervous voice.

''Feel free.' Zac put his hands behind his back, leaving his front open for
inspection.

Slowly Harry reached out his hand and brushed his fingers along the steely
shaft. Becoming more confident he wrapped his hand tightly around it. 'Wow!
It feels so hard, but soft and warm at the same time.' Keeping hold of Zac
he used his other hand to grasp Josh's hard-on. 'I can't believe this is
happening.'

'Wait 'til we really get going,' said Zac. 'Get down on your back on the
bed.' He waited a second while Harry did as he was told. 'That's it. Now
lift your legs up. Put arms behind your knees and pull them apart and right
up to your chest.'

Harry was now in a position where not only were his cock and balls
available, but his tight, virgin hole was also fully exposed.

'You look good enough to eat,' observed Zac. 'In fact, that's just what
I've got in mind. Go to it Josh.'

Grinning, Josh lowered his head towards Harry's erection. The thirteen year
old groaned loudly as Josh's tongue travelled up and down the silky smooth
skin of his tender young prick.

Zac watched for a few seconds before getting in on the action himself. His
target was tight little hole that was winking at him from between to pale
round cheeks. Homing in like a guided missile he pulled the cheeks further
apart with his hands, the tip of his probing tongue scoring a perfect bulls
eye.

Harry 's whole body convulsed as though he had received an electric shock
and he gave a scream of surprise. This gave Zac all the encouragement he
needed to go to work in earnest, running his tongue across the delicate
rosebud.

Meanwhile, Josh had taken they young prince's now throbbing penis inside
mouth and was sucking for all he was worth, his hand massaging the tight
balls.

'Aaargh, something's happening,' Harry gasped. 'Ughhhh....' The noises the
boy was making became more incoherent and strangled as he rapidly
approached the peak of his first ever orgasm. His slim body began to jerk
madly, out of control and he fought for breath as the pressure behind his
balls became to much to bear and long streams of white boy cum fountained
from the end of his stiff shaft, mostly to be swallowed by Josh's willing
mouth, but some spilling out onto his stomach.

All through the orgasm both Josh and Zac continued their attack on the
youngster's body taking him to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.

'Stop, please stop,' Harry begged. 'I can't take any more.'

At last the two younger boys pulled back, themselves breathless from sheer
intensity of the experience that their new friend had just endured.

'Well, I guess that answers my question,' Zac observed glibly. 'You can
certainly shoot.' Then seeing the look on Harry's face he became
concerned. 'Are you OK? You look a bit pale.'  He glanced at Josh. 'Maybe
we should have taken it a bit more gently with it being his first time.'

Harry was totally overwhelmed by the mixture of emotions he was feeling and
lay back unable to speak for fear that he might burst into tears. Except
for William, he'd never had any really close friends and wanted so much to
get to know these two boys better, but was afraid that if he started crying
now they would laugh at him and not want anything else to do with him.

For a few seconds Josh appeared lost in thought, then a look of
understanding flashed across his face, followed by guilt, and he looked
quickly away. 'I'm sorry Harry,' he muttered. 'I shouldn't have done that,
but I was worried we might have hurt you.'

Harry looked confused. 'What do you mean? You didn't hurt me. It was the
best feeling I've ever had.' His voice trembled a little as he spoke but he
was managing to get himself under control.

'I went into your mind,' Josh explained. 'Because you were so quiet I was
worried and so I read your thoughts. I promise I'll never do it again
without a good reason.'

Realising what Josh was talking about, Harry blushed. 'You know what I was
thinking?'

'Yeah, and you were wrong, we wouldn't have laughed at you.' Before Harry
had chance to reply Josh had turned to Zac. 'Sixty-nine? Score is 4-2 to me
so far.'

'I haven't forgotten the score,' Zac replied. 'I going to even it up this
time.'

Harry watched, fascinated as the two boys lay on the bed facing in opposite
directions. As Zac said the word 'Go' they began licking and sucking each
other's cocks and balls, each trying to bring the other off first. Zac went
for an all out attack, sucking madly on Josh's stiff shaft. Josh had a
different approach, tonguing Zac's balls and licking along his rigid
erection in long, smooth strokes. As the minutes passed both boys began to
breath more heavily, Zac in particular was making muffled grunts around his
mouthful of cock. At this point Josh changed his technique, taking Zac
fully into his mouth and moving slowly out to the very tip before going
quickly down to the base again. Just a few seconds of this was enough to
make Zac lose control and he began to thrust his hips into Josh's face as
he fired his load of hot, boy-juice into Josh's mouth. Just seconds later
Zac was on the receiving end of Josh's sweet cum.

Josh wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. 'I win again!
That's 5-2.'

'It's not fair,' grumbled Zac. 'I'm just naturally horny. I can't help it.'

'That's because you never think about anything else,' laughed Josh. 'Do you
think we'd better get decent before the others get back?'

Harry suddenly looked worried. 'You won't tell Wils what we've doing will
you? I'd rather tell him myself when it's the right time.'

The others agreed. 'Let's get cleaned up then, they'll be back anytime,'
said Josh. 'Then I'm going to have to get a few hours sleep.'


Further down the corridor Paul had already decided that sleep was a very
good idea. It was unusual for him to sleep alone, but after the events of
the previous day and most of the night he was exhausted. He'd stripped off
his clothes and was about to climb into bed when a voice sounded behind
him.

'Cute arse.'

He whirled around, preparing to use his kinetic ability to defend himself
if necessary. Adam stood looking amused.

'Front is cute as well,' observed the asian teenager. 'Sorry to take you by
surprise,' he apologised.

'Knocking may have been a good idea.'

'It's a bit hard to knock before you teleport into a room. I know it's bad
manners but I had to talk to you and I didn't want to be seen.'

'Couldn't it wait until morning?' Paul asked, sitting on the bed.

'It's not far off morning now. I've got a meeting with McCray later and I
need some information before then.'

'I don't know anything that could be useful to the FBI.'

'This isn't for the FBI, it's for us, for the corps. I want you to tell me
what you know about Mark and Dayle.'

Paul looked uncomfortable. 'You should talk to Mark about that.'

'I would, but Mark seems to be on a hair trigger as far as this subject is
concerned. He's always in complete control of any situation, but when we
had the showdown with McCray and Dayle's name was mentioned Mark nearly
lost it.'

'I'm not surprised. Mark and Dayle were close, I mean really close. They'd
been together for a couple of years. About a year ago, just after I joined
the corps, we got a request from the FBI for a telepath to help them in
their investigations. Dayle was one of the strongest we had and volunteered
for the job. Mark was against the idea, but he was overruled by other
senior corps members who claimed it would improve relations between us and
the Feds. Three weeks later we received a call from the FBI to say Dayle
had been killed during a suicide bombing. It took Mark months to pull
himself back together. Dayle had been three years younger than him and had
been lover and little brother rolled into one. Mark felt responsible for
him and blamed himself for not stopping this working for the FBI business.'

'I see now why he didn't want me working for McCray.'

'Mark was convinced that the FBI hadn't given us all the details about what
happened. If you've uncovered something that shows they were at all
responsible for Dayle's death the shit is really going to hit the fan.'

'Paul, after what you've just told me it's really important that you don't
mention any of this to Mark until I'm absolutely sure about the facts. I've
been doing a lot of digging around over the last couple of days and I'm not
sure how Mark will react to what I've found.'

'Tell me.'

The silence stretched out for long moments. Adam grimly stared into Paul's
eyes. 'Dayle is still alive.'


Thanks for reading part 3. Hope you enjoyed it. If you did, mail me with
comments, suggestions etc. to corps_story@hotmail.com.  Part 4 to follow as
soon as I get it finished.