One Thousand and One Lovers
By Vic James
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Copyright 2014 by Vic James
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Two
He stood there, guarding me, with a dripping erection. I watched a small puddle of precum grow on the floor, not more than a foot away from where the puddle of my tears had been. I walked up to him and caught some of the drool on my hand. I licked it off.
"Oh! It tastes good!"
Ahmed grunted, but he didn't look at me.
"You aren't playing with yourself."
I slowly stroked my cock while I looked at his. It continued to drip. I wanted more, and there was a puddle of it. I got down and licked it off the floor. Ahmed groaned.
"He won't believe you did that. They won't."
"I'm only doing it for you."
"Really?"
"Yes. I assume the other Ahmed will fuck me first."
Ahmed nodded.
"I want you to feel special, too." I laughed. "And I don't want to get sick from licking the floor hundreds of times."
He smiled at me.
"I love you, Seventh. I know he loves you, too, but he does not love you more."
"I love you, Ahmed. I've loved you since I was eight."
He smiled, but he still didn't look at me, more than brief glances.
I spent a while looking at his cock. I wanted to touch it. Actually, I wanted to be raped with it, but he did need to guard. I was very much aware of that fact.
"So you liked the taste?" he said, after a couple of minutes.
"Yes."
"It tastes better when it isn't on the floor."
I laughed.
"I can believe that! I'll be glad when there are more than one of you. I want some attention. I love your cock so much and I still haven't touched it."
Ahmed chuckled.
"You'll get it. Just wait until the other one finishes! I'll be in here and give you what you deserve-what we both want."
I wrapped my hand around his cock. It was hot and felt wonderful in my hand.
"Is this what I deserve?"
"That and my love."
He pulled away from me and moved closer to the door.
I almost cried. I sat down.
"Will you swallow my seed first, Seventh? I want to take the virginity of your mouth."
"It seems fair, if he is fucking me, first."
"Yes. He will breed you at one end and I at the other."
He looked at me, briefly.
"I have to warn you of something."
"What?"
"You will be swallowing a lot of our semen. I want you to swallow mine, and the others will want it just as much. Every single one of them." I gulped. That was a lot of semen! "I have thought of it many times while I stroked myself. It is a fantasy of mine-of ours."
"If I don't swallow it, who will?" I asked.
He nodded.
"You've given us permission to do it as often as we like."
"I don't even know what it tastes like."
"Mine tastes good. I've tasted it and my lovers have enjoyed it," he said.
"Then I will love it. But I didn't realize you had lovers."
"None were recent. I was much younger. Even though it is my fantasy and you have given me permission, I do want you to be happy. I have my needs and desires, but I want your happiness more."
"This is the happiest day of my life, and it's because of you. Even if it isn't my favorite thing in the world, I want your happiness just as much. If I don't like the taste, I will love making you happy."
He smiled. "You see why I love you?" I smiled at him. "May I repeat all this to the other two?"
"Ahmed, you need to decide that--what to tell. All of you do. You are older and much, much wiser. I'm fifteen!"
He chuckled.
"And I am three months old, Seventh."
"No, you aren't. Your mind isn't. You just had a body transplant."
He smiled at me.
"That is a lovely thought. But then you are a lovely person. I am so proud to be loved by you, and lucky to love you."
I looked down at the ground.
"What do you think of my new body?"
"Oh, boy! It's really, really, really nice," I said, laughing.
"How did they give you all these muscles?"
"I don't know. Maybe electrical stimulation."
"Will you live longer? Than the first Ahmed?" I asked him. "You seem younger than him."
"Yes. The original will most likely die of old age before the rest of us. The chief scientist said that biologically, we clones are about twenty years of age. It didn't seem to be a good idea to spend more time aging us to thirty-six. There was nothing to be gained by it. So we are younger Ahmeds. Ahmed at twenty. Having a beautiful, young wife makes me glad to be younger. When I was fifteen, I could come twice in a day, and I did. At thirty- six that is difficult."
"Oh my! With hundreds of you, and two orgasms a day, everyone in the complex with be slipping on all the Ahmed semen. It will be everywhere!"
He chuckled.
"Maybe it will all be inside you."
My eyes widened. How much would that be, I wondered. Was it even possible?
"When will I sleep?"
"We can fuck you while you sleep."
I laughed.
"And I need at least a minute a day to rule the kingdom."
"Hmm. Perhaps you can let Eight handle that chore for you."
We both laughed.
"I'm distracting you. I shouldn't."
He nodded.
After a few minutes of silence, I asked. "Have you had sex with a lot of men? How did you keep it quiet?"
"I should not have called them lovers," he said. That was a little odd, since this Ahmed hadn't said that. The original one had. "I thought from the tone of your voice that it bothered you. They were sex partners. I knew them and liked them, but I was not in love with them. You are the second person I have been in love with. As far as keeping others from finding out, they were in the army and had as much interest in keeping it discreet as I did. There were.six, now that I think about it."
"Who was the first person you were in love with?"
"Can't you guess?"
I frowned.
"Father?"
Ahmed nodded his head.
"I admitted it to him once."
"Was he angry?"
"No. He seemed flattered. He told me that nothing would ever happen. I knew that, of course. I only told him when he kept asking if I had ever loved anyone."
I nodded.
I could understand why Father might have felt flattered. Ahmed was an incredible man. And I was pretty sure Father would have felt he could trust him even more, when he learned that. The more Ahmed loved him, the safer Father was.
"Any women?"
"Just one. It confirmed what I knew to be true."
I nodded.
"Can we keep this secret? Our relationship, I mean."
"I've been thinking about that. I'm sure the others are, too. One thing we need to avoid is endearments. If I call you Precious, which you are to me, it might slip out."
I nodded. That seemed to be a good idea.
"I will have to tell you how I feel. But I guess you know that."
I smiled.
"You want me almost as much as I want you."
He laughed.
"You have no idea, Seventh. My love for your father seemed to transfer to you, although I still love him. You do look like him. I've been jacking off thinking about you."
"Why me? I'm not the only one of us who looks like Father."
"You look up to me. Your brothers see me as a threat. You are cute, they are manly. You are sweet, they are bitter. You are generous, they are self-centered."
I was shocked by his obvious dismissal of my brothers.
"What? Did you not know that? I knew they would fail any test your father devised."
"How can they see you as a threat? They are dumber than I thought. Except Eight. He's cute."
Eight was my full brother. My other brothers had different mothers.
Ahmed laughed.
"Your father confides in me far more than he does in them. They know that and resent it, even though they wish to avoid responsibilities."
"Three didn't. I know he worked."
"Three worked hard, but his goal seemed to be wealth, not the welfare of the kingdom. That was what your father thought. The king hoped Three would grow to love the kingdom as he did, but Three died before that happened. Three would have been his second choice to succeed him, though. His sons have mostly been a disappointment to him. Not total disappointments, but he would have them all be like you. His successor has to love the kingdom at least as much as he. If your father sent you on a dangerous mission, would you go?"
"I would be terrified, but I would."
"The others failed that test, too. Your father wanted them to visit Marizlan and try to gain information about that family's plots. They refused."
I didn't know what to say.
"Should I plan on going?"
He laughed. Then he laughed harder.
"With an army of Ahmeds, your life need not be risked. Also, you are on the young side."
"Why am I different?" I asked.
"Are you asking why you like men? Because if you are, it's because you saw my penis."
"It was love at first sight!" I said, laughing.
"I think it is because of your mother. I told your father that. That is why you have a new brother. Your father wanted another like you, even though he had already taken a new wife."
Father was still with Mother.
"Whatever happened to her?" I asked, about the wife Mother had replaced. "I haven't seen her for a while."
"Elene travels. She has a young lover who is an officer in the Navy. Your father is not happy about that, but he hasn't forbidden it. Elene is only thirty-three. I wish he would divorce her and let her marry, but that is his decision. I have no right to an opinion."
"Why do you think my mother is the difference?"
"She is a kind, compassionate woman."
I nodded my head.
"I know I shouldn't be talking to you. I'm distracting you, but I've never been able to talk to you like this."
He nodded.
"The same is true of me."
"Will your feelings for me distract you as a guard?"
"Absolutely. If there was only one of me, I would never have sex with you. If I am only paying fifty percent attention, it is fine if there are six of me doing it."
I nodded.
"What is rimming?" I asked. Ahmed groaned. "I heard Three mention it, once."
"That is licking another person's clean asshole."
"Does it feel good?"
"I've been told it is very pleasurable. What did Three say? Did someone rim him?"
"Yes."
"Lucky guy. Or maybe not."
I sighed. Three was shot in a hunting accident. I liked him and I missed him, although we hadn't been that close. He died when I was eight. He was twenty-eight. I was sorry to hear he was greedy, but he was also nice, at least to me.
"I heard you talking about being a wife. Do you wish you were a woman?" Ahmed asked me.
"No. I just didn't know how else to express what I want, sexually."
He nodded.
"Four, Five, and Six are going to be furious," I said. "I dread the announcement."
"Yes. I am certain your father won't announce anything until the other clones are ready."
"I don't know if I can be a good king. I will want to give all my money to the poor. And I haven't been trained."
"Yet," Ahmed added. "And when you are trained, you will learn why you can't give all your money to the poor. That doesn't mean you can't give more than your father, if you wish. You'll learn that some people can't be helped much. If you give them money, they gamble it away. Or they drink it. A month later, your money is in the hands of someone who doesn't need it. But you know that. You just don't have confidence in your common sense."
"Or in your cock."
He laughed.
"You can always trust it will be inside you."
"Can I? Good. It belongs there."
I grinned. He wasn't looking at me, but he was grinning, too.
"I agree, completely."
"Do you think the clone memories should be updated after we have sex?"
"I think we need those clones, now. It might delay when they are finished. We need them too much to have any delays. There are always going to be special memories. Every time I make love to you, I will try to make it memorable."
I nodded.
"They will know what they need to know. You love them and you want them to take you however they please. That's much more important than our first sex act."
"Then why do I want it so bad."
He laughed.
"I need to stop talking to you, little wife. You are far too distracting."
He was probably right. I lay down on the bed, on my side, so I could look at him. I stroked myself, slowly. His back was moderately hairy, but his muscular butt cheeks were very hairy. I wondered if I dared rim him. But I'd licked the floor. Why not?
I got out of bed and walked over to him. I knelt behind him. He looked over his shoulder at me. I pulled his furry butt cheeks apart. He groaned.
"I want to rim you, Ahmed. I know I am distracting you, but I need you."
He sighed. After a moment, he said, "Do it. I'm clean."
I looked at the brown star of his ass. I leaned forward. It smelled clean. I licked it. He groaned. That made me smile. It tasted like skin. I began lapping at it. He groaned loudly and then stopped. I became more aggressive with my tongue. He groaned, again.
"He's coming."
"I wish you were."
He chuckled.
I got back on the bed as the other Ahmed walked into the room. There was big puddle of precum on the floor. Ahmed One looked at me, and then the other Ahmed. He looked at the floor.
"What did you do?"
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"You both have a very satisfied look on your face."
"I won't lie to you. I recited poetry," I said. "The poem is called Barber the Barber."
The Ahmed I'd rimmed laughed.
"It was slightly erotic poetry," I added.
"About a barber.Is that why the floor needs to be mopped."
"I rimmed him, Ahmed. I'm sorry. I couldn't resist."
Ahmed One's mouth dropped open.
"Close your mouth," I said.
It snapped shut.
He looked at the other Ahmed.
"Did he, really?"
"Yes. He said someone did it to Three."
"Lucky guy. Or maybe not."
I stared at him. It was exactly the same thing the other Ahmed said. I suppose I should have expected that, but it was startling.
"How did it feel?"
"Incredible."
Ahmed smiled at me.
"He's going to do it, again."
"I'm not going to do it to you," I told Ahmed One. "Because you left me here when I was hungry and I only had his butt to eat."
He stared at me and then burst out laughing.
"Very funny. You are a naughty boy."
"I know. It's a terrible problem."
"In here, as husband, I will spank you if you do not do what I say. And when you do what I tell you not to do."
"You did not tell him not to rim me," Ahmed Two said.
"Thank you, Ahmed!"
"I told you not to distract him. You did."
"I told you I loved you more than he did," Ahmed Two said to me.
I grinned.
Ahmed, the Original stared at him. "Lie!"
Ahmed Two laughed.
"How could I not love him more after he rimmed me?"
Ahmed One nodded his head.
"That's logical."
I laughed.
"A nasty mouth like yours should be full of my spunk," Ahmed One said.
"He told me I would be swallowing a lot of Ahmed semen," I said.
Ahmed Two slapped his erection in his palm.
"You've eaten my ass, but when I come back in the room, you are eating this."
I grinned.
He dressed, while Ahmed One undressed.
"I love you," I called out, as he left the room.
He mouthed, "I love you."
A naked Ahmed One joined me in bed.
He pointed to a scar on his side.
"Have you seen this one?"
I moved over to him and kissed it. Then I licked along it. He shivered. I looked up at him and smiled.
"I love you just as much, Ahmed."
"I'm glad."
He pulled me up and held me.
"I spoke to the chief about the scars. He said that if we don't want some sort of artificial skin glued onto us to look like the scars, they could be created painlessly, but they do have to be wounds. Not deep wounds, like some of the originals, but cuts. I thought maybe just the most significant scars. What do you think?"
"I want you to be happy. It sounds like the others will prefer to have them."
"Yes."
"Do you think I will be able to love you all, equally?"
He smiled. "So far you are doing fine. I think we will need to communicate with each other. I mentioned that to the chief, too. When you say something significant to one of us-"
"You mean nasty?"
He laughed.
"That, too. Anyway, repeating everything to each one would take too much time. He is going to give us a private communication channel. It will also allow us to speak to specific, um, clones, for coordinating action. And each of us will be able to make announcements to all of us. When you say something to one of us that you want us all to hear, you can tell him and he will broadcast it to the rest of us."
I smiled. "That sounds great."
I felt one of his nipples.
"He told me you won't live as long, Ahmed."
"I am thirty-six and they are twenty. I don't mind. You will be mine for the rest of my life. That is enough. And I will know you still have me. You will be safe. You will have the option of always having young Ahmeds, you know. You can commission more clones."
"A twenty year-old Ahmed wouldn't be happy to see an old Seventh, would he?"
Ahmed was silent for a moment.
"He would wake and cry that he would have you for only a short time. He would remember you as a young, beautiful man and make love to you."
Tears formed in my eyes. Everything was so strange.
"I'm scared, Ahmed."
He held me, tightly.
"I have you. Don't be afraid. I will always be by your side. Many of me. I would never trust your safety to just one or even two of me. Whenever your stretch out your hand, in any direction, I will be there."
Ahmed slid one hand over my side. I sighed as it then slipped between my cheeks.
"I don't want you to refer to the others, in their presence, as clones."
"I understand. I don't want to make any Ahmed unhappy."
"I feel jealous that you didn't rim me first."
"I will lose my virginity to you."
He grinned.
"That's true. I'm glad you did it for him."
"I love both of you."
He smiled.
"I can hardly believe you love one of us, much less two."
"Didn't you know how I felt about you?" I asked him.
"I thought it was just hero worship. I knew I was your hero, maybe even more than your father."
"I collected pubic hair from your bathtub," I said.
He burst out laughing.
"Did you really?"
I nodded. "I wanted to catch you in the tub and see your cock. I never did. Anyway, I sucked on the hair while I jacked off."
He shook his head, grinning.
"It might have been chest hair," he said. "Or butt hair."
"Do you think I would mind that?"
"I guess not, Prince Rimmer."
I laughed.
His finger found my hole and he ran his fingertip over it, lightly.
"I'm looking forward to having one of you at each end. Maybe with synchronized ejaculations," I said.
"What about two at each end?"
"I-Is that possible?"
"I don't think I want your ass to be that loose, but two could shoot into your mouth at the same time. You'd get your synchronized ejaculations."
"Don't you mean your synchronized-"
He laughed.
"I guess I do. I do want you to have a bellyful of my semen."
"Ahmed told me it was tasty."
"You'll do it, then? Swallow it?"
"Ahmed, why are you asking?"
He grinned.
"I forgot."
"I ate some of his precum. It was dripping and I caught it."
"You are a nasty little boy, drinking your guard's semen and licking his asshole. I'm not surprised he looked so satisfied when I walked into the room."
Ahmed wiped his cock and brought his wet fingers to my lips. I sucked on each finger. He gave me more.
"I also licked the first puddle up."
Ahmed grinned at me.
"Did you really lick my juice off the floor?"
"Yes. I wanted to suck it out of your cock, but you said no sex."
"Here. Here's more," he said, as I licked his fingers.
"You will all be different after a while, won't you?"
Ahmed nodded.
"I've been thinking about that. Worrying. What if some of us resent the fact that we are posted far away from you? What if you only want to have sex with me, since I'm the most wonderful Ahmed of us all?"
"All one of the others would ever have to do would be wave their cock around me. I would bend over and open my mouth, to be ready at both ends."
He chuckled.
"After licking my juice off the floor, I can believe that. Don't do that, again, Seventh. I mean it. Poisoned objects are not uncommon and what is easier to poison than a floor?"
"I didn't think of that."
"Maybe the Ahmeds will need to be rotated so that every one of them will have a chance to be with you. It may only be once every few years, but they will know that their turn is coming."
"I wish you were coming"
He laughed.
"You are a nasty little boy. I may have to fuck you."
He kissed me.
"I want to take you hard and fast, Seventh."
"All right."
He sighed. "But that would hurt."
He sucked on his finger and pushed it inside me. It slid right in.
"What have you had inside here, nasty little boy?"
I'm afraid I blushed.
"Um...different.things."
"Did you fuck yourself with these.things?"
"Well, I waited and waited and you never did it."
"It?"
"Fuck me. So I used a cucumber."
He laughed.
"I fucked melons when I was your age."
"Did you really?"
Ahmed nodded, grinning.
"Why did you tell your father you were a virgin?"
I laughed.
"I was afraid he would become angry at the cucumber."
"Yes. Your father is brutal with vegetables. He has them boiled alive."
I laughed.
"Or chopped up into little pieces!"
Ahmed grinned.
"Did you ever fuck one of the melons you were in love with-" He laughed. "-with a cucumber?"
He laughed.
"That would have eliminated the whole point!"
"Did you come inside the melon?"
"Yes."
"I wish I was a melon."
He laughed.
"Oh, you are wonderful, Seventh. The next time I fuck a melon, I will feed you the sweet, creamy flesh after I finish."
"Did you name the melons?"
He laughed.
"Did you name the cucumbers?"
"Yes. They were all named Ahmed."
"I am not certain I like being a vegetable."
I laughed.
"Did you take them back to the kitchen after you finished?"
"Are you joking?"
He chuckled.
"Are you ready to lose your virginity?"
"Yes!"
He grinned.
"I need to get oil. I will be right back. I will send the guard in, but please do not distract him. Don't forget. There is only one of you. I could not bear to lose you. In my grief, I would not be able to protect your father."
I nodded. So much for being playful with the guard. I couldn't let anything happen to my father, even if I didn't care what happened to me. (Which I did.)
He left and the Ahmed outside walked back into my room.
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