Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2014 16:45:49 -0500
From: Vic James <vicjames2@hotmail.com>
Subject: One Thousand and One Lovers-Chapter Two

                   One Thousand and One Lovers
                          By Vic James
                      vicjames2@hotmail.com
                   Copyright 2014 by Vic James
                     http://www.vicjames.com


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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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