"Carl, come here," Jack yelled, "I called you ten minutes ago!" Somewhere upstairs the slow thump of unhurried feet came through the floor, and Jack sat down, steaming.
"Finally," he snarled, turning to look at the young man who's slouched through the door, a young man identical to himself in almost every respect. The one difference, down to the genetic level, was the intricate necklace of oak leaves tattooed around the base of the boy's neck. This was the mark of a clone, and the multicolored ink glittered in the afternoon light.
"Yes, Jack," Carl asked, his eyes fixed on the ground between his owner's feet.
"What the fuck do you think, huh? Get over here and suck me." Jack undid his waistband and pushed his shorts down to his ankles. His thick seven incher bobbed up in the cool air, already hard and leaking a single clear drop at the tip. Carl dropped to his knees in front of him and took it to the root in one practiced swallow.
Jack leaned back into the cushions and closed his eyes, one hand twining in the clone's silky hair. "I've got some news for you," he said, feeling Carl's hummed reply buzz through his crotch. "I'm trading you to Jimmy for the night. Tomorrow after school you'll go home with him and Dave will come with me. You're to give him every satisfaction, you hear me?" Jack's fingers tightened in the boy's hair, holding his face down pressed into his groin, and he waited until Carl hummed again before letting him go. "Good. Now finish me quick, I've got to go to the game."
Jack's parents were upper middle-class, and as the latest must have accessory they'd had their eldest son cloned. The science of cloning had advanced a long way, enough so it was possible to grow a full size clone in just a year, so Carl was physically the same age as Jack. He'd only been aware for three years, though, so even though he was quite clever, there was still a gap in maturity. Few people minded this gap, since most clones were bred for obedience, not smarts.
While Jack was at school or, as now, playing baseball, Carl spent his time cleaning the house and working out. He made full use of the basement gym, since Jack had made clear he wouldn't stand for a fat clone, but even so time hung heavy on him, since he was forbidden to go outside. The few times he'd been let out of the family home were always in company or, like the upcoming night, as part of a trade between Jack and his friends. Jack never went with him on those nights, since seeing his body fucked by and sucking his friends was too weird, but he always made Carl describe what happened as soon as he returned.
The next morning Carl rode to school with Jack, and spent the day sitting in the office under the watchful eye of the secretary. Four other clones were waiting there too, though they didn't talk to each other. Carl had nodded to Dave when he sat down, but otherwise he lost himself in a book. He was so good at this that the final bell took him completely by surprise.
"C'mon, you," Jack snapped, waving at him from the door. Carl followed his owner out into the parking lot, where they met Jimmy and Dave standing at their car. "Remember, treat him like you'd treat me," Jack hissed, before pushing him into the back seat. Dave scampered off after him and Jimmy put the car in gear.
"Good night, mom," Carl heard Jimmy yell before he came thundering up the stairs. The young man bounded through the door and locked it behind him, turning around to smile at Carl in ill-concealed glee. Carl knew that Jimmy had a crush on Jack, and had even once asked him to jerk off together, so tonight's trade was a long-desired treat. Even if he would be fucking a copy, at least it was his buddy's body, and to a teenage guy, that was what mattered. Jimmy was already springing wood just from looking at him.
"Strip," Jimmy said, his voice thick with lust, and he was out of his clothes before Carl had even stood up. Carl didn't bother teasing or putting on a show, since it was obvious that Jimmy wanted to bury his cock quick. He simply undid his waistband and pushed shorts and boxers down to his feet, stepping out of them and stripping off his socks. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the pile.
"Have you loosened yourself up yet," Jimmy asked, putting his chilly hands on Carl's chest and caressing the smooth muscles. Carl shook his head, cursing himself mentally since he knew Jimmy wouldn't care about his comfort. And indeed, the boy said "Oh, well," and shoved him backward to land on the bed.
"Pull your legs up," Jimmy said, pumping his dick with a handful of lube from a convenient bottle. "Are you clean?" He wasn't asking about hygiene, since he made no move to find a condom. Carl pulled his legs in the air and took hold behind his knees, spreading his ass for his owner's friend. Jimmy took that for his answer and stooped down to line up his dick, spearing inside without further ado. For the next ten minutes he rode Carl's ass hard, slamming his hips into the boy's ass, never touching the soft mound of Carl's cock. Several times he reached down to turn Carl's face upward, forcing him to meet his eyes, and the sheer animal lust on Jimmy's face showed that for him this was a dream come true. His best friend and boyhood crush's body lay open beneath him, taking his thrusting dick without a murmur, and he fired off his load into the depths of Carl's tight ass, grunting and sweating in a moment of pleasure so intense his face went utterly blank. He collapsed on Carl's chest and lay there, panting, until he regained control enough to stand.
Jimmy fucked him again before dozing off with his semi-hard cock plugging Carl's ass. He tried not to move, since he knew Jimmy would be mad if dislodged the softening meat, but the soreness and the stickiness of drying cum made it difficult. At last, he managed to fall asleep.
At no time during that night or the following morning did Jimmy kiss him or touch his cock. His goal was pleasing himself using Carl's body to do it, and since he had to have Carl back by noon made the most of his time. Two fucks, a shower blow job and one last slow suck as they drove to Jack's house, and Carl was finally through. His hole hurt, his mouth tasted of stale jizz, and he wanted nothing more than to sleep, though he knew there were chores to be done at home. He nodded at Dave as the other clone passed him in the driveway, and then climbed up the stairs to shower before starting to clean.
Late that night Jack examined Carl's puffy, reddened hole under the light of his bedside lamp, seemingly fascinated by the thought that another guy's dick had been in there. "Did it hurt," he asked, probing at Carl's pucker with a delicate finger.
"Yes, since I hadn't loosened it up before he fucked me. He did use lots of lube, which helped, but it still hurt." He winced as Jack pried at the tender flesh with his fingertip, sliding it in just to the inner entrance.
"But if feels good once it's inside, right? I mean, you get off on being fucked, yeah?" Jack had never been fucked, obviously, and had never fucked him. Carl didn't know if he'd fucked anyone at all, though it was likely since he'd traded Carl for several of his friend's clones before this.
"It can, I think," Carl replied, shifting involuntarily as Jack's finger dug deeper. "If the person fucking you takes care not to hurt you, and tries to make you feel good." He didn't say that at best all he'd ever felt was relief it was over, since none of his partners had ever had any reason to care about his pleasure as well as their own. Most of the time he simply waited it out, responding to the thrusts sometimes by tightening his hole or pushing backward, but with no real heat. Jack pulled his finger from his ass and walked into the bathroom to wash his hands. Carl took this for dismissal and went into his own room to fall into a deep and dreamless sleep.
The next several days were as boring as any. Jack went to school and came home, got Carl to suck him, and then went off to practice. Once he had Carl sleep in his bed, curled up to spoon against his back, but aside from the daily suck he didn't ask for anything else.
That Friday, Jack's coach cancelled practice and he came home early. He'd gone to a friend's house after school, so this was the first time Carl had seen him that day. He ran up to take a shower and afterwards lounged around in a pair of worn-out basketball shorts, shirtless and barefoot since his parents were away for the weekend and there was no one to nag him. He kept Carl hopping with requests for food and drink, though as night drew in he seemed to have something on his mind.
"Hey, Carl," he called, pitching his voice to carry through the house. "C'mere." Once again his clone slowly obeyed, in no hurry to fetch yet another bottle of beer. Jack was sprawled out on the living room recliner, naked but for his shorts, and nursing an obvious hard on through the silky material. Carl sighed to himself and started to work up the necessary spit. Jack's next comment took him completely by surprise.
"Have you ever licked someone's ass," his owner asked, not meeting the stunned clone's eyes. Carl was too shocked to answer right away, so he had time to see that this was a question Jack really wanted to know. His dick was rock hard and had soaked the front of his shorts, and the way he stared past Carl at the wall showed how uncomfortable he was.
"Yes, a couple of times. It's not bad if it's clean." Carl stopped himself there, since the answer to his next question, do you want me to lick yours, was clear. He wasn't going to make it easy for Jack, though, so he took the clone's revenge and played dumb.
Jack waited for awhile, the silence stretching out between them. Carl knew what he wanted, and Jack knew that he knew, but neither was willing to make the first move. Finally Jack cleared his throat and said, "Uh, will you lick mine?" His eyes were still fixed on the wall.
"If you want me to, Jack, I will." Carl waited again, until Jack forced himself to nod. Then he knelt and pulled Jack's shorts down and over his bare feet.
This was the first time Jack had ever asked him to touch his ass. Despite using his mouth for relief every day, Carl knew that Jack was primarily straight. The only reason he liked having Carl suck his dick was that the clone had no choice, and didn't even really count as a person, so Jack could honestly say he was totally straight. What he was asking Carl to do now, though, was a different story. Having another guy rim his ass, even if it was only his clone, was verging on queer, and the conflict between curiosity and shame was raging inside him. Curiosity had won for the moment, but Jack still couldn't look down as Carl lifted his legs up to expose his tight virgin ass. Jack's breathing increased as Carl's lips moved toward his hole, and the instant he felt the warmth of Carl's touch his whole body flinched. Carl pulled back and waited, seeing Jack's heartbeat in the throbbing of his dick, and when the boy had lain still for awhile he leaned his head back in.
Rimming was not one of Carl's favorite chores, but he tried to do as good a job as with anything else. The light fuzz on Jack's balls tickled his nose as the overwhelming scent of aroused teen male filled it. He worked as much spit as he could onto the tight pucker, tracing it with the tip of his tongue and occasionally licking up from the cleft of Jack's ass to the base of his balls. The boy wriggled and groaned, loving the feel of Carl's tongue exploring his hole, his legs jerking as Carl held them up and apart to get his face in between. Jack always was a heavy sweater, and beads of it rolled down Carl's face as he lapped away, the tang of salt added to the musk of Jack's ass. He couldn't get his tongue far in, his owner's hole was too tight, but what he did turned Jack on so much that the boy nutted without warning, drenching his stomach and chest as he lay back in the chair.
Carl sat back on his heels as Jack recovered, letting his feet back down to the floor. Neither of them had touched Jack's cock, a fact Carl carefully filed away. Eventually Jack recovered enough to send Carl away, in a tone that betrayed both worry and shame, and Carl took advantage of that to absent himself for the rest of the night, watching a movie in peace.
The next morning Jack still seemed shy about the night before. "I'm trading you to Jimmy again today," he said, in between bites of cereal. "Get your stuff ready." The ride over would have been awkward if Carl had expected anything else, but he sat in silence easily enough. When they got there Jack and Jimmy went off to play videogames in the basement, leaving the two clones alone. For once, Carl was eager to talk to someone else in his position.
"So, Dave, how're you doing," he asked, as he followed the other clone out to the garage, where the garbage needed taking out. "Jimmy treating you well?"
"As well as can be expected, I suppose," Dave replied, lifting the garage door up. "How about Jack?" Dave was obviously expecting this to be one of the standard clone conversations where they proclaimed nothing but loyalty to their owners, but Carl shocked him by replying, "Oh, pretty good today, since last night I rimmed his ass." The garbage can lid dropped from Dave's stunned fingers and spun in a circle before clattering to the concrete. The blond boy stared at Carl, his blue eyes wide as he absorbed the impact of what Carl had said. "Really," he whispered, leaning in as though their owners might hear them. Carl nodded and replied, "Really. Tongue up the ass and he came without touching his dick." Dave's face split in a delighted grin, as though some of the degrading crap they dealt with had finally been paid off. "Hah, Jack takes it up the ass," he crowed, his cheeks flushing bright red. "Who would've thought!" Carl had only grinned in reply when a bellow brought them back to their duty. "Carl, goddamit, where are you?" They hurried back out and into the house.
That night with Jimmy was basically a repeat of the first. He fucked Carl twice before bed, driving his loads in deep before falling asleep with his softening cock buried up the clone's aching ass. Another leisurely morning fuck took them to breakfast time, and Carl had a chance to shower while Jimmy ate. Then, to his surprise but not absolute shock, Jimmy called him into the bedroom where he lay naked on the bed, and told him to rim his ass. Carl crawled up between his muscular legs and lapped at his hole, hairier than Jack's and even muskier since Jimmy hadn't bathed since fucking him thrice. As drained as he was, Jimmy lasted a quarter of an hour before his hand dove down to pound on his dick. The boy shuddered and screamed, not inhibited in the least, as a few drops of cum drizzled out of his overworked dick. Carl pulled the boy's dick toward him and lapped at the head, sending tremors throughout Jimmy's body as the nerves overloaded on pleasure. Finally he lay still, utterly spent, and Carl crept away to shower again.
Rimming was added to Carl's daily chores from then on. Jack would still fuck his mouth in the afternoon before practice, but almost every night he would call Carl to his bed to tongue his ass before going to sleep. Most times Jack would cum after ten minutes or so, but some days he wouldn't, his cock perfectly limp as Carl lapped away. On these days Jack lasted longest, having Carl rim him for half an hour or more before sending him away without cumming. Slowly, Carl got the impression that a plateau had been reached, and the next step in Jack's pursuit of pleasure would involve something else. He had no doubt that his owner would take his sweet time in crossing that final divide, but Carl did take pleasure in the thought of what might come.
Sure enough, there came a night six months after Carl first put his tongue to Jack's ass where his owner called him into his bedroom and locked the door. Jack turned to him and said, "If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you." Jack's face was completely serious, and even though killing a clone was punishable by life in prison Carl felt the blood drain from his face.
Slowly, his eyes never leaving Carl's face, Jack stripped off his pajamas and stood before his clone completely nude. His dick was semi-hard, plumped out over his nuts without standing upright, and he watched dispassionately as Carl stripped without being told. Both boys were now nude, the one half excited, the other not. Jack pointed at the bed and Carl sat, watching as his owner lay down with his head on the pillows and his ass toward his clone.
"You know what I want," Jack husked, his voice thickened by the floods of testosterone streaming through him. "I don't want to say it, ok? Just get the lube and fucking do it." Jack lay his head back on his pillows and stared up at the posters tacked above his head, all of young naked women and all formerly the focus of his late night sport. Now, out of an obscure sense of betrayal, he couldn't meet their printed eyes. Carl hesitated only for a second before fetching the lube from Jack's bedside table and slicking up his dick, now rising at last. Indeed, it was rising so hard it felt liable to break, but he sternly told himself to relax. Much had to be done before he could cum, and if he didn't please he wasn't sure what Jack would do to him. Carl took his hand away from his dick, scared he would burst, and looked down at his owner's crotch.
Jack shuddered as Carl's fingers touched his balls, but otherwise he didn't react. Carl slid his fingers down under the heavy sack to find the pucker beneath, toying at it with a lubed finger to start the loosening process. Both boys inadvertently took a clinical view, treating each other like animate meat, both to avoid offense: Jack didn't want to seem too eager, and neither did Carl, since to take joy in fucking his owner might be considered an insult, even though he'd been told. Despite that, as Carl's fingers probed and teased, Jack's head sank back deeper into the pillows, his breath coming in gasps. The inner gate was open now, as Jack relaxed his guard, and Carl's fingers had free reign. The angle was awkward but he managed to slip in and find Jack's prostate, working it to bring a higher pitch to Jack's moans. All those months of anal pleasure had been leading up to this, and neither boy was going to stop lightly.
Carl pulled his fingers from out of Jack's ass, and pumped another load of lube over his now leaking dick. His owner looked up at him as he prepared, but when Carl moved up between Jack's spread legs he closed his eyes again, his straight-boy mind unable to see what was happening. Carl took a pair of pillows from the pile near Jack's head and hoisted the boy's bare ass upward, placing the cushions to keep it at a convenient angle. Now, erect, lubed and leaking, Carl moved in to penetrate at last.
Despite his determination and fear, Jack was unable to not look when Carl's dick touched the cleft of his ass. It took a second of searching to find the little hole, and as Carl's thick head rubbed up and down Jack's eyes met his. Once more the boy looked away in shame, unable to acknowledge the pleasure that his body so desperately craved, and his eyes remained tightly closed as Carl's dick started to nuzzle in.
All the fingering in the world will never entirely prepare a virgin hole for its first fuck. The feel of a real dick, thick, solid meat, hot as blood and eager to fuck, pushing into your most private place can never compare. Jack's hole clamped down, keeping the invader out, and Carl froze with his cockhead just starting in. Slowly Jack fought it, forcing himself to relax, and when the way was clear Carl again pushed in.
This time the whole head got in, surrounded by Jack's ring as it pulsed and gripped. Again he relaxed, helped by the solidity of his clone's dick, so thick that the muscle couldn't contract and loosened perforce. As Carl felt him relax, he continued his journey within. Slowly, deeper and deeper, the heat of Jack's body swallowed Carl's dick now without pause, until his pubes were pressed firmly against his owner's taut cheeks.
Jack let out a great sigh as he felt Carl's dick touch bottom, his eyes rolling back in his head. Carl's whole body burned with pleasure as his owner took his entire dick, a start on years of repayment. Carl left his dick there, fully planted, until he felt Jack accept him, taking the intrusion of meat and reveling in the joy it gave. Now he started to fuck, slowly increasing, as Jack's moans guided him on the pleasure he gave.
Intellectually, Carl knew that his and Jack's bodies were exactly the same, yet he still marveled at the pleasure being fucked gave Jack. The boy's face was flushed and senseless, his eyes mere whites as they rolled back in his head as his mouth uttered an unbroken stream of moans. To him fucking had been nothing but a chore, but as Jack's ass began to hump against his thrusts he saw how it could be something more, when you actually desired it. The tightness and heat were ungiving, wringing such pleasure from his glorying dick that he knew he couldn't last much longer. He pounded away, tearing breathless gasps from his owner's throat, and unbidden Jack's dick began to spurt. Untouched, unnoticed, the boy's cock fired cum that flew up as far as his face. Carl's dick was wrung so tight he had no choice but to nut, filling Jack's hole with a full load of sperm. Desperate to cum, to cling to the pleasure of flesh, both boys ground together, one giving, one taking, united in soul at last.
Carl looked down, and noticed that Jack's eyes were open. His dark brown gaze met that of his clone, perfectly matched, and both knew that things had changed at last.