One Thousand and One Lovers
By Vic James
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Copyright 2014 by Vic James
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One
It was my father's brilliant idea to clone Ahmed Hassan, the most decorated soldier ever in my father's kingdom. Among his many accomplishments, he had singlehandedly destroyed an invading force from Marizlan. He also killed three assassins in my father's bedchamber who had made it past his guards in the palace. Sixteen guards were killed by three presumably Marizlan assassins and those three assassins were killed by a single Ahmed. And without waking my father! Ahmed explained to my father what happened after he woke. Ahmed's reputation was that he was completely dedicated to my father. I knew it to be an absolute fact. He wasted no time and energy on romance or sex. He had never married or desired marriage or pursued a woman. He had no interest in wealth or property. The gifts he was given as rewards were given to the poor, which pleased my father very much. Ahmed asked me to help him decide who was most deserving of his charity, which pleased me very much. After all, he had no free time and that was all I did have. I did learn a lot about the kingdom that way. Assassination attempts against my father became more frequent. After one particularly bloody assassination attempt, my father became convinced he needed more Ahmeds. Father didn't admit it, at first, but I believed he was convinced that he could only trust Ahmed. No other soldier in his kingdom had my father's complete trust. After all, any other soldier or guard could be bribed with wealth, women, or both. It was not only his enemies father was wary of. He had begun to suspect his friends. Father instructed his scientists to give him more Ahmeds. He needed them, badly. It took the scientists a long time. Cloning was easy. Duplicating the Ahmed's mind in each clone was the difficult part.
I am Seven or Seventh, my father's seventh son. Those are my titles. My name is Aydin, although it is not much used. Normally, I could not expect to be in line for the throne. That was fine with me. I didn't want to be king. I was the only one of my brothers who didn't. I saw how paranoid my father was becoming. It was painful to watch, but I knew it was necessary. He might have been killed ten times over, otherwise. Whichever son followed him would face the same thing. Then my older brothers began having accidents, or were assassinated. It was difficult to say which. They appeared to be accidents, but in a year's time, my three oldest brothers, One, Two, and Three were dead. And then, assassination attempts against my father seemed to end. Father became convinced that one of his enemies had switched to playing a long game. They would leave him on the throne, but end his bloodline. My three oldest brothers shared a mother and all had been trained to rule. Brothers Four, Five, and Six were trained to be warriors, by tradition. They would be our ruling brother's core guard, when he took the throne. While my brothers worked and learned, I spent time with Father. I had no duties, however I decided I wanted to be the taster for my father. I explained that I needed to be useful, and there were ways to make tasters immune to poisons. Father never allowed it, although I was persistent about it. I am not sure why it was so important to me. I remember thinking he needed someone other than Ahmed who he could trust completely, and I wanted that person to be me. If I was his taster, he need never fear being poisoned. I could shoulder that. I knew that prisoners were usually tasters, since their deaths were, in many cases, deserved. They couldn't all be immune to poison, I knew. My plan was that we would still use prisoners as tasters, first. Then I would taste. My life would only be endangered if the prisoner was immune to poison. I didn't want to be king, out of fear of being assassinated, but I wanted to be taster for my father. I knew that was illogical, but it didn't change how I felt. It was the right thing to do, I was certain. My father refused to consider it, but always good- naturedly.
Three days before my fifteenth birthday, the scientists spoke to my father.
"We can clone Ahmed, and give each clone his thoughts and memories. The clones take three months to grow to adulthood," the chief scientist said. He spoke into his palm. Ahmed entered the room. He walked up to my father and bowed. The scientist spoke again. I gasped as Ahmed walked into the room. The second Ahmed stared at the first.
"Who is this imposter?" Ahmed Two asked.
"You are both Ahmed," the scientist responded. "You are both copies of him."
I looked at both of them. They were completely identical!
"I am the real Ahmed," Ahmed Two said.
"You are both equally the real Ahmed, as you are both identical."
A third Ahmed entered the room. I saw the long scar on his forearm. The other two had no scars. He stayed at the back of the room, smiling.
Ahmed Two smiled. He walked over and held his hand out to Ahmed One.
"Hello, Ahmed. I'm Ahmed."
They both laughed. Then they hugged each other.
"What a fine looking fellow you are!" one said to the other.
"As are you!"
They laughed again.
Their deep-throated laughs sent shivers down my spine. I thought of something else to prevent my body from betraying me. Yes, I desired him.them. I put my hands on my lap to hide my erection.
My father was very pleased.
"I am thrice as safe as I was yesterday," he said, beaming.
"And each of you," he nodded at the scientists. "Are thrice as wealthy."
All six scientists looked pleased.
"Should we proceed with the number you specified?" the chief asked.
"Yes. Immediately."
I had long conversations with two of the Ahmeds over the next couple of days, when they weren't with Father. The original was always at my father's side. They seemed completely identical. They finished each other's sentences and laughed about it. Neither of them seemed to care that they were not the original. They both were much more concerned with how they would address each other when there were hundreds of Ahmed Hassans. They would need to coordinate their activities and to do that, they needed to know for certain which Ahmed one of them was speaking to. Using numbers for names was fine, normally, but calling someone Four Hundred and Seventy Three was a bit of a mouthful. They explained that in a crisis, they could not waste time on long names. My father turned that problem over to the scientists, to the relief of our three Ahmeds.
The day before my fifteenth birthday, I was talking to the Ahmed clones while my father ate. The original was next to my father. I smiled at Ahmed One several times and he grinned back. The clones with me both looked around the room as we spoke.
"Are you excited about your birthday?" one asked me.
"I'm nervous. Or maybe terrified."
They looked surprised.
"Would you like it if we were there?" one said.
They looked at each other and grinned.
"I just assumed you would be. Where will you be?"
"I meant during your.experience."
I blushed. Father had asked me if I was still a virgin, and in front of the Ahmeds. I suppose he thought fifteen was too old to be a virgin, because he made arrangements to correct that on my birthday.
"Actually, I would. It would be a relief," I said, hoping that didn't give my feelings away.
"A relief!" one said to the other. They laughed.
"One Ahmed is deadly serious. Two Ahmeds are silly," I said. I was joking, a little.
"I'm One," said one.
"No. I'm One, because I'm not silly," the other said.
Then Father dropped a fork, and both of the sprung up, armed at the sound. They could be serious.
I asked them why they joked so much more. Was it because they were clones?
"No. With three of us, we do not have to give our complete attention to everything in the room. He," and they nodded their heads at the Ahmed next to Father. "Is watching, and we trust him completely. It is a relief, after so long, to be able to laugh."
I smiled at them. I was happy for him-them.
Father had one of them with me at all times. It was wonderful having an Ahmed of my own, but I couldn't jerk off. He stayed in my room at night. I was getting very horny, and having a hairy, handsome man next to me all the time made it much worse. I was the only son of my father guarded by an Ahmed, and I thought that was odd.
On my fifteenth birthday, my father was still extremely pleased about the Ahmeds. He had been beaming and giving gifts spontaneously for two days. Personally, I felt like I was being led to a gallows. As I said, he had arranged my first sexual encounter, and I knew it would not end well. He showed me many beautiful women of all ages. My deepest secret was that I had no interest at all in women. I was only interested in one person, who I now wanted more than ever. I was seeing another, fun aspect of Ahmed. But I knew my feelings were pointless. After an hour, or so of women parading before me, Father had me undress so that he could observe whether it was shyness preventing me from choosing. I was embarrassed to be naked in front of them. I knew many of them and two of them were Father's wives. Not my mother, of course. After perhaps the hundredth beautiful woman, with absolutely no response from my body, my father sent everyone from the room. He looked at me and sighed.
"Women do not appeal to you. You are either sick, or you want a man. You do not seem sick."
I looked down at the floor. Tears poured from my eyes. I was ashamed. I wiped my eyes and looked at the puddle of tears on the black marble. He sighed, again.
"I am so, so sorry, Father."
"Tell me, is that why you wanted to end your life as my taster? So that the shame you feel would end?"
I frowned.
"No. That didn't occur to me. It was because I love you so much, I couldn't bear to see you die. And I also wanted you to have one less thing to fear. I hate to see you worried. I hoped I could take my secret to the grave, but I don't long for death."
He put his arm around me.
"That is just as I thought," he told me.
He sighed.
"I had begun to suspect as much. You have never paid attention to pretty women."
"Are you disappointed in me?"
"You are not perfect. Who is? If not this, it would be some other imperfection. I know I can trust you, Seventh. Of all of my sons, I trust you most. That is more important to me. In fact, it is critical. If I had a choice, I would always choose a son who liked men and was trustworthy over a son who liked women who wasn't. But this must remain secret. Do you understand?"
I nodded. I knew that. We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes. I was so pleased I hadn't disappointed him, terribly.
"You are not the only person to carry this shame." He sighed. "If only Effan was not Cleric."
Effan was always pushing to have homosexual acts punished by death. I knew I was not the horrible person he described.
"At one time, no one would have raised an eyebrow about that, you know," Father said.
"It seems hard to believe," I said.
He sighed, again.
"Well, there is no point wishing things are not as they are. You either change things or reconcile yourself to the situation. Nevertheless, you and I both know that how you are not the first person to feel that way. I know another, as do you. Actually, I know several, but I am referring to a specific person."
I looked at him.
"Who?"
"Who makes eyes at you all the time?"
I had no idea what he was talking about.
"Have you never wondered why Ahmed has no interest in women?"
I stared at my father.
"Close your mouth," he ordered.
I snapped it shut.
"Ahmed.too?"
Father nodded.
"And we can trust him. Them. If you had to choose a man, you could not have made a better choice. I would trust no other man with this secret. He desires you. He has never said it, but his eyes follow you."
I sat there, stunned.
"He is a fine man," Father said. "And now that there is more than one of him."
"He doesn't make eyes at me." I paused. "I'm sorry. You would know better than I. You are wiser in all ways."
Father smiled.
"Yes."
I was in shock. It went without saying that he was a fine man. To many people, including me, he was the second finest man in the kingdom, after my father. The best warrior in the world was like me? Wanted me?
Father nodded his head.
"If, for some reason, he is not willing, I will not order one of them to be with you. I do not know that he wishes to act on desires. Sometimes men have desires that, for one reason or another, they desperately wish to keep from acting out. This could be an act he finds too shameful."
"I know that, Father. I would not want him to be with me, if he did not wish it."
Father nodded.
"Put on your trousers."
I did and Father clapped his hands once.
An Ahmed entered the room, quickly.
"Ahmed, will you remove your clothes?"
Ahmed looked confused, although he immediately began undressing. My first sight of Ahmed naked is engraved in my mind. His hairy, muscular body had many scars. Most men would have had them removed, but he considered them trophies, I was told. The scars meant this Ahmed was the original. The clones had the memories of the fights he'd faced, but not the scars.
I got an immediate erection.
"Remove your trousers," Father said to me.
I shyly turned to face the opposite direction from Ahmed as I bent over and removed my pants. When I turned around, Ahmed gazed at me, with his mouth open. He was as erect as I was. I was breathless as I looked at his erection. He was well-endowed, very well-endowed. As I watched, the head of his cock extended partially out of the foreskin. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I suppressed a groan as I watched a drop of precum drip down to the floor. Ahmed was an exceptional man. He had the cock to match. It was a potent weapon, as befitted a warrior of his stature. My mouth was dry. I licked my lips.
"My son desires you, Ahmed. But I will not order you to do anything about it."
"As you can see, Sire, it would not require an order. It is my deepest desire, to my shame."
I was shocked. I looked at Father to see how he would take this news from the man I believed he loved most. Father smiled.
"You will not speak of shame. You will not speak of this at all. Whatever the two of you do, is between you two, alone. But no one must know. I know I can trust you, but I emphasize: no one must know."
Ahmed's mouth fell open.
"His jaw suffers the same disability as yours." Father said to me. I hugged him.
"I love you. I love you, so much," I told him.
"Dress," he told both of us.
He told Ahmed to pull up a chair, and the three of us sat. I watched Ahmed. He was alert to every sound we heard. He looked at my father often, but I knew he was paying as much attention to me and our surroundings as he was to my father.
"Do you wish to sleep with my son? Or are you only interested in sex?"
"Sire, that is my dream, but I would never leave you unguarded. I will sleep in your room."
"One of you will continue to do that. One of you will guard, and the other.well, he is free to do what he wishes."
Ahmed was shocked, as was I. But he took my hand and held it. I looked down at Ahmed's hand grasping mine and my eyes watered. I never dreamed I would even hold hands with him, much less sleep with him.
"Sire, the situation is unique."
Father laughed.
"I would say so."
"My counterparts love Seventh as much as I do. Could we alternate?"
Father looked surprised.
"Yes. I should have expected that when you said it was your deepest desire. Well, that is up to you and my son."
Father looked deep in thought. He turned to a window and looked out of it, for a moment. He turned back to Ahmed.
"Four, Five, and Six failed the test," he said.
I had no idea what Father meant, or why he chose to say it at that time.
Ahmed nodded.
"I knew they would. They want rewards, but not responsibility. Are you considering my advice?" Ahmed asked him.
Father sighed.
"This complicates it. And Effan said two days ago that the kingdom is fortunate that Fourth will be the next king."
Ahmed laughed.
"He is the only one who thinks that. Although people who do not know Fourth may believe him."
"The very idea is laughable," Father said.
Ahmed nodded.
I was shocked to hear that. I assumed my father viewed his sons equally. He had never expressed a preference, as far as I knew.
Ahmed nodded. Then he said, "It complicates it only slightly. A clone? Young, of course."
Father looked thoughtful.
"What woman could be trusted to claim it was hers?"
"A dead one?" Ahmed suggested. "I don't mean to kill a young woman. I meant you might name a woman who has recently died to be the mother, one without family to dispute it."
Father nodded.
No one spoke.
"Are you talking of another clone of Ahmed?" I asked.
"No," Father said. "Of you."
I was stunned. Why would they need two of me? Were we going to have backup copies of the royal family?
"Is that in case I die?" I asked.
Father turned to me.
"You will not have children with Ahmed. Our options are limited. With no erection, you cannot impregnate a woman. Perhaps, if Ahmed was in your bed, at the same time, you might be able. But then she would be aware of your relationship. You could raise a clone of yourself, though. It would be a baby, not an adult, and his blood would be mine, as much as yours is."
"I am Seventh. Why do I need to have a child? Four, Five, and Six are ahead of me. I am certain one of them will have a child. I wouldn't be surprised if Fifth already had one."
"But they failed the test," Ahmed said.
"Test?" I asked.
"They were offered the chance to be my taster," Father said.
I didn't understand at all. Father didn't give me that test. The idea to be his taster was mine. I suggested it. My father definitely didn't. Instead, he refused.
I sighed.
"I don't understand."
"You gave me the idea for the test, Seventh," Father said. "I wanted to know if they loved me as much as you do. I gave them a chance to be a taster. It was clear they were much more concerned with their own lives than with mine. None of them would even consider it. Four thought the idea was hilarious. It confirmed what I thought about him. They know they could not rule the kingdom as well as I can. Therefore they put themselves above the welfare of the kingdom."
I thought about that.
"But I didn't offer for the good of the kingdom. I offered to protect my father, who I love."
"You do not put yourself first, Seventh. That is the difference. You are willing to die before seeing someone you love die. You love the kingdom most. I am certain. I've become convinced that your brothers view kingship as a means to unlimited wealth, especially Four. And I already know you care about your subjects. Well, your future subjects. They are still mine."
I looked at Ahmed. He grinned at me. I looked at his crotch. It was full. I forced myself to think of what my father was saying.
"Four, Five, Six, and Eight will kill me at the earliest opportunity," I said. "Five and Six already despise Four."
I was starting to realize why my fifth and sixth brothers didn't like my fourth. I knew Fourth loved money, but that was very, very common. I would have trouble naming people who didn't love it. I thought about that for a moment. Four names came to mind. Mother, Ahmed, Father, and I had to include myself on the list. I was very comfortable in my room in the royal complex. I didn't long for anything that could be bought.
"Well, you can outrun Eight. He is only two years old," Father said.
Ahmed and I laughed.
"Do you think I would let them kill you?" Ahmed asked me. "Don't forget that in three months, there will be many Ahmeds to protect your father and you."
I nodded.
"But I can't raise eight clones of me. It will be obvious to everyone that they are identical," I said. "One son can closely resemble his father, but identical siblings.
"Damn, Effan!" Father said. "None of this would be necessary."
I was shocked. I looked at Ahmed. He wasn't the least surprised. I could only conclude that was a sentiment my father had expressed before.
He sighed in resignation.
"Well, there are definitely details to be worked out. I am more concerned about keeping the scientists quiet about it. Perhaps one clone will be enough when there are hundreds of Ahmeds protecting you."
That was true! One Ahmed had kept father safe.
"We must speak bluntly of sex," my father said. "Ahmed, I saw you looking at Seventh when he bent over. You wish to be the man. I would be greatly surprised if did you not."
Ahmed closed his eyes, but nodded.
"Is that your wish, as well, Seventh?"
"Yes, Father."
Ahmed squeezed my hand.
"That is the ultimate secret. If knowledge of your relationship comes out, it must be thought that you are the man, Seventh. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Father."
"Ahmed?"
"Yes, that is so, Sire. For the good of the kingdom, and your bloodline."
Father nodded, smiling.
"People will not question that you chose to acquiesce to the young king's advances. It can be explained away as youthful experimentation. Or even better, you could claim it was a punishment. Even Effan could not fault you for that."
Despite Fathers understanding, I was still deeply ashamed. Why wasn't I like Fifth, who thought any female was attractive enough to fuck once?"
"Cheer up, Seven. This has happened before in our line."
I stared at Father.
"And someone else you know experimented with taking his pleasure that way."
My father winked at me. I couldn't believe what he was implying.
"My son will lose his virginity this day, Ahmed. A wise virgin is an oxymoron."
Ahmed nodded, smiling.
"I will leave you two alone."
My father stood and walked out of the room.
I was to be king. I could hardly believe it. More unbelievable by far, was that I would have Ahmed. I looked at him. He looked uncertain of how to proceed. That would never do.
"Ahmed, I wish you to be the aggressor, always in bed. In here, I am yours, not the other way around."
"Are you certain?"
"It is the only thing I am certain of. If you wish to fuck me, I want you to fuck me. I don't want you to ask." He looked surprised. "If your cock needs to be sucked, where else would it go?" He gulped, audibly.
"You meant it about wanting me to be the man."
"I did. I do."
"You are truly certain you don't wish me to ask?"
"Ahmed, outside this room, I may be Seventh. When we are in private, I wish to be your wife, basically. What kind of man begs his wife for sex? Not a warrior like you! Your wife would feel grateful when you want her. I will be."
He sighed and nodded.
"There is a problem," he said.
"What?"
"I have hundreds of cocks which need to be sucked. Or I will, in three months. 'Where else will they go?'"
I gulped.
"That's right! I suppose you need to be the person who decides how that works," I said to him.
"Me?"
"They are you, and I am your wife."
"Do you wish to treat us all, equally?"
"You know better than I. Is it necessary?"
He nodded. "I'm afraid it is. They will all love you. Should they go through life watching only one of us make love to you?"
I ran a finger over a scar on his forearm. He shivered.
"I have longed for your touch."
"I have longed for yours, Ahmed."
"I will touch you, Seventh. All of us will."
I felt his erection in his trousers. I rubbed it. He sighed.
"Your cock is beautiful, Ahmed. I have seen a few, and it is the most beautiful I have seen."
"I am pleased you like it. Your lips will be on it, often."
I grinned. "Now?"
"No. Not now. Be patient. After I finish-after I inseminate you, I will send the other Ahmeds to you." He thrust his crotch up. "But maybe you don't want three of these 'beautiful' cocks."
"I think I do, now that you mention it," I said.
"How many of them do you want?"
I smiled at him.
"Five hundred and one, I think."
He grinned.
"There will often be many of us in your bed. We will enjoy watching the others, waiting for our turn."
I groaned.
"It is up to you to decide how you use your wife, Ahmed. If you decide seventy men should fuck me, I will bend over and hope they enjoy themselves."
Ahmed grunted. He looked at me through hooded eyes.
"The clones should have memories of your father's consent and this conversation, Seventh. Otherwise you will have to give this speech to each of them. They would not trust hearing it from another Ahmed. It is far too great a liberty. I would assume it was a joke, and they would, too. It may be too late to update the newest clones' memories, but they are still very small. Perhaps something can be done."
I nodded.
"I wouldn't think they would implant the mind so soon, but I don't understand the process. How long will it take? I don't wish to be a virgin when I go to sleep."
He laughed.
"One of us will be with you, with his cock inside you when you fall asleep. That is how I choose to have my wife sleep. Never fear."
I felt a scar on his hand.
"Do the scars bother you?"
"No. But I want to lick and kiss each one. You got them protecting my father."
He pushed down his trousers and showed me one on his hip.
"This one I got protecting you."
I didn't know.
"Thank you, Ahmed."
I got on my knees and kissed the scar. I licked a line along it. I pressed my face in his crotch and sniffed. I heard him sigh. His erection was pressed against my cheek. I gazed upon his erection. I took it in both hands and kissed the underside. Ahmed grunted. I rubbed my cheek against the head. He pushed me away. I was hurt.
"I have no wish to have my semen in your hair-" He paused. "At this time."
I grinned and he chuckled. He ran a finger over the scar on his hip. I kissed it, again.
"It bothers my counterparts that I have them and they don't."
"Can the scientists help?"
"I don't know how, short of near-mortal wounding the clones."
"Ask when you go down, will you?"
"Certainly. I am very pleased you like my scars. I am very proud of them."
"You should be."
He stood.
"Undress. I will send the other in here. I want you to play with yourself while you admire his--my naked body, but no sex with him! He must be on guard."
"Maybe, if I just knelt in front of him and sucked him, gently."
Ahmed growled.
He shook his cock.
"You wish to suck this?"
I gulped and nodded.
"That is good, but it doesn't matter. You will suck enthusiastically, whenever I allow it. And you will swallow what I give you."
"Oh, Ahmed!" I murmured.
He looked pleased.
"This is like our wedding day, isn't it?" I asked.
He looked surprised.
"I suppose it is. It is all the wedding we will ever have. Your father did give you away to me. That is a wedding. It is difficult to believe that ordered me to take your virginity."
"They are missing all this, the two other Ahmeds. I want them to know this is our marriage."
"The one at the door is listening to everything we say. We always do. I will tell the other your instructions in your presence."
I nodded.
"And the others-the new clones--will remember this," I said.
Ahmed nodded.
He pulled his trousers up.
"Before you go, I have one question."
"Yes?"
"When will I have your semen in my hair?" I asked, grinning.
He bent down and sucked on my earlobe, briefly.
"When there are many of us. I decided I want to see forty or fifty of us cover you with our semen."
I groaned.
"Oh, you like that nasty thought of your husband's!"
"I do!"
"I will be like a general commanding my men to fire!"
I laughed.
"Shot by my own husbands!" I said. "I knew five hundred and one was two or three too many!"
He laughed.
"I will be back soon. Play with yourself while you look at your husband's cock. If you come, so much the better. Leave it on you. I will enjoy licking you clean."
I nodded. I stood. He turned to leave.
"No kiss?"
He turned and pulled me into his arms. Our mouths met and we kissed. It was my first kiss, and it was better than I'd imagined sex would be. With his strong arms wrapped tightly around me, Ahmed's tongue explored my mouth. I ran my tongue over his. I reached up and felt his stubbled cheek as we kissed. He pulled away and sighed.
"I want you to kiss my counterpart, before I leave. I want to watch. I think I will enjoy watching the others fuck you. I am very much looking forward to it. Seeing the pleasure they get, before getting my own."
I smiled.
He called to the other, who entered grinning. We kissed, while the original stood guard. It was exactly the same kiss. That was wonderful. It wasn't better or worse, and I was glad about that. It was a good thing that making love to one would be the same as making love to another.
We pulled apart. The second Ahmed undressed. As soon as he was naked, the original Ahmed left the room.
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