The Black Clover 15
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"THE BLACK CLOVER" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
THE BLACK CLOVER
by Andrej Koymasky © 2018
written on 3rd of April, 1986
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by an Australian friend
CHAPTER 15
MIIM
By Malik's eleventh birthday, we had examined about three hundred boys who seemed suitable to become his select guards, and after the first selection we were down to just one hundred. After the second selection the remainder were intended to become not only the personal guards of the heir prince, but also his companions and probably friends. Therefore, the we were very careful about the personalities of these young ones.
One day I asked Amin: "Do you perhaps hope that between Malik and some of his guards could arise something more than a plain familiarity or friendship?"
"Maybe. I would be glad if Malik could find among them one as precious to him as you are to me."
"You would like him to find a lover among his guards?"
"Why not!? But I do not want to tell him that, to force him to make this choice. If it has to be, so be it. I was really very lucky to find you. Anyway... it is also for this reason that I did not want any females in Malik's quarters."
"But it is not certain it will happen. Malik could develop a profound liking for women, notwithstanding all you may do. And I do not think it would be wise to block him..."
"No, of course not... But no woman ever could substitute what you are to me. I mean, no woman can be to Malik what you are to me. You are my peer, a woman would always be an inferior being, weak... everybody knows that is for the woman to rely upon the man and not vice versa."
"But sometimes the opposite could happen, do you not think? What happened to us does not happen to everyone."
"You are right. But the man that relies upon a woman is in an inferior situation compared to other men, you know that very well. Every man has a friend on whom he can rely upon in case of need, to trust... even if he does not always succeed in developing for him that bond that developed between us. My father had his Visir, and his friends... I have my Visir who is also my lover. Is not that marvellous?"
"As it is me, I can surely not deny it is marvellous. To me it is certainly so. But we are not the rule, you know that very well."
"And this is a real pity. We are very lucky, do you not think so?"
"I am lucky, that is certain!"
"Exactly. That is why I hope for the same for Malik. There are some of the boys that I like very much..."
"Do you not think that lover could try to manoeuvre Malik for his own sake?"
"Yes, of course. It will be up to my son to avoid that, to look for a lover who is really controlled by love and not by covetousness. And anyway you will help me to watch for that, right?"
"I will try. But we must not deceive ourselves. In this world, there are no two men alike, remember. All that has happened cannot be repeated. We cannot be sure that your son will follow our example."
"But I hope so. On the other hand it is not rare for wives to attempt to dominate their husbands. From this point of view, it is not so different."
Finally the day of the circumcision ceremony and of his investiture to Heir Prince arrived. His select Guard had been constituted, the twenty four best boys, and they received their new uniforms. I was moved, because I had vivid memories of the day of Amin's circumcision and the pride I had that first day I was at his service, at his side. I was looking at the boys of the escort of the Heir Prince, almost trying to discover somebody resembling me... but then I smiled. Under God's firmament, I said to myself, two creatures alike can not be found. Or rather, nothing is more dangerous than believing we have found a similar identity. But it was agreeable to look at the Heir surrounded by that maniple of adolescents, proud, handsome, and, I hoped, devoted.
Our life was troubled for a short while by a war against a neighbouring Shaikh having aims of territorial expansion, but we defeated him rather rapidly and our kingdom was further enlarged. But above all the other shaikhs saw that we were able to effectively defend ourselves. In fact a long period of fertile peace followed.
Malik turned fourteen. He was growing well, strong and beautiful, and with his guard he had established a kind of comradeship that made Amin's heart rejoice. Sometimes the Prince was out with his guards, riding as a party towards the desert, or hunting with his favourite falcon. Other times, at Amin's suggestion, dressed in humble clothes, he went round the villages incognito. Amin wanted his son to see personally the living conditions of the humblest people. The sovereign, he often repeated to the boy, is before all the protector of the humble and the poor, because the powerful can protect themselves with their strength. The king is the only strength of the weak. On these occasions Malik was escorted by just one of the boys of his guard, also disguised in humble clothes.
It was after one of these incognito journeys that Malik asked to talk with me.
"Nadim, there is something... I do not feel like speaking about it with my father, but I need to talk with somebody. Do you promise to keep this a secret?"
"Yes, Prince, you can confide in me without worry."
"During this journey happened to me a strange thing... Aziz, my guard, withdrew with a girl of the village. Looking for him, I caught him carnally mating with the girl. Unseen, I spied on them. What I saw aroused me very much. They seemed to be in another world. They were as if transformed, while they were performing this act. A deep bliss seemed to show through their faces. Their bodies were... it was as if they were emitting light! It was something really beautiful. It was evident they were experiencing great pleasure. So I desire to experience these emotions. But I do not know how to go about it... Do you think I am still too young, as Aziz says, to enjoy these things? And if so, how long do I have to still wait? If not, what do I have to do in order to experience this?"
I looked at him with deep tenderness: "I think you could talk about that with your father. Anyway, as you chose me as your confidant, I will try to answer you. No, I do not believe you are too young. Soon or later you have to choose the person with whom to experiment, with whom to share these emotions and it is not written that you cannot begin... But, you see, it is one thing to feel this joy on a purely physical level, yet another to experience them on a spiritual one. One beloved person must be able to make you experience an unique joy, that contains both of them... and this is not so simple a thing."
"But... how do I discover that person? How do I know who it is?"
"Sometimes we can deceive ourselves into thinking we have found such a person. Sometimes we can discover this person only after a long time and several attempts. The loved one that loves you is a great and precious treasure. It is someone you know you can trust completely, to whom you give yourself completely and who becomes completely yours, without reserve..."
"But comes the day I become Shaikh, I can give myself to noone. I must be the most important, all others have to be my subjects. How could I then give myself to someone?"
"If that special someone gives himself completely to you, you remain their Shaikh, and so that person becomes your Lord. Only love can perform this miracle. Sex, just to taste the physical pleasure, means that you use that person and, in some ways, that person uses you."
"So, in your opinion, Aziz used that girl?"
"It is rather likely, and on the other hand she used Aziz for her own pleasure..."
"And yet they seemed happy... using and being used. It seemed a very beautiful thing."
"I am sure it was. But what I want to say to you is that there exists something much more beautiful and worthy."
"Love, you mean."
"Yes, exactly. What those two experienced was just passion, giving vent to their senses. That can certainly be delicious, but if you asked Aziz now what that girl represents for him, very likely he would answer to you that she is just the memory of good fun."
"I asked him, and he said that doing it with her is much better than doing it alone, with his own hand..."
"Do you give yourself relief with your hand?"
"Sometimes, at night, when I feel strange and my thing becomes hard, stands up and quivers..."
"Yes, of course, I understand. And you never did it with one of your servants or your guards?"
"No... at night I am always alone..."
"Do you feel it difficult to be alone at night?"
"At times..."
"And who would you like to have at your side, at night?"
"I do... do not know."
"A friend or a girl?"
"I do not know, really. But someone who likes me... giving me the warmth of his presence."
I nodded, then asked him: "If you wish I will not talk about this with anyone, but I think that it would be good if you spoke with your father. Or, if you ask me to do it, I will speak to him for you. You may be certain he will understand and will help you find a solution. You know he loves you dearly and he would do anything to make you happy."
"Yes, you are right. I will tell him."
The same evening Amin said that he and Malik had just had more or less the same talk as I. We discussed it together. In the end we decided that Malik would have company in his bed, at his choice a male or a female. So, choosing from the harem slaves five young and pretty girls, all willing to cheer up the Prince at night, we created a small private harem for Malik. Then his father, after showing him the five girls, said:
"My beloved son, now you have these girls at your orders to unite as you please. About males, whoever you would choose to cheer up your nights, you have just to try..."
"I can try with males also, father?" he asked slightly surprised.
"Yes, of course. Sometimes a companion of your sex can give you what no woman can. But while the five concubines, and any other slave, must come readily at any time you request, others must agree, and desire it also. This is the prerogative of the free man, never forget it. No shah, as powerful he can be, has the right to demand from a free man what he can demand from a slave or a concubine. But as far as the free person is concerned, be careful he does not agree to join you in bed just from ambition or to win from you special favours."
Malik nodded his understanding. And so begun the sexual life of the Prince.
He tried first with the five girls, then with some young slaves, and then with some of the youths in his retinue. His bed was no longer empty, rather I heard that at times in his room there were little orgies, with the girls, with boys or even with both. And not only in night time! Amin was a little worried about the intensity of the sexual life of his son, but Malik seemed happy as never before and fully satisfied. But, seeing Amin worry, I decided to talk with the Prince.
"Your father and I are a little worried. It seems to us that you have to find a limit to your sexual activities. Pleasure is a beautiful and legitimate thing, but it does not exist for that only. The same as with food, the right amount makes us rejoice, but too much makes us sick. The true man is recognized by his ability to be temperate."
"Yes, I know, but it is so beautiful! With each one it is different, each of them gives me different emotions. And I am young, desire often burns..."
"I agree, and I understand the first days of discovery, but now... There must be some one you like in a particular way?"
"Well, yes... Fahatma, for her fantasy; she is able to give me very intense joy, and each time new fantasies. Then my guard Abdel, who has an inexhaustible energy united to a particular devotion... And also my black slave Monge, so virile and yet so sweet... how can I make a choice!?"
"Well... you can at least try to limit yourself to those three. Moreover, it will be good if you started to look for the right person with whom to share not only your bed's pleasure, but also your life, do you not think?"
"I will try, but... I regret to renounce the others."
"Anyway, Malik, now that you have had several experiences, do you prefer a male or a female companion?"
"Just for pleasure, it is really the same. For friendship I surely prefer a male. But for pleasure it is also very good to do it in threes or in fours... What wrong is there in that?"
"Nothing, I believe. But when you find the person to love, you have to be careful not to hurt that person by conceding yourself too easily to... anybody. But probably these words are pointless: you will understand that yourself the day you fall in love."
"You, Nadim, you have fallen in love?"
"Yes, I am, thanks be to Allah!"
"Is it someone I know? You have not yet married... is he perhaps a man?"
"Yes, the most extraordinary and marvellous I ever met in my life. And I am faithful to him and he is to me."
"I know him? Does he live here at court?"
"I cannot answer you. I have to ask him before if he too agrees to let you know who he is..."
"That means I know him. But I do not want to embarrass you. I just want you to know I think that man, whoever he is, is really lucky to have a lover like you. Do you know that, after my father, you are the person I most admire, and love, in this world? Even more than my mother?"
"I am very grateful, Prince Malik. I too nourish a special affection for you, you know..."
"I would like one day to find a lover like you."
"I hope you find him."
I reported this conversation to Amin, and he wanted us to reveal to his son our relationship. So we called Malik in, and Amin told him everything. Malik listened with attention then, at the end said with a smile:
"I guessed so and I am really happy. I hope to have your luck, father. But I would like to know everything about you two: how did you meet, how did you realize you were in love..."
It was then that Amin asked me to write these pages with our story, to dedicate to his son.
This conversation happened when Malik was sixteen. He was a boy of indescribable beauty, it was a joy for the eyes to see him, and he is still so now. Malik, following my advice, limited his sexual companions and mainly united with the three persons he told me about. I also explained to him it was better not to let word out of his bedroom anything about his relations, especially with the boys. I explained to him how people, too often, do not understand nor accept two men giving each other mutual pleasure, much less love. Malik promised me he would be careful, and he was.
When he was seventeen we celebrated his first marriage: he married a princess who was a relative with the Baghdad Khalifa and that soon was pregnant by him. The princess is not really beautiful, but is a devoted and obedient wife. She has a natural majestic bearing and grace in the official ceremonies that impresses the people. But Malik continued to make love, not only with his favourite concubine, but also with Abdel and Monge. He elected the first as chief of his guards and the second as chief of all his slaves. Malik's first male heir was born to his first wife, and he called his son Ali.
At eighteen Malik decided to go to Hajj to Mecca. The caravan formed, he left with all his guards and took with him also some of his servants, and with them also his favoured Monge. For the sake of his safety we armed the guards with the most modern carbines, as even if the journey was not really long, they had to cross unsafe territory. The Sultan's empire was weakening and the predators band were multiplying dangerously: not all the shaikhs were able to control and to neutralize them as we had done in our territories. The caravan took the sea road, as it was wider and safer, and left acclaimed by all the population of the capital. Many had asked to join the caravan for the pilgrimage, and that was willingly granted. The outward journey went without any problem: weather was fine and along the road they had no encounters.
While Malik was absent, Prince Selim came to visit us. He had been to Jerusalem and before returning home, he decided to come southward to meet us. We welcomed him with real joy and all honours. Amin, as soon as we were alone with the Prince, asked him for news about his son Selim. The Prince answered:
"It is also to talk with you about him that I wanted to come here. He did not come with me because he is slightly unwell. Apart from that, he is really all right. He is now a beautiful young man and he resembles you very much, Amin. Probably this is also one reason why I like him so much... and I felt for him a physical desire, so, about one year ago, I asked him to become my lover. To my great joy, he immediately accepted. He is a very hot lover, passionate, and even if he has a very sweet aspect, he is really manly. The only slight flaw he has is his most lively sexuality. In fact, besides delighting me, and carrying on his duty with his two wives, I know that often he likes to invite in his bed some of his slaves, both males and females, he bought expressly for his mixed harem. Not that I can complain, on the contrary: he answers with real enthusiasm any request I make to him and when he leaves my bed, he leaves me completely exhausted and fully satisfied, even if he, it seems, is ready to start all over again..."
"I rejoice for you. But I did not guess you would be pleased by male company in bed, Prince Selim..."
"In reality I started to think about that possibility when I knew about you two... At that time I said to you that I liked you very much, Amin. So I decided to try love with a male. It was agreeable, but it was not my sole desire because I realised that after all it was you, Amin, whom I desired, I dreamed about. But I could not tell you. So, when I saw you in your son and noticed that he was rather... free in his sexuality, I made my proposition. He is really remarkable in bed, ardent, unwearied."
"My son Malik also has an unbridled sexuality, quite the opposite of myself, for whom Nadim is all I require. Probably they have inherited their lust from their blood father, the good Harkat, who also had an almost bursting sexuality. Another thing they have in common is that, unlike me, they both like to unite with both women and men. Can you wait for Malik to return? I would like you to see how well he has grown."
"Yes, I can stay for a while, if my presence here is not a burden."
"Of course not! You are and remain my best friend."
"If you say so, your Nadim will be jealous!" Selim said jokingly.
"No, because my Nadim is not my best friend, he is another self, and he knows that."
"Your wonderful love is not at all worn by time, I see with pleasure."
"On the contrary. Nowadays I could no more live without him than a man could live without his heart or his soul."
"I am happy you discovered your mutual love in my little beach. I feel as if a part of the merit is mine."
"Certainly, if we did not bathe naked in that marvellous beach, quiet and withdrawn, more years could have passed without us discovering our love. But that day, with my luck, Nadim was not able to restrain himself from caressing my naked body..."
"I often ask myself how I could succeed in restraining all the preceding years. You are so beautiful, my beloved!" I murmured dreamily.
"You know, Nadim, I reflected about one thing: in all the years before we understood we were in love, neither you nor I have looked for sexual intercourse with others, although we felt the stimulus. Our minds did not know, but our hearts did, that we were in love, that we belonged to each other and so we could belong to no other. You see, my beloved, how powerful is love, even when you do not yet know his name? Love truly is the soul of every thing..."
I believe that amongst all poets,
the ones singing of love are the most praiseworthy.
In fact love is the salt of life, the water that gives comfort,
the sun that warms, the palm that shelters from the burning heat.
Without love a man is the ghost of himself,
is inconsistent, useless, empty. He is not really a man.
Praise be to Allah for having bestowed this gift to his elects,
to have given us this fire in the night of existence,
to have filled us with his blessing.
Praise be to love and to all loved, glory be to he who loves and to love,
living spring of any joy and happiness.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 16
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