Doubling profits

by TwinReplica

Anthony was the rich business prodigy; Reginald, his trusted friend and butler. Everything Anthony has been building towards is now entering a new phase. With his business empire expanding, it’s time to introduce another business partner—himself!

Anthony pulled up to his manor after a long day of work. Not that it was that long, really; he just had several meetings he had to attend, though many of them were somewhat time-wasters, he needed to be out of the house while his new amenities got installed. Namely a room for his new cloning machine. With all the demands on him, plus his desire for more wealth and time for self-improvement, he figured the only person he could trust with his company was... well, himself!

Known for his prompt nature, savvy business skills, and efficient communication style, Anthony knew this would change… everything. There was no time to waste. His butler and trusted assistant, Reginald, was putting the final touches on the machine. Reginald and Anthony were the same age and quickly built a rapport with each other as they grew up in their respective roles at the manor. They complimented each other: Reginald’s large, imposing bodybuilder frame and Anthony’s slim yet powerful build. Reginald’s big muscles bulged as he twisted a wrench, screwing the final piece into place.

“Ah sir, I see you have arrived.”

“No need for formalities, Reggie,” Anthony said. “It’s just us, though it won’t be for long.” Anthony smiled, his own pecs straining with excitement as he sauntered over to the machine. “I take it everything is ready? I know a 24-hour turnaround was a big ask, but—”

“Yes,” Reggie beamed, bringing Anthony into a big hug. “It’s all prepped for you, sir—I mean, Anthony.”

Anthony hugged Reggie back before pulling away, “Though, Reggie, if it were possible, I’d love to use this alone; I don’t want to spook our new guest.”

“Of course, Anthony,” Reggie said, smiling warmly. “I’ll go prepare dinner for you... two?” he said with a wry smirk.

“Whatever, yeah sure.” Anthony laughed. “You’d better get used to seeing two of me around here,” he chuckled. Reggie excused himself to prepare dinner with the kitchen staff.

Anthony took a moment to breathe. The world wasn’t ready for one Anthony. After his father died, Anthony took over the family business and took it to new heights, completely dominating the hotel business in North America and Australia. What would happen with two Anthonys? Could they expand to Europe, Africa, and Asia? The whole world?

“Here goes everything.” Anthony smirked as he pressed the power button, and the cloning machine came to life. Now he just had to step in and press a second button from the inside to start the cloning process. This was to prevent nefarious parties from cloning an unsuspecting party while they were in the machine.

Anthony took a slow, deep breath and stepped into the machine. It was cool inside and smelled new...that new plastic smell that most things had nowadays. He raised his hand to the button, exhaled, and pressed it. The machine glowed a soft green as it scanned him up and down, “like an old printer,” he thought somewhere in his brain.

For a moment it felt like his body exploded with power, as his body was fully scanned. He felt powerful, really in tune with his body. It was no wonder he was labeled as the rich bachelor of the year for the last five years. His muscles pumped with anticipation. Once the scan was complete, he stepped out of the machine with even bigger confidence.

As he did, he heard the output side of the machine open as well. A chill ran up his spine as he looked over to his left and saw…

Anthony’s eyes opened in the chamber, remembering being scanned, though the view outside of it was just to the right, meaning he was in the output side now. He was about to meet himself for the first time. He smiled in the chamber as he opened the door, hearing the input side open as well. He looked to his right, and a chill ran up his spine.

It was him. Anthony. Brown hair, bearded jawline, toned body under a slightly relaxed-fitting Oxford shirt and chinos...arms, legs...all of it was him.

Anthony put on his signature smile and confidently walked towards himself from the output side, hand outstretched for a handshake. The Anthony on the input side sported the same smile, happy to see someone with the same initiative and drive as him.

“Anthony, nice to meet me, I’m—”

“Anthony, I know, it’s nice to meet me, too. Literally.” They both chuckled with their famous husky laugh. Hearing it in stereo took some getting used to, but both Anthonys enjoyed the power the other exuded.

“Wow, our hands feel”

“Powerful?”

“Yes, very powerful”

“Well, you have to have a strong handshake when—”

“Meeting someone powerful, especially—”

“When they’re going to be your business partner,” the twinned man said as the other finished the other’s sentences. Their grin widened. Having someone who fully understood him without having to be explained to all the time was going to be refreshing and already proving to be a great time saver.

“Reggie’s making some dinner if you’d like to come,” they both said in unison before laughing again, the resonance in their chests feeling right at home.

“I was also going to suggest if you wanted to chat about what two of us could do, now that there are two and it’s not just theoretical.” Anthony winked.

“Nothing about us is theoretical.” The other Anthony winked back.

“This was the perfect decision.” both said as they went in for a hug, their eyes meeting for a brief moment. Both their hearts skipped a beat, but they kept it to themselves. After all, there was business and dinner to attend to.

As they hugged, they felt warm inside. A man like him barely had time for real relationships, platonic or otherwise, and this might have been the first hug either of them had in... well, they didn’t know how long. But before they relaxed too much into it, they broke and smiled. “Let’s go,” said Anthony.

The two Anthonys walked throughout the manor with the same confident gait, one slightly in front of the other. Soon they were walking beside one another, stepping in tandem. They made their way over to the dining wing and thrust open the doors to the main dining table. It was adorned with modern decor as well as a long, sleek table that could seat twenty. Both Anthonys went to sit at the head of the table and chuckled. Luckily the head of the table had room for two seats, and after some adjustments, both Anthonys were ready for dinner.

Reggie then walked in and nearly dropped the plates he was holding. It was a split-second movement, but both Anthonys caught it. Was Reggie nervous? No, couldn’t be, they thought.

Very little went under Anthony’s notice, and much less would now, that there were two of them. They wondered why Reggie would be nervous; he was the best in the business, and Anthony didn’t hire him on a whim. Before that line of thought could continue, however, Reggie placed the plates down in front of the twins.

“Your dinner, sir...s.”

“Please, Reggie,”

“We talked about this,”

“Call me Anthony,” both said in unison, making Reggie flush slightly pink. What was up with him tonight?

The larger man seemed to briefly shrink into himself before just as quickly composing himself.

“We made your favorites tonight, An-Anthony and—um… Anthony. It’s lemon chicken breast with mashed potatoes, asparagus, and a glass of Merlot. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go freshen up.” Reggie turned and left the room.

The Anthonys made a mental note to check in with Reggie at some point. He was more than a butler; he was—Anthony caught himself slipping into thoughts of romance before snapping out of it. What was up with him tonight? Maybe all the excitement of the cloning process being a success had gotten them all nervous and jittery.

Their attention turned back to each other.

“Anthony, please enjoy,” Anthony said as he raised his wine glass to his lips. “Welcome to my...no, our home and our new life together as business partners,” he said as Anthony raised his glass and they toasted themselves and their success, not only in business but also in making a new friend.

“To our new life together as business partners...” Anthony replied before continuing, “… and as trusted confidants. Having Reggie was already a vital piece of our business growth: having myself as another? I don’t know if I could trust anyone else more than you, Anthony.” Anthony smirked. “And I know you feel the same way.” He took a sip, looking at his other self with sheer cool confidence.

Anthony smiled and drank another sip himself. It was uncanny. That would be the exact thing he would have said if he were in the other’s position. Not that he should be surprised that his copy had already taken to his surroundings so quickly. He quickly dashed the thoughts of “the original and the copy” out of his head. They were both Anthonys, and that was that. With their business, on the other hand, it was vital they were both on the same page. They could just as easily destroy each other as build each other up, and Anthony had too much pride to let himself get in his own way.

“Now I will still serve as the President,” Anthony said, taking a bite.

“Of course, but so will I. We have to keep up appearances,” Anthony replied. Anthony was right; they would both have to be the president of the company in order for this to work.

“You’re right, of course,” Anthony said, “which means we have to be on the same page about everything.”

“Of course, we can’t go to work and undo the work of the other.”

“It would destroy us.”

“We have enough resources to write off our cloning machine as a failed architectural project, and have the research burned and destroyed.”

“Can’t have our competitors getting ideas about doubling their profits.” They both laughed and sat in silence for a moment.

“Anthony, how do we cover up that there are two of us?”

They thought for a moment.

“One of us will probably have to stay here or be somewhere where the other isn’t when we’re at work.”

“We can’t ever be seen in two places at once,” they reasoned aloud.

“One of us could work from home most days.”

“Reginald is here too, so that will be an adjustment for him.”

“We could build a private office wing in the manor.”

“Yes, Perhaps convert rooms in our basement so we’re away from the public eye.”

“We could simultaneously do work as needed and continue to expand our hotel business worldwide.”

“Then switch off for who attends meetings in person.”

“And who remains at the house with Reggie.”

“Thinking out loud has never been easier.”

“I was thinking the same.”

The twins smiled at each other, “It wouldn’t be the first time I wished more people thought like I do!”

“I’d have to agree; this whole process has been a lot easier to manage already than trying to go over a plan like this with someone like a contractor or an aide or something.” Anthony laughed as he finished his plate.

As if on cue, the kitchen staff came and collected their plates. One of them came to inform them that Reginald had drawn their baths for them upstairs in their quarters. Usually Reginald would have told them himself, but he was strangely absent. Perhaps they would need to move their check-in with Reggie to be sooner rather than later.

“I hope Reggie is all right.”

“Me too, we need his sharp mind.”

“And he’s our best bodyguard. We can’t afford to have him distracted.”

“Let’s talk to him tomorrow morning. He’ll probably be better overnight.”

“You’re right, Anthony.”

“I’m usually right on these things.”

“I know, it’s why there are two of us now.”

Anthony had the foresight to have his private wing reconstructed so everything was now doubled. His bathroom had been expanded and mirrored. His bath/shower had been opened up so there was quintuple the space. The “bath” was practically a large pool at this point. Plenty of space for both Anthonys to step in and relax and wash themselves with plenty of extra room to spare. Both Anthonys were preparing and undressing in their master bedroom, which had also been expanded and doubled in advance.

Functionally the master bedroom had just been mirrored across one wall and doubled, and the pair began to undress themselves while facing away from the other, to give him privacy. They highly valued it. Though they both had thoughts in the back of their minds, a desire to take just a small peek at the other. See how identical they actually were. However, that moment would come sooner rather than later, as their bath was planned to be together; “to save water” was their reason, but... well, they had to know…

Both looked away from each other as they stepped into opposite sides of the bath. The water splashing behind them as their double stepped in was their only clue that they both had made it into their state-of-the-art bath/pool/jacuzzi. They both opened their eyes slowly.

“Reggie did a good job with the renovations.”

“While we are the brains, he is the muscle.”

“And we like him that way!”

Anthony said before realizing his words, and he sat up, revealing his chiseled chest.

“Did you just admit we like Reggie?” Andrew replied before sitting up in the same fashion. Both now sported the same shock.

“I think you admitted it just there as well.”

“I guess I did.”

“Well, he’s certainly nice to look at.”

“And very attentive to our needs.”

“Not a bad person to like at all,” they mused as the steam from the bath wafted around them.

Anthony and Anthony drew closer to each other as their excitement built.

“And have you seen his muscles?”

“We have the best personal trainers. Reginald took great care to outtrain everybody.”

“Something about always wanting to protect us.”

“It’s really sweet!”

“He is.”

Both Anthonys sighed in their new revelation and found themselves suddenly next to each other, holding each other.

“Oh, oops, sorry, Anthony.”

“Oh sorry, didn’t notice.” Anthony started to pull away but then stopped.

“I… kind of like this. Being here next to you. Is that weird?”

“Not at all, we’re with ourselves after all.”

Anthony wrapped his arm around his brother and chuckled, feeling the hard muscle underneath. “You were right, Reggie did do well with his training.”

“Well, he’s quite good at seeing the best in people and bringing it to the surface,” Anthony said, sliding into his brother.

The twinned men stared into each other’s eyes.

“Don’t forget we also can see the best in people.”

“True.” Anthony smiled. His double smiled back. “And what do you see in me?”

“I see a man determined to expand his business.”

“A bachelor everyone wanted…”

“Someone who works hard but never has a lot of time for himself.”

“Someone who deep down wants more than a friend and confidant.”

“An attractive guy who knows what he wants.”

“And besides his best friend Reggie, who he truly wants…”

Both Anthonys drew closer and said in tandem, “…is himself.”

The gap between them closed, and their lips met.

There wasn’t enough steam in the world to hide their red, smitten faces as they shared their first kiss. It was simple; it lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to shift the air of the room to something quite intimate.

“That was…”

“You don’t need to say it, Anthony; I know,” Anthony said, raising a damp hand and stroking back some of Anthony’s hair before pulling him into another kiss. This one was longer and more passionate. A release for the both of them that they hadn’t realized they needed until now.

Their hands roamed the other’s back as they adjusted themselves in the water, wanting more of their bodies to touch the other. It was bliss, it was perfect, it was—

“Oh—” said a familiar voice. The twins broke their kiss to see Reggie standing in the doorway, staring at them, his own face bright red.

Anthony and Anthony separated for a moment, still smiling at each other before turning to Reggie.

“Reggie, it’s good to see you.”

“We had been thinking of you.”

“You seem to be all over the place today.”

“This isn’t like you, Reggie.”

They both said, “We know you too well. What’s on your mind?”

Reginald looked from one Anthony to the other, still beet red, and managed to eke out, “Sirs, I mean Anthony, may I talk with you both?”

“Sure,” they replied.

“In fact, get in here.”

“You look like you could use a relaxing bath.”

“And if you’re shy, which I know you’re not, just think of it as protecting us from intruders by being close to us.”

Reggie obeyed and began to undress, revealing a black Speedo underneath his uniform. It was easy to see why he was a feared bodyguard as well as a butler; his huge pecs, tree trunk legs, and sculpted back spoke of long hours of training and diligence. Now it was both Anthonys turn to be beet red.

Reggie dipped into the pool opposite the twins.

“Now what did you want to tell me—or us?” Anthony laughed relaxedly. It lightened the mood for Reggie, though not by much since there were two of his bosses.

Reggie’s chest heaved with nervousness as he thought of how to answer his boss’ question next. If the moment didn’t feel tense, one may have laughed at how silly this massively muscled man was shifting back and forth in the large tub. Why was he so nervous? he thought. They grew up together; they were practically best friends, but with Anthony, business came first.

“Sir—em, Anthony, I have trained every day in the name of protecting you. Sometimes I-I would have thoughts—”

“About us?” the Anthonys said in tandem.

“Yes, but I figured it was my overzealous nature for the job taking over. But now that there are two of you, I can’t deny it anymore… I have feelings for you, Anthony. Both of you. And I fear it may interfere with our work. It would tear me apart if I faltered in protecting you both because I was too wrapped up in my head. And—”

Upon seeing both Anthony’s raised eyebrows, Reggie withdrew into himself. “Sorry, sir, I may have said too much.”

The Anthonys turned and looked at each other, having some kind of silent conversation. Reggie swallowed hard. What had he done? It was far too much to be so honest like that. And now the twins weren’t looking at him through the steam, and—Reggie didn’t know what to do or how to get out of this. All he knew was the color was running to his face all while his bosses...his best friends...weren’t looking at him...!

“No… this is good,” one of the Anthonys stated.

“If we are to truly be efficient at expanding our business…”

“…It is vital that there is complete transparency between us.”

“We know that all three of our lives were planned by my father in advance.”

“You with bodyguard and butler training and lifelong dedication to us.”

“And ourselves with the keys to our family empire, tasked with expanding the business.”

They traded sentences back and forth so smoothly, if Reggie closed his eyes, it would sound like one Anthony. Their mind link was uncanny.

“So with that being said,” they both spoke before pausing. Now they were suddenly nervous. Reggie’s heart leaped with anticipation. Could it be…?

“You should know that we both value you for your hard work and as a trusted friend.”

“You’re the only one who truly understands us.”

“And we have recently figured out…”

“…that we also have feelings for you.”

The Anthonys stood suddenly and walked towards Reggie, eventually settling on either side of him. If Reggie was red before, he was 10 times redder now. In their cool confidence, both Anthony began to massage Reggie’s massive arms.

“Reggie, you don’t need to be afraid of letting your feelings out with us.”

“We want you just as much…”

The twins put their arms around Reggie from either side before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on his cheeks. Reggie didn’t know what to do. He felt he might melt into the pool he was sitting in from this.

“Was that too forward?” the twins asked in unison coolly against each of his ears.

“N-no!” Reggie squeaked out. “Kiss me again,” he blurted suddenly, “uh… please, sirs.”

The Anthonys grinned devilishly, pleased at how things were progressing.

“We told you…” they both smiled, both keeping one hand on Reggie’s shoulder while placing the other onto his throbbing erection. “Call us Anthony,” they said, before kissing him on the cheek, slowly progressing towards his lips.

It wasn’t long before the twins landed both on Reggie’s lips, three-way kissing each other. Reggie had never been in a kiss like this, and it...wasn’t what he had pictured those sleepless nights he was up thinking about what it would be like to kiss Anthony, but it was magical nonetheless.

Anthony and Anthony, for their part, were feeling the electricity—not only between himself and Reggie but also between himself and his clone. The twins hadn’t kissed each other yet and, frankly, hadn’t expected to, though it was new...and thrilling...and right.

At this point, everyone’s inhibitions went away, and their kisses became more passionate. Hands were rubbing against arms, legs, abs, dicks, and their tongues were exploring everywhere.

It was thrilling to everyone. Reggie was reeling from the fact this was happening not just with his boss and lifelong friend, but with two of them!

Reggie grabbed both Anthonys and stopped them. “Anthony, Anthony…” he growled with desire as he looked from one to the other. “I want you inside me, and I want to be inside you. I don’t care which one of you is where. You can switch off if you want…. Please…”

Anthony and Anthony looked at each other with a mix of surprise, pride, and admiration for their best friend and his request.

“As you wish…” they both said before the three quickly got into action.

The next moments were a blur. No one was sure if minutes or hours had passed, but they didn’t care. Anthony and Anthony would switch positions, not even needing to speak to each other, while Reggie enjoyed his best friend from all angles over and over again.

Over and over again this happened, each of them trying new and different positions with one another until finally the twins couldn’t take it anymore and burst all over Reggie, together as one.

“Fuck!”

“God, that was good!” they moaned as rope after rope of their cum washed over Reggie.

The three lay in bliss as the water began to settle around them. Something had happened this night, and whatever their dynamic was before now, it had permanently changed.

“We should probably get cleaned up,” mused one Anthony.

“I’d have to agree,” the other chuckled.

“Let me clean up with you.” Reggie suggested.

Both Anthonys smiled, and the three spent the next fifteen minutes showering together.

They had often showered together, as Reggie wanted to protect Anthony at all times and Anthony liked spending time with his best friend. Neither admitted it at the time, but they would sneak glimpses at each other. Now all three were openly ogling each other. It was strange to not only feel love and tenderness from his best friend, but also his other self.

“We should do this more often.” Reggie said.

“Agreed,” the Anthonys said in tandem, the three laughing before embracing and kissing sensually. All three, Anthony to Anthony, Anthony to Reggie, and Reggie to the other Anthony. The steam barely could hide their visible boners. The three men all had similar thoughts… Yes… I could get used to this.

Some weeks had passed, and the twin Anthonys quickly moved into a comfortable rhythm with swapping off, one after the other. Their business had begun to gain a foothold in Europe, which was excellent. For now it was only the one hotel, but it showed how well this was going already.

The twins and Reggie had maintained professionalism at work, but when at home, Reggie was spending more personal time with his friends...well, boyfriends? Maybe? They hadn’t yet labeled it.

During dinner one night the twins were discussing how well the business was doing. “But how do we continue this growth?” one said over a bite.

“We have those potential leads in Singapore and Taiwan, but our work in Italy has already gotten our stakeholders interested in expanding into Germany and France.”

“And who is to say that other potential markets won’t pop up?”

“If we want to expand, we would need to have complete dedication to each of our markets.”

“Well… we do have our cloning machine.”

“It may be time to finally make more of us.”

“Part of me liked having one other me. It felt intimate.”

“But imagine the power more of us would bring.”

Soon both were standing in front of the cloning machine, alone like the first time, but this time with a companion.

The twins had moved so fast Reggie hadn’t had time to get a word in until they were about to fire up the machine.

“Sirs—er—Anthonys, are you sure this is the right idea?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Well, the more of you there are, the more you’ll be...well, splitting your time, as it were,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and showing off his impressive tris in the process.

“And… I can’t protect all of you at once,” Reggie worried. “There could be a moment you’re in danger and I’m not there to protect you.”

“Don’t worry, Reggie. We can protect ourselves in the worst of circumstances.”

“You trained us, you know.” They both flexed and punched and kicked with precision to make their point.

“Besides, we planned to make enough of us, so we could have a few of us at home, resting.”

“We could switch off, and none of us would be burnt out by our work.”

“And we could stay on top of each of our markets, so all Anthonys were in the know.”

The machine whirred to life as they pressed the power button on the outside and stepped into the input section together. They had built it so it could hold multiple bodies at once in case they needed to expedite the process.

Reggie nervously twiddled his thumbs; he didn’t know what to do when they got like this, Anthony was so driven and determined, and now... well, that was going to be multiplied even further! The machine slowed down to a halt, and the center chamber opened...at the same time as the output chamber did.

A chorus of groans erupted from the output chamber as the six new Anthonys filed out, stretching their muscles, each just as determined, alluring, and powerful as the last. The original two Anthonys joined them, and after a round of handshakes and tender hugs, Reggie could no longer tell who was who, not that it mattered. Now he had eight best friends and lovers. Who could ask for anything more?

One of the Anthonys suggested, “Next time, five or less each time we use this machine.”

“We were barely able to fit six as it were.”

“You know you liked being pressed up against me.”

“And me.”

“I forgot to account for how much our lust for each other would increase now that there’s more of us.”

“We’re Anthony; we can get right back to business mode at any time.”

The Anthonys were so in sync and smooth with their conversation, Reggie could barely tell which one was speaking. It was fascinating to see his love so focused, yet distracted by himself.

“What mode are we in right now?” a second Anthony said to the previous, his voice dripping with slick horniness.

“I’ll show you.” the first Anthony sensually said. The previous Anthony stepped towards him, leaned in and kissed him. As they moaned and continued slowly kissing, this set off a chain reaction among the other six. Something unlocked in all the Anthonys; they finally gave in to their selfish desires, delighting in each other. Eight pairs of suits quickly landed on the floor as the Anthonys stripped each other, giving winks and whistles of approval at seeing their other selves naked.

Reggie cleared his throat, “Sirs, uh, Anthony, shouldn’t we head to the bedroom?” Reggie asked.

The eight Anthonys gave Reggie the same impatient, playful look. “We’re in a perfectly good room right here!”

Reggie’s body shuddered with awe. He would never get used to how much they could be in sync. “Great, now I have eight hot buffoon business boyfriends!” Reggie joked. The Anthonys stood up straight with excitement.

“We’re boyfriends?” The Anthonys looked at Reggie with glee.

Reggie took a moment and then spoke, taking time to stare each Anthony in the eyes. “Anthony, we’re about to have sex in a cold lab, we’re all hot for each other, and we’ve been best friends for decades. I know you, Anthony. You wouldn’t do this with just anybody, especially just a friend.”

The Anthonys looked at each other, taking in Reggie’s implications, before speaking, trading off their shared thoughts as a different Anthonys spoke each phrase.

“You’re right Anthony—”

“We normally don’t do this—”

“Perhaps we’ve been too wrapped up in business to realize—”

“—that we’re more than friends with benefits at this point.”

“We’ve likely been boyfriends for some time now—”

“—but never registered.”

“What are you waiting for, Reggie?”

“Or should we say boyfriend?”

“Join us!” They managed to say those last two words in perfect unison.

Reggie wasted no time stripping off his own uniform and joining his eight boyfriends. The nine of them quickly got to work; eight pairs of hands felt up every inch of Reggie’s tall, well-built physique, the sensations of which sent Reggie into overdrive.

“Oh, yeah, keep doing that, Anthony!”

Anthony explored his body in new ways; two of him held a third Anthony upside down, eating his ass, tongues wrestling each other, while a fourth knelt and rammed his cock into the upside down Anthony’s mouth. The Anthonys moaned identically with pleasure.

“Mmm our ass tastes so good.” the first Anthony said in between licks

“Agreed.” the second Anthony replied, before tongue wrestling the first inside the third’s ass again.

“Mmmmmmooooahhhhh” the third Anthony managed to moan.

“Yeah feel my big cock in your mouth,” the fourth Anthony barked as he mouth fucked the third.

The other four Anthonys formed a circle around Reggie, who knelt and sucked their identically well-endowed cocks.

“You like our cocks, babe?”

“Yeah, suck it real good.”

“Hey don’t forget about my hungry cock over here!”

“Or mine!”

The Anthonys rubbed each other’s abs and pecs while they kissed, occasionally moaning from feeling Reggie’s mouth on their cocks.

The eight Anthonys and Reggie joined back together and formed a fuck train where they would fuck each other and Reggie, switching positions to make sure each Anthony got a turn in the circle with their boyfriend.

“Oh wow, Reggie, you feel tight!”

“So do you, Anthony!”

“You feel my big cock, Reggie?” The Anthony behind says to Reggie.

“Yep, do you feel mine, Anthony?” Reggie says to the Anthony in front of him.

“Mhmm!”

Elsewhere in the circle, Anthony was discovering why everyone was into him. Identical muscular thighs were slapping plump identical asses.

“Ohhhh yeah!”

“Fuck!”

“That feels so good!”

“Didn’t know my cock could feel this good!”

“My ass feels amazing!”

“Now you know what you’re working with, Anthony, we all do!”

The Anthonys laughed as they continued to fuck each other and Reggie.

The room echoed with moans of pleasure and pain as bodies writhed, pumped, slapped, sweated, and caressed the others.

“I’m gonna cum!” an Anthony shouted.

“Me too!” Another said.

“Oh, Anthony,” Reggie moaned. “Keep going!”

“Reggie!” Anthony moaned back.

The other Anthonys were feeling themselves too.

“Anthony you feel so good!”

“Rrrrr, my cock feels amazing.”

“Keep pumping our fat asses!”

“I’m getting close.”

“Let’s all cum together!”

“Ohhhhhhhh yeah!” they all screamed as they came together, identical streams of cum striking their powerful bodies and Reggie feeling the love of his boyfriends all around him.

The eight Anthonys and Reggie all lay spent on the ground, their bodies sweating on the cool, smooth floor of the cloning lab. Their relationship would never be the same after this night. The Anthonys’ thoughts turned to the ramifications. How would their newfound relationship with Reggie affect the Anthonys’ business empire? What role would each Anthony take on? How do they plan a work/life balance? Could he truly work alongside himself, or would their shared insatiable ambition crash their plans before it took off?

Reggie still pondered how to effectively protect Anthony. He had a thought… should he have Anthony clone himself too? The thought quickly went away as a few Anthonys started caressing his thighs, arms, and hair. Business and logistics could wait… for now the nine boyfriends would think of only pleasure for the night, and perhaps a round two, this time actually in the bedroom.

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2525 Doubled Lane by TwinReplica After a long search, Lane has finally found his dream home, but finds there may be more to the house’s technology than meets the eye. 2 parts 6,940 words Added Jan 2022 6,710 views 5.0 stars (9 votes) No comments yet •Replication•Selfcest•Metabods 25 •M/M•M/M/M/...

11:11 by TwinReplica A young man in his mid-twenties, working a crappy job, and with no romantic prospects, goes home on a holiday weekend to “de-stress.” He makes a wish during 11:11, only to encounter another him! Is this the match he’s been searching for? 1,455 words Added Jul 2025 2,001 views 4.7 stars (7 votes) No comments yet •Replication•Selfcest•Complete •M/M

Dupli-Days: Valentine’s Day by TwinReplica This story follows Parker, a single guy on Valentine’s Day whose wish to be with his true love (himself) comes true! 2 parts 4,998 words Added Aug 2022 7,239 views 4.5 stars (11 votes) No comments yet •Replication•Selfcest•Valentine’s Day •M/M•M/M/M•M/M/M/...

Leg wheel by Martin Boyar Handsome Dave wants to become a wheel of legs so badly that even instructions jokingly made up on the spot actually work! 4 parts 7,253 words Added Jun 2006 14k views 5.0 stars (7 votes) No comments yet •Multicock•All Legs•Lots of Legs•Multiarm•Multileg•Multilimb•Replication•Selfcest•College/University •M/M

Phone sex fantasy by BRK Phone chat was never like this. 2,232 words Added Aug 2004 21k views 5.0 stars (10 votes) No comments yet •Huge Cock•Multi-abs•Multicock•Multiarm•Multilimb•Replication•Size Increase•Selfcest•Complete •M/M

Richard by Josh Dugan Richard's pent-up lust generates multiples, who act out accordingly, while Richard himself stays clear-headed and attentive to his driving. 788 words Added Jan 2006 12k views 5.0 stars (2 votes) No comments yet •Multilimb•Replication•Selfcest

Tuesday by BRK My best bud Kev and I have a secret. Okay, it’s a really badly kept secret—I grow extras. But when Kev starts to change too, we soon find out there are lots of secrets at my school. 7 parts 13k words Added May 2003 Updated 1 May 2021 37k views 5.0 stars (11 votes) No comments yet •Extra digits•Multi-abs•Multicock•Multiarm•Multilimb•Multipec•Replication•Stretchy•Incest•Twins•Selfcest•Body Swap •M/M•M/M/M/...

Centaur professor by James Fourlegs This learned descendant of the famous teaching centaur Chiron passes on more than just wisdom. 2 parts 4,113 words Added Mar 1998 26k views 5.0 stars (6 votes) No comments yet •Four Legs•Multiarm•Multileg•Multilimb•Replication•Stretchy•Detachable•Selfcest•Centaurs