≈ MASCULINE INTIMACY ≈
~ Helpless and horny ~
Troy tried to remember how he was lured into his current predicament, but everything was blurry in his mind…
He remembered he was toweling off after a late gym session and a long shower; the locker room was apparently deserted, but suddenly he felt a strong arm immobilizing him from behind, and a beefy hand pressing a cloth over his mouth and nose. Chloroform, probably. All he knew was that everything went black in seconds.
And now he was kneeling on the floor of an unknown place, stark naked and blindfolded, with his hands tied behind his back. He instinctively tried to close his knees, feeling terribly vulnerable, but a spreader of some sort forcefully kept his thighs wide apart. He couldn’t see anything, but he clearly felt his own cock hard and throbbing; and despite the tension and the fear, he felt his body on fire, a sexual desire that rarely he’d experienced in his almost forty years of life.
Troy tried to wipe from his mind the enticing images of bouncing boobs, wet cunts and peachy ass cheeks that the storm of testosterone raging in his veins was conjuring behind his closed eyelids. «They must’ve given me a drug of some sort…» – he thought, finding hard to believe to be in such a state of arousal, despite the worrying predicament he was. He felt miserable, ashamed of his nudity and his irrepressible hard-on, and above all scared for what his captors were going to do to him… sure enough exploiting his chemical-induced and despised sexual arousal.
He was so lost in his dark thoughts that he realized he was not alone only when an imperious hand grabbed his blindfold and ripped it away. Troy blinked a couple times, and for a split second he thought he was in front of a mirror, because he saw himself naked, rock-hard, kneeling on the floor, staring back at him with wide scared eyes.
But Troy instantly realized that those eyes were not his own; and that was not a mirror: there was another man in front of him, in the very same position and in the very same state of unnatural arousal. The resemblance was remarkable: the same wide hairy chest, the same squared stubbled jaws, the same hazel eyes, even a similar haircut; the unknown man could’ve been his brother, if he didn’t know for sure he was an only child.
Next to his ‘brother’ there was a tall muscular man, apparently in his fifties, in full leather gear, with heavy boots, an intricate harness crossing his muscular chest and a tight leather hood covering the upper part of his face down to his nose; only a dark-blond thick short beard and a lascivious smirk could be seen of his face.
Troy gasped and turned his head, realizing that there was a second captor in the room, right next to him; a man in identical leather gear who could be the twin brother of the first one. The situation was already surreal enough, and it became even weirder when one of the captors flashed a mischievous smirk and said: “Troy, meet Roy. Roy, Troy.”
The two captives looked at each other in total puzzlement. Even their names were similar. What did it mean? Why did the captors choose them?
Troy’s last sparkle of mental clarity was suddenly washed away by a surge of pleasure radiating from his cock sliding into a well-lubed silicon masturbator firmly held by his captor. A moan escaped from Troy’s mouth, but he immediately stifled it, lest to give his captor the satisfaction of seeing him in ecstasy.
“Fight as much as you want” – his captor mused in a deep husky voice – “but you’ll lose your battle. Everyone does…”
While speaking, the leather master slid the silicon sleeve back and forth a couple times, tightening his fist around Troy’s throbbing cock, eliciting a few more choked moans of irrepressible pleasure.
Then, the masturbator was slowly pulled away from Troy’s cock, filled again with lube and slid around Roy’s manhood; Roy reacted in a much less controlled way than Troy, and quickly abandoned himself to the waves of pleasure surging from his enflamed cock. Roy reclined his head back and moaned shamelessly, rocking his hips to increase the friction and get an even greater pleasure.
“It’s about time the two of you get acquainted to each other…” – one captor said, pushing Troy toward Roy; Troy did his best to walk on his knees, until he was at a few inches from Roy. The leather master grabbed Troy’s hard cock and inserted it in the other end of the masturbator, already filled with Roy’s cock; and kept on pushing Troy forward until his mushroom head was firmly pressed against Roy’s.
The other master, the one controlling Roy, pushed his captive’s hips forward an inch or two, making the two cocks inside the silicon sleeve fight for position. Troy protested: “Fuck man…! It hurts!”, but only got in return a firmer pressure on his back.
Troy gasped with disgust, finally understanding what the captors’ plan was; under the pressure, the two hard cocks, slick with lube, shifted inside the elastic silicon sleeve one over the other, firmly pressed against each other. Troy felt like he was sort of ‘fucking’ Roy’s cock, and the feeling made his guts wrench.
The captor behind Roy flashed an evil smirk and gently brushed his fingers on Roy’s nipples; Roy reacted moaning loud and instinctively rocking his hips, making his cock slide back and forth against Troy’s, inside the masturbator.
“Stop it! Stop it!!” – Troy yelled, desperately trying to put a lid on his own horniness and feeling disgusted by the forced sexual intimacy with Roy. An intimacy that, despised as it was, felt irresistibly erotic for Troy’s enflamed body. Roy, hearing Troy’s stern order, shot an ashamed glance, realizing how easily the masters could manipulate his sexuality, and forcibly stopped his hips, panting hard.
“You’re a real stud, uh?” – the man behind Troy sneered – “Let’s see how you take this…”
Troy felt thick fingers slick with lube massaging his unprotected virgin man-hole, and desperately tried to close his knees, to no avail. “Hands off my ass, motherfucker!” – he yelled to the captor, who uttered a malevolent chuckle: “OK, no hands then…”
The slick fingers were quickly replaced by a thick dildo that began pressing on Troy’s inviolate anus. Troy instinctively clenched his anal muscles, but the pressure increased, and suddenly the intruder was shoved inside his protesting hole. Troy gritted his teeth, feeling a sharp pain radiating from his abused ass, but refused to give his captors the satisfaction of hearing him whining or pleading.
The penetration was long and torturous, and when the dildo was fully buried inside him, Troy’s anal ring clenched around a narrower section placed at the very end, making him impossible to push the intruder out without some external help.
Breathing heavily for the effort and the pain, Troy focused on Roy, who at that very moment was receiving the same treatment. “AAAGHH! It’s too big! You’re splitting me apart!” – Roy screamed, scared shitless that the dildo could permanently ruin his pristine hole.
“Roy… Roy!” – Troy called with urgency, looking straight at his buddy – “You can take it… Trust me… Don’t give these motherfuckers the satisfaction of seeing you screaming like a schoolgirl…! You’re a man… Take it like a man…! Look at me, Roy, and trust me: you can take it…!”
Roy frowned, in the supreme effort of relaxing his hole and accepting the forceful intrusion, and bravely shut his mouth, silencing his moans. When he exhaled loudly and shamefully lowered his eyes, Troy knew that he was fully impaled on the wicked dildo, and for a moment his heart went to his fellow sufferer, knowing first-hand how humiliating and painful was being violated that way.
~ Forced lovebirds ~
They could barely catch their breath, as soon the two captors quickly untied their hands, moved their arms like they were puppets, and them firmly locked them in a new position. Troy had one arm stretched across Roy’s back, and the other hand firmly pressed against one of Roy’s glutes, and Roy was in an identical position. If it wasn’t for the ropes forcefully holding them in that position, it seemed that Roy and Troy were holding each other in a tight, passionate embrace. Their chests were pressing onto each other’s, their cocks were still hard and held together by the tight silicon sleeve, their chest hair tickled each other’s skin and they could feel the warmth of their buddy’s body and breath.
Troy’s mind wavered, as he’d never experienced such a mind-blowing intimacy with another man… nor with a woman, for what it did matter. He didn’t want it, he hated his captors for what they were doing to him! But his body, incredible as it seemed, was reacting to the unprecedented, impossible situation with a renewed surge of sexual arousal, and Troy fought like a tiger against himself to ignore the pleasure Roy’s body was giving him.
The captor’s stern order snapped him out of his convoluted thoughts: “You two lovebirds! Kiss! And I mean a real kiss, tongue and all!”
“Fuck you man!” – Troy snapped – “I’m not going to kiss a fuckin’ man!”
His harsh words were still echoing in the ample room when he got an extremely painful electric shock from a taser pressed against his exposed ass cheek.
“AAAARRGGHH!!!” – both Roy and Troy screamed in unison, squirming hard and pulling on the restraint that held them in position.
“I said kiss!” – the leather master repeated with a menacing voice, and Roy shamefully leaned his face toward Troy, who stubbornly refused again: “You can fry me, but I’m not going to kiss a man! Not for the life of me!”
“AAAAARRGGHHH!!” – Roy screamed out of his lungs, and Troy was puzzled: why were they punishing Roy and not him? Roy was ready to obey, it didn’t make sense…”
“AAAAARRGGHH!!!” – Roy screamed again, and the leather master looked straight at Troy and threatened: “The next blow will be even more painful for your buddy…”
Roy looked with wet eyes at Troy and pleaded in a broken voice: “Troy, I’m begging you, kiss me… Kiss me, Troy, please!”
Troy hated his captors, but couldn’t see Roy suffer that way; and the way Roy was looking at him went straight to his heart, plucking unknown strings inside him. Kissing a man was the queerest thing his straight mind could think of, but only a heartless man could ignore as passionate a plea as Roy’s, and Troy nodded briefly, defeated.
He cautiously leaned toward Roy and let their lips touch. He tried to pretend he was kissing one of his many girls, but the prickly scruff on Roy’s face painfully reminded him that the warm, trembling lips he was kissing were those of a man. He accepted the final humiliation of feeling Roy’s tongue tentatively intruding into his mouth and let himself kiss Roy with all the passion he could muster from his reeling mind.
“Nice!” – one captor mused, and the other replied – “Yeah, like two true lovebirds! Ha ha ha!! I say they deserve a prize… and here it is!”
The master clicked a button on a remote controller, and suddenly the two dildos firmly lodged into Troy’s and Roy’s asses started wiggling and buzzing wildly, hitting their prostates in an excruciating way. At the same time, the silicon sleeve tightly enveloping their cocks started vibrating in a random pattern, sending waves after waves of irresistible pleasure to the two kissing captives.
“MMMMPPHH!!” “NNNGGHH!!”, Roy and Troy moaned into each other’s mouth, stimulated in ways and with an intensity that their straight minds couldn’t possibly process. Despite their stern effort of keeping their cocks from fucking each other, they both couldn’t help but rocking their hips in earnest, making their stiff manhoods slide over each other, inside the tight confinement of the silicon sleeve.
Troy just couldn’t believe that what he was feeling was incredibly sensual, and much more intense than any tight cunt that enveloped his cock in the past. But he was determined not to give in to the forbidden pleasure and recoiled, shaking his head: “No… No… Nnngghh… You won’t make me cum, you fuckin’ bastards!”
“Shut up and go on kissing your man!” – the captor yelled, giving a hard slap on Troy’s buttock, and Troy had no choice but comply, locking again his lips with Roy’s and let again their tongues dance their sinful dance.
The pleasure was intoxicating. Deep into his fundaments, the wicked wiggling dildo was pressing buttons inside him that Troy didn’t even know to have, unleashing a lust that he’d never felt in his life. The vibrating masturbator, with its inner bumps and ridges, and above all Roy’s cock incessantly sliding against his own were bringing Troy to levels of arousal and sexual tension that he could barely control.
“I… I won’t cum…” – Troy said almost to himself, recoiling again, and the leather master behind Roy conceded: “You’re a tough one, I’ll give you that, but your fuck buddy, here, seems on the verge of cumming his guts out…”
With that, the master slid his fingers between the captives’ chests tightly pressed against each other, and starter brushing his fingers on both Roy’s and Troy’s nipples, moving his hands up and down in an extremely sensual way.
“Oh fuck…! Oh fuck!!” – Roy gasped, not expecting his nipples to react with such strong surges of pleasure, under that delicate touch. “Hold back! Roy, hold back!!” – Troy ordered, but it was a battle that Roy couldn’t possibly win: “HOLY SHIIIITT!!!” – Roy screamed loud, madly rocking his hips and flooding the silicon sleeve with load after load of creamy man-juice.
“God NO!” – Troy yelled, feeling his own cock bathed with another man’s seed, warm and slick, and shook his head, desperately trying to ignore the stiff cock brushing and pulsing obscenely against his own, while shooting rope after slick rope of manly essence.
But he was determined to resist, despite the excruciating pleasure he was feeling himself, and when Roy finally stopped squirming and moaning, he gritted his teeth and fought with all his strength the compelling desire to give in to the pleasure.
“Nnngghh… I said… I won’t cum…!!!” – Troy stubbornly repeated, and the leather master replied, feigning a bored tone: “Yeah, yeah, you already said that… But you know, I can give you… how can I say… an incentive!”
He pressed another button on the remote controller and Troy felt both the dildo and the cock sleeve increasing their vibration to a mind-blowing level. Troy stiffened, holding his breath, but resisted. He couldn’t stop his hips from rocking wildly back and forth, nor could stop his throat from uttering guttural moans, but he found the strength to hold back his orgasm.
“Fuuuuck! NOOOO…! I can’t take it anymore!!!” – Roy suddenly screamed, and Troy realized that the massive overstimulation they both were subjected to had to be a real torture for Roy, now very sensitive after his powerful orgasm. And Troy was painfully aware that he himself was administering that torture to his buddy, relentlessly brushing his own cock against Roy’s; but despite his efforts, he just couldn’t stop the thrusts of his hips.
“Troy, cum!! Please!!” – Roy pleaded, but Troy shook his head, gritting his teeth. And yet, he just couldn’t ignore the desperation in Roy’s tone, when he added with broken voice: “Don’t do it for them! Cum for me! I’m begging you, Troy, cum for me!”
No matter how much Troy hated his captors, he couldn’t leave his fellow sufferer in such misery; he dove his gaze deep into Roy’s eyes, briefly nodded and let the flood gates open: “FUUUUUCCKKKK!!!!” – he screamed, thrashing hard against his restraints, while the orgasm he’d forcefully held back for so long finally exploded in his groin, wreaking havoc on his body and his mind. Troy felt like his very soul was being spurted through his cock, and for a moment he felt he was about to pass out; but suddenly he felt Roy hold him even tighter than the ropes forced him to do, and heard him whisper into his ear: “Thank you… Thank you…”
Troy couldn’t think straight, swept away as he was by the hurricane of emotions and physical pleasure raging inside him, but held tight his buddy, as if he was a solid rock in the middle of the stormy ocean; and all the while, that sweet 'thank you' still echoed in his ears, making him feel... loved.
At long last, the orgasmic contractions trailed off, and the dildos and the masturbator stopped vibrating. Troy went on hugging Roy, panting hard, and moved his hands to his upper back and his waist, to hold him tighter. That was the moment when his mind registered it: his hands were free to move! When did their captors untie them? How long he’d been free to break that despised man-on-man intimacy? Troy knew well that now he could easily push Roy away from him... but he didn’t. He gazed into Roy’s eyes, without uttering a single word, and then ground again his lips against Roy’s, giving him a kiss that made all the earlier forced ones look like chaste pecks.
Troy’s mind was reeling, he was willingly kissing a man! But after the mind-blowing experience they just shared, that kiss felt so right, so heart-warming, so…
“Time’s up!” – the stern voice of their captors echoed in the wide room, and strong hands forcefully separated the two kissing men. “Nooo!”, Roy screamed, his voice tinged with a desperation that went straight to Troy’s heart. But immediately a cloth wet with chloroform was held over their faces, and both Roy and Troy lost consciousness.
~ Back to ordinary life ~
A month later, Troy was getting dressed for a night out with a girl he met at a pub a few days earlier. He tried to remember her name, but he couldn’t.
As a matter of fact, since he woke up naked in his own backyard, one month earlier, after the ordeal with Roy, the only thing he wanted was to forget everything and go back to his life; but it wasn’t his old life the one he was now living: he was rather trying to reassert his masculinity, his role as a straight man, dating a different girl every few days and making love to them like there was no tomorrow.
Sure enough, his girls appreciated the sheer passion he put in making love to them; and the many orgasms Troy’s experienced cock granted them invariably left them pleasantly exhausted and satisfied. But for Troy the sex didn’t feel as wonderful and satisfying as it was for his girls, there was no connection with them, not enough complicity, not enough intimacy.
Intimacy. The word, for Troy, had acquired a totally different meaning, after the ordeal he was subjected to. With Roy, he experienced a level of complete intimacy that he’d never known before, and never experienced again afterwards. It was an intimacy that went even beyond the physical proximity, it was something that went much deeper, and that thought made him feel sick, made him feel less of a man. Fuck, he’d gazed into Roy’s eyes and had cum for him…!
But how on earth could he ignore Roy’s trembling voice pleading “Kiss me, Troy… Cum for me…”? Troy shook his head, trying to convince himself that he did what he did only because he was forced to, by the captors and by Roy’s ardent pleas; but a small voice inside him reminded him how pleasurable and fulfilling felt kissing Roy and cumming for him. Intimacy. There was such a complete intimacy with Roy that hurt as hell, now, being unable to feel again what he felt during the ordeal.
Troy mentally recalled to his mind the countless fucks he’d given to his countless girls, desperately trying to find something that could vaguely resemble what he felt with Roy, but not a single face, not a single name came to his mind. He couldn’t deny it any longer: the greatest intimacy he’d felt in his life had been with Roy. A dude. A hairy and well-endowed specimen of virility.
“I don’t want to think about that!” – Troy yelled to himself one day, realizing that he was absentmindedly reminiscing once more about his unforgettable experience with Roy. But what tortured him was that he knew nothing about Roy, apart from his name. Where did he live, what was his job? Was he married? Was he… no, Troy didn’t want to wonder about it… but…was Roy thinking of him?
The doorbell interrupted his convoluted thoughts. A bored courier pushed a small box into his hands, saying that it was all paid, asked for a signature and went away. Troy opened the box and had to sit down, because his head was spinning: inside, there was a silicon sleeve, the very same he shared with Roy, and a note with an address and some directions, and a date for the next week.
“Fuck!!” – Troy yelled, throwing away the box and its content. He was desperately trying to forget! But deep inside he knew that he would be there.
The next week, following the directions written in the note, he entered an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the town and climbed down to the basement. He heard some voices coming from a room and went in. There were many unknown people inside, but Troy’s eyes instantly focused on Roy, who was standing alone in a corner of the room, holding a note similar to Troy’s.
“You’ve come…” – Roy said, uncertain, coming closer, and Troy huffed: “I don’t really know why!”
“I… I’ve thought of you many times, since we first… met” – Roy said, extending a hand to hug Troy, who reacted shoving him away: “The fuck, man? Are you gay or what? What do you want from me? Do you want to smear your disgusting juice all over my cock again?”
Roy’s reply shocked Troy: “Hey, fuck you, man! I’m as straight as you are and I didn’t choose to be kidnapped and brought to that basement! I had no choice but to take what they were giving me! But unlike you, I adapted to the situation, because that’s what smart men do! I’m ashamed for the way I begged you, but fuck, they were frying my ass because god forbids that straight stud Troy kisses another man!! I came here hoping to see you again, but really, I don’t know what I was thinking. Get lost!”
Roy turned to go away, but Troy held him by his shoulder: “Wait! I… I’m sorry, I… Don’t go away, please!”
“Troy, neither of us chose to do what they made us do” – Roy said in a more soothing tone – “and I still can’t understand why they picked the two of us, and for what purpose. But I know that it was… intense. I hated myself for the way my body betrayed me, but the connection I felt with you, the complete intimacy we shared, was something I just can’t forget, or pretend it didn’t happen. I don’t feel less of a man, and you shouldn’t, either, because what we’ve done is just a new layer on top of what we were before: our experience together didn’t change us, it enriched us! Now, if you want to forget and go back to your life, do it, I will understand, and I will never search for you… as painful as it’ll be for me.”
Troy looked around uneasy, mustering the strength to utter the words that burned inside him: “I… don’t want to lose you.”
“That’s what we hoped to hear!” – a husky voice boomed behind them, and both Roy and Troy turned to look with wide eyes at the man who’d spoken. Much to their surprise, they recognized one of their captors: he wasn’t wearing the leather hood covering half of his face, but his dark-blond beard, his knowing grin and his deep, commanding voice were unmistakable.
“Motherfucker!!” – Troy yelled and tried to punch the man on his face, but strong arms held him tight: “Wait, Troy, let us speak. It’s about time you and Roy get an explanation.”
The man who’d spoken was, unsurprisingly, the second leather master who tormented them; now, without the leather hood, Troy could see that they were not identical twins like he’d first thought, they just looked alike… just as much as he himself looked alike Roy!
Troy quickly scanned the room, spotting three other couples, and each man had a clear resemblance with his partner.
“I’m Mick” – one of the leather masters said – “and my friend, here, is Rick. And over there, you can see Wade and his friend Jade, then Bill and Phil, and Ben with Ken.”
Roy was the first to grab the truth: “You… You all endured the same ordeal as Troy and me, didn’t you?”
“Well… maybe back then I would’ve used terms like ‘endure’ and ‘ordeal’, but now I think at that experience as a rite that opened my mind and widened my perception of myself and the others. But I can read the next question in your eyes and the answer is no: neither Rick nor I decided to pick the two of you, it was the Master’s decision. Rick and I just executed the orders, just as much as Wade and Jade did with us; they, in turn, were brought here by Bill and Phil. It’s like a chain. Only Ben and Ken were… uhm… ‘assisted’ by the Master himself, they were the first couple.”
“But…” – Troy interjected – “who is this Master? And why does he force two men who know nothing about one another to experience that… ‘rite’?”
Rick stepped in: “Look, I’m not saying I truly believe in this, but the Master is convinced that every straight man has a sort of same-sex soulmate somewhere: two men who are similar both inside and outside, and even have similar names. They are destined to be a couple, but the soulmates won’t ever recognize each other, because straight men stubbornly exclude any possible involvement with another man. When the Master spots a couple of soulmates, he brings them here and lets them discover what masculine intimacy truly means. I don’t really know if this thing of the soulmates is just bullshit; all I know is that when they forcefully separated us, after the rite, I felt like they were tearing off a piece of my heart, and I lived in misery an entire month, before receiving the box and meeting again Mick. Is he my soulmate? Don’t know, but to me he’s pretty much what a soulmate should be. I was married, before meeting Mick, and I truly loved my wife; but with Mick I feel a connection that I’d never experienced with my wife.”
Rick lowered his eyes and added: “I strain to keep my body in top shape, but I’m fifty-six; can you guess how damn hard was for me accepting my true self, after a life spent chasing women? Can you fathom how sick and ‘wrong’ my newly awaken sexuality made me feel? It was devastating. But Mick, here, never stopped supporting me, he helped me find my way, our way as a couple. And this made me fall in love with him over and over again. I’m not afraid of admitting this, now: he’s my soulmate…”
“That’s why” – Mick added – “we were both more than glad to assist the two of you in your rite, when the Master asked us. I know, it’s always a risky move picking two strangers and forcing them to feel something their straight minds refuse, at first; but so far the Master was never wrong. All the couples you see here are bound for life. What about you, Roy and Troy?”
Troy huffed, pointing his chin to Roy: “How on earth can this soft-hearted crybaby possibly be my soulmate?”
Roy retorted, piqued: “How on earth can this stubborn caveman possibly be my soulmate?”
There was a long tense silence, and then Roy turned to Rick: “You felt like they were tearing off a piece of your heart, uh? It’s… uhm… pretty much what I felt when you took Troy away.”
“And I… uhm…” – Troy murmured, shyly – “I may have lived in misery for one month, until I met again Roy here…”
“Good to know” – Mick said – “because it’s your turn, now.”
“Our turn for what?”
Mick pulled a cord and opened a curtain hiding a long window; on the other side, Roy and Troy recognized the basement where they endured… or better experienced their rite of intimacy. Everything was just like they remembered, except that in the middle of the room there were two muscular blond men who could be twin brothers; they were kneeling to the floor, naked and blindfolded. And aroused! Their thick veiny cocks jutted out from their groins, rigid and throbbing, desperately begging for release.
“Zane and Dane are waiting for you two” – Mick said, holding in his hands the hoods, the harnesses and the boots of the leather masters.
Troy shook his head: “I can’t. I just can’t do to them what you did to us.”
Roy looked straight at his buddy: “We can do it, Troy. Yes, it’s weird, but… we can give them the same gift we received, we can let them understand they’re soulmates!”
“Now you call what they did to us a ‘gift’? Naahh… It’s too queer, too weird, I really don’t know…”
Roy gazed deep into Troy’s eyes: “Do you want to hear me beg again? I’m begging you, Troy, let’s do it. Can’t you see it? It’s not just for Zane and Dane, it’s for… us.”
Troy stifled a mischievous smirk and huffed: “You’re such a crybaby…”; and then, out of the blue, grabbed Roy by the nape of his neck and ground his mouth on his, giving him a hungry, ravenous kiss, that Roy reciprocated with passion.
After what seemed an eternity, Troy recoiled with shining eyes and an obvious erection in his pants, and said: “OK, let’s do it, soulmate! And when done, I’ll find some more ways to make you beg. I just love hearing you beg…”
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