Date: Sun, 2 Nov 2003 15:54:22 -0800
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Stud Duke - Chapter 4

The last couple of days had been most eventful, bringing us first 12 year
old Timmy, then his 14 year old older brother Terry. The two boys were
beautiful blue eyed blond dolls, both capable of stealing a man's heart and
putting his brain on the end of his dick head. Both of them already had
captured the hearts of Max, Kyle and me, their Daddy Duke as Timmy started
calling me most of the time. When I awoke, I made my way to the bathroom
and found Terry showing his younger brother how to clean himself with a
small douche kit he pulled from the backpack he escaped with the day
before. As I made my way to the toilet to relieve myself, Terry smiled at
me and said. "Your next - bend over Big Guy," rubbed my nude ass as I
pulled away quickly and said, "Get that thing away from me. Not on your
life - nothing goes in my ass bigger than a hot tongue." The minute I was
finished pissing, even before I pinched off the last drops from the long
foreskin with my thumb and index finger, Terry had his nose poking between
my buns. He said, "You mean like this Duke?" He already had my ass cheeks
spread and his tongue was rolling around my hairy pucker. Little Timmy
looked like he was pregnant as he pushed me back just far enough to dump
the seat and sit to flush all the warm soapy water that Terry had pumped
into his bottom. My dick responded to Terry's wild tongue on my anus,
immediately pointing up into little Timmy's face seated on the toilet.
Instantly little Timmy had it to his mouth, licking, sucking and fondling
my balls. I said, "My god guys, you two little tramps are really cock sluts
alright - what a team effort to get what you want from your' old man. I
think I am going to get use to this treatment real fast." I looked over my
shoulder and saw Max standing in the doorway slowly jacking off watching
the two working me over. He smiled at me and shook his head chuckling.

"Hey guys, room for one more in this early morning funfest?" Terry
responded first, "Oh YES MAX!" He jumped to his feet and ran to Max,
dropped to his knees and virtually inhaled his huge, fat dill pickle,
cupped his balls in his hands and started to deep throat. Max pulled his
head off his dick and said, "Fuck Terry, what you got in that throat, a
little electric vibrator," and buried himself again down his throat? OH YEA
Terry, suck it baby. YEA! Work those throat muscles on this big dick!"
Timmy was giving me his all - my balls were on fire and I was going weak in
the knees as one ball pulled up in my groin and seed rushed up my cock and
suddenly shot into his throat. I had to catch myself from falling by
leaning forward for support with my two arms, hands firmly flat against the
back wall until the last spasms subsided. Timmy milked me clean with his
lips then buried his nose in my pubes and sniffed, inhaled and licked, his
little hands still clinging to my danglers.

As I came back to reality, opened my eyes, I saw that Max had lifted Terry
up on the bathroom counter, had his legs on his shoulders, his back against
the wall, and was putting the meat to his pinkie. Terry was making those
sexy little squealing noises and leveraging as tightly as he could into
Max. Max had leaned over Terry with his head buried between his breasts
sniffing and licking, then nibbling on his quarter inch nipples. Terry's
head was propped up against the mirror thrashing back and forth, as he
continued to moan making those little girlish squeals of pleasure. Timmy
and I watched as Max took Terry on a trip to the stars, dropping his seed
into our new son. Timmy and I jumped into the shower and Max took Terry
with him to his bedroom where Kyle was still sleeping. More than two hours
later, going on to 8:40am the three of them joined Timmy and me in the
kitchen. Max whispered in my ear, "My god, Terry is a little nymphomaniac
Duke, even got Kyle so hot he fucked him twice too. Not sure if the three
of us are going to be able to keep him satisfied - he just keeps climaxing
into his palm and eats it right down so not to make a big mess. They
certainly trained him well!"

Right after breakfast Max made the call to the authorities, and by 1:40pm,
Max, Terry, Timmy and I were sitting up the hill across the street in the
van waiting for them to arrive at Dayton's business address. They had
indicated to Max that it would probably be mid afternoon before they could
put a team together to make the raid on the prostitution ring
headquarters. He explained he had to coordinate it with the authorities
from Children's Family Services. They were very pleased with the
information, having tried a number of times before to round up these groups
running pedophile services in the city. At about 2:30pm all hell broke
loose as two vans pulled up at the address, troupers jumped out, surrounded
the house and made the raid. About 20 minutes later four adults and boxes
of records were loaded into another van that showed up. Terry said it was
Clifford, Dayton's partner, then Sheila, Leslie and Dale, employees, but
Dayton was not in the group. Before long one of the officers motioned for
the team from Children's Family Services to enter the building. More than
an hour later the little ones were ushered to the sidewalk where another
van had pulled up to take them off. I couldn't believe my eyes. They were
indeed just little kids, crying and huddled together in fear as Terry
lunged for the door crying and muttering. Luckily, I anticipated this move
from Terry, caught him by the hair and pulled him back into my arms and
said, "No Terry, they would just cart you off too baby! They will be just
fine shortly!" Sure enough, three of the women took them in their arms and
comforted them as we watched the children. Kyle, Timmy and Terry were all
crying now. Max and I were discussing where Dayton might possibly be.

Max told Kyle to keep the boys in the van and he and I approached who
seemed the head officer. Max introduced us, told him that we were the ones
that tipped then off, but the head guy Dayton Jackson must be either hiding
somewhere in the building or off somewhere away from the house. He had his
team search the entire house, even the basement and attic with no
results. He said he would post one of his men inside the house for the
remainder of the afternoon in case he returned, but said Clifford was on a
cell phone when they first entered, probably talking to Dayton. When Max
and I returned to our van, Terry pointed to a big bright purple Cadillac
sitting on the knoll not more than a half block away. Dayton was looking
right at us sitting in the Van. He obviously spotted Terry. Both Max and I
got a good look at him too before we returned to Officer Smith and told him
Dayton was sitting in the Cadillac up the street watching the whole
operation. He must have seen Smith looking toward him, as the next thing we
realized, the Cadillac pulled a UE, squealed rubber, and headed back up the
street. He made a smooth get away! We discussed Dayton on the way back
home, warning the boys that he would undoubtedly try to get Terry back
along with Timmy. They would have to keep their eyes and ears open and
always have Max or I with them when they were out an about.

As we were pulling on to Folsom Street almost to the bar, Max spotted the
Cadillac on our tail and never said a word about it. Max just pulled into
the alley as usual and parked. He then quickly brought the rest of us up to
date and I jumped in the back seat of the van quickly, saw him drive by
very slowly. Max was watching in the rear view mirror, caught him scooping
out the place too as he passed. Max, always the quick thinker said, "Let's
set a trap for him, catch him and give him some of his own medicine before
we turn his ass into the authorities. Kyle, give the boys that tennis ball
out of the jockey box, then go up to the bedroom window upstairs and watch
for him. I know he will park, come walking to check the place out. If the
boys are playing catch in the alley, he will not hesitate, try to scoop
them both up immediately. Duke, you hide by the dump container. I will hide
here behind the van. When Kyle sees him coming down the alley for the boys
he can wave to us; we will jump him and lock him in the cage in the dungeon
for safe keeping for awhile." I said, "That works for me Max. Now Timmy and
Terry, you get out there, stay close together and bounce the ball against
the wall and look like you don't see him as he approaches you."

Sure enough, less than ten minutes passed, Dayton was walking down Folsom,
turned into the alley and Kyle gave us the sign he was approaching. When he
saw the boys playing, he hugged the wall and slowly made his way toward
where they were playing. When he made his move and had both Terry and Timmy
by their long hair, we were on him. He was a tall guy, quite muscular as he
tried to break away from us, but he was no match for us. We finally put
enough punches in him that he just folded and went to his knees. Max had
military training, having been a Marine for years before he retired, knew
exactly how to bring big Dayton to his knees in pain quickly. Kyle came
running, gathered the boys and took them upstairs with him as Max and I
took Dayton to the well-equipped dungeon in the basement. We stripped him
of all his clothing, put a ball gag in his mouth to keep him quiet, cuffed
his hands behind his back, and pushed him into the small slave cage he used
to train cub slaves. The cage was small enough that he would not be able to
stand or stretch out. Max locked the cage securely, turned on the heat, and
we went through his clothing looking to see what he was carrying. His
wallet contained about five different California Driver's licenses with his
picture on them, all under different names and addresses, a social security
card that indicated his real name was Rufus Wood. That wallet contained
over $2,000, mostly in 100dollar bills. In his jacket pockets, we found a
toad sticker knife, car and house keys, a small day-timer log book with
appointments, names, addresses and phone numbers of what looked to be
clientele in the S.F. area. We shut off the lights leaving him in total
darkness as we left him there in pain. We walking up Folsom until we found
his car, drove it back in the alley beside the van, went through it looking
for anything and everything he might have that would further incriminate
him. We found a shot gun, two revolvers, cuffs, gags, entire jars of
amphetamines, over a pound of pot, and another folding alphabetical file
with more names and addresses.  A metal box in the trunk contained another
$4,000 and assorted pills. We left it all in the car and went upstairs to
the apartment to talk about poor Dayton's destiny while in our
captivity. We were careful not to talk in front of the boys, but they kept
trying to listen to our plans for Dayton.

That evening we took food, hot coffee and water to our captive and let him
out of the cage long enough to eat. He was still quite sore and hobbled
around a bit to try to get his legs back from being confined in the small
space the cage offered the 6' 3" dude. He was actually quite good looking
and had a big dick, just as Terry had said. However, the guy had a filthy
mouth and every sentence he uttered had the words fuck, fucker, fuckin, or
motherfucker used as noun, verb, adjective, adverb or the object of a
sentence. We put the gag back on him just to keep from listening to the
filth rolling from his lips. Max and I both agreed that we first would put
him through a rigid training session to turn him into a submissive bottom
and cock slave.  We had big plans for him before we turned him over to the
authorities. We started that first night by shaving all his body hair,
giving him an enema, hosing him down with cold water, putting him on the
rack and teaching him to suck Max as I fucked his virgin ass. We left him
on the rack and brought some of our biker buddies down from the bar that
Friday night that wanted to have some fun with him and turned them loose on
him. By the time 2:00am rolled around Dayton was well used and ready to
curl up in his cage in the fetal position until early morning. The cage
positioned so any bodily fluids or feces could drain into a shower pan and
wash down a drain in the floor, so he was left to use that hole for such
purposes.

The next morning we took Terry and Timmy down with us, had them piss
through the bars on him, give him another enema, watch as Max washed him
down with cold water to clean him up a bit. He ate his breakfast mush from
a dog bowl kneeling on the floor with his hands cuffed behind his back. He
was fitted with a huge vibrating dildo; electrodes attached to his nipples
and dick. The electrodes, hooked up to the control box were set to randomly
send electrical shocks to his nipples and dick head. We left him, tied face
down over the rack, knowing that soon he would be turned on to the electric
shocks as well as the anal stimulation, shooting load after load of
spunk. Max let him shoot his loads for only two days. After that, he put a
cock and ball cinch on him so he could not ejaculate. If he did, he was
treated to a good old-fashioned wiping with the cat-of-nine-tails. Dayton
would get so excited he would beg for release. Max only let him finally
release when he had either his or my dick in his ass and ordered him to
shoot. Every night he kept the cinch on his cock and balls and let the
macho biker guys from the bar fuck him until 2:00am. Before long, Max had
Dayton enjoying a hard fuck and his nipples worked over, knowing it was the
only way he was going to be allowed to ejaculate, and only then when told
he could.

The guys from the bar talked Max into keeping Dayton around for a full six
weeks. By that time Dayton was a full-fledged cock slut and would beg the
guys to fuck his mouth and ream his ass hole. We finally had a tattoo
artist come in and put some tattoos on him. We had 'Fuck me here' put just
above his ass in big bold letters with an arrow pointing to his anus and
'Hot' tattooed over one nipple and 'Cold' tattooed over the other
nipple. We figured it would immediately advertise his social status when he
entered prison. We took all the money he had and put it in a joint account
for Terry and Timmy, kept the pot, loaded Dayton in his Cadillac and
dropped him off with Officer Smith.

We had no difficulty entering Timmy into school, but we had to enter him as
Timmy Mello, since his school records all carried that name. I just said I
was his dad, Duke Mello, and everything went quite smoothly. As far as
Terry, he went to night school, got his GED. He did not really want to have
to go back to school as a girl, face the ridicule once students realized he
was a she-male with breasts and no cock or balls. We let the two boys
decide if they wanted us to adopt them. Terry remembered his dad well,
little Timmy just barely; however, they agreed they wanted to keep their
dad's last name which was just fine with us as long as we let us treat them
as our own. As time passed, both Terry and Timmy learned to like to play in
the dungeon with Max and me. We taught them both all about S&M, bondage and
humiliation. They loved it all, including light pain from the whip and the
electric shock machine hooked up to them. They would squeal with excitement
as we played with them, especially Terry that was quickly changing from a
young boy to a young woman.

Terry made very aggressive demands for his sexual needs and even Timmy was
plugging him regularly trying to keep him satisfied. Between the
medications and his teen hormones, he was constantly begging to screw with
one or the other of us.  Max and I discussed the issue and finally called
on a couple of our biker friends to assist us. Terry took to these guys
like a wild tigress the first time we had the two of them for dinner, and
they played with him in the dungeon with Terry. After that memorable night,
Terry was hot to trot for more of the macho biker guys that gave treated
him to some very rough sex. He finally talked us into getting a false ID
stating he was 21 when he was 18. He was then able to work in the bar. We
made some rules for him. He was never to go home with any guy that we did
not know and approve, he would always practice safe sex, and he always was
to call us if he was not coming home any night. He mixed with the biker
crowd and when he found one that he really liked he would bring them to us
for approval then usually take him in the dungeon and they would play and
that would be all. However, he was getting more effeminate and bold with
guys that he found sexually attractive. It was evident; Terry was lusting
for some of these guys as he prick teased them in the bar and let them
fondle him. Before long he was living by the rules, but going home with
guys on a regular basis.

We noticed that he began to mingle more with the longshoreman and
construction type guys that came right to the bar from work every night,
especially the tall, good looking black guys. We attributed that to him
being with Dayton for over three years. When asked about it, he said the
black guys were better kissers and he loved their big lips all over his
breast, nipples and lips. He started going home with the ones we approved
regularly, which was fine. However, one night these two black guys showed
up that we had never seen in the bar before. I must admit, both of them
were very tall, handsome, macho and muscled black hunks. Terry gravitated
to them the minute he spotted them. They attracted him as a magnet attracts
metal.  He let them know he wanted them and had them playing grab ass with
him after a couple of drinks. Both Max and I talked with them for awhile
before we let Terry take them to the basement dungeon. I looked in on them
a couple of times and they had both ends of Terry stuffed with huge black
dick, and he was definitely enjoying what they were doing to him. It really
turned me on watching them work him over, when suddenly they motioned me to
join them. Already turned on from watching them for awhile, I stepped right
up and let the one guy switch his attention to me. He took my dick in his
hand, before long he had my clothing off and he was rubbing his ass against
my boner. I greased him up, was fucking him when the other guy suddenly
joined him and tried to shove his big black dick down my throat. This was
not going to happen! I pushed him away a couple of times to let the guy
know I did not suck dick. Suddenly the guy I was fucking pulled from me,
the two muscle men worked together like a couple of professional wrestlers
until they had me pinned. I used every muscle in my body trying to defend
and out maneuver these two heavyweights. They had me tied down and gagged
next to Terry in minutes on the rack.

The biggest one said to the other, "I think we got ourselves a virgin ass
here Webster baby! What say we busts his cherry and turns him on to some
big black dick dude?" I struggled, but they had me secured tightly to the
rack as Webster greased me and started to probe my ass with his fingers. He
was not the least bit gentle either, as his partner, the big guy went back
to Terry and continued fucking his hot ass. Web's finger felt like a
red-hot iron as he ravaged my shit chute. The more I tried to squeeze off,
the rougher he probed. He was getting pissed off after he got three fingers
into me and I still was not responding positively to his treatment. He
grabbed the barber's strap off the wall, started to lay it into my ass
until the heat it was generating spread. When he finally stopped with the
strap, I was less resistant to his probing. He eventually had his dick
pushed up against my bottom and lined up. With one quick solid lunge, he
had the head in me and the flames from hell surrounded my pucker hole. He
whispered, "You like that big guy?" I tried to shout, "Fuck you," through
my gag, but it just came out a muffled noise indicating pure agony. Never
had I felt such burning, fire and pain as he continued to lunge until his
balls pressed against my ass. He pulled clear out, then lunged into me
again. I knew I had to force myself to relax or he would tear me up with
his big dick, the way he was pounding into me. I concentrated on
relaxing. As I settled down, a warm feeling spread through me each time his
dick grazed my prostrate gland. I was beginning to realize why bottom guys
like fucked, when he climaxed and he pulled from me.

"OK Wolf, let me fuck the young'ins now en you give this one some of yu're
huge dick buddy!" I had gotten a good look at Wolf's dick when they were
wrestling me to the floor, then securing me to the rack.  Wolf was even
bigger than I was in the cock department. I guessed him to be well over
14inches of black dick that looked as big around as a bat handle or a cop's
nightstick. They traded partners and I soon felt myself spread even further
open to accommodate Wolf's nightstick. He ravaged me for awhile, then
settled in working his dick head over my prostate until he had me right
where he wanted me. I could not resist working my ass up and rotating it
over his mass. It suddenly dawned on me that I knew why Max took it in the
ass and let me work him over with my big dick occasionally when he got real
horny. I found myself moaning and working my oozing dick into the leather
of the rack, letting Wolf respond to my thrusts back over his dick. Terry's
squeals of pleasure laid out next to me made me realize I might be doing
the same thing were I not gagged I was in such pleasure. When Wolf finally
stiffened, made his final lunge and dropped his load into me, I too
climaxed and drenched my stomach with my own load of molten spunk. I could
not believe he had gotten me so excited doing this that I lost it and
dumped my load too.

Wolf stayed buried in me, lay his weight over my back, nibbled on my neck
and whispered to Webster, "Well, I thinks the big guy likes it Web! Such a
nice tight ass on him, a real looker-too for sure! He ran his hand up under
me and felt the cum slick and said, "Yea, he likes it all right. Couple
more times, he be begging for more this big black dick." I thought to
myself. "Sure you big mother fuck, sure - you and your bastard father too!"
He got hard again and continued to display his ability to bring me to
another climax, whispering in my ear, "Bounce you booby for me baby, give
big daddy that ass and show me who be the man." I was trying my best to not
let him know I was enjoying his fuck pole up my ass, but the pleasure
became so intense I finally gave in and worked my ass up to meet his
thrusts. He pulled the gag off me, turned my head to the side and
whispered, "You be my new pussy boy, I likes you big white boys so I can
get real rough wit you. You likes it rough big guy when I get through wit
you tonight!" He loosened the clamps on my legs and wrists. He rolled me
over on my back and re-clamped my wrists. He raised my legs up on his
shoulders and reentered me looking down into my eyes smiling.

"You sure be a looker boy - a real beauty of a man! I loves those big green
eyes an this tight ass!" He leaned over and licked my face then sucked on
my nipples before he started slowly fucking so he could continue nibbling
on my nipples at the same time. Damn, this was really feeling great and I
found myself rotating my ass as he gave me the meat. He whispered, "That's
my man, work those ass muscles, squeeze Wolf's big dick." I could not
resist the pleasure he was giving me at that moment and began to moan and
whispered, "Fuck me harder Wolf! Pound my ass with your dick!" He gave me
exactly what I wanted too.  He let loose on my ass with everything he had,
pounding me mercilessly. The harder he thrust, the better he felt inside
me. Suddenly he stopped, leaned into me and planted his mouth over mine. I
had always heard what good kissers black guys are, but now, with those big
lips devouring and inhaling mine, I was experiencing it for myself. I
didn't want it to stop, when it got even better, as he took my lower lip
between his and worked it into his lips sucking, and fucking my lower lip
between his two sloppy wet monsters. He pulled his lips from mine and said,
"You white boys always go for my big wet lips, really get you hot for big
Wolf." He broke his kiss and went back to his pleasure with my tight ass
until he pulled and lowered my legs and shot his load all over my face,
neck, chest and stomach. He scooped up gobs of his jism and fed it to me as
I licked his fingers of the warm spunk. He pushed his dick back up into
me. This warm feeling up inside me was wonderful - why had I not tried this
before now! He rotated his dick over my walnut as he gave me more slopping
kissed with those gloriously sexy lips. Never had kissing be such a
pleasure for me as now. Had my arms been loose, I would have held him to me
and let his kiss me forever with his cock rotating over my hot spot.

When Wolf and Webster released Terry and me, I was a different person than
I was before I stepped into the dungeon earlier. I now understood how Max
could play both Top and Bottom all these years. I took them up to the bar
and bought them drinks for hours as we talked and I learned that they were
longshoremen, had recently been transferred and moved here from Los Angeles
for the same company.  Before they left for the evening, I had made a date
with Wolf for the following evening, just the two of us.  Knew I was going
to be getting a lot more of that big black dick and kisses from him in the
future. That night when Terry and Timmy crawled in next to me for our
nightly romp, I treated them both with a lot more respect for what they did
for me. I now had first hand experience just how much they must love me
inside them giving them a pleasure I too had now experienced for myself. I
kept kissing them each and sucking on their lips as Wolf had done to me
earlier in an effort to relive the feeling of his huge lips over
mine. Kissing of their lips was nice, but could not begin to compare with
Wolf's lips encompassing mine.

I cancelled all my customers for the following evening so I would be able
to spend the entire evening with Wolf. When he walked through the door of
the bar to pick me up that evening my heart almost stopped as I watched him
strut his stuff toward me standing up at the far end of the bar. The guy
was just about the most handsome black guy I have ever seen, bulging with
muscles off his 6' 7" frame. He was dressed in a pair of faded Wranglers
and a tight white tee-shirt, boots and a baseball cap. Not only was he
tall, dark and handsome, but the guy was almost devoid of body hair, except
for under his armpits and around his groin. I had noted that from last
night in the dungeon. His dark hairless body was a real turn on to me. My
cock immediately began to expand as he approached. He walked right up to me
and put his arm around my neck and pulled me off balance into him and gave
me a little punch in the stomach and said, "Duke boy - you are lookin sexy
tonight. You be ready for some more lovin boy, as he put my hand over his
crotch, then squeezed my ass cheeks? I was like butter in his hands and
found myself leaning back against him and letting his cock press against my
bottom. What a rush he gave me as my big dick snaked down my 501's and
pulsated in the tight material. He whispered in my ear, "Let's go to the
dungeon baby so I can get me some more of this hot, tight ass. I been
thinkin bout it all day and my nuts are bustin for you Duke!"

The way he was rubbing his dick on my ass, I would have followed him
through the gates of hell just to be near him, he even smelled good, just
as I remembered from last night. Once in the dungeon he said, "Loose the
clothing boy and get to work on mine. I pulled a joint out of my pocket,
lit it, took a deep hit and passed it to him as I stripped. He held it to
my lips as I shed the last of my clothing and boots. By the time I had him
stripped, he was fishing another joint out of my shirt pocket and passing
it back and forth between us. I had rolled these joints from the grass we
confiscated from Dayton's Cadillac and it was powerful shit. I didn't warn
Wolf of that fact, as I wanted us to get really stoned together tonight so
I could really get those lips of his working on mine. I let him smoke twice
as much as me and when it hit us both, he went crazy laughing and fondling
himself and me. I led him to the a big leather couch, lay down and pulled
him over me and went right to town kissing him. He responded just as I had
planned it all in my head earlier. His lips went crazy all over my face,
lips, neck, nipples, down to my raging hard-on and back up working his way
back to my lips. I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. I
had already greased up and as he spread my ass with his fingers I just
settled right into them and opened right up. He had that big dick in me
minutes later, lifting my legs up over his shoulders, still kissing and
sucking on my lips. He nibbled and sucked on my lips, covering them with
his warm saliva, working my entire mouth in between his lips and rubbing
his tongue over mine. As he rotated his dick over my hard internal walnut I
began to squeeze, undulating my ass muscles and he just let me control our
movements. He concentrated on my mouth and lips, nibbling, chewing and
licking, the huge lips totally encasing mine in full flavored lip service.

He whispered, "Oh Duke, that be some powerful shit we smoked," and began to
fuck me harder and harder.  He eventually had to stop kissing or neither
one of us would have had any front teeth left. He started to lick and drool
all over my face and neck as he gained momentum pounding my ass with his
cock. It was good last night, but tonight it was fantastic when we both
came together. He would no sooner explode than he would start the cycle
again bringing us both slowly up to full pleasure and another raging
climax. What turned me on to him so quickly? Max was right when he once
told me, "Someday the right guy will take your cherry, steal your heart,
your life will change for the better, and you will never be the same
again!"

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