Careful who you go home with (m/m) (chapter 3 posted)

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Hey I was going to write the whole story and then post seeing as there is a lot of exposition before any bondage, but I feel like i'll be more likely to actually finish (as opposed to the other half written works on my laptop) if I post what I have now. (you know a little more public commitment or the like)
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I was out at the bars with my friends a couple nights ago. Everything was normal; we danced a little, we talked, we drank. At one point in the night my friend points out a cute guy across the bar and says that he’s been checking me out. I immediately pray that my friend was right. The guy he pointed to was so handsome with short dark brown hair, and a nice olive button down shirt that showed off his lean muscles quite well.

As I continued to gawk at him like a teenager, he looked up and made I contact with me. My face froze. I tried to play it off like I was looking past him, but then he smiled. I melted. I smiled back all too quickly.

My same friend that pointed him out, Hunter, was watching this amused. He waved the guy over, knowing well I would not be making any moves. The guy started walking over and my heart was pounding like I was about to meet a celebrity. I get way too infatuated way too quickly, especially when drinking.

When the guy reaches our table and sits down, he asks me, “Decide on a drink yet?”

I was pretty confused seeing as I was clearly in the middle of a larger drink. “Um, I’m good.” I said, taking a sip from my drink to show it was mine.

“Oh, I just assumed you were going to order another drink seeing as you’ve been staring at the specials board behind me for the last five minutes.” He smirked.

I felt all of the blood rush to my cheeks. I couldn’t stop blushing with embarrassment, and found myself unable to speak. Not a single excuse came out of my mouth. My friends Joe and Carter were snickering at my expense. Hunter on the other hand was full on laughing.

The stranger eventually cut the tension that apparently, only I felt. “I’m Cole.”

“My name is Nick,” I stuttered as his deep brown eyes locked onto mine. The others exchanged their names and he accepted them politely, but quickly refocused on me. Clearly, I had won his attention for the night. Conversation continued as it had before, everyone catching up and telling stories of their last week. Cole chimed in now and then, with jokes or telling a few pieces about himself and his work, but not going into any longwinded stories like my friends or I.

I told one particularly funny story about how I wiped out on construction supplies this last week, because I had assumed all the watch your step signs were about it being slippery or wet or something. He smiled at this story and countered, “It sounds like you could use an escort home, if you can’t walk home sober without falling.”

Adept at reading signs as I was, I completely missed his meaning, “Oh I’m not going home tonight. It’s kinda far from here. Hunter is letting me crash at his place tonight.”

Hunter struck his forehead with his palm. After which he tried to help Cole, “Or you could spend the night somewhere else if there was someone you might want to get to know better.”

Cole jumped in, “My place isn’t that far.”

I blushed once more realizing what I missed. I wished I had the excuse of being wasted, but I like going to bed sober or as close to it as possible and had stopped drinking too long ago to blame it on alcohol. “Yeah that would be great, if you don’t mind.”

Before long, we were saying goodbye to my friends and walking to his apartment in the cool night air. I carried most of the conversation rambling from story to story, while he seemed content listening to me go on and on. He offered his own stories when I asked him about his life, but they were often much shorter and too the point.

When we got to his apartment, he offered me some water from the kitchen which I happily accepted after the long night of drinking. I gulped it down in less time than it took to fill the glass. Cole just smiled and said, “The bathroom is the door on the right if you want to use it.”

Which I definitely did. When I came out of the bathroom he was chilling on the couch, arms spread wide along the backrest. I walked to sit down next to him and his arm adjusted to be resting around my shoulders. I began to thank him for letting me crash here, but he cut me off with a kiss. I lost all my words again as my head buzzed.

When he pulled back our eyes locked, and I moved in to kiss him back. We made out off and on for a while. Occasionally during a longer break I would start to say something, and he would immediately cut me off with another long kiss. One time after he cut me off again, I caught him smirking. “You’re adorable when you ramble, but you’re hotter when silent.”
While he spoke I moved in to cut him off similarly, but a gentle yet firm hand to my chest told me that was not a two way game. When I started to jokingly complain, he cut me off again, this time pushing me onto my back and laying over me. When he ended the kiss, he just looked into my eyes, amused. Then he asked, “Want to go to the bedroom?”

I nodded as he got off me and led me by hand to his room. Leather cuffs tied to the four bedposts flared like a red flag. I had heard of bondage being used in the bedroom, but I didn’t know him that well or what they were used for. Shakier than I wanted to be I asked, “You’re not about to kidnap me, are you?”

Cole had either not noticed or not considered the leather restraints as threatening. “No sorry. I forgot to put them away from the last guy I had over. I didn’t think I would even be bringing a guy home with me tonight.” Noticing I was still anxious, he offered, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. The last guy was into bondage, so I complied. I’m happy for just a hook up. We can even call it a night, and you can sleep on the couch if you want to?”

Still holding his hand, I asked, “What do you even do with someone tied up?”

Seeming to take my curiosity as a good sign, he smiled and said, “Well, there’s lots of things from tickling, to spanking, or playing with their nipples. My favorite game to start with is teasing.”

“What’s that?” I asked, getting aroused again.

“Well once you are tied down, I stroke your shaft, just enough for you to want to cum, but not enough for you to be able to. If you manage to cum, you win and are untied. If you don’t succeed by the time I get bored, you stay tied up for the rest of the night.”

Even more aroused, I asked, “Can we play that?”

Smiling, he answered, “Yeah I just have one firm rule you have to agree to. You can ask me to stop stroking you or end any other aspect of the game at any point my telling me to stop or snapping your fingers. The only part you can’t end is that unless there is an emergency, you have to stay tied up for the night. This way you can’t just quit the game and then stroke yourself off in the bathroom. Sound fair?”

“Yeah!” I nodded. He started simultaneously kissing and undressing me. When my hands reached out to his clothes they were casually brushed aside. I once again learned that this was another one-sided game.
Once I stood in only my black puma boxer briefs, Cole commanded, “Lay on the bed on your back.”

I smiled giddily, warming up to this game, “Make me.”

He smirked looking me down and up as if appraising me all over again. Cole held both of my shoulders gently, then pushed me back. I fell on his bed with a thud. I offered only play resistance as he wrestled me into position. My bulge grew very hard during the process, especially as straddled my chest and fastened the leather restraints to my wrists.

I even willingly spread my legs for him to fasten them to the restraints at the bottom of the bed. Cole had other plans though. Getting off me and the bed, he pushed my legs together and pull off my boxer briefs, leaving me naked in his bed. I am not usually self-conscious around other guys, but with my arms spread wide and him still fully clothed while I was naked, I began to feel more exposed and vulnerable than I usually do naked. However, these feelings traveled to my member in the opposite direction I thought they would. I grew even harder, oddly aroused by what was happening.

With my underwear off, Cole fastened my legs to the restraints on either side of the bed as I expected him to. I was now laying spread eagle on his bed with only a little slack. He noticed however and untied the ropes holding my right arm to the headboard and tied it tighter, repeating the process with my left arm. I was now stretched out. I could barely bend my arms or legs. Although I was still very comfortable in that position.

The entire process continued in a silence that was only broken with Cole asking, “Are you ready to begin?”
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What a great first post to this sorry! I look forward to reading the reading the rest, awesome job
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I'm just all so suspicious with this title, everything seems nice but ooh I can't wait :D
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What a nice, cute read. But something tells things won't stay cute for long...

A great first story, I hope you keep it up.
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This could turn out to be a great night but it could also go south in an instant.
Well done. I'm looking forward to any additional chapters.
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Definitely interested in seeing where this goes ;)
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Nice

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I like it a lot
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Damn, you have me hooked for sure.

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Looking forward to the continuation!
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Looking forward to the next chapter!
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Thanks for all the feedback everyone. I'm glad you've all enjoyed the first section. I'm actually almost done with the second and should have it up sometime tomorrow or Saturday.
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Everything is turning out longer (words wise) than I expected. I guess I ramble as much as Nick. I originally planned for this to be a one part story, but with how long this "chapter" was I didn't want to cram everything I planned into one session (hence the ending). Anyways let me know what you think.

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I nodded. A single action that sent me on an unexpected rollercoaster. He smiled and straddled my stomach facing my shaft. Cole started stroking my erect member. He started slow at first. It felt good, but did not bring me even close to climax. With time he stroked faster and harder. I quickly felt close and felt my breath catch, just in time for him to stop all contact.

“Fuck” the only word that came to mind. Cole turned his head to face me, clearly enjoying the look of surprise on my face. As he continued to stare, I asked him to continue.

“I could but then you would win in no time. Where’s the fun in that?” He reached back to ruffle my mid length dirty blonde hair. The game we were playing was starting to sink in. Ironically, the loss of control aroused me further. Instinctively, I tried to push my shaft forward and pelvis up, only to feel his rough jeaned bottom holding me down, consequently further arousing me.

“Want a hand?” Cole smirked? I just nodded. Again, he stroked me. This time I reached the edge much faster, but before I could cross it, he once again pulled his hand back. “I need to go to the restroom.” Cole said, getting up and leaving the room without looking back.

I squirmed as much as the restraints would let me. I bucked my hips as if somehow the air itself would provide the friction for me to get over the edge. The more I pulled helplessly against the restraints the harder I got, only frustrating me even further. All I wanted to do was cum, and Cole had only completed two rounds. I thought I might lose my mind if this lasted too long. Strategy for “winning” this game seemed to evade my one-track mind. Cole clearly knew what he was doing.

Cole re-entered the room. “Want to continue?”

“Please let me cum,” I was already begging.

“I’ll give you another chance to win, but no one is stopping you from cumming.” The smirk on his face showed he had me exactly where he wanted me. I didn’t know if I loved or hated that face, or both at the same time. Either way it turned me on, just as it had at the bar. As Cole leaned over the bed and start stroking me again, I felt the familiar build up in my lower body. All I wanted was to give in to it, but just as I was almost able to, Cole pulled his hand back.

I just shook my head back and forth relentlessly and shove my hips up achieving nothing. “Come on!”

“I believe that’s your job” Cole snickered.

“Fuck. Just start another round, so I can win.”

“I don’t know. I’m getting kind of bored with the game. Maybe I should just leave you like this for the night?” His bulge pressing through his dark jeans revealed his blatant lie.

Either way I needed him to continue, “Please!”

His smirk was practically omnipresent at this point; he enjoyed every ounce of power he held over me. “Maybe I would stay interested if you agreed to let me tickle you.”

“What does tickling have to do with you teasing me?” I was nervous as I was quite ticklish.

“Simple. The game continues if you agree to let me tickle you. It ends and you stay tied up if you don’t.”

I needed the game to continue at this point and was willing to agree to practically anything at this point. “Fine. Just keep going, please!”

Happy to oblige Cole reached down and started stroking my member again. Much slower. However, this time his other hand reached for my left foot. He started tickling it as I squirmed in the restraints. I was in a blur of emotions and feelings, both trying to achieve bliss from one of Cole’s hands and escape torment at the other. I was successful in neither endeavor.

Cole stopped stroking all together and began just tickling my feet, one at a time. Unable to express my dissent through bouts of laughter, I simply continued to squirm on the bed. Then he stopped tickling either foot. As he stroked my member, I thought he would resume my chance at release, but only a few strokes later, he walked past my torso and started tickling my armpits. Caught in convulsions of laughter, I felt one of his hands press against my mouth gently but quieting me all the same. “You really are a ticklish one. We don’t want to wake the neighbors.”

For some reason I loved hearing him say “we.” Was that weird for only knowing him a few hours? I had no imaginations of “falling” for this guy, but I couldn’t resist admiring the way he casually took charge, even before he tied me up. Cole let go of my mouth as he continued to tickle my right armpit. I attempted to laugh quieter, but squirmed and thrashed all the same.

Cole started stroking my member once again. Once again he brought me easily to the edge. And once again he left me there. This time however, he didn’t simply stop. As I hung on the threshold of bliss, Cole intermittently stroked me ever so lightly. It wasn’t enough to let me finish, but it did keep me there. After a few more light strokes, Cole stopped tickling me and stepped back.

Catching my breath, I realized how sweaty I had become from everything. My face hot with the effort of resisting. As my breath evened and my head leveled, I realized I was still so horny. “Please make me cum.”

“Sorry. That’s not the game we’re playing. Maybe next time. If you want to cum, you’ll have to win fair and square, or we can stop and I can just leave you tied like this for the night?”

“No please! Don’t stop!”

“Okay, but I’m getting bored tickling you. I’ll only continue if I can play with your nipples.”

“Sure. Whatever. Just keep going.” I did not realize what I was getting into.

Cole started massaging my nipples. Occasionally he would take a break from one to give my shaft a few strokes, but not enough to bring me to the edge. Even though I really wanted to cum at this point, I found this combination rather enjoyable. I just wish he’d finish it.

As Cole looked me dead in the eyes, he rested his hands on my nipples, pausing the massage. Then he pinched them both, hard. I squirmed, but surprisingly the pain made me even harder and I wanted to cum even more as if that alone was bringing me to the edge. After a few more moments of him pinching my nipples he finally let go.

My face must have been a mess of emotions at this point. I can’t even describe what I was feeling at this point, but Cole seemed to be reading my face knowingly as he started to massage my nipples again. He continued our eye contact as he bent down to kiss me. I may not know how to describe all my feelings through this night, but I knew then that I sincerely enjoyed what was happening. Then I felt a sharp pain in both my nipples. Harsher than when he pinched them, but still arousing. I opened my eyes to see he had produced two wooden clothespins and put them on me while I was distracted kissing him.

I felt a fool. Somewhat betrayed. But still I somehow admired him for his cleverness. Then I felt him stroking me once again. The familiar pattern. Starting slow. Speeding up. And then. Nothing. “What the fuck.” I mumbled almost exasperated.

“You had your chance don’t blame me.” Cole smiled as he flicked the clothespins on my nipples. My shaft seemed to surge in sync with the pangs in my chest. He continued to flick them as my nipples grew sorer and sorer.

“Could you take off the clothespins?” I was still plenty aroused (thanks to his constant ministrations), but wasn’t quite enjoying the pain in my chest as much as the start.

“Depends. Do you want to stay tied up and horny for the night?”

At this point I wasn’t sure. Yes, I wanted to be released in more ways than I could count, but I was starting to realize I may just be prolonging my torment, blissful as it was, by continuing this game. After a moment of thought, I reluctantly answered, “No I want to continue.” Maybe I’d get lucky and he’d choose to end it in my favor soon. We had been at it for a while after all.

Cole smiled and flicked the clothespins a few more times. “Perfect. But now I want something more from you to continue.”

“What?” I groaned.

“Well you’re starting to get a little whiney.” He flicked a clothespin for emphasis, “So if we continue I want to be able to gag you so I don’t have to hear you complain so much. You can still snap your fingers to get me to remove it whenever you want.”

I didn’t really want to be gagged, but I really was holding onto the hope that he would let me win soon. Besides, I really didn’t want to come off as whiney, so it couldn’t be all bad. “Sure,” I answered, trying to sound agreeable.

Cole smiled his mischievous smile as he went to the other side of the room and returned with two longer length socks. He held one to my mouth which I opened obediently. He tied the other around my head to keep the other sock in, knotting it over my mouth.

I began to taste something unexpected from the sock in my mouth. It definitely didn’t have a normal cotton taste. Then the smell of the toe of the other sock hit my nose. They must have been drenched in sweat. I grimaced which Cole must have noticed.
“Did I forget to mention that those are the socks I wear to the gym and on my runs? I haven’t washed them in a week. I hope you enjoy.” He must have noticed my disgust as he said, “You can always snap your fingers, and I’ll remove the gag. Just remember that also means you forfeit if there wasn’t an emergency.”

I grunted for him to continue. He started flicking the clothespins once again. I somehow forgot about the pain in my chest as I tasted the gag. I felt it revived and radiating now.

Cole continued to attend to my shaft as well. Bringing me close to the lie that was the edge of bliss. Just to stop. While the pain in my nipples was past the point of casual enjoyment, he still turned me on as he flicked them. What turned me on even more was being forced to smell and taste his sweaty socks. I never thought something could be so disgusting and erotic at the same time.

As the cycle of edging continued, Cole grabbed the clothespins firmly and squeezed the top to release them. Pain like none that preceded it emanated in my chest. I took in deep gasps of air as the pain faded. Then, Cole pressed down firmly on both my nipples, renewing the pain, but this time it was accompanied with arousal as well. The pain hurt so pleasantly as he massaged my nipples.

As one hand continued to painfully massage my nipples, the other reached around my shaft and pumped harder than before. Something told me he was finally going to let me cum this time. The long night would finally pay off. He pumped me faster and faster to the edge. I felt my heart racing as I was finally going to be able to cum. And then. Nothing. I practically screamed into my gag. My head was an ocean of incoherent thoughts and inexpressible emotions. I couldn’t think. I’m not even sure I could breathe. I just wanted to climax with all my being.

As I finally calmed down to as rational as I have been since this night began, I noticed Cole watching me, clearly pleased with himself. “Okay. I think I’m done for the night. You lose.” I started screaming through my gag all over again, but all that came out were incoherent mpphs. Cole showed no loss of amusement at my displeasure. “If I take the gag off, do you promise not to scream again?”

Frustrated and angry, I eventually relented and nodded. Cole untied the knot of the one sock and pulled the other from my mouth, now soaked with my saliva. I tried to make the best puppy dog eyes possible as I asked him, “Please let me cum or at least untie me.”

“Sorry. Can’t. The rules are that you can’t cum unless you win, which you didn’t. If I untie you, you’ll just go to the bathroom to jerk off.”

“Pleeeeeease.”

Still amused, Cole replied, “I don’t normally do this, but you’re so adorable that I definitely want to do this again. I won’t let you cum, but I will untie you if you agree to wear something.”

I didn’t really know what he was talking about, but I guess I figured the something would be sexy underwear or something, “Yes anything!”

Cole left to his closet again. When he came back, I didn’t recognize the black object in his hands. “This is called a chastity device. It’ll keep you from jerking off without permission. I’ll hold onto the keys and you’ll have to do as I wish if you want out.”

I knew I was getting myself in over my head, but at this point my erection was fading, and I was just getting tired. My arms were sore, my legs stiff, and I wanted out if I couldn’t have release. “Okay.”

Cole seemed genuinely happy I agreed. He sat at the side of the bed waiting for my member to soften further. We remained silent during the wait. I didn’t know what to say to him after all that happened, and he seemed content to wait without conversation. Once my member softened enough for the chastity device to be put on, he dutifully slid the ring on and put the penis cage into place, securing it on with the integrated lock.

Once I saw him pull the key back, I felt blood surge to my member, but this time the surge felt incomplete. It just bucked slightly but didn’t really grow. This of course caused three more unsuccessful surges. I began writhing like I was being teased all over again, unable to get hard with my shaft held in that position.

Cole looked back at me, enjoying the view, “You’ll get used to it.” He started moving to the base of the bed and released my ankles from the leather restraints. I felt so free just being able to move my legs. He then continued to release my arms and I felt free! Ish. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom while I change the sheets. Just be sure to sit down. Your aim won’t be what it once was with that on,” Cole smirked.

Once again a flurry of emotions raced through my head: first half-hearted mild anger or maybe just annoyance that quickly gave way to admiration and attraction to the guy that so quickly took charge and so easily teased me. I did have to pee though, so I went. When I came back he was still fully clothed but this time in grey joggers and a black t-shirt, still showing off all his great muscles. It was beginning to hit me how strange it was that I had gone through such as sexual venture with the guy and I haven’t even seen him shirtless.

Cole gestured me into bed before I could even grab my underwear. As I lay down in the freshly made bed, he cuddled up behind me, grabbed my contained package and whispered, “You know we are only thirty minutes from dawn. You would have been tied up for just a half hour more, but I’m glad you chose this option,” Cole gave my package a harmless shake and continued, “Cuz you are adorable and I really wanted the game to continue.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, and I didn’t want to ramble, so I just grabbed the arm holding my package and snuggled back into him to show I wasn’t entirely upset with how things turned out. We both slept well into the next day, even though I woke up every couple hours with a strong desire to push through the chastity device, as if that was somehow possible. The next day was almost completely platonic or at least vanilla. Cole had me shower and dress as he made eggs.

I examined what was attached to my package in the shower, realizing that it was not coming off at all without the key. Breakfast ironically continued much more like the walk from the bar had, me with long winded stories and him contributing just enough for me not to suspect I was talking to a wall. I did not bring up the chastity device and neither did he.

As I was getting ready to leave he got my phone number and said he would text me instructions for if I wanted to earn release from the chastity device. I stupidly did not get his number and now it’s been a couple days and no message or call from him. I already forget where exactly he lives and wouldn’t be able to find his apartment in the big city. Although I general hunt of the neighborhood I took the train from is approaching the top of my to do list if he doesn’t contact me soon. The first night after him was okay. I woke up fewer times in the middle of the night, but when I did get up I was sooooo horny and unable to do anything. I tried humping my bed but couldn’t get off. It was driving me insane, like a mini version of him teasing me but at all moments in the day. I need out; I need to cum.
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I just got a text, from Cole.

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Really liked your story! I loved the combination of anger, frustration and arousal that your charcter experiences through the whole ordeal. The bondage was quite simpme but the details were on the characters interactions and thoughts. Good job!
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This story keeps getting better and better. Edging, sock gag, Cole's playful dominance, everything is great!

Hope to see more from you.
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Nice story! What model cage is it?
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Really intense. Loved the gag scene.
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Excellent! I'm a big fan of long-term edging and this is one of the best descriptions I've ever read. Cole is truly an expert. Thanks for taking the time to write and share. Definitely looking forward to more from you.
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Definitely continue the story please. It’s amazing
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One of the best I've read for a while - you really know how to build the reader up and leave then hanging for more.

Let me know if you want to be able to,write more as a result of direct experience
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This story has taken off! Love the characters and the odd but every exciting relationship their building together.
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Man this is an incredible story. Thanks for the continuation!
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Quite long for a "short story" ;-) However, I can't wait for the next part.
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This is an awesome story! It’s perfectly paced, it’s not at all too long or rambling like you imagined! So happy to see chastity too, it’s such an underrated and unused plot device:) can’t wait to see more!
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This is so well written, thank you!
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