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dcigar · 13 days ago

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The Costume That Transformed Me

It all started with a seemingly innocent trip to the Halloween store. Max had always loved Halloween, but this year he wanted to go all out. His friends had convinced him to attend a big leather and cigar-themed costume party downtown, so he figured he might as well dress the part. Though he wasn’t into cigars or leather himself, he knew he’d need a costume that stood out.

He wandered into a small, dimly lit store tucked between towering buildings in the city. The interior had an odd feel, almost like the costumes themselves were alive. A chill ran down his spine, but he brushed it off. As he wandered through the aisles, something caught his eye—a mannequin at the back of the store, clad in a full leather outfit, complete with a harness, biker boots, and most notably, a massive, sculpted beard. The mannequin’s head was completely shaved, its face adorned with the kind of beard that looked intimidatingly masculine. A cigar protruded from its lips, and its bulky frame seemed to radiate confidence.

Max chuckled to himself. “This would be hilarious,” he thought. It was the complete opposite of who he was—a clean-cut, average-built guy with no facial hair to speak of. He reached out and touched the costume.

“Ah, you’ve got good taste,” a deep voice behind him said.

Max jumped. The shopkeeper, an older man with a beard that rivaled the mannequin’s, stood grinning at him. “This costume isn’t just a look—it’s an experience,” the man said, handing Max a large box that seemed heavier than it should have been.

Max looked at him skeptically. “What’s in here?”

“Everything you need to become someone else for Halloween, and maybe for a bit longer if you like,” the shopkeeper said cryptically. He leaned in, the scent of tobacco heavy on his breath. “But beware, it’s not just a costume.”

Max laughed it off and paid for the costume, deciding to try it on at home. The box felt heavier the longer he carried it, but by the time he made it back to his apartment, excitement was overtaking any doubts. He opened the box and was surprised to find not just the leather harness, pants, and boots, but also an enormous, lifelike wig—a big, fake beard, and a cigar.

“Alright, let’s see how ridiculous this is,” he muttered.

Max put the leather outfit on first, the tightness of the pants hugging him in ways he wasn’t used to. The boots were heavy, giving him a commanding presence, and the harness accentuated his torso. He then picked up the wig, which had a perfectly sculpted bald cap attached. He slid it onto his head, feeling an odd tingle as it settled into place. Then he applied the fake beard, the weight of it pulling his chin down slightly.

He turned to the mirror and gasped.

The man looking back at him wasn’t him at all. Max barely recognized himself. His jawline appeared wider, and his face more chiseled under the weight of the fake beard. It was as though his body had somehow started to fill out the leather more naturally. It fit him perfectly, snug in a way that made him feel stronger, more powerful. His bare head gleamed under the dim light of his apartment, making him look menacing in the best possible way.

Max grabbed the cigar from the box, chuckling. “Might as well go all out,” he said, placing it between his lips. He didn’t light it, but just holding it made him feel different—more confident, even a little cocky.

As he stood in front of the mirror, something strange began to happen. The tingle from earlier had returned, spreading across his scalp and face. The fake bald cap seemed to fuse with his skin, disappearing until he couldn’t tell where his real scalp ended and the wig began. His hands shot to his head in shock—his scalp was smooth, completely hairless.

Before he could process what was happening, the beard—fake, or so he thought—started to grow. Max felt a pulling sensation at his chin, and in the mirror, the beard extended, thickening and curling naturally. It was no longer a prop but part of his face. His jaw grew more square, muscles bulging out of nowhere. His body, too, was changing—his chest puffed out, his arms thickened, and his legs became as solid as tree trunks.

He stumbled back, breathing heavily, the weight of his transformation settling in. His shirt tore at the seams as his muscles expanded, and the tight leather pants that had once felt awkward now hugged his powerful legs perfectly. The harness stretched over his newly broad chest as though it had been custom-made for him.

“What the hell is happening?” he whispered, grabbing his face. The beard was real. His head was shaved. His muscles… they were real too.

Panicking, Max reached for his phone to call someone—anyone—but stopped when he caught sight of himself in the mirror again. The man staring back was imposing, dominating even. He looked like he had spent years in the gym, smoking cigars, living a rugged, hardcore life. A wave of desire rushed over him—this body, this look, it was intoxicating.

As the transformation completed, his mind began to shift. He had never been into cigars, but now, the unlit one between his lips felt natural. He grabbed a lighter, his hands steady despite his shock, and lit it. The first puff filled his lungs with smoke, and with it, a sense of calm washed over him. The smoke curled around his face, the smell of leather and tobacco now blending seamlessly into his being.

Max flexed his arms, feeling the power surge through him. He traced his hands over his thick beard and bald scalp, smirking at the reflection. It was as if this was who he was always meant to be. The old Max felt like a distant memory, fading fast.

“Let’s see how long this lasts,” he muttered to himself as he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door, the heavy thud of his boots signaling his new presence to the world. Max wasn’t sure how permanent this transformation would be, but a part of him didn’t care.

Max stepped out of his apartment building, feeling the cool evening air wash over his freshly shaved scalp. He instinctively reached up to touch his smooth head, the sensation foreign yet thrilling. Every breeze across his exposed skin sent a shiver down his spine, reminding him of how different he was now—how *massive* he felt, both in body and presence.

As he walked toward the street, his boots clunking heavily with each step, Max couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. His body responded to the new sensations—the tightness of the leather around his muscles, the weight of the harness pulling against his chest, the solid bulk of his legs filling out the pants. His beard brushed against the collar of his jacket, thick and unruly, while the cigar between his teeth gave off an earthy aroma, blending with the leather in a way that made him feel powerful. He took a deep drag, savoring the thick smoke that filled his lungs, then blew it out in a cloud that hovered in the air. The cigar felt *right*, almost as if his new identity wasn’t complete without it.

As he approached the meeting spot, his friends stood waiting outside a bar, already in costume. They were chatting and laughing until they saw him approaching. Max noticed how their eyes widened in disbelief, their faces unsure whether to laugh or gasp.

"Dude… is that *you*?" his friend Chris asked, stepping forward cautiously.

Max grinned, the motion tugging his thick mustache over his lips, and took another puff of his cigar. “Yeah, it’s me.” His voice rumbled deeper than before, surprising even him. The smoke curled lazily out of his mouth as he spoke.

“Holy *shit*!” Chris said, circling around Max like he was inspecting a completely different person. "What the hell happened to you, man? You look… massive!”

Max flexed his arm instinctively, feeling the leather pull tight over his muscles. He enjoyed how his friends gawked at him, their eyes flicking between his thick beard, the shaved head, and the cigar that never left his lips.

"Costume store," Max replied with a shrug, though inside he felt an intense wave of pleasure at their reactions. The transformation had not just been physical—there was something else at play. His friends’ admiration turned him on in a way he hadn’t anticipated, and it wasn’t just about the way he looked. It was the *power* he felt. The power to command attention, to *own* the space he was in.

"You really went all out," said Jason, who was dressed as a lumberjack, complete with a fake beard and a flannel shirt that barely fit his leaner frame. His costume suddenly seemed childish next to Max's overwhelming presence.

"Yeah, man," added Zack, who was wearing a goofy superhero costume—his cape fluttering awkwardly in the wind. "Didn’t think you were into cigars, though.”

Max grunted in response, taking another long drag, his thick mustache bristling as he exhaled. The taste was growing on him, and every pull on the cigar made him feel more grounded in this new version of himself. The more they stared at him, the more his body reacted. His cock stirred, pressing against the tight leather pants, and he had to suppress a groan as a wave of arousal hit him harder than expected.

He wasn’t just turned on by his new look—he was turned on by how different he felt. The way his bald scalp tingled in the cool air, the way his beard commanded attention, the way his muscles strained against the leather. Every sensation made his cock twitch, the leather pants doing nothing to hide the growing bulge that pressed tightly against the material.

His friends were oblivious to the internal battle raging inside him as they continued their conversation.

“Man, you put us to shame with that costume,” Chris said, laughing nervously. He adjusted his own costume—a basic vampire outfit with cheap fangs and a plastic cape. “We should’ve known you’d go all in.”

Max smirked. “Can’t do Halloween halfway,” he said, his voice gravelly, the cigar smoke rolling off his lips as he spoke. The weight of the mustache covering his upper lip made every word feel heavy, almost more commanding. He loved it.

But as they stood there talking, Max couldn’t stop thinking about how much his body craved more. He was *alive* with desire—desire for himself, for the power his new look gave him, and the way his friends looked at him. He felt his erection pressing painfully against the zipper of his pants, the sensation only adding to the pleasure building inside him.

He wanted to feel more of it. He *needed* to feel more of it.

“Alright, let’s head inside,” Zack suggested, waving his hand toward the bar. "Before we freeze our asses off out here."

Max nodded, following them with a swagger that came naturally now. The boots thudded against the pavement with authority, and the weight of the cigar between his lips felt as natural as breathing. With every step, he felt himself becoming more turned on by the way his friends couldn’t take their eyes off him. His massive presence dwarfed them, and he *loved* it.

As the door to the bar opened, Max couldn’t help but grin around his cigar, knowing that tonight would be unlike any Halloween he’d ever experienced before.

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dick6615 · 5 months ago

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Master Returns

It was late Friday afternoon and I had just got changed from work when I heard a knock at the door. As I walked to the door, I looked out at the front yard and did not see a car. I opened the door and froze. Master was standing there smiling at me. “Bet you weren’t expecting me based on that look on your face?” I said, “No Master, but you can’t be here.” I was immediately slapped and then pushed against the wall with his forearm across my upper chest. “You are so fucking rude. I told you I would be back, and that is no way to talk to Me.” Before I could react, he reached into his back pocket and took out a rag and held it against my nose and mouth. There was a strong chemical smell and I lost consciousness and slumped to the floor.

I came to sometime later and I was lying on the living room floor. My arms were bound as were my feet. I looked down and saw that Master had stripped me and put me in the same harness he used last time, a leather belt around my waist and a jock strap. The restraining cuffs on my wrists and ankles were tight and had several rings. There was no gag as Master knew that living out in the mountains there were no close neighbors, so I could scream my head off, but no one would hear. I looked around and heard noise from the basement, then Master came up the stairs to the kitchen. He walked into the living room and looked down at me while holding my humidor and a bottle of good bourbon. “It’s going to be a fine weekend of training you boy.” I didn’t respond and received a sharp kick in the groin. “Have you forgotten everything that I taught you boy? I guess I need to beat some sense into you, so you remember what you were taught.” “No Master, I am sorry Master, I just didn’t expect you.” Master put down the bourbon and cigars and took hold of my harness and pulled me to my feet. He stared at me with his ice blue eyes.

Master was about 6’ 4”, in his early 40’s, well-muscled, dark hair, trimmed beard and hung like a horse. Master led me out the kitchen door to the screened in porch. He had already removed the hammock and had attached a chain with several S-hooks from the eye bolt in the ceiling. He clipped my wrists together and then stretched them up to hook on the chain. The chain hung down to my mid back. Master took it and looped it around my neck and clipped it behind my head. He then took a 4’ bar and attached each end to my ankles. I was able to stand on the balls of my feet to keep some pressure off my arms. Master stepped back, reached forward and put his hand around my throat and started to squeeze. He stared at me and finally released his grip just as I was about to pass out. He turned and walked back into the house as I gasped for breath.

When Master returned, he was in a black harness, leather vest, bicep bands, jock strap, chaps and back boots. He put down the duffle bag and pulled the large chair over, so it sat against the outer wall across from me and moved the wicker table next to it and the smaller table in front of the chair. He went back inside and returned with my bottle of Angles Envy bourbon and a few very large ring cigars. He poured a stiff drink and took a few sips and then picked up the JFR Lunatic. He removed the ribbon from one end of the 8+ inch, 80 ring cigar and moistened it with his tongue and lips. He did the same with the tapered end, then clipped off a small amount. He charred off the excess tobacco wrapper and lit the cigar, the tapered end fitting into his puckered lips. Once lit, he inhaled and then exhaled slowly and sat back and stared at me. He started his slow smoking ritual. He never took his eyes off mine. A constant stare as he slowly brought the cigar to his lips, inhaled, moved the cigar slightly to the side and slowly exhaled. He paused for a minute or two and repeated. After about twenty minutes he had a good ash on his cigar. He would reach over and take the glass and have a few sips of bourbon, still staring at me as he stood up and took the step to be in front of me. I felt like he was staring right into me. He puffed on his cigar and then lowered it to my chest. He brushed it slowly on my left nipple, so part of the ash fell off. He did it again and I could start to feel the heat. Once more and I thought he was burning me and tensed up. He continued to stare into my eyes, and I felt sure he was going to burn me. He held the cigar just in front of my nipple and I could feel the heat increase to a burning sensation. I started to pull back. “Don’t” was all Master said and I went ridged. “I own you! I will do what I want with you! You are only here for my pleasure. You back away from doing what I want, and you will be punished.” He slowly took the cigar away and then reached up and pinched my nipple. I screamed, but he did not release my nipple and I stood there trembling in pain. His foot pushed against the rod connecting my ankles causing me to be hanging by my arms. He finally released my nipple and turned and stepped back to his chair. My feet touched the ground, and I balanced to get the weight off my arms. Master drank his bourbon and continued to smoke his cigar and stared at me. After 20 minutes he got up and stood in front of me. His cigar had another inch or more of ash and he removed it on my right nipple, all the while staring into me. I stood there and did not move or make a sound. When he pulled the cigar away, he did not squeeze my nipple, he just went and sat down. The pattern continued until he was finished with his cigar and had several glasses of bourbon. When he finished, he dropped the butt into his almost empty glass, stood up and went into the house.

I stood there for a long time before he returned. Fresh cigar and another glass that he filled with bourbon. Master walked up to me and released my arms from the hook but left them clipped together. He unhooked the chain from the hook and left it around my neck. He took hold of my harness and brought me forward a small step at a time, then told me to get on my knees as he lowered me to the floor. He sat on the chair and told me to come closer. I was difficult to do with the ankles spread apart and my hands bound, but I moved the foot forward until my face was in front of his jock strap. He reached down and picked up my head and offered me some bourbon. I took several gulps. He put the glass down, lifted his leg and set his boot on the chair and pointed at his groin. I leaned forward and started to lick his jock strap, lick around it and tried to lick under it. I did this for a long time while he leaned back and smoked his cigar. I felt his ashes fall on my back and did not react as I expected that it would happen. Master reached down and lifted my head and unsnapped the cup from his jock strap. His semi hard dick fell out. It was over 7 inches, thick and not even hard. I immediately started to lick his dick and crotch and suck on his balls. I then started to lick the head of his dick and slowly took it into my mouth. I started sucking and going down on his dick. It continued to grow, and I reached up and put my hands around it as I sucked. I ran my lips up and down the side of his dick and would lick and suck his balls.

When fully erect, Master’s dick was over 10 inches and very thick. He had trained me how to deep throat it, but I was not sure if I still could. I knew that it didn’t matter as he was going to force it down my throat. I knew it was time when I felt his hand on the back of my head. I was sucking on his dick and continued to take more into my mouth, then let some out and go down again. If I was taking more each time Master just held his hand on my head. If I didn’t, he put pressure to remind me to take it deeper. I moved my hands from his dick and put them on the chair under his balls, thinking that I will have some leverage to push up if I need to. I started taking more and let up and go back down. I was able to control my gag reflex for the most part, but I think Master liked hearing me gag on his dick. I looked up at him to see him put the cigar in his mouth, smile around it and move his other hand to my head. I took a deep breath and tried to force the last inches of his dick into my mouth. I didn’t have to as Master pushed my head down forcing his dick down my throat. I could not breathe and just held my breath as he fucked my throat. I started to push myself up, but he rammed my head down on his dick and held it there. I was trying to gasp for breath when he pulled my head up and grabbed my hair with one hand, then slapped my face with the other. “Are you stupid or do you really want to piss me off? Don’t ever pull away from me!” He grabbed my head and pushed it back down on his dick. I barely got a breath before his dick was sliding down my tongue and it did not stop until my lips were buried in his pubes. He thrust his dick several times and then lifted my head so I could get a few breaths before thrusting my face back down on his dick. I was taking a few breaths and felt his hand move off my head. I then felt him run his cigar across my shoulders as he was breaking off the ash. I tried not to react, but he saw it and expected. His dick was still halfway in my mouth while I was trying to catch my breath. I felt his other hand on my head, and he pushed my face down to his pubes. He started to fuck my face, but this was different. He was groaning and pushing much harder. I couldn’t push away, and he showed no signs of letting up. I hoped he would cum NOW. He didn’t, he just kept fucking my face. My head was pounding, and I was getting dizzy. I felt the gush of his cum deep in my throat. The last thing I remembered was that I could not taste it. When Master finished, he pushed me off his dick and I fell to the floor.

I woke quickly and found myself pushed up against the table and coughing. I lifted my head to look around and immediately had Masters boot push my head back down and hold it there. Sometime later Master moved his boot and told me to get up. It proved difficult with my hands bound and while I tried, Master reached down and pulled me up and pushed me to the wall. He took my arms and hooked them to the chain and then the chain to the ceiling. He sat back down, took a drink and said, “You disappointed me. I expected you to improve but I did all the work. That will not happen again, understand?” I replied, Yes Master. He took another drink and finished his cigar while I stood there looking at him as I was afraid to put my head down. Master got up and went into the house. There was some moving around but I could not identify what was happening.

When he returned, Ryan was with him. Ryan was the man I had arranged to meet with that evening. Ryan and I had been chatting online for over a month but could never find a time to meet. Tonight was to be the first meeting, Ryan was in his late 30’s with dark shaggy hair, brown eyes, clean shaven and average height and weight. He wanted to meet a cigar dad and experiment with different types of kink. He was standing next to Master and wore jeans with a harness and vest. Master said, “Ryan, here is your cigar dad; not quite what you expected, is he?” Ryan replied, “No Sir”. “Why don’t you unhook him Ryan and you can show him what kink you are into.” Master then stepped over to the chair and sat down and lit a small robusto cigar. He handed the cigar to Ryan. Ryan walked over to me and started rubbing my chest and moved his hands down to my crotch. He gave a good squeeze and then bent over and undid the bar from my ankles. He stood and reached up, unhooked the chain and then unhooked my wrists from the chain. Ryan pushed me down to my knees and drove his hips into my face, forcing my head against the wall. After several thrusts he told me to suck his dick. I started licking his pants and reached up to undo his belt and zipper. Before I could pull out his dick, he slammed his hips against my face. I quickly pulled out his dick and took it into my mouth. I started to suck on his dick and felt it harden in my mouth. He was about 6-7 inches and not very thick. Ryan started thrusting and pinned my head against the wall. He was fucking my throat hard and fast. Master said, “Slow down a bit, he has to last all weekend and he is used to taking my dick so don’t think you are going to make him gag.” Ryan slowed down but kept the hard thrusting. After a few more minutes he stepped back, pulled me up and turned me around and started to finger my hole. Master said, “Catch” and tossed him a condom. Ryan put it on, spit on his dick and pulled my hips back onto his dick. He thrust forward and I had to brace myself to keep from getting slammed against the wall. Ryan wanted to show me how tough he could be, so he fucked me hard. Master let him fuck me for a while then asked him to bring me over so I could suck his dick while Ryan fucked me.

Ryan stepped back and turned me around and told me to unlace his boots. He took them off and stepped out of his pants. He pushed me toward Master, and I got on my knees and immediately started to lick Masters dick. Master put his hand on my head and guided my lips around his dick and slid it in until it hit the back of my mouth. I felt Ryan push into my ass and start fucking me. Master pushed my head down and started fucking my face. Not so deep as to block off my air, but enough to make me gag. Every few strokes he would let me up and then push my head back down his dick. Ryan saw that I took all of Masters dick and started fucking me harder. He grabbed my harness and pulled me back as he thrust forward. I was more focused on Masters dick until I felt Ryan slam deep in my ass and start shooting his load. How could I feel that if he had a condom on. Master was looking down at me and must have seen the look on my face. He looked down my side and yelled, “What the Fuck are you doing!” as he said that he pushed me over on my side and grabbed Ryan by the throat and rammed him into the wall as he stood up. I turned and looked over and saw the condom on the floor where Ryan had taken it off before fucking me. I just laid there and watched as Master lost it. He threw a punch into Ryans gut that would have doubled him over except that he had his neck pinned to the wall. He followed that with a knee to his groin. He pulled him forward and hit him in the jaw. Ryan went down and lay on the floor. “You fucking idiot, you know no one defiles one of mine. I have never let anyone bred you and you do this to me.” That was followed by a kick to his side. Ryan did not react; he was totally out. Master picked him up and laid him on the round table in the corner. He got some rope and tied his arms under the table, his waist to the table and tied his knees to his harness. He was trussed up tight and ready for a hard fucking.

Master turned to me. “Why the fuck did you let him cum in you?” I replied that I didn’t know he was going to.” Master pulled me to my feet, grabbed the chain and hooks both my wrists. I was almost dangling and could barely touch the floor. I started to complain, but before I could say anything, Master turned and backhanded me hard on my face. He then walked back to Ryan.

Master put on his rubber cop gloves and slapped Ryans face a few times to get him to wake up. Ryan started groaning and that was enough for Master. He picked up his cigar, took a few puffs and flicked the ash on Ryans face. With the cigar between his teeth, he reached over and opened a jar of grease and scooped some out and moved between Ryans legs. The Master was not gentle and with one finger he rubbed his hole then forced his hand in. Master pushed and twisted his hand deep up Ryans ass. Every time Ryan groaned or asked him to stop, Master took his other fist and punched him in the back of his thigh. He fisted Ryan hard, and I could see tears running down his face. “My hands are in your guts now so tell me why you defied me? Ryan said he was sorry and screamed at what Master did when he heard that comment. He then said that he wanted to breed me so he could own me too. He thought since you invited him to fuck me you wanted him to own me as I was not the type of man you usually had. Master replied, “You are a fucking idiot to think, and you know better.” Master pulled his hand out to Ryan’s groans. Master reached over and picked the bourbon-soaked cigar and pushed his hand back up Ryan’s ass. He pulled back and left the butt there. “That will keep you awake for a while so you can think about what I am going to do to you the next time we meet.” Master wiped his hand across Ryans chest to remove the grease. He puffed on his cigar and flicked off the ash. Ryan looked at Master and kept saying no, no, please no, I’m sorry. Then he screamed as Master pushed the cigar to his skin just above his right nipple. Master held it there for a second or two, just long enough to brand Ryan. Master reached over and took the bottle of bourbon and poured a bit on the burn. Master picked up a knife and held it under Ryans chin; “We will meet very soon to continue your punishment.” Master then cut the ropes and pulled Ryan up off the table. He held him for a few minutes until he was steady. I could see the crescent burn from the cigar over his nipple. Master then pushed him into the house and told him to get his things and get out. A few minutes later I heard the door slam and Master walking back toward the porch.

Master walked into the porch and picked up the lash and turned around and took a few lashes across my chest. He stopped and turned back to his table and poured himself a glass of bourbon and picked up another cigar. He sat down and lit the cigar and just looked at me. I was looking at his intense hard on. He must really get off on punishing people. But I guess all masters do. I hung there for what seemed like hours but probably only 20 minutes. Master stood up, walked up to me and unhooked me. I stumbled to the floor. He told me to get up and I did. He took off my harness and restraints and told me to go get rid of every bit of Ryan’s stink. I immediately headed for the bathroom and got into the shower. I used an anal douche and cleaned out my ass several times then just stood under the hot water till it ran out. I stepped out and Master handed me a towel. I dried off quickly and he attached my harness and all restraints. He walked out and I followed him to the porch and watched as he walked over to the hook and removed the chain. He wrapped it around my neck and picked up a lock and locked the chain in place. There was about a 5-foot lead that he held while he picked up a glass of bourbon drank it and filled another then headed down the back stairs to the hot tub.

Master told me to get in the hot tub. I was standing in the tub when he turned on the water jets and told me to squat over one. I immediately felt the rush of the hot water into my ass. He had me stay there for a few minutes while he savored his cigar and drink. He told me to get up and stand on the edge of the hot tub platform. I did and he stepped into the hot tub, settled in while I stood dripping on the deck. I squatted down a bit and a gush of water gushed out of my ass. Master yanked on my chain and told me to stand up straight. “That water has not disinfected your ass, so don’t let any more out.” Master relaxed in the tub and when his cigar ash grew over 2 inches, he reached over and rubbed it against my pubes. During this time there was an intermittent flow of water and gas from my ass. Master didn’t say anything, so I tried to release as much water as possible. Master knocked his ash on my pubes again and then stood up and stepped out of the hot tub. He told me to spread my legs which I did and there was a small flow of water. Master told me to bend over the hot tub. When I did, I heard him spit then felt this dick push into my ass. He went in a few inches, and I felt the warm stream of his piss. He filled up my ass until it was running down my legs. He pulled out and told me to stand up and turn around. He was still pissing and rinsed off my crotch and sprayed up my chest to my face. When he stopped, he told me to squat down and let his piss drain out. I did and then he told me to follow him. We went up the stairs to the porch and he removed the chain and then led me into the house to the bedroom.

He turned me and pushed me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. He pinned my arms with his knees and his dick was directly over my face. He told me to open my mouth and he started to piss in it. I swallowed his piss rather than have him force me to. It wasn’t a lot, just him marking his territory. He then restrained my wrists to each corner of the top of the bed. He pulled a strap up and restrained one leg to the bottom corner. He got up and walked out. I lay there wondering what he had in store for me. I knew the issue with Ryan was not finished.

Sometime later I heard Master walk down the hall and into the room. He took hold of my unbound leg and spread it so he could move between my legs by putting his legs beneath mine. He slid forward until he was up against me. He stroked his dick to get it hard then lifted my leg and started to push open my ass. His dick was big and thick, and he was determined to get all 10+ inches in me. He was there to punish me and the look in his eyes was feral. He wanted me to hurt. He was about 8 inches in, and the pain just increased. I knew I could take him as I had before, but it was months ago and it felt like he was tearing me open, He stopped pushing and said,” Why did you disrespect me and allow him to cum in you.” As soon as he said that he thrust forward, and I screamed as he forced his dick past my rectum into my colon. I screamed for him to stop. He didn’t. He pulled back a few inches and slammed his dick back in. The tearing sensation continued. Master held his dick deep in me and then when he pulled back, I begged him not to do it again. He just rammed harder. I finally realized that he wasn’t going to stop until I answered him. I loudly said, “I didn’t know that he took off the condom. I trusted You and You said that You controlled what I did.” He paused and thrusted again. “I trusted You and You let him do this. I could barely breathe and couldn’t see what he was doing. I didn’t know until I felt him cum inside me. I am sorry I couldn’t feel the condom on his dick.” He paused again and slowly resumed fucking me, but not with the punishing thrusts or as deep. I opened my mouth to tell him more and he reached up and put his hand on my mouth. I knew I better shut up. Master changed positions and lay on top of me. He put his hands just above my shoulders and got up on his toes and fucked me hard in this position. He looked down on me as he pumped my ass. His sweat was dripping on my face. He started to shudder, and I felt his hot cum gush into my ass. He continued to fuck me as he drained his balls. He continued to fuck my ass for another few minutes then abruptly stopped, rolled off me and go up and left.

Master came in several times during the night. He would crawl up behind me, wrap his arms around me to hold me steady and slide his hard dick into me. He would fuck me hard for a while and then stop without orgasm and pull out and leave. The last time he came in I was asleep and woke to him rolling me on my back and restraining me. He put a pillow under my ass and pushed my legs forward lifting my ass as he drove his dick deep inside me. I was awake by then and could not read his face in the dim light from the hall, but I could tell by the rough pounding he wanted to teach me a lesson. He pounded me; deep and hard. He released my legs and moved his hand to my neck. It was a tight hold and I soon realized that he was continuing to tighten his grip. His deep thrusting never paused. In moments I was finding it hard to breathe and shortly was not able to speak. My head started pounding and I soon lost conscientiousness. I came to quickly with Master still fucking me. Master had moved his hands to press hard on each shoulder, pinning me to the bed as he started groaning and fucking me harder. It only lasted a few minutes and he started to cum. He continued his hard fucking until his orgasm was complete. My cum soaked ass was burning. He just backed off me and walked out of the room.

I woke up the next morning and the house was quiet, and I ached all over. I was still restrained. Master walked in and unclipped all the ropes and told me to stand up. I did, and he put a leather vest on me and walked out of the room. I followed him into the living room. He was dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, but I could see his leather harness under the shirt. He picked up a trench coat and told put it on and a pair of sneakers. Once finished he clipped my hands behind my back. He went to the kitchen and picked up his pack and told me to follow him to the truck. We went down the outside stairs to the garage. He opened the back door to his truck and told me to get on the floor. As I crawled in, he shoved me and slammed the door. He got in and we headed out. We didn’t drive far, and he pulled off into a small parking area. He opened the door and pulled me out while he grabbed his pack. He started walking and I followed. I knew the place. It was an old dam that was made into a park and very rarely used so it evolved into a cruise spot for guys. I had come here many times for a quick blow job or sometimes more. Master led me across the railroad tracks and up into the woods. We walked to the end of the picnic area and then took a trail down toward the river. Master stopped at a tree that had fallen. Someone had used a chain saw and cut the end, so it was flat. Master unclipped my hands and told me to remove the coat. He laid the coat across the end of the tree and told me to bend over. As I leaned over, he pushed hard on my back forcing me down on the tree. He clipped my hands together around the tree trunk and then reached into his bag for some rope. He circled my shoulders with the rope, so I was securely held against the tree. He took several strands of condoms out of his pack and put them on the tree trunk in front of my face. He took out a hood from the bag and pulled it over my face, centering the nose and mouth openings.

I heard Master light his cigar and walk around the area. I then heard footsteps coming down the trail. Someone approached and I heard him say Sir. The next sound was a condom being torn off the stip. Hands were on my ass and fingers playing with my hole. The voice said, Lube? Master responded, Not necessary.” I felt his dick rub against my hole and then pushed in a few inches. He pulled back and then pushed forward. He started to fuck me. He was average size and there was no pain just humiliation to be used as a someone’s fuck toy. As he was fucking me, I heard several others walking through the leaves to stand around me. One guy walked up to my face and turned my head. I then felt his dick rubbing against my lips. I did not open my mouth until I heard Master say, “Open.” I opened my mouth and had a good-sized dick thrust in. I started to suck on it as he started to fuck my face. When my ass was free, he walked back and slid his dick up my ass and started pounding. Everyone knew when he came from the load groans. When he pulled out there was another and another after that. I would hear a condom torn from the strip and seconds later feel someone enter my hole. A few men would eat my ass for a bit before fucking me. One guy fucked me, walked up to my face and stuck his condom covered dick in my mouth. What a horrible taste. He pulled it out then slid off the condom, and pushed his cum covered dick in my mouth and told me to suck it clean. I obeyed. The noise around me slowly subsided. One of the last men to fuck me had a large dick and when he slid into me, I knew immediately that it was Mike. Mike and I had been lovers for a few years, seeing each other several times a week. He was one of the first men that I bottomed for, so I could never forget the feeling of his dick. When he finished, he walked up to my head, leaned down and said, “I still love your sweet ass.” There were one or two more men waiting and then all was quiet. Master walked behind me and unzipped his pants. His dick just slid up my ass as he slowly fucked me. He continued with slow steady thrusts for about 10 minutes, rammed his dick in and shot his load then pulled out. He walked up to my face, pulled off the hood and pushed his dick into my mouth. “Clean it up boy.” I started sucking and licking his dick and could taste the condoms but knew to keep on going. Master said, “Now can you tell when someone is fucking you with a condom.” I nodded yes and quickly received a slap on my head. I mumbled around his dick, “Yes Master.” He said, “Don’t ever let it happen again or you will be punished more than Ryan was.” He pulled back his dick and zipped up his pants. He took a butt plug from his bag and walked behind me and inserted forcefully into my ass. He then undid the restraints, put on a collar and lease on me and handed me a bag and told me to clean up all the trash. Master stood there counting the 20-dollar bills that He charged these guys to fuck me.

We headed back up the trail and a man was walking down. Master asked him what he was looking for? He said he was hoping for a blow job. Master told him I would be happy to get him off. Master jerked down my leash and I went to my knees. Master walked a few yards away and leaned against a tree and lit a cigar. The man walked up to me and unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick and balls. I leaned forward and started to lick his dick as it got firmer. He then pushed it into my mouth, and I started to suck his dick as it hardened. I sucked for a while, and he was getting close. He put on hand on his head and jerked his dick in my mouth. I tasted the first shot of his cum and then he pulled out and sprayed the rest of his load on my face. He shook off his dick, zipped up his pants and thanked Master as we walked back up the trail. Master walked over to me and used his cigar to push the cum on my face into my mouth. He would have me suck the cum from his cigar. He took a large glob of cum on the cigar, held it in front of my face, then raised it to his lips and slowly sucked it off. With a mouthful of smoke, he leaned down and blew it into my mouth. Master walked back to the truck, and he told me to lie on the floor of the back seat. He clipped my hands together and got in the truck and drove out. He pulled out after a small sedan went by and followed it until it turned into a small gas station. The sedan pulled up and parked on the side of the store towards the back. Master pulled in near him. Master looked about for any cameras and then got out of the truck and opened the back passenger door. He had the bottle of chloroform in his hand and poured some on a rag and held it to my mouth and nose.

Master put the rag in a small plastic bag and put it in his pants pocket. He went into the store and found the liquor section and purchased two bottles of bourbon. He noticed the other man come out of the beer cave with two suitcases of beer. Master left the store and put the bottles in the back next to me. He quickly put on his cop rubber gloves as the man approached his car.

Master asked him if he needed a hand opening the trunk and walked over to him glancing around the parking lot. The man said he was ok. Master was right behind him as he leaned over to put them in the trunk. Master put the rag over his mouth and nose and forced him down against the side of the car and held him there until he stopped struggling. Keeping the rag on his face he started to pull him to the back door of the truck and push him on the seat. He put the rag away and then found his car keys. He pushed him all the way in and shut the door. He moved the car behind the store and locked it. He came back to the truck with a suitcase of beer and drove around the back of the store and out the side entrance. We got home quickly as the store is only a mile from my house. Master backed down around the house to the garage, opened the door, and backed in a few feet.

I was waking when the door opened, and Master took the bottles of bourbon and put them on a shelf and returned to pull me out of the truck. I was able to stand, and he undid my restraints and took off my coat. He led me over to the main support beam in the middle of the garage and put my back to the post and bound my hands behind it. He also took some pressure tape and went around my forehead and post several times to hold my head up. He went back to the truck and started to undress the man. He checked his wallet for his license and took a picture of it with his phone. When Master pulled Arron from the truck, he was still unconscious. Master laid him over the tailgate and completed fastening the harness and restraints on him. He threw a rope over the rafter and methodically strung Arron up, so he was hanging from the rafters by his arms and harness. His legs were bound together, and he would be able to stand on the floor when he woke up. Master slapped him a few times and he started to come around. Before he fully woke up, Master placed a ball gag in his mouth and securely fastened it. Master then pulled the truck out, shut the garage door and went up to the house.

Arron came to and looked around and then looked at me. He started screaming for help and straining to get out of the ropes. He looked down and saw the harness and that he was naked and continued to yell for help. He realized that he had a gag and tried to spit it out. I told him not to bother to yell as there was no one around to hear him. That didn’t stop him. I tried to talk to him, but he was too busy struggling. Arron was in his early twenties, average build, good looking, light hair, clean shaven and looked as naive as a boy scout. The garage door opened. Master walked in smoking a cigar, a glass in one hand and his duffle in the other. He walked by Arron and put his things down and poured himself a drink. He then walked over to me and held the bottle to my lips and filled my mouth with bourbon. I quickly swallowed it down and coughed a few times. Master then went to his duffle and pulled out a cigar and gag. He fit the cigar into the gag and lit it. He returned and fit the cigar into my mouth and tightened the gag. “I heard you talking. Shut up! If this doesn’t keep you quiet, I have other ways to make sure you don’t talk. Do you understand”. I nodded yes. He turned and walked to Arron.

Arron was trying to scream and struggling to get loose. Master walked up to him and grabbed him by the throat and held tight until Arron settled down. Master stood a foot in front of Arron, gripping his throat with his hand, the other slowly placing his cigar to his lips, inhaling and then moving the cigar and blowing smoke down on Arron’s face. Arron tried to turn his face, but Master was in total control. He held Arron there for almost a half hour before Master reached behind his head and removed the ball gag. He slowly showed Arron the long ash on the cigar. Master moved his hand and put pressure on Arron’s jaw to force it open. “Be still and learn. Move around or yell and you will get burned.” Arron stiffened and stared into Master’s eyes. Master took the cigar and moved it toward Arron’s mouth. He inserted the cigar and touched the ash to his tongue and let it break off. Master put the cigar back in his mouth and then shut Arron’s mouth. Arron stood there, in shock or fear, based on the look on his face.

Master took another drink and came back to Arron and started to examine him like he was a show dog. Running his hands all over him, feeling his arm and leg muscles, groping his dick and balls. He walked behind him and started at his shoulders and worked down to his ass. He spread his ass cheeks and rubbed Arron’s hole. Arron jumped when Master inserted his finger. Master turned and walked back to me. He reached between my legs and tugged at the butt plug in my ass. Master said to me, “Clench those cheeks, I don’t want any of my cum to drip on this floor or you are going to lick it up.” He walked back to Arron and held the slick butt plug in front of his face. He walked behind him and spread his cheeks with one hand and used the other to turn the plug and seat it in his ass. While doing this the cigar in Masters hand brushed against Arron’s ass and he jumped and yelped. Master stood behind Arron and quietly said.” Arron, you will be begging me to do that to you by the time I am finished training you.”

Master walked over and took some of his drink and opened the suitcase of beer. He took out two cans and opened them. He went to Arron and pushed his head back and started to pour the beer on his lips. Arron opened his mouth as Master poured the beer in and started to gulp it down. He poured down the second can and got two more. Arron shook his head no and received Masters prompt reply – a gut punch that would have doubled him over. Master grabbed Arron’s jaw and squeezed it hard. “Don’t ever say no to me. I am your Master and you will do as I say or you will be punished. I own you; I will use you for my pleasure. If you don’t please Me, you will be punished. To Me, you are some stray animal that needs to be trained to serve. You got that Arron boy?” Arron just stared at him for a few seconds until Master lifted him off his feet by his throat. “I asked you a question. You will always answer Me and you will always address Me as Master.” He held him up until Arron said, Yes Master. Master roughly released him and grabbed the bottle of bourbon. He put it to Arron’s lips and started to pour. Arron coughed but managed to gulp down a few ounces. Master stopped pouring and took a long pull on the bottle. He put it down and grabbed more beer and poured three cans down Arron’s throat; well, most of it went down this throat.

Master reached in his duffle and took out a lash. He walked over to me and slowly started to lash from my chest down to my knees. He slung the lash over his shoulders and removed my gag. He walked over to Arron and held the wet cigar jutting from the gag to Arron’s lips. Arron kept his mouth closed until Master’s hand grabbed hold of his dick and balls. Master squeezed hard and Arron screamed and had the gag pushed into his mouth. Master secured it and told Arron to keep smoking it and whenever he didn’t see smoke from the cigar or his nose, he would feel the lash. Master stepped back and the lash flew across Arron’s chest. Arron coughed and jerked backwards. The lash struck several more times. I said, “Just smoke the cigar.” Master picked up a full beer can and threw it at me. It hit me in the chest, but on the harness and bounced off. It hit the floor and started spraying. Master walked over and put his large hand on my throat and slowly tightened until I passed out. He walked back to Arron, who was puffing on the cigar and coughing. Master stood in front of him, his big cigar in his mouth and his hand stroking Arron’s dick. Master kept stroking as Arron’s dick stiffened. I came to and saw what Master was doing. He was going to milk every drop of cum from Arron. Arron looked pale and I thought he was going to puke in his gag. I knew better than to say anything. Master saw this and I am sure it was part of his plan.

Master took his cigar and dropped the ash on Arron’s dick and continued to stroke. Arron began to stiffen and his eyes lost focus as Master brought him to an intense orgasm. His cum flowed into Masters hand. Master removed Arron’s gag as the cigar was almost gone. He took his hand and pushed the cum into Arron’s mouth and pushed his mouth closed. “Swallow that!” Arron tried but started retching. Master put his hand over Arron’s mouth as he grabbed a bucket to catch the vomit. Master waited and then pulled the chloroform bottle out and put some on the rag and placed it over Arron’s mouth and nose. I watched as Master took Arron down and carried him out to the back yard. I could see through the windows as Master carried him to the ropes set between several trees. He tied Arron in a kneeling position with arms, legs and waist tied between the trees. There was a noose dangling in front of Arron’s head which was hanging forward. Master moved a table and chairs in front of Arron and got his bourbon bottle and cigars.

Arron came to and lifted his head to stare directly at the noose. He then saw Master sitting in the chair just in front of him. Master placed the noose over Arron’s head and tightened it around his neck. The rope went up to a tree branch and then hung down next to Master. He tugged on it a few times and Arron realized he was really in trouble. Master stood up and told Arron to open his mouth. He did and Master started to piss on his face and in his mouth. Arron turned his head and Master jerked on the rope and Arron’s head when up and he opened his mouth. Master washed him down with his warm piss. “I don’t want any of your puke on my dick.” Master moved his chair closer and sat down. He pointed at this dick and told Arron. “You need to learn to suck my dick and take it deep in your throat.” Arron said that he couldn’t. Master just released the rope to the noose and pushed Arron’s head down on his dick. Master said, “You will!” Master stood with this cigar in his teeth and both hands on Arron’s head as he forcefully rammed his dick as deep and hard as he could. Arron was drooling and gagging on Masters dick. Master just kept throat fucking him. Hard and fast. Master was determined to force his dick down Arron’s throat. Arron gagged and coughed, but Masters dick could not fit into this throat. Master finally stopped and Arron just hung from the ropes. Master walked around and lifted up his waist, kicked his legs apart and held him still as he pulled out the butt plug. Master slid his dick into Arron’s ass. Arron screamed! Master just hauled on his cigar and fucked him as hard as he had to his mouth. Arron begged Master to stop, but all that did was make Master fuck him faster. Master started groaning and thrust deep and bred Arron’s ass. Master fucked him until his dick started to soften, then pulled out. Master walked around and finished his drink. He walked behind Arron who had gone back on his knees. He rubbed his cigar ash on Arron’s back. Arron jumped and his ass was up as Master thrust in the butt plug. “I want you to keep my seed in you. I own you and you should be proud that you carry my seed.” Master walked in front of Arron and took the chloroform rag and placed it over his mouth and nose. Arron went limp and Master untied him and carried him to the truck. He took off his restraints and harness and put back on his jeans and shirt. He shut the garage door and drove off. He returned Arron to this car putting him in the driver’s seat and the rest of his clothes on the passenger seat. He put the remaining beer in the trunk and pulled his truck off to the side so he could watch Arron wake up. When Arron woke, he was dazed and did not know what happened. In a few minutes he realized what had been done to him and he quickly started the car and drove off.

Master drove down the driveway and opened the garage door. He walked over to me, and his hand was immediately on my throat, and he started to squeeze. “Now it is time for your punishment for disobeying me, and we have all night.” Master delivered a hard knee to my balls, and I screamed. The pain was intense, and I couldn’t double over with my head secured to the beam. Master looked at me with that feral glint in his eyes. To him I was the prey, and he was ready to hunt. Master never lost eye contact, but moved from side to side slapping my face, chest, dick, arms. He started punching my shoulders. I could never had imagined the pain caused by the hit. My back was against the beam and my shoulders took the hit and my whole body shifted. The pain was still increasing, and Master was punching the other shoulder. Within minutes I was just hanging there. My lips were bleeding, my face red and sore, my shoulders felt dislocated, and I couldn’t even count how many times he kneed or punched me in the balls. Master reached up and ripped the tape that secured my head to the beam. He walked behind me and unfastened the restraints. I slid down the beam and Master unfastened my feet. Master told me to get up. I didn’t hear him but felt his fist as he knocked me to the concrete floor. Master reached down and grabbed my harness and pulled me to my feet and started walking back to the house. I stumbled a few times and Master let me fall each time. Each time he picked me up, slapped me hard so that I fell again. He pulled me to my feet, and we went toward the house. I tripped going up the stairs and Master just let go of me as I fell to the stairs and rolled down a few. “Get up here.” I grabbed the railing and pulled myself up the stairs and crawled into the porch. Master grabbed me and pulled me to the hook and stretched my arms as far as they could go toward the ceiling and fastened my wrists. I was standing on my toes. Master turned me around, so I was facing the wall and slammed both fists into the back of my shoulders. I screamed and had a rag stuffed into my mouth. Master walked into the house.

I hung there for what seemed like hours. My shoulders felt like they were going to rip off me and I would fall to the ground. Master came out of the house, and I didn’t even look at him, I just let my head hang. He came up behind me and put a blindfold on me and then put a bit in my mouth. It was large, almost the size you would use for a horse. He secured it all with a rubber hood. I heard him sit down, light his cigar and pour himself a drink. After a few minutes he stood and turned me around to face him. He stood close to me, blowing smoke in my face. “I told you not to talk and you disobeyed Me. You will always obey Me. You only talk when I ask you a direct question, so be quiet and take your punishment.” A few minutes later I felt something small rub down my chest. When it reached my nipple, it exploded with an electrical charge. I screamed and tried to jump back. The scream was muffled but the pain was intense and the pull on my shoulders was almost as bad. “I see you don’t understand how to be quiet. The more sounds you make, the longer this lesson will be.” Master was deliberate in where he shocked me, always taking some time between each shock so I was always tense and dreading where the next shock would be. He was a Master for a reason as he randomly covered my entire body: neck, balls, legs, arms, nipples, lips, dick and chest. He then turned me around and started on my back. He started at the top and worked his way down. I saw the pattern, but never knew when he was going to strike next. He got to my ass, and I felt him slowly insert the wand. I wanted to say, please no Master, but knew he would only punish me harder. Master shocked me deep in my ass, and for a long time. I was biting on the bit so as not to scream and trying to pull away from the e-stim. Master only pushed it deeper. He finally stopped and I just slumped and hung there.

I hung for a few minutes and then felt the e-stim slide from my ass. It touched my shoulder and I jerked. Master slid it down my back and the shock was intense, but it also felt like it was cutting my skin. He moved to the other shoulder and worked his way down to the center of my lower back. Tears were running down my face and I was sure that I was bleeding. Master leaned over my shoulder and said, “Have you learned your lesson? (he chuckled) I can read you like a book, and you try to show that you accept Me as your master, but I can see you are just trying to trick Me. I don’t like tricks! This was your first time being punished, I really enjoy this and am looking forward to the next time.” I could feel Master’s hard dick against my ass. He moved it between my ass cheeks and thrust deeply. The thrust was so hard I was pinned against the wall. Master started pounding my ass, driving his dick deep so every thrust caused me intense pain. I felt that he was trying to make me scream so he could punish me. I knew that he didn’t need a reason to punish me, he could whenever he wanted. Master kept pounding and then put his hands against the back of my shoulders and held my rigid body against the wall while he bred my ass. He fucked me for a while longer, then stepped back. I then felt a large plug slide into my wet hole. “I don’t want you to lose any of my seed.”

Master spun me around. He removed the gag and blindfold and stared into my eyes. I just looked back until I felt his cigar rubbing against my nipple. I stiffened but before I moved Master said, “You pull back and I am going to grind this cigar into your nipple. You need to learn trust. I am your Master! You are just one of the many things that I own.” I stood there and Master continued to rub the cigar and just as I thought that I could not take any more heat and was sure that I was burned, Master removed the cigar and put it back in his mouth. He puffed on his cigar a few times and reached up and released the chain. I slumped to the floor. Master sat in his chair and reached forward and pulled me over to him. My face was over his slick dick, and I knew what he wanted. I started licking his balls and up the shaft of his dick. My face and goatee were coated in his cum before I was halfway up his dick. I licked to the top and slid the head into my mouth. Master’s hand moved to my head and guided my mouth down on his dick. He started face fucking me and I could fell his dick getting harder. He slowed and I looked up and saw his hand with a small cloth moving toward my face. He pushed his dick deep into my throat and then placed the rag over my nose. He was blowing smoke down on my face as I passed out.

When I came to, I was lying on the porch floor. My mouth had cum drooling out. I went to wipe it away and felt all the dried cum on my face. I slowly propped myself up and looked around. All seemed in order and Master’s truck was gone. I listened for a few minutes that slowly pulled myself up to the chair and then stood up. I walked into the kitchen, and it was cleaned up. I stumbled to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I looked like I had been in an accident and would be wearing buttoned shirts and ties all week to cover the ligature marks on my neck. I stepped into the shower and let the water flow over me. I finally felt good enough to remove the butt plug and squat down. I pushed and felt Master’s loads flow from my ass. I stood again and remained under that water until it started to cool. I stepped out and slowly walked back to the kitchen and down to the basement. I went out to the hot tub and crawled into it. I planned to spend the rest of the day soaking my tense muscles.

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