The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
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INCENTIVEs 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"I got an idea!"
"What is it this time, Ludovic," Virgil replied, swiveling around in his leather chair.
"How about we only make Marco shave two of the hairy guys?"
Tossing his pencil over his shoulder, it landed on the desk. Virgil thought the answer to the question might prove entertaining. "Now why would we want to do that, Petr?"
"Well, being you have a hairy one all picked out and I wouldn't mind having a hairy guy that...." he beat around the bush like a little kid.
Virgil knew why, but decided to let Petr sweat it out. "Oh so your `wimp' proved not to measure up to your understaking, so you're zeroing in on boy number two. So. Entertain me Petr. Whom did you have in mind?"
"Well Kevin is probably big enough for the both of us, but...."
He settled that by asking Petr, "Name contestant number two?"
"Scott's kind of turns me on. Not too much hair, but a hot trail separating his abs. Not too boney either and unlike you I kind of like the navel not `too' deep?"
"So," Virgil began to sum it up, "So, since you lost your little wimp-boy you're going after Minor, is it?"
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Same time Petr was feeling out Coach Balzo, the guys were whooping it up in the shower. Passing by David Chevers, he stops to offer Tom, "Here's your dogtags back," lifting them over his head.
"What're you crazy, David?"
"I thought you didn't like giving them up, Tom?"
"I didn't. I still don't but for now we've got to play their game."
"Yeah," Keiron Halpenny said, upon eavesdropping, rubbing a bar of soap over his pale, almost pink skin, "for now it's Coach Balzo's way or we're out."
Marco listened in, surprised this bunch of freshman were so `with it', forseeing the writing on the wall.
"How's that go?" Scott Minor asked, repeatedly rubbing soap up and down his stomach.
"Tell'em. C'mon Sandro. We've been around awhile. Marco, you fill them in," Dirk Concannon badgered.
"Why me? You know what's going on," he said of Dirk.
"Because," Sandro says, "you know as well as Dirk and I the star swimmer' of the team can do no wrong'!"
The other twelve, all freshman heralded to Dirk's side, prodding Marco on.
When things quieted, Marco agreeing to tell all. Well almost all. "The game is...." he hesitated, not sure he wanted to say anything since it would be putting himself on the line if Coach ever found out. However, like his other colleagues said of him, he could `do no wrong'. "you have to do better than your best."
Steve Minor says, "How can that be? We do our best as it is."
"It's not good enough," Marco tells them. He goes on to tell them it helps if they forsake every other item of pleasure, the parties, group sex, mentioning if it applied, anything else other than studying and attending classes and be `in the pool'.
"Is Balzo crazy?" Jake Ranistro asks. Characterized by always wearing a hoodie, he stands under a shower in the buff, casually rubbing soap over his crotch.
"Yeah he's crazy alright," Sandro replies.
Then the soap box is pushed in his direction, Miguel asking, "For real?" He wasn't joking this time.
Dirk puts it, "Let's just say if you aren't one hundred percent into what you're doing then the swim team's not for you. Trust me."
Donatello inquires, "And what is this clause in our team contracts about `corporal punishment'?"
It's one of the subjects purposely avoided. But now that it was out in the open, Dirk leaves it to, "You're turn, Mathieu."
"Oh no. Not me. Marco, you do it!"
"Wimp!" Marco calls him.
Nobody could know the warm feelings Donatello was having for the twenty year old Frenchman, disputing all accusations about Mathieu.
"There's one little kinky thing about how Coach Balzo picks his swimmers and Sandro, Dirk, Mathieu and I know it for fact. I don't know who his sources are, but he finds out one way or another and this is the first priority. So if you're not out of the closet, you are now. The four of us are gay and so are all of you!"
Marco, Dirk and Sandro laughed out loud, Mathieu smiling as all the others questioned each other, `Is it true?' and other like comments.
For two particular swimmers they didn't worry about the others, but themselves, David and Tom staring at each other. Behind the crowd, Tom walked until he was standing next to David. He sweetly placed a kiss on David's cheek, David's hand rubbing Tom's back.
"Uh-hum!" Marco cleared his throat above the ruckus. "And that' type of behavior," he pointed out the affection between the two, "is highly not' recommended if you care about each other. In fact the rest of you. If you develop any personal ties, then `do it' outside of the gym."
They hadn't gotten to the foremost issue, so Donatello brings up once more, "What about the corporal punishment clause?"
Marco thought he could sideswipe the subject, but was wrong. He stood there for a moment collecting his thoughts. Not wanting to be the one to inform them of the grim consequences for doing wrong, he settled on, "Just don't do anything wrong!"
"Oh come on," the guys yelled, denouncing Marco's decision.
Most knew what corporal punishment was, but the info they searched for they wanted to hear about it now instead of experiencing it later. As it also said in the `contract', each swimmer had ten days to opt out of it. Marco left, but the other team members from years past, Dirk, Sandro and Marco got bombarded with questions regarding.
"Hey, okay if we talk?"
"About what?" Scott returned to Keiron.
Leaning against the wall Keiron focused on Scott, trying to get his attention, tearing him away from gazing downwards, still hands washing off his stomach and chest.
"Thought you might like to get some pizza and a beer after practice today?"
"Thanks but no thanks. They made a mistake. I'm `not' gay!"
Keiron wanted to tell Scott his back was still soapy but didn't push the issue. Standing there he watched Scott til he was out of sight.
"Remember what Marco said to you," Mathieu makes remarks to Tom and David, wildly kissing each other.
They broke it up long enough to tell Mathieu to mind his own business.
However, from behind Mathieu came a secret admirer, "So, you hooked up with anybody yet?"
Turning around, Mathieu came face to face with Donatello Bombatti. He thought the dark hair over his forhead and the forest of fur on his chest hot. But Mathieu chose, "I'm kind of busy. I'm carrying a heavy load this semester."
Donatello turned with the flow of Mathieu walking from the shower to the door. His hand fell to his crotch, feeling them up as if his lower anatomy was feeling the disappointment.
"Hey, want to grab a beer?" Dirk, one of the four longstanding members of the team defied all odds.
As he scanned Dirk's smooth bod, Jake replies, "Sure. You're treat?"
"Of course and more if you're into it?"
The others left after drying off a bit, dabbing at chest, stomach, pist and then with the towel in both hands dried their backs, then fashioning them around their waists. Walking out in a wavy single file, Sandro grabs at the back of Miguel's towel, stripping it from around his torso. "Heeeey!" Miguel replies as if surprised it wasn't Sandro.
"Don't tell me you're surprised?"
The U-shaped beard on Miguel's chin, coupled with the lightly haired stache gave him the appearance of a jester when he smiled, like a clown not needing the heavy makeup to appear like he wore a wide grin. He got around the defined answer, "I'd be more surprised if it were anybody else trying to get a look at my ass!"
"You're right," Sandro returns. "I liked it so much I wouldn't mind having it all to myself!"
Miguel says to that, "Y'know I can go either way," meaning he was versatile between the sheets.
"I've always thought of myself as one way', but as they say, never say never'!" Then Sandro got worried, still holding Miguel's towel, sticking to his chest, "Here," when he spotted Balzo and Ludovic exit the office, Balzo putting something in his pocket, an item he well knew, but wondered which of his fellow swimmers was up to be used as the initial example of Balzo's system of providing incentives through the administration of how he dealt with every guy keeping themselves concentrating on swimming and not falling prey to going against his rules.
"Gather round men," Balzo called out as he faced guys either wearing their toweled skirts', drying off thighs or already half-dressed in biefs or pants.
Scott Minor had advanced to having his tee shirt half over his chest. He didn't feel or sense it, but Petr's eyes were eating him up!
"Form a circle men," Balzo said.
Marco was wondering when Balzo was going to get around to this. By year it varied. Sometimes he let a guy off the hook the first day, other times making his example at the first gathering of swimming class. He glanced toward Dirk and Sandro, both giving him a smirk and nod back. Where's Mathieu?' Marco mouthed to the two. When Mathieu showed they breathed easier. At least, from knowledge of years past they knew it wouldn't be them, but a rookie swimmer picked out of the freshman class as the example', unless one of them didn't show promptly.
Tom Coppinger already had one strike against him plus some negative notes written down in Petr's notebook. Little did Tom know he was the highlighted office talk behind closed doors. He seemed to have even more points tallied in his disfavor as David and he showed tardy to the circle of swimmers. Balzo looked to Petr, the two exchanging glances.
All eyes focused on the head honcho, Coach Balzo, with his opening remarks which seemed quite mundane to the four who have already heard the same opening speech, being their second, third or fourth times. Marco and Sandro, being seniors, could've recited it in their sleep!
"So from what I've explained I'm sure you will agree with me that one of you' has violated two of the most important rules, "Listen when I'm speaking and when I say move', you `move'!"
Four of the guys relaxed, but the others could not, with the mention of corporal punishment and Balzo's final remarks. Fastidiously they searched the room, matching up faces with what transpired during the afternoon swimming session.
Tom felt crowded', his thoughts wondering, Why's everybody looking at me?' Of course he well remembered what transpired today between Coach Balzo and himself, refusing to give up his dogtags, giving Coach some lip over it.
"So," Balzo paused to make them sweat it out, even though their shower and dry skin appeared to be shiny, but he was looking for more, "Tom, why don't you step over here?"
The guys were already expecting it and Tom hadn't a doubt it would be `him', but he still felt reluctant.
"It only gets `worse' if you don't react," Petr added, a smile on his face.
So, towel-wrapped around his waist he reported to where Balzo stood, facing him. Boldly, Balzo reached out for the towel saying, "You're not going to need this."
Gut reaction, Tom put his hand on Coach Balzo's stopping him from removing something so personal. "This is sexual harrassment!"
"You read the contract thoroughly no doubt?" Balzo asked.
"Yeah I read it, so?"
Cutting to the chase, Coach calls out, "Coach Ludovic?"
"Huh? Oh yeah," Petr replied, fumbling with his notebook, opening it and then turning it right side up as he forgot about Scott Minor for the moment. From it he read the contract clause, about the corporal punishment and it showing right cause for the accused to come away from the experience utilizing the lesson learned to justify the means.
"Right. I understand," Tom replied, "I'll stand up and take my punishment, but..."
"Then do it!" Coach said, overriding Tom's hand and wipping away the towel from around his hips.
Tom didn't like it one bit. "But," He started his last plea."
"Listen Coppinger. Like it says in fine print, you have ten days to void your contract. You messed up the first day. If you're going to cry like a little woosie then you're not worthy for the team. I'll not have discipline problems, having any of my team members shooting their mouth off. So, if you're not willing to stand up and take it like a man then you can empty your locker and get your wimpy ass out of here!"
That's where Petr got the word from. When he arrived at the college he had transferred in at the senior level. Along with him he already had a mean streak and over the following few years learned how to craft his skills from Coach Balzo.
As for Marco, Dirk, Mathieu and Sandro, they knew the drill. The only unknown factor at this point was wondering how Coach would react. For now, Marco figured Tom had at least two demerits, one earned a few seconds ago when he challenged Balzo with removing the towel, then an hour ago when he gave him some guff over the dogtags. As for not readily giving up the dogtags Marco figured it a humiliation tactic, one Coach and Ludovic probably felt movement in their jockstraps, watching Tom crawl'. Also, over the past few years, the star-swimmer' status he's had, Marco was left out of the `incentive ceremony'. Last year it seemed to be Dirk always involved. He chocked it up to the swimmer's bod being that of nearly the perfect mold of a wrestler. Dirk boasted a hefty chest, wide and worked out, abs taut and nice set of guns.
"So are you with us Coppinger?"
At least he remembered what Marco spelled out in the shower, not even daring to look at David. He also thought, like his family values dictated, to stand up for himself. He pictured his dad doing the same, the gallant soldier he was. So he surrendered himself saying, "Do what you have to do."
Petr read out the offenses.
However there was a surprise in store as Coach Balzo announces, instead of Dirk, "Marco you'll assist with the punishment today."
He was lost for words as his mouth dropped open, a silent reply only replying, `me'?
"Something wrong with that, Pinarello?"
He hesitated.
"You with us Pinarello?"
"Um... sure..." but instead of moving he was frozen still.
"Uh-hem!" Dirk coughed, knocking his bare foot against Marco's.
He wanted to say to Dirk, You go ahead', but he knew it would put himself on the spot with the possibility of receiving some discipline. But then it flashed through his mind. He wasn't ever under the scrutiny of Coach Balzo. Why now?'
"Last chance, Pinarello," Ludovic reinforced Balzo's decision. Well it was actually a conglomeration of crafty talk, both deciding since it was Marco's last year they should not be so lenient.
With reserve he walked slowly towards the two discipliners and the one to be disciplined.
"You know the drill," Coach dictated.
Nobody could be more surprised than Tom when Marco wove his arms through his, putting him in a full nelson. Instead of Balzo or Ludovic Tom tried resisting the bondage position he was being forced into. Unknowingly to the quartet up front, it was Dirk who put a hold on David's forearm, keeping him from making a move which would jeopardize things any further. As he did, Dirk silently thought what muscles David had, thinking maybe he might even be stronger than himself, noticing every sinewy vein in David's arm popping out. He momentarily lost track of the proceedings thinking how hot it might be having a one-on-one with David on the mat.
However, David's attention was fully set on the happening at the front of the small enclave of lockers. He watched as Coach Balzo dared to touch Tom, placing his `filthy hands' on Tom's torso to try calming him. Same time he watched as Petr set his clipboard down and from his hooded sweatshirt pocket pulled a roll of duct tape.
"What the hell?" Tom dared to say as Petr produced a set of leather handcuffs stuffed in his pocket earlier.
"Nah," Balzo said to Petr. "The duct tape."
"What the hell is that for?" Tom questioned, his full attention on Petr handing the large gray roll to Balzo.
"Keep talking, Coppinger and I'll keep adding up the demerits!"
Miguel, now already noted as the team clown wasn't laughing as he whispered to Sandro in a serious manner, "I'm not so sure I want to be a swimmer now."
Sandro, who had other reasons why he didn't want Miguel to quite the team replies in an equally soft tone, "I got used to it. You can too." He added a vote of confidence, rubbing Miguel's add cheek through his briefs.
It did make a difference right away in Miguel's intentions.
It also occured to the four veterans from years past Coach was kicking up the heat, doing what would constitute a major infraction, skipping over the leather cuffs for the tape.
By now Tom was squirming like crazy as Coach Balzo took a long stretch of duct tape and tore it from the roll with his teeth. Getting erratic he starting yelling stuff like he had no right to do this, screaming at Marco to let him go.
Same time, David seemed to feeling what Tom was feeling, scared for him but also something more which had only filled his soul as of a couple of hours ago. Tearing his arm away from Dirk he approached the four, wedging his bod in between Tom and Coach Balzo. "Let him go."
"Oh," Coach Balzo addressed the smooth swimmer jock, "so the pot gets thicker." Then to intentionally hurl insults, "I take it you allowed Coppinger here to rape your ass already?"
David didn't say a thing, maybe a little smarter than Tom, but most likely a builtin part of him, not allowing his ego to take over, staying reserved as his yoga and martial arts training has taught him. Instead he stared Coach Balzo down with a natural face, not flinching a muscle as he kept his cool.
"I can stand up for myself," Tom replied, as if responding to Tom and the coaches as well.
Smiling, Balzo ignored Coppinger's pleas, saying, "I accept the challenge!"
Right now Petr wasn't feeling anything more or less than if any other guy was standing before him. Ever since he had new sights set on Scott Minor, Coppinger and Chevers were out of the picture. Yet they weren't totally out of his system, him feeling a strong force within his loins, anxious to watch the contortion on Chever's face as the punishment was dealt out, the screams of pain endured.
"Release him, Marco."
Too, when Marco slacked his arms, allowing Tom to `swim free', he thought he was off the hook.
"Where you going Pinarello?"
It did dawn on Dirk, Mathieu and Sandro why all of a sudden Marco wasn't Coach Balzo's pet swimmer. They knew something was up and for their own benefit instantly decided to start watching their own backs. Yet, Sandro smiled when he thought he'd rather be watching `Miguel's back'!
"I just thought... since... well uh, since..." Marco replied flustered as he did a u-turn from walking away.
"The stakes haven't changed," Balzo told him, yet his gaze keenly set on Chevers, both locked eyes trained on each other.
David didn't flinch a muscle as he allowed Marco to put him in a full nelson. Matter of fact, David sought to make it as easy as possible developing a short rhythm which let Marco bind him up easily.
Two of the guys, Keiron and Karl had to `help' Tom retreat from the punishment scene, blocking their bods with Tom's so he didn't act out on David's behalf. By now, after the incident at poolside then in the showers, they kind of had the feeling Tom and David were striking up something more than swim buds.
"What's he doing?" Tom says to the two fellow freshman whom flank the sides of his torso and shoulders, keeping him caged in.
Keiron responded for two he didn't know.
Capable of containing David in the prison of his arms, Marco at 6'3 could move his stomach back and still hold David standing there at 5'11. All of the guys wondered what misery would befall David. But it wasn't only Marco sweating. He could see at least the sweat building up at the small of David's back. He was plenty nervous, but by the relaxed pose of David he had contrary opinion.
No stranger to this performance, setting up the discipline session for one of the more persuasive ways to keep the swimmers in line, Balzo wound the duct tape all the way around David's bod, attaching a piece to the left side, about even with his navel. Petr helped hold it so Balzo could fetch it from behind David's back. "Petr?" he called attention to the next detail.
With pleasure, Petr took hold of David's cock and raised it up, pinning it against his stomach.
Again Tom questioned Balzo's motives, along with the other freshman. Sandro, Dirk, Mathieu and Marco very well knew what was in store. However, the solid, straight-faced act David put on they weren't so sure this would come across as brutal as if Tom was the victim.
Balzo smiled at David who indeed had painted on his face a straight-faced look, looking forwards, over the shoulders of the two coaches as if in another world. The others, if have the duct tape run over their' cocks, pinning their' cocks squashed against their lower abs might have not been able to keep up the forced pose of nonreaction.
For now, wrapped up in his work, Balzo didn't rain anymore punishment down on the crowd of gay onlookers, even though the freshman wondered what David was being prepared for. But it became even `more' bizarre when Coach Balzo orders, "Get that gut up against Chever's back!"
Marco had the reaction, `me'? forming at his mouth, then from his lips, "You don't mean me Coach?"
Taking his two hands he sandwiched Marco's back and Chever's stomach together, forcing the two to meld as one. David didn't respond even though his cock was being pressed into his stomach. Now this is something any of the guys, new to the team or otherwise. After calling on Petr to pull an extra long yardage of tape off the roll, the two began wrapping both Chever's and Pinarello's bods, pairing them up in a mummified fashion. Only difference, Marco's cock wasn't against his own stomach. But there was a sick reason for this. Reaching between David's legs, Balzo fished for Marco's cock.
Letting out a sigh, Marco gasped as his 10.5c was ripped up between the freshman's legs and yanked so it almost stood the height of David's, lying nearly the full length alongside. A sound of pain did escape Marco's lips when Balzo yelled out, "Coach, that fuckin' hurts!"
Petr said right away, "Get used to it, Pinarello!" and flashed a grin.
Uncaring, Balzo concentrated on David. On his mind was how he was going to break David down, make him heel to the intended punishment he would be enduring. Almost losing his stance, Marco regained his footing as his balls were grabbed and forced in the cavity of David's thighs along with David's big balls. They almost matched as if a set of twins!
"Tape!" Balzo called out.
By this time more than one whisper had been buzzing around the lockerroom. As if the other swim jocks were on trial, they all sweated profusely in the room which seemed to resemble a sauna.
Seeing David still collective, Balzo said as he and Petr fastened Marco's bod to David's, his cock taped up with David's, against David's stomach, "You're gonna love this Chevers!"
Marco still protested, Petr still grinned even giggled at times at Marco's futile efforts. After all Marco had seen this done to guys. So nervous was he, he hadn't even realized he still held David in a full nelson, making it easy for the duct tape to be wound around both bods and both cocks.
"Now to keep you two from thwarting my plans," Taking a hold onto the white string through Petr's hoodie, Balzo gives it a fast pull.
"Hey!" Petr yells out in protest.
Marco smiles.
David gets a little kick out of it.
Balzo replies to Petr's yelp, "Shut up. You wanna get taped up behind Pinarello?"
If not for the corporal punishment part of the duct tape bondage, Petr would actually not mind being duct taped, pinned to Marco's back, with his cock up Pinarello's ass! But he conceded.
"Oh no Coach... oh fuck that hurts sooooooo bad!" Marco called out loud enough for both he and David, David not breaking any reaction to Balzo tying the hoodie lace around both their big ball sacs.
All the time, Balzo tries feeding David's fears, trying to make him crack as he tells, "You're gonna be damn sorry for all the trouble you caused me today. You'll be wishing your `girlfriend' took the rap instead of you!"
It's the one time David stood adamant, replying out of turn, "I doubt it!" Breaking his gaze over Coach's shoulder, he cracked a little smile.
Not as controlled as Chevers, Coach Balzo frowned with a tinge of anger at not making Chevers break in the slightest. He at least expected more than the sweat breaking out all over his bod.
David got the hint as Balzo yanked on the hoodie string, Marco responding with agonizing pain. David could have felt as much or more pain than Marco, from both sets of balls rising out of `his' pubes. Because, when their balls were strung up to the base of their cocks, Marco flinched, drawing David's arms even tighter, more taut in a more tortuous position as if David was on a rack. Marco felt it some, the duct tape pulling at his cock, but David took it all in stride.
"How can he take it?" the guys asked among themselves, astounded at David's perserverance, but not commenting on Marco's pain.
"Why don't we kick this up a notch?" Balzo said as he made the final adjustment.
Balzo didn't even ask or tell David, but rather made a taut line out of the white lace, stretching it between his lips.
Changing his stare directly at Coach Balzo, he opened his teeth to accept the straight line. When Balzo let go he smiled a slight grin, which began to make Balzo's blood boil as Petr's balls began to reach the boiling point.
Still not believing this could be happening to him, Marco resigned to a slight state of shock, repeated over and over his feelings, "I can't believe this is happening to me.... I can't believe this......"
David lost his smile but not his composure as he saw what Balzo pulled out of his sweatpants pocket, a small leather item with several frilly leather fronds extended. "Ready Chevers?" Balzo said with a laugh and grin.
For the two, minus Marco, this was not about corporal punishment, not about evening up the score, but rather breaking David. Both kind of sensed this as the two attitudes clashed while the duct tape rounded the two swim jocks' bods. Marco was a mess, but David kept a cool composure even though Marco was racking his bod.
"Tastes good," David dared saying through his teeth.
"Will ya shut up already, David!" Tom yelled.
Completely phased out from the crowd of sweat-smelling swimming jocks, Balzo had his agenda in order. In midstream, at the remark he decided a change of plans. "Is that so?" he said, dropping the quirt on the floor. "You've got a big lesson to learn Chevers." Wearing sweatpants, his brain told him he needed an alternative weapon. Ludovic had sweats as well. So, without a word he left the front of the crowd to rummage through lockers. Frozen in place as well as Marco, the others didn't dare interrupt his locker search. From his `pet swimmer's' locker, Kevin Kestler's he picked up a pair of size 38 jeans and ripped the belt from the loops.
"Shit!" rang out among the lockerroom. Eyes followed him back to where Marco was cemented to David.
Petr had a toothy grin on his face saying nice and slowly, "Way... to.... go.... Coach!"
Marco dreaded what was to come. Unfortunately for him he couldn't predict when his torment would begin, not being able to see over David's head. He wondered if David felt his labored breathing on his neck, causing a massive pool of sweat.
"Oh you're gonna hate this Chevers.... Yep. Bet after this you'll be begging for me to tear up your contract!"
Gulping, Marco wondered when the real punishment would be delivered as he felt the belt tapping lightly on his balls.
Defiantly, but in unrealistic thinking, meant to mock, David replies, "Or you'll be begging me to tear up `your' contract?"
Dropping the string to say it, Marco almost died when Balzo yanked hardest of all on the string to place it back in David's mouth, who readily accepted it along with a smile back at Coach.
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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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