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Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m!
'OFfiCe JOckS FoR DOmiNaTiOn' 10 (bOARd GaMEs)
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Josh knew how to make this shrieking whistle, which could rise above any noise. When anyone heard it, they would turn to the instigator, which had all eyes on Josh's bod. Not only the source of the whistle, but they gave 'the old man' the courtesy of checking out the muscle-bear's dark brown bod.
After forming the whistle attention calling, which requires the use two index fingers, those two digits are then pointed in Rick's direction, "we need your attention over here!"
Some wanted to continue with the game. Obviously, when the only man in the room is there, fully clothed in shirt, tie, formal suit, right down to the black dress shoes, there's reason to single the him out.
Before anyone could suggest 'getting with the program', which meant to hurry and strip down, Rick is there with explanation, "gentlemen, or not," he giggles at his own stab at humor, "today I've already introduced you to some of the new members of the board, who will be taking Okley Enterprises into the next generation, well, I'd like you to meet Mark Beegie, attorney."
Hiro was the first to make fun of the surname, "Bee Gees? Weren't they singers?"
In all instances, Mark could handle himself, whereas he could leave his intended victim fearing for their lives, but he was kind, beind a newcomer to the group. Even though the Bee Gees weren't his utmost favorite singers, "one of my favorites," he gravitates towards the pudgy Asian, "yours?"
One of the lesser-hairy of the group, under-muscle members of the board, he did have his superlatives, which Mark now was studying as if under the microscope, "you sure have a fine set of pecs there, young man, if you don't mind me saying?"
Geesh! Mark was really stepping out of character and he knew it. In a leather bar, or any kind of establishment where he met with a typical kind of guy, which he was always on the outlook for, mechanic, fireman, a rival counselor of law, hitchhiker, he could adjust the tempo of the meetup, only to reveal his true love of bdsm, if the moment deemed appropriate.
He was working on them, his pecs, Hiro trying to work them till they turned from low-hanging, toughened up, tight against his chest, "probably not as stealth as some of the guys in here who were born with the right genes?"
"Oh shit!" Steve belts out, upon seeing Mark jabs with his hands, against Hiro's pecs, fingers and thumbs grabbing at the brown nips, pinching them.
Hiro was in heaven, at the feel of tough fingers giving his tweakers a workout!
Then, as quick as the approach, Mark loosens his grip and drops the nipplay, "yeah, I thought you would like that."
Like kindeegarten, Steve raises his hand, "uh, can I be next?"
Rick and Josh were both entertained, standing there, taking it all in.
"Hey, Rick," Josh says to his buddy, "did you have any idea what Mark was into, when you hired him?"
"Of course. One of the strong points on his resume!"
With utter surprise, Josh says, "he put on his resume he's a master at bdsm?"
By the smirk on Rick's face, Josh knew he's been had, "okay, so it wasn't on his resume, but did you hire him with me in mind?"
It didn't come to Rick then, Mark more of a party favor, partying with the rest of the Board members, at company events and seminars, "hm," he takes to the usual stance of thinking things through, one arm under the pecs, elbow in the pit of one arm, rubbing his beard with the free hand, "might be fun having 2-on-1 with you, Josh?"
All smiles, Josh, a year older than his bud, 32yo, says with a melancholy feeling, placing a hand on Rick's arm, "you did this for me?"
"Nah," Rick sweetly bursts his sentimental bubble, "you were an after thought."
Dropping his hand from Rick's arm, Josh says, "you're so cruel."
"I know," Rick says, adding, "but I can't be as cruel as Mark and that's partially why I hired him. So, you should feel more appreciative?"
Josh knew where Rick was headed with this. Their occasional deviations from 'just sex', he made Rick feel like a top-notch actor at playing the demanding master, but he knew, as a result of their childhood friendship, into the present, going forward the kinky side of their relationship wasn't going anywhere. Rick was just not that type of guy.
"I am appreciative, Rick. You know that, right?"
Rick smiles. Time for a jab of fun, "you got one thing going for you, Josh, you've always been a top-notch cocksucker!"
Laughing, Josh just smiles, before sharing, "I hope our relationship, be it not like lovers, you feel more than my lips wrapped around your seven inches?"
Suddenly they hear a round of laughter, above the crowd a yell of, "oh shit," Rick and Josh turning their attention to the frascas.
The only man dressed was the center of attraction. From Rick and Josh's perception, Mark was at the trailhead of a long line. First naked man, Steve, was 'standing erect', on his knees, leading a cue of volunteers.
The forty-five year old attorney stood there and as a matter of advertising what he's capable of, shoos Steve's hands away from his belt buckle, with warning, "next time it'll be my belt across your back boy!"
It was easy to get a closer view, being there was a line behind Steve leading the way towards Mark, including JT, but Steve, he was getting all the attention right now.
And, Mark was loving it, a man younger than himself, lusting with want to serve and service, "yeah, that's it. You're getting the idea, boy."
Steve was aware, but never truly was 'trained' in the art, as probably Mark was perceiving it.
"No, no, no, boy," Mark pulls his tasty morsel from Steve's lips.
"What'd I do wrong?"
Mark was being lenient, as the dominant part goes, like when Steve complains his knees hurt from resting on the cement flooring, "someone get a rug for Steve's knees?"
If Mark was out at a club that specializes in this type of give and take behavior, a sub even opening his mouth to speak, knowing or not knowing of the consequences, would have been slapped aside the head and knocked off his perch!
JT says, "there's a slew of yoga mats in the closet."
Suddenly Mark's attentions is swayed, "oh?"
He felt a little conscious, JT standing there, having Mark's eyes travel up and down his bod. Whereas Steve failed at the task, JT picks up the slack, "me, I've got knees of steel, sir!"
One of Mark's expertises, figuring out a guy, which some occurences dictates instant recognition of a situation and how to proceed, he's gifted, "prove it to me, boy."
Regardless, Steve takes a mat and lays it out and fighting for his right to be on his knees in front of Mark, "I suck cock just as good!"
Out of the corner of his eye, Rick's attention gravitated from click to click, but right now he focuses on Mark and how he handles the problem before him.
Mark's patient, watching Steve lay the mat out, not particular of it being under just the knees, "you lay that mat like you know what you're doing?"
Getting a little impatient, anxious to show Mark what he can do for him, JT says, "uh, can we get on with this?"
Having been a dominant top since he can remember, way back to even high school, Mark changes demeanor, from being understanding to barking out orders, "you, boy, can sit there on your knees and reflect!"
Complimenting himself, Steve says, "I'm probably better at doing yoga, than manipulating my teeth at unbuckling your belt!"
JT was so envious, even when he was made to kneel on the cement floor, hold his bod up erect, hands positioned behind the head and elbows up. It tested his limits. At some tasks JT would whine and complain, but knew if he wanted Mark's respect, he himself had to be respectful. It hurt his ego that he had to concede to Steve, watching him get his lips around Mark's tasty sausage.
Mark realizes Steve not an expert at cocksucking, instructing him to use his hands, "we'll have to work on that."
More than impatient, JT ready to drool, voices opinion, "why don't you let a pro do that?"
"I got a better idea," Mark reprimands, "why don't you be a good little boy, get up off your knees and go stand in the corner."
There's wasn't any choice and being JT's crotch was speaking more for him than rational brain work, he got up and headed for the corner. He was there for two seconds when he realizes life is too short to be inactive.
Mark, he lost conciousness of JT, focusing on Steve's abilities, or lack of, "with training, I can turn you into an expert cocksucker."
He waits, then realizes his position, Steve's position, then saying, "permission to speak, boy."
"I was going to answer you, but then didn't, because that's what I thought I was supposed to do!"
He might be new attorney for the board, but right now set aside business, Mark asking, "what's your background, Steve?"
Steve smiles, kind of glad Mark has dropped the roleplaying, and while his hand keeps the attorney active, "at am early age I was more interested in the outdoors. My dad used to take me on trips with him through the forest. When we came to a tree, one which he used an eye's judgement that it would just right to make a chair from, we cut it down and took it home. He was a master at turning a log into finely crafted furniture. It was his business, but not mine."
Before Steve continues, Mark says, "I know they've got to have some water around here some place?"
"Sure. Over here," Steve says, leading Mark over to where there's a wooden cabinet, a refrigerator and closet. He also explains, how patterns of a forest floor got him interested in flooring tiles, the rest history, his interest growing in helping customers at the hardware store, pick out flooring to be installed in their homes.
He opens the fridge, withdrawing two bottles of water, saying, "cup, Mark or right out of the bottle?"
Smiling, Mark got an interpretation of it, "you don't happen to be into watersports?"
"I've surfed and am a decent swimmer."
"Oh," Mark had his answer, which either Steve wasn't into 'yellow ale', or truly thought it was sports activity having to do with a lake or ocean, "maybe you can give me some surfing lessons?"
"It'd be my pleasure!"
They were having a good time. Mark soon caught up to the others, Steve telling him he looked kind of ridiculous, with a disheveled dress shirt, loose tie, and no pants!
"Y'know, for that remark I could have you whipped?"
Not only making comment, Steve busies hands, unbuttoning Mark's shirt, "I love to get whipped. Keeps the endorphins going."
Mark feels him out, "back? Chest?"
"Truthfully, I've only had it a little on the back, buddies playing around in the woods. I'd like to get serious about whipping and other stuff, if you're willing?"
Right now, even though he was partnered with Lucas' father, in an open relationship, it works for Mark, "I'd love to get together with you on a professional level."
After his hands slowly unbuttoned Mark's shirt, from neck to navel, he flings the white shirt back. Underneath, there was a white tee, but something more about the fashion, which makes Steve glow, "wow," he rubs his hands up and down Mark's pecs and abs, "you have nipple rings?"
The pair of hands on his chest and stomach were making Mark hard all over again. For now he put away the roleplay acting, "are you trying to make me come?"
"Is this okay?" Steve says, when his hands venture up, under Mark's tee shirt.
"Oh, it's more than okay!"
It got to the point where Steve was compelled to strip Mark's tee off overhead. Gazing upon wall to wall fur, "oh man, would love to make a meal out of this sometime?"
"I'm sure that could be arranged," Mark breakdown, putting a smug smile on his lips.
"How old are you, Steve?"
"Twenty-eight, and you?"
He made Mark smile, "forty-five. Do you like older men?"
"Uh, yeah," Steve says, feeling guilty that he found out by having just met an older man.
Standing there, questions and answers becoming second nature to what they seem to be feeling for each other, they are abruptly interrupted.
"Looks like I can't leave you alone for a second, Steve?"
His hands were all over Mark's furry front, when Steve suddenly lets them slide down, gasping, like he's found quilty of something, "Jared. You made it."
As Mark originally had walked in, dolled up in his business suit, reduced to wearing only his black necktie, Jared stands there, fully attired.
Instead of replying to Steve, Jared picks the tie up off of Mark's rugged chest, "nice tie."
"I could think of something nicer," Mark replies, grabbing Jared by the back of the neck and reeling him in for a smacker!
Shocked at first, at Mark's forwardness, Jared says, "do you always greet your clients with a kiss, Mark?"
No formal introductions had been made, Mark learning of Jared's name by Steve having mentioned him, but of Jared knowing his, Mark says, "have we met?"
Being a shrink, and occasionally a guy picking up on the thirty-eight year old's incredibly handsome facial features, "oldest cliche in the book, Mark?"
"Yeah, okay. Maybe, but you know who I am?"
It's then Jared says, "can we start over?"
"Sure," Mark quips.
He puts out his hand, "the name's Dr. Jared Wright and being I've been hired as a wellness counselor, I'd be honored by having you as the first person on my office sofa!"
Steve was following, how easy it was for the two to quickly connect, but feeling left out, "Jared is my personal shrink," and to let Mark know the three of them were on the same page, "he's okay with talking about any subject, like, s&m."
"Good to know that, since I owe your boy a whipping?"
"Oh? What's Steve gotten himself into this time?"
"Nothing really," Mark jokes, "except I'd like to see how hard I can make him, in what amount of time?"
Knowing the interpretation, Jared says, "choose your weapon. Personally, I like a nice, light flogger."
"Thick strap, if you think Steve can take it?"
Steve wasn't getting horny as hell, he already was, which since the two weren't paying attention to him and they weren't in any kind of scenario, took to stroking himself.
Upon Mark putting the question to Jared, they turn towards Steve, "oh now, boy, you know that's a no-no?"
Returning Jared's observation, Steve says, "sorry, sir," he drops his slimy shaft, "I'll take whatever punishment you deem appropriate."
Leaning in to kiss Steve, showing Mark they could be more than s&m partners, "damn well you will, boy."
After they enjoy a sweet kiss, Jared says, "what's your plans for the evening?"
It's then revealed Mark has a partner, who happend to be Lucas' father.
"Lucas?" Jared says. "Do I know him?"
Steve, having made Lucas' acquaintance, "he's the young, furry guy over there."
"Hm," Jared's joy center suddenly gets a jolt, "I wonder if it's, like father, like son?"
Steve says, "I'm kind of new on the subject, of s&m, but Lucas says his dad is no limits. Either of you know what that means?"
"Yeah," Mark sharing, "but Lucas, he's not at all like his father!"
"And you would know this Mark, because?"
Standing there, lips slightly in a smirk, "because Lucas' father and I are partners?"
"Oh wow," Steve perks up like a spark lit under his ass, "you're 'that Mark', that Lucas mentioned to me. I don't know how I didn't put two and two together!"
Rather than let a moment get sidetracked, Jared says, "oh then we definitely have to find some time to spend together," he nods towards Steve, "with our boys?"
All for it, Mark says, "let's not leave here today without putting a date on our calendars!"
Jared jumps the gun, "how about every Saturday night?"
While they talked over darkroom plans, talking over what their basements were like, Mark mentions how overdressed Jared was.
Stripped down to his lowrise briefs, the back of Mark's hand skims down the stripe of Jared's abs, "I wonder where this leads?"
About ready to find out, Mark's plan is thwarted, "gentlemen, I'm glad you've decided to get acquainted!"
"Mr. Okley," Jared says, tearing his bod away from Mark's probing fingers, "it's good to finally meet you."
Getting right to the point, Rick says, "Josh wasn't kidding when he said you were drop-dead gorgeous!"
Jared wasn't at all appalled by Josh's description, but of Rick, a finger tucked in the elastic of his brief, "excuse me?"
He backs up, which has his brief popping shut with a slapping sound.
"Oh, have I offended you?"
Maybe a little, but Jared, gazing upon that gym-bod and handsomeness, "not at all."
Showing Rick he wasn't moved in the wrong way, Jared thumbs his briefs and in no time is stepping out of them, "my bad for not following the dress code!"
Rick had gotten a little sketch from Josh, who had hired Jared, elaborating on it, "I heard you talking about this s&m stuff."
"You dabble?" Jared says.
"Um, no, but not phased by those that do, just as long as you keep it in your own private play space."
Mark, who has already shared his interests, "we've already set our plans in motion for this Saturday, if you care to show up, Rick?"
"Uh, thanks. I think I'll pass."
Before Rick left their company, he did enjoy looking upon the two older men, though never jealous of their hairy bods. A mostly smooth guy, he liked the feel of hands grazing over smooth pecs, stomach, but okay with the little fuzzy stripe connecting his navel to trimmed pubes. Balls were always shaved!
"What a shame," Mark says to Jared.
"Yeah, would've been fun to see what a pair of clamps could do for those nips!"
Mark shares, "more a balls man myself, would've loved to put those orbs on the rack!"
Jared gasps, but laughs, "you sadist!"
"Who you calling a sadist, sadist?" Mark comes back at Jared, a fist pressing in against his furry stomach.
"Would love to have it out with you sometime?"
Meaning, bare fosts pressing in against each of their dad bods, tight abs being ground by knuckles, staring into Mark's eyes, Jared says, "you into having these tested?"
Mark says to Jared, "oh yeah, you better fuckin' believe it!"
Jared, still in his street clothes, Mark upper half clothed, it became obvious for the pair to analyze the situation.
The newly hired company shrink leans a shoulder forward, hand engaging, "oh yes, I can clearly see you're up for a gut workover, but one thing?"
Mark was almost ready to shoot creme, only to have the provoking action, Jared's tender massage breaking loose, and heeding, "I suppose you're wondering what's in it for you?"
The two were being kind of friendly, trusting of each other, for having just met, Jared saying, "why don't you gutpunch me first, then I'll do you?"
"Sure," Mark instantly agrees, except in an unsincere, sarcastic manner, throwing his idea out there, "I'll work you over, then after all the fight is out of you, what are you going to do? Throw your wimpy punch into my 6-pack?
Mark's partially unbuttoned dress shirt was hanging from his shoulders, tie loose, but still in a noose, as Jared's two hands try to investigate what his mind is thinking, "six pack, eh?"
Their eyes lock, the attorney standing there, with only the partial picture of what his massive hairy chest was giving way to, allowing Jared to unveil what lies ahead, "six pack? Really. Like, you want to show me where the 'six' begin and end, Mark?"
It was already on Jared's mind, but what the shrink wasn't prepared for, is what Mark's shirt also hid, "what the heck are these for?"
"Oh shit, Jared," Mark calls out, when each of Jared's hand go for his fuzzy pecs, each index finger working its way into the center of each steel circle, "you act like you've never seen nipple rings?"
Of course Jared has seen another man flaunt rings embedded in their pec spots. First stop on his career was working as a high school guidance counselor 'slash' practicing psychologist. As he furthered his education, he landed a job as registrar at a nearby community college. After obtaining a full-fledged degree, which gave him a license to practice officially as a doctor of psychiatry, he already had it under his belt, how young guys felt about their bods.
Of what Jared has discovered, Mark explains, "before I got myself partnered up, I knew I was sensitive," looking down at Jared's tugging fingers, "down there, and suddenly it me, why not make it a 24-hour thing, instead of having lie there in bed, tweaking my own nips, while trying to produce a massive erection."
But suddenly, it looked like Jared has lost interest, revealing the reason, "oh, you have a partner?"
"Yeah." Mark says, with confidence, "we have an open relationship and he's the kind of guy that likes to share. You?"
"Uh, yeah," Jared turns around to discover the guy he's just met, gone. Then, spotting him across the room, "oh, there he is, talking to that other guy, I think his name is Tommy?"
Both new to the company, they have yet to meet and greet everyone. Fortunately for Jared, one of his knacks, he has a photographic mind and having perused the company files, can instantaneously see a guy and at least volunteer his first name. However, is was mixing up that logic, that every man in the room, except himself, gave more than a face recognition, driving that photo finish view batty!
"We should be assertive and go introduce ourselves to Steve's friend?"
Before Jared confirms, he question on his mind, "I see you're into cubs?"
"Oh," Mark comes back with, "I see you're into labels, Dr. Wright?"
"I find it sometimes a good thing to define a man."
Standing there, Mark's shirt having slid off his bod, he clenched it, holding it at his side, the only article of clothing, the thin tie noosed around his neck, "and what labels would you adhere to me?"
"Several," Jared leaves it vague, "but I'd have to get to know you thoroughly first, before I could say so?"
About twenty minutes prior, Steve got bored and walked away from the two. He had gone not more than a few feet, when he literally rans into Tommy Rossi.
"Oops, sorry about that Tommy."
Of their almost identical bods colliding, "I'm not, but I'm curious. How do you know my name?"
Steve had heard that before, guys having sideswiped his hairy bod, which he was glad to hear, "me neither. But oh, about your name?"
He knew he had put Steve on the spot and in bailing him out, "I guess you might be like me, once I put a face with a name, I seem to never forget it?"
"So, you're talking about at the beginning of the meeting, when we had to introduce ourselves?"
"That's right," Tommy enunciates, "Steve!"
The age difference between the two, by a couple of years did not discount the idea they resembled each other, so much that they could pass for twins.
About ready to bestow that upon each other, Mark and Jared enter their space, "hey, how's it going guys?"
Jared, who already knows Steve, places an arm over his shoulder.
Tommy says, "oh, you know each other?"
It was complicated, Jared leaving it at, "we're friends."
Only because Jared has passed on the information, Mark says, "hey Tommy, I'm Mark," he holds out a hand.
When Tommy grips Mark's hand, he has a feeling he never wants to let it go, "hi."
It makes Mark smile, which a feeling a warmth comes over him, "very nice to meet you too."
The handshake acts as a gravitational pull, their chests colliding, each greeting the other with a welcoming kiss.
After breaking apart, Tommy says, "I love your beard."
"Yours too," Mark says, running hands up and down Tommy's fuzzy arms.
A little shy, Tommy says, "I like your tie."
Tommy wasn't wearing any clothes, for Mark to compare, but that didn't stop him from complimenting, "I like your winter coat, 'woof'!"
Jared was getting tired of standing there and after finding out from Steve that Tommy was unattached and Mark in an open relationship, "hey, you two care to have some supper with Steve and I, after the meeting?"
"Supper?" Mark says.
When cell phones came along, Mark stopped wearing a wristbanded watch, "what time is it?" It also sparked his interest, "where the heck are my pants?"
Tommy flirts, "I like you just the way you are, Mark!"
"He's right there, Mark," Jared says, eyes on the attorney's pubes.
"I second that," Steve says.
Suddenly violated by three pairs of eyes, Mark says, "well, I have to find my pants. My wallet and everything else are in the pockets."
Tommy says, "I hope the inventory includes some condoms!"
They all laugh as worried Mark, searches the room for his pants.
Of their conversation, Steve says, "well Tommy, I guess this solves the problem of you finding a man at 'your' age?"
Missing out, Jared says, "just how young are you Tommy?"
"Thirty-eight. You?"
Steve, already familiar with the statistics, "oh wow, you and Jared are the same age."
Big on flirting, Tommy says, "really, Jared? I wonder if we look the same?"
As Tommy and Steve had already found out, not only are they the same 'cubby' build, nice upper, slightly paunchy gut, almost identical pattern when it comes to their frontal assault of hair covering, slight difference in anatomy, but height rounding out that twin-like resemblance.
Of this obvious appearance, Jared covers himself, "I guess you'll have to wait until after dinner to find out!"
"Well," Tommy says with a clap of hands, "guess who's coming to dinner?"
Steve didn't get it, but Jared did, "I love that movie."
"What movie?"
Tommy says, "'Guess who's coming to dinner', You never saw it, Steve?"
"Well, I've never been so humiliated," Mark says, returning from the room search.
He had his pants on, but still only sported the tie over his fuzzy chest.
"Where's your shirt?" Jared asks.
Frustrated, it showing, Mark says, "I'm assuming someone else is wearing it home."
"No problem," Tommy says, "I love going barechested. You can wear my shirt."
As Mark follows Tommy back to the line of chairs, where in the beginning he left his folded pile of clothing, Steve says to Jared, "I love going barechested too, and bare-bottomed!"
"Well," Jared, unphased by the room full of naked men, whereas he's fully clothed, "when I get you home, just to let you know, I'll be filling that bare bottom up!"
Saying it, Rick happens by, "oh good. Steve filling you in on what's going on, Jared?"
Really, they hadn't touched on the subject, but not sure it would get Steve in trouble, that they've only had thoughts on what was going to materialize when they got home, Jared says, "uh, yeah."
Rick stares Jared from top to bottom and back, "then why aren't you naked?"
He pats the thirty-eight year old in the stomach, laughing at it like the joke he was making and walks away.
Steve says, "Rick sometimes cracks a joke, when he really means to get with what he's saying."
"Nice, but too bad he didn't do my stomach with a little more force!"
One of the things Steve has learned about Jared, whereas his shrink, aka boyfriend, could easily assume a role of a dominant, can turn tight around and crave a guy to punch him in the stomach. It didn't really phase Steve to do this, rather having his own beefy gut worked over, but did it for the reason, 'in a relationship, it takes giving, as well as getting'. That's what Steve was working on, points Jared gave him as a relation maker or breaker. It's also a little price to pay for all he was getting out of, knowing Jared. It was tricky, getting his psychiatrist to first come out to him, but then, finding they could trade off what gave each of them their jollies, making each other stiff and leaking, that kind of a tough feat. However, soon after Steve became Jared's psych patient, they cut the BS and lay it out on the table. Literally that is, behind a closed, locked door and paneless windows, they took the session beyond talking out problems and got right to it, a hands on process of dealing with inhibitions.
Of the force behind the power, Steve says of Jared and his lusting for gut punching, "oh, and do I know that power!"
"I think we should put our thoughts off till later?"
Jared was right, Steve agreeing.
"Um, about what the boss wants?"
Steve's giggling made Jared smirk, both with their eyes trained on his zipper region.
"Damn you and your words!"
All this talk of what each has likes, causes a bloating feeling in Jared's crotch.
But then they are interrupted, "perfect!"
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