Justin's family owned a vacation house on a lake up in Wisconsin. It was his home away from home; ever since he was a little kid he'd spent a couple weeks there every summer with his parents and two sisters. Now that he was out of high school and a full grown man it was a place he could retreat to for some quiet time, by himself or with a few buddies - and he knew exactly which buddies he wanted to bring along. The place was a perfect getaway for a long August weekend, one last big blast before knuckling down and getting back to serious training.
It was a great big cabin with four bedrooms, just the thing for four pairs of horned up wrestlers. It sat on a secluded cove without a neighbor in sight. There wasn't even much boat traffic, no real reason for anyone to venture into this little corner of the lake, so the whole property - including the back yard and the tiny dock at the end of the footpath - was ours to use as we saw fit, with no worries about anyone else watching over us or butting in.
Travis, Carter and I piled into Justin's SUV early on Friday morning and rode up with him. It felt so fucking great to be hanging out with them again. Of course I'd been with Carter over the summer as often as I could but we hadn't even seen the others since the end of spring semester. We were so happy to be together as a team. Our mentors - Jase and Kyle, Greg and Ben - would be coming up later in the evening, so the four of us had the whole day to ourselves for a boys' reunion.
"Who's up for a swim?" Justin bellowed out as soon as we dropped our bags inside the front door.
"Yeah!" we all agreed, and started digging into our gear.
"What the fuck are you guys lookin' for?" Justin taunted us, cocky as hell.
"A pair of swim shorts," Carter said.
The big guy smirked and calmly peeled off all his clothes until he stood there naked before us, his cock already starting to thicken and plump. "Don't need no goddamn shorts. We're in a man's world now."
Travis grinned and shed his own clothes to match his brother. Carter and I exchanged a sly smile and quickly followed suit. Justin opened a cupboard and pulled out four big beach towels, tossed one to each of us and then charged out the back door with the rest of us chasing him down the hill to the water.
Justin sprinted to the end of the dock and launched himself into the lake, and one by one the three of us jumped in after him. The water felt amazing on our bare skins; it had to be eighty degrees and crystal clear. We laughed and splashed around, wrestled and dunked each other's heads under, as carefree as I think I'd ever been in my life. God, I loved being with my brothers again. And being like this - naked in the great outdoors, at a cabin on a beautiful lake with nothing to do but swim and play and chill and fuck all weekend long - was the best thing I could imagine.
When we'd all cooled down and had our fill of frolicking Justin climbed up onto the dock and spread out his towel. The rest of us followed his lead and soon were sprawled out next to him side by side by side by side, dripping wet with the hot sun warming our muscled bodies. We couldn't get enough of looking each other over - we were so accustomed to seeing one another all leaned out for wrestling, and even though we'd lost some of that shredded edge, our summer workouts had left us looking big and jacked and ripe. After packing on the muscle to move up a weight class I admit I was flagrantly showing myself off even more so than my brothers, loving the way their eyes grazed over me. Our four cocks were semi-hard before we knew it.
Travis wasted no time at all. The little guy absolutely worshiped Justin and couldn't bear to keep his hands off that big bull stud's body. We watched with eager smiles as he stroked Justin's thick meat fully hard, licked and sucked on his nipples and buried his face between those massive pecs. I wrapped my arms around Carter and he turned to me and mashed his lips against mine. We made out hungrily, grinding our muscles and our stiff cocks together to the sounds of Justin's animal grunts and Travis's satisfied whimpers.
After a couple minutes we heard their bodies reshuffle and the grunts became deeper and more urgent. I looked over Carter's shoulder to see Travis had moved down between Justin's knees and was deep-throating him like a champ, swallowing every inch of that thick huge cock and clearly loving it as much as his brother was. I gave Carter a look and he nodded to me, our telepathy kicking in. We positioned ourselves one on each side of Justin; each took an arm and raised it over his head and we both dove in and began licking his hairy pits. Justin reeled with pleasure, arched his back and moaned gratefully, cradling our heads in his hands as we moved to his nipples and licked and sucked and gnawed, his meat still buried deep in Travis's throat. It was our way of thanking him for bringing us here this weekend, and reminding him that we were all one happy family.
I loved being side by side with Carter working that goddamn muscle stud, every so often taking a break to exchange a kiss with my brother. Justin was responding beautifully; he squirmed and wriggled under all that focused attention, his muscles rippling and tensing, our three-on-one action driving him quickly to the edge. Suddenly he jolted upright, holding Carter and me in his beefy arms and nudging Travis back with his knee.
"Guys!" he cried out. "We forgot about the fuckin' beer!"
We all giggled like crazy as we hustled back to the house, our stiff cocks bobbing in the breeze. In the back of Justin's SUV were shopping bags and three large coolers loaded with goods - food, ice, and four full cases of brews. We hauled it all inside and stashed it away in the cupboards and fridge, leaving one of the coolers packed with ice and beers for easy access. No need to slip our shorts on; we loved being naked around each other - giving each other a slap on the ass or a mischievous dick squeeze or tickle to the ball sack as we worked. Funny how only a year ago I wouldn't have imagined doing that kind of shit, and now I couldn't imagine my life without it. I wondered if any of us would bother putting clothes on the rest of the weekend.
When everything was stowed away we grabbed a round of brews and headed to the living room, flopped down on the furniture and sipped our beers and relaxed. We talked about all the shit that didn't get said in the car, the personal, intimate stuff that flowed out a lot more easily once the excitement had died down and we could kick back together in our bare skins and look one another in the eye. Mostly we just affirmed to each other that we really were tied together as close as could be. I loved them with every fucking bit of my heart.
"So, whatta ya wanna do now?" Travis asked idly.
Justin looked over at him, then nodded to Carter. "I wanna eat his ass."
"Okay by me!" Carter grinned.
The big guy looked to me for permission. I glanced at my brother on the sofa right beside me. "Fuck yeah," I said. "As long as I can watch."
Justin chortled. He got down on his knees and crawled over to the sofa, grabbed Carter's ankles and yanked them up and apart. Carter smiled dreamily as Justin's scruffy face jammed between his thighs and into his crotch, his tongue wickedly teasing Carter's hole as one hand wrapped around his cock.
Travis and I traded looks of sheer wonder as Justin attacked Carter's ass like he was starving for it, his warm wet slippery tongue poking and prodding and probing deep inside. Carter's eyes gaped wide and his jaw dropped open as that muscle stud ate him like never before, his body erupting in shivers and shudders whenever Justin hit a sensitive spot. And Carter definitely had his share of sensitive spots.
"Does Justin always...?" I asked Travis.
"Oh yeah," he nodded with a gleam in his eye. "All the time. He fuckin' loves it."
"You lucky dog!"
Carter's eyes locked in on mine, pleading. Telepathy again; I knew just what he needed. I leaned in and began making out with him, and we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed with desperate passion as the big guy went right on eating his ass. I could feel every lap of Justin's tongue through my brother's reactions - and felt Carter's frantic yearning when he grabbed my cock and started wildly jacking. Meanwhile Travis had slipped in front of Justin and resumed his sucking, swallowing that long hard meat while his brother kept right on licking.
Finally Justin backed off. We all quit what we were doing and looked at him.
"Well," he said, "this one's ready!"
"For...?" I asked.
Justin smirked. "What, do I have to do everything myself? Get in there and nail that ass!"
I grinned back, rushed to my bag and pulled out my jar of Vaseline. Carter positioned himself comfortably on the sofa, knees in the air, his wet hole gaping and begging to be fucked. I sure didn't need any more coaxing. I slid two fingers in and teased him as I greased my cock, locking eyes with my brother staring deep into each other. My cock head rubbed against his hole and he moaned softly, urging me on. I pushed my meat smoothly in and he wrapped his legs around me, pulled me close with his muscled arms, met my eager lips and tongue with his. I was buried inside him, engulfed by him, inseparable. Loving the way Carter's body meshed with mine.
Meanwhile Justin had gone to work on Travis, diving in and licking him into a frenzy - but the little guy couldn't wait. He climbed on top of his brother and greased that mule-sized cock, sat on it and took it in right down to the root. Then greased his own, a damn good shank of meat for such a little guy, and stroked himself as he joyfully bounced up and down. Justin's bare ass was flat on the floor, his massive shoulders wedged back against the sofa as his little brother took control and worked him ruthlessly.
Travis yelped and moaned as he rode that rail while Justin grunted heavily, just inches away from where I pumped and pounded my brother - who draped an arm across Justin's chest and clutched him tight. There was nothing in the world like being part of a team. Carter meant everything to me and fucking him was the very best part of my life, but having our brothers with us made it all the more exciting. Hearing their sounds of sex and passion, feeling the whole sofa shake as the big guy twitched and jerked intensified the pleasure even more, gave an extra boost to my cock, made my testosterone spike right through the ceiling. And I knew it was the same for Carter, the way his arms and legs clenched me, his hips rocked back and forth to meet my thrusts, his mouth attacking my ears and neck and lips.
Travis let out a yell and suddenly something warm and wet splashed across my face - the little stud was shooting his load, clear over Justin's shoulder. Carter laughed and smeared that hot thick cream all over my chin, forced me to suck it off his fingers, licked it off my cheek. I pounded him even harder, thrusting my cock into that sweet hot muscular ass as deep as it would go. Soon I felt the familiar tingle rising from my toes.
I held off as best I could but there was no escaping the wave of urgency creeping slowly up my legs, and another one flowing down from my forehead to meet each other head on at my cock. With no more chance of holding back I blasted a thick spurt into my brother, gripping him tight and gushing like my very life depended on it. By the second spurt he unleashed himself too, his cum feeling warm and wet and sticky as it splattered over our abs. It felt incredible, like our skins were hotwired together and lighting each other up. I kissed him like there was no tomorrow as we dumped our loads for each other, our muscles tensing and straining, bodies jerking, hot thick cream pouring out in spurt after spurt.
And then our boy Justin let out a loud bellow and shot his own load into Travis. The little guy yelped with pure delight; he truly loved his brother. They rocked and quaked together, Travis taking every ounce of that big stud's aggression and strength, and when he was finally done curled up content as a kitten in Justin's arms.
Minutes later all four of us were piled in one big heap on the floor, arms and legs intertwined, muscular bodies mashed together. Just relaxing and holding each other close without needing to say a word. A wrestler never feels right unless he's tangled up with somebody.
"Fuuuck," Justin finally groaned. "It's gettin' late. We gotta get things ready before the other guys get here."
"What things?" I asked. "Whatta ya got in mind?"
He gave me an evil smile. "You'll see."
By the time Greg's car rolled up the driveway everything was set. We were just cleaning up from dinner; we'd grilled some massive steaks and tied into them like hungry wolves, ripping away at that good red meat and washing it down with beers. Lounged on the deck chairs out back for a while watching the sun go down over the lake. Finally picked up all the dishes and headed inside. A knock at the front door, and Justin trotted over and swung it open, his huge cock dangling out for the world to see.
"C'mon in, buddy!" Justin smiled warmly and pulled Greg inside.
He looked us over, four naked studs with wild ass grins on our faces. "What the hell, have you guys gone feral or something?"
"No clothes allowed this weekend," Justin told him. "Join us! Go dump your shit in one of the bedrooms and peel those fuckin' rags off!"
Greg gave us a nod and a smile and headed upstairs. We traded devilish looks and tiptoed after him one at a time, giggling and shushing each other. Travis peeked around the corner as his mentor kicked off his flipflops, stripped off his T-shirt and shorts and briefs.
"Get him!" Travis yelled, and we all poured into the room and tackled him onto the bed. Carter and I held Greg's arms down and Justin grabbed his legs while Travis slipped the Velcro cuffs onto his ankles and wrists, looped the ropes around the bedposts and tied him down tight, flat on his back like a starfish, straining against his bonds to no avail. One mentor down, a helpless captive, stark naked on the mattress.
"What the fuck are you doing? Lemme go!" Greg yelled.
"Sorry," Justin said. "Can't do it. Ya gotta take your punishment like a man."
"God dammit! I'll fuckin' kill you guys!"
"Shhhh!" Travis hissed. "Don't make so much noise, you'll spoil the game!" He stroked Greg's abs, teased his nipples, leaned in and tenderly kissed him... then shoved a rubber ball into Greg's mouth and tied the gag around.
Greg's eyes blazed fire as the four of us gently laid our hands on his body, fondling and caressing him from head to toe. He struggled his hardest but soon found out it was useless; his arms and legs were stretched out taut, the cuffs holding strong, the ropes not giving an inch. Finally he gave up and settled down, and we teased and molested that smooth muscled body to our hearts' content with our four full sets of hands and fingers, lips and teeth and tongues. His cock was as stiff as a flagpole and we all took turns licking the drips of precum off the tip and sucking the nervous sweat from his balls.
Travis brushed the hair from his mentor's forehead and gently stroked his cheek. He gazed deep into Greg's eyes, gaping wide and staring back at him pleading for an explanation. "Because we love you," Travis whispered, kissing his cheek and then starting to giggle. "And because when you're in this house, you need to learn who's boss."
We would have played with Greg a little longer but soon we heard the sound of a car pull off the road and roll into the driveway, gravel popping and crunching beneath the tires. Carter peered out the window. "It's Ben," he said. "Let's head back downstairs and get ready."
Once again Justin answered the door with his cock dangling, longer and thicker now. Ben eyed him oddly, then looked past to the rest of us backing him up with wide grins. "So you started the fun without me," he said. "Where's Greg? I see his car..."
"He went out back to check out the lake," Justin said quickly. "He's bare ass just like we are. Get your ass upstairs and toss your shit in one of the bedrooms, then get those clothes off and join us."
Ben shrugged and headed upstairs, where he found one bedroom door closed and the other three open. He stepped into an empty room, dropped his bag, peeled off his clothes... and the four of us pounced.
With four stud wrestlers piling on he should have known he didn't stand a chance but six months in lockup had made him as tough as rusty nails. Ben fought us like a wildcat, his jailhouse reflexes kicking in as if it was life or death. He battled furiously, fists jabbing and arms flailing, threatening us with vicious side kicks that could have laid any one of us out cold. Finally Justin subdued him by tackling him onto the mattress and holding on tight, crushing down on his mentor with his full weight and absorbing a barrage of stray blows while the rest of us snagged Ben's wrists and ankles one at a time and lashed on the restraints.
Justin rolled off, grinned and playfully rubbed Ben's head, then grabbed a handful of hair to hold him still for a kiss on the cheek.
"You goddamn fuckers!" Ben screamed. "You cocksuckers!"
"Don't give the boys any ideas," Justin said. "We've already got plenty of our own." And before Ben could shout another word a rubber ball was stuffed into his mouth and a gag was fastened around.
Another captive. Two mentors down.
We were all still panting and sweating from the exertion of tying down Ben. We traded grins as we grabbed his arms and legs and squeezed and massaged, pinched his nipples good and hard, got a nice strong grip on his cock and kissed and sucked that big red bulbous head. He responded just as predictably as his brother Greg had, his meat good and stiff in no time, his sweat and the quiver in his muscles as much from arousal as from anger and fatigue. We licked and nibbled and teased him all over as he glared at us and whimpered helplessly, no doubt plotting some heinous revenge even though his quick deep breaths and freely leaking cock told us plainly it wasn't such a terrible experience for him after all.
"You think I'm your boy, huh?" Justin growled into his ear. "You're gonna have to earn that shit."
Justin gnawed on that ear and teased it with his tongue, drawing out an instinctive shudder. He'd just begun kissing and nibbling Ben's neck when the sound of another car engine rumbled in from the street.
"Oh fuck," I said, peering out the window. "It's Jase and Kyle!"
We knew they'd show up together; those two were never apart. And we had a plan to deal with that; it would just be a little bit trickier. The four of us flew downstairs and struck casual poses, panting and sweating and grinning like fiends. Justin answered the knock at the door; by now his cock was fully hard and jutting out proudly.
"Ready for action I see," Jase said. "Good boy."
Kyle looked us over as they stepped inside. "Hmm, looks like you boys have been busy already. Where's Greg and Ben?"
"Upstairs," I said quickly. "They wanted a little private time. Come on up, I'll show you your room."
"You guys want a beer? Oh - fuck!" Travis cried out, timing it just right. "We left the cooler outside. Kyle - can you come help me bring it in?"
Kyle eyed him oddly. "Sure, why not?" he said, and followed Travis out to the back yard while I lured Jase upstairs.
"I'm so glad you're here," I told him, once we'd passed by the two closed doors and stepped into the room. "I love being naked with you."
Jase grinned and peeled his clothes off, and I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. I steered him to the bed, we stretched out together on the mattress... and I snagged him with my best leg lock just as Carter and Justin burst in and grabbed his arms. Jase only had enough time to bark out "What the fuck - " before he was gagged and bound and stretched out spread eagle like the others.
Three mentors down, one more to go.
I ran my hands over those smooth muscles, took a nice long lick of his cock - already straight and stiff. Before I could go any further I heard Kyle's heavy footsteps clomping up the stairs.
Justin, Carter and I exchanged nervous glances - we'd hoped Travis would have stalled him a little longer. Before we knew it Kyle was striding down the hall and poking his head in the doorway. His eyes widened when he saw Jase all trussed up on the bed. He began to snicker, then a look of realization came over him. "Wait a fuckin' minute," he said. "What do you guys think you're - "
In an instant Justin barreled into him, shoved him out of the room and through the last open doorway across the hall. Carter and I charged after them with Travis trailing behind. Justin bull rushed the big stud onto the bed and scored an easy takedown but there's no way he was getting caught on his back; Kyle flipped over and quickly tried to re-establish his base. Against Justin alone he might have stood a chance but with Carter and me yanking his arms out from under him and Travis snaring his legs the four of us managed to break him down flat, face down on the mattress. We got the cuffs around his wrists but suddenly stopped short.
"Wait, this is no good, he's still got his clothes on!" Carter protested.
I looked him over and frowned. "I'm not letting his hands loose to get his tank top off."
"Fuck it," Justin said. "We'll tear it off 'im."
"The hell you will!" Kyle raged. "This is my favorite fuckin' shirt!"
We decided to solve that problem later; in the meantime there was a lot of work to do. With Justin still on top of him squashing him into the mattress the three of us started working on getting his shorts off. Easier said than done with Kyle howling and raging like a rabid moose but little by little we yanked them down and pulled them off his ankles. Thank God the guy liked to go commando; I don't think we would've been able to handle a pair of briefs too. We spread his legs and tied them down with him yelling and fighting us every inch of the way, and then Justin strapped on the gag and shut him up. Finally we pulled the tank top up over his head and it was done.
The fourth and last mentor was down. With his ass in the air.
We flung open all the bedroom doors, reveling in the sight of those studs held captive and helpless. We made the rounds and taunted them, laid our hands all over those hot ripped bodies, licked and nibbled their ears and necks and nipples and cocks. The poor guys were rock hard in spite of themselves; we could tell how much they hated playing into our scheme but no way could they make themselves immune to the pleasure we were giving them. Each fat thick drop of precum made us hoot and yell in triumph and crowd in two or three at a time to lap it up.
And then Justin reached into his bag of tricks and pulled out the heavy artillery. Feather dusters and furry mittens, to be applied with extreme malice.
You wouldn't think a wrestler would be ticklish but there were some spots that just couldn't bear the touch of something fluffy and soft. The soles of the feet. The armpits. The head of a nice stiff cock. And from Kyle's position, the perineum, that sensitive region of the crotch otherwise known as the gooch, or the taint.
One by one we visited our captives and tickled and teased them relentlessly, pulling the victim's gag off for the duration of the session so his fellow captives could listen in. Those furry mittens gliding slowly over nipples and abs and cocks, feather dusters lightly brushing feet and pits and balls and taint stirring up moans and wails of torturous pleasure until those big strong studs were begging us for release - from their bonds, from our domination, from the mounting fluid pressure filling their balls till they ached.
Just to play with their heads even more we worshiped them as we teased them, kissed their cheeks and stroked their heads and whispered into their ears how much we loved them. All true of course, and all outrageously evil.
After a couple good sessions with each of them we kissed them sweetly and headed downstairs for another round of brews. It had been an incredible evening but we weren't quite done with them yet. We sat around sipping our beers and plotting our next atrocity. An opportunity like this one wasn't likely to come along again anytime soon and we wanted to make the most of it.
We never should have forgotten about Ben.
The other guys understood it was a game - a cruel one, but a game nonetheless. They were weren't too happy about it but they were content to ride it out; they knew we'd play and tease a while and then we'd make them shoot a hot thick load and let them go. But Ben had been in captivity for real; he'd spent six months behind bars on an arrest that never should have been made. He'd been a prisoner day after day for long enough it must have often felt like no end was in sight. He didn't have a sense of humor about it, but tenacity - the son of a bitch had that like a motherfucker.
From the moment we tied him down he was plotting his escape. Every moment we left him alone he was working on those wrist cuffs, twisting and pulling, loosening each tiny Velcro hook. To the rest of us it seemed an impossible task, way too difficult and frustrating for anyone to actually see it through. But Ben had that Shawshank mentality, an iron will and a ton of resolve. Once that first cuff began to tear open it was all over.
"Let's go start in again on Kyle," Justin suggested to us. "I need to get a taste of those beefy ass cheeks!"
The three of us eagerly agreed and followed him grinning and stroking our cocks, up the stairs to the door at the end of the hall. Justin flung it open and stopped short - the room was empty; nobody was home. The ropes lay loose across the bed.
We traded startled looks, then opened the door to Jase's room - vacant too. Then Ben's room, and another empty bed. The four of us crowded nervously around Greg's room, the fourth and final door. Justin reached for the knob and paused, afraid of what he might find waiting for us on the other side.
Suddenly the door flew open and four furious mentors spilled out into the hall. Jase and Kyle grabbed Justin's arms and yanked him into the room, bent him over the edge of the bed and pried his legs apart. Greg tossed Ben a bottle of lube and he slicked up his rigid cock and pressed it to Justin's hole and jammed it in. The big guy howled as his mentor pumped and pounded away delivering a lesson on the consequences of bad behavior. Travis, Carter and I stared with wide eyes as our ringleader took his punishment like a man, his cries of suffering quickly morphing into grunts and moans of guilty pleasure.
"And don't you three think you're getting away with this either," Jase warned, releasing Justin's arm and stepping toward us.
It was useless to resist. We knew we had it coming. Greg grabbed Travis, Kyle grabbed Carter, and Jase grabbed me. They bent the three of us over the bed alongside Justin, passed the bottle of lube around and shoved their greased cocks into us.
Jase felt thicker and harder than ever as his meat burst into my hole, stretching me to the limit. I gasped for breath as inch after inch rammed into me, slid all the way out and slammed back into me again. Carter was taking Kyle's cock right beside me and we gripped each other's hand and held on tight. I yelped and grunted as Jase thrust into me again and again, pounding away like a jackhammer.
As I listened to the chorus of grunts and moans from four bad boys taking their beatings I realized this couldn't ever have ended any other way. Those studs weren't about to roll over and play the bitch once we let them out of their bonds. They were our mentors now and for life; one way or another they'd always have the upper hand - and maybe that's exactly what Justin had wanted all along. I glanced down the row at him taking his pounding from Ben, grimacing and grinning, sweat beading up on his forehead and rolling down his face. That big jacked goof was loving every minute.
Jase's strong hands gripped my shoulders as he drove his meat into me once more. God, he was such a stud. When I felt his strength, the way he manhandled me, his unbridled power and lust, it made my cock so fucking hard it hurt. He thrust into me again, growling and grunting, muscles straining, his stiff rod reaching deep inside me filling my whole body with the craving for more and more and more. I could feel each blood-gorged vein grinding back and forth through my tortured sphincter, his swollen cock head bludgeoning my prostate. I wanted that stud's cum inside me so bad I could barely stand it, wanted him to shoot so long and hard I could taste it gurgling up my throat. My cock was hard as a rock and leaking precum like a faucet.
I think Greg was the first to blow. He let out a yell and started pumping his load into Travis, and it caught on and ran through the rest of us like wildfire. Jase began panting and moaning, wrapped his arms around me and clutched me tight and began bucking wildly as his hot cream flooded my guts. I couldn't possibly hold out any longer with that ripped handsome stud cumming in my ass. I blew out my own load long and hard, loving the feeling of my hole clenching down on his hard thick cock, gushing my juice all over the mattress until I was drained.
When we'd both finished thrashing, Jase turned me over and looked into my eyes, wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I clung to him desperately, wanting nothing else in life so much as his acceptance and forgiveness. I'd always be his boy, no matter what - as Carter would be Kyle's, and Travis would be Greg's, and Justin was now learning to be Ben's.
"Are we good now?" I asked him. "No more punishment?"
Jase smirked. "I don't know, it's gonna be a long weekend. No more tricks?"
"I don't know." I grinned back at him and giggled. "It's gonna be a long weekend."
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