Part of the 21 WAYS TO KILL A BOY series
It was on my eighteenth birthday party that I was introduced to another side of Bruce Martins I never thought existed. The first time I met him, he had struck me as a quiet and serious man who was all about business(which evidently he was very good at). Then the second time, though he had displayed some level of humanness by throwing in some chitchat about dead birds and earbuds, I still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around him especially then that it was only the two of us in the dense shadows of the apple trees.
However it was on that night of my eighteenth birthday that I realized first impressions are not always as right as everyone says. That rugged cage beaten up by several hours of toiling in the sun was apparently harbouring a human who could smile, laugh and show affection, speaking of which, I could still almost feel his thick arm around my shoulder as, with a big smile, he wished me a happy birthday. That gesture as simple as it could have been, still lingered in my memory and it kind of had triggered a craving for something more than just his arm around my shoulders. It had never crossed my mind on that day I had first set my eyes on him that one day I would yearn for a deeper connection with the man. Maybe 18 was my mystery number.
Bruce's little house sat like a joke in the shadow of Uncle Bob's imposing big stonework house. By itself, t was not that small or wretched but in comparison to the only house in it's expansive lush vicinity, it was like a little shacky mistake in a sea of perfection. As the morning breeze caressed my arms and legs that were exposed by black cotton shorts and a white t-shirt , I could hardly believe that I had given in so easily to the urge to pay the man a visit, the same whose aura of exaggerated black male bravado had all along struck me as forbidding. But not until that one magic touch at my birthday party that had crushed down on my... I don't know, let me just call it, 'fear of big rugged charcoal-black men', a fear I didn't know until I met Bruce Martins.
I hesitated as I took an unsure step up the porch but something seemed to be steering me on, something that had some if not everything to do with the void that Tyler's vanishing had created begging to be filled. Before I knew it, I was standing on the porch with the door an arm's length before me both beckoning and forbidding at the same time. For a moment I looked back at the big stone house basking gloriously in the morning sun before I looked back at the worn out plank of uncertainty waiting to be rapped on. The two options were clear, it was either the tired piece of wood before me or the proud stately mass of stone and tile coaxing me back home. The latter smoothly prevailed over me and I, almost ashamed of myself, turned to slip out of the place but before I took the second step, a creaky sound sent my heart scampering but all my limps frozen. In the stillness of the morning and the stealth of my actions, the sound was a bang that made my eyes, for a moment, squeeze shut and everything inside me cringe.
"Looking for me?" a familiar voice officially sealed the little moment of sheer awkwardness.
I awkwardly turned back to face the folly of my urges and... Blimey!
Suddenly the cover of denial over my mischievous side was blown off as my eyes fell on the breathtaking sight standing before me. It was Mr Martins and, for some reason, he was shirtless exposing a sturdy chunk of black meat and something in me kind of whispered, "Isn't this what you have come here for?" I tried to smother the little candid voice but it was too loud to be stifled with every fiber of my being echoing its harsh confrontation on my decency. I had been cornered and I could no longer deny why I was here: I wanted more than just an arm around my shoulder. If I wasn't too ashamed of myself, I could have been surprised by myself: as if a black arm ravaged by many years of farmwork was not enough, River Booker, the only son of the noble mayor-elect Reginald Booker wanted more.
"No, I just wanted to... I...", I stumbled for the right words to defend my pride and dignity but words failed me.
He sniffled out a chuckle with a smirk crossing his face as he gave me a hard, teasingly incriminating stare, "You are not a very good liar, are you?"
I couldn't answer but just swallowed my pride(and I mean literally) as I could feel it gliding down my throat triggering a choke along the way which I quickly cleared off.
"You can come in, boy. Nothing wrong visiting your uncle's help", he stepped aside with a big smile that melted off a substantial portion of the tension in me but sparing only the bit linked to the generously exposed flesh below his neck.
I succumbed to the teasingly courteous smile and ambled into the blurred space of humbleness which served as my unlikely host's abode. Something in me cringed as the door kerplunked shut behind me and for a moment I kind of regretted my impulsive maneuver but everything melted off as his welcome swiftly massaged away the cringe, "Get yourself comfortable as I put on a shirt." You better do that! I quietly agreed with his thoughtful suggestion.
I lowered myself into one of the deep brown couches and before my eyes could really have a better look of this novel space of simplicity, the man sauntered back in now putting on a black vest. That was quick. He collapsed beside me with a laid-back grunt shaking my attention. Strangely, what I was feeling now sitting beside a man who was not very far from the definition of a stranger was far from uncomfortable.
"So to what do I owe this special pleasure?"
"Nothing, just came to say hi", I readily responded dropping as much pretense as I could. Besides, there was nothing wrong visiting my uncle's help. I looked at the man and a strange smile lighted his face and his eyes caught on as they gleamed while fixed on me.
"Thank you, so...I heard about your little friend", he said as the jolly feel in his voice died down into light gloom. I didn't know how to answer and an eerie silence ensued as I fought off the dark haunting memories.
"Sorry for bringing that up", he added and before I could say anything, the couch fumbled as he drew closer to me and placed his arm around my shoulders... again. "If you need some company, you can always find plenty of it here."
"Thank you", I breathed out my gratitude as the weight of the moment made my insides churn. I savoured the warmth of his body before impulsively I looked into his eyes. Our eyes locked, my heart palpitated and a warm sensation shot through my belly as, like an echo from a kinky dream, he said with a voice barely above a whisper, "I know why you are here." At that time it felt like I had been put under some kind of spell as my eyes remained stuck to his.
I looked on as his face slowly glided towards mine and my lips quivered but just as his face was a few inches from mine, he whispered again, "This is what you wanted." His face closed in and our lips brushed against each other for a second and parted but not far from each other. Everything that was happening now and where I thought all this was going was characteristic of a dream, yet I knew it wasn't. It was happening!
He pulled me closer to him and I could feel the warmth of bodies escalating by the second into a flare of passion. Everything was happening too fast to be real!
"You wanted this?" tumbled the question from his lips which were only far enough to pose the question but close enough to seep in the warm passion building up in every ounce of my being. I nodded in affirmation as all the walls of pretense came tumbling down. I think I saw a dangerous smirk flashing on his face before vanishing as quickly as it had appeared before his lips dropped in on mine sending a ripple through my chest, slow, warm and terrifyingly right. Yes, wickedly right: I was now eighteen and I had sanctioned him to grant me what he knew I wanted. He slowly deepened the kiss like a secret passed from lips to lips before my mouth was full of him as he kissed me slowly but surely as if he was memorizing the taste of my lips one second at a time. Is this really happening! Every fiber of my body was just as shocked as it was willing.
The dreamy moment was sealed by an invitation that was as dangerously naughty as it was tempting, "Let's take this to the bedroom." At the kinky invitation which was all wrapped up in in a leering look, something in my belly shifted and for some reason, my eyes fell to his torso in escape from his predatory look only to land on his torso. A breath caught up in my throat at the sight of his torso being crowned by a pulsating mass furiously protruding through his zipper spot and, as if there had been some communication to its kind behind my zipperless thin shorts, mine throbbed hard. The next thing I felt was Bruce's hand groping over my hardness forcing a moan off my throat.
"Come", he muttered with his voice oozing dirty intentions as he released my crotch before standing up. I also rose and like a sheep being led to its slaughter, I followed him towards the door that was at the end of the lounge opposite the front door. Once in, the first thing that caught my eye as the door slammed shut behind me was a wide bed covered in a purple sheet with two white furry pillows at its head.
The man sat on the bed, opened his legs wide and pouted his fleshy lips at me as he beckoned me to come to him. I readily walked into the v-shaped space between his legs and no sooner than I had, his arms went right around my lower back drawing me in so close to him that I could feel his heart beat against my belly. For a moment, he held me to his body before his arms disentangled and the next thing I felt were his huge hands wantonly going up and down my spine as if they were in some kind of contest.
Finally his hands slowed down on my back and slid down until they passed my waist and slowly, I felt them barge into the elastic waistband of my shorts and as the flesh beneath it met the touch of his warm coarse hands I gasped as an overwhelming sensation shot through my veins and I could feel my dick start to drool. As each of his hand helped itself to a generous chunk of young white meat, it was at this point I knew I was all his and this was just the beginning.
"Oh boy!" he gushed as he wantonly fondled my ass sparing not even an inch of it. "Perfect... Yummy... Oh boy... I want this...", he sporadically spurted lustful words as his hands ran all over my ass.
"Only real men know how to use up all this sweet tenderness ", he finally said before, with a sigh, his hands pulled out of my shorts.
Spoiler alert: He proved himself a real men, he used it up real good.
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No sooner than his hands had pulled out of my territory of 'sweet tenderness' than he pulled down both my shorts and brief in one swift swoop. My dick jutted out as the heat of the moment gripped me and I found myself pulling off my t-shirt to which Bruce gave me a smirk that seemed to say, "Naughty boy!"
With the desperate haste of someone with a pressing goal, he jerked up to his feet and pulled down his jeans before kicking them off his feet as if they had suddenly turned hot. As he pulled off his vest, my eyes were aweing up the huge black log throbbing between his thighs. Blimey! I never knew, they came in such terrifying recklessly bulky packages. As if the close-to-ten-inches length was not terrifying enough, its veiny girth was so formidable that my little dick felt like a bad joke.
I watched helplessly as he opened a drawer at one side of the bed, retrieved a little black bottle which he threw on the bed before grabbing one of the pillows, placed it in the middle of the bed and pressed it down with his hand as if he was testing for something. As if it had failed the test, he grabbed another one and put it on top of the first, pressed down again and nodded in a way that said, "Exactly!"
He frantically turned back to me and picked me up like a child and as my tender body was busy sipping in the manliness radiating from his body, the next thing, I found myself on the the bed with my ass propped up before his marauding eyes. My heart palpitated as I suddenly realized what was coming and to think that it had something to do with the exaggerated amount of flesh and vein pulsating between his legs was as just as overwhelming as it was scary. For another moment a sting of regret crept under my skin only to be muffled up by the ripple of desire broiling over every inch of my nakedness as he pulled the little socks of my feet. He closed in on me until he was kneeling over my hoisted ass with his eyes, brimming with lust, marauding over the white flesh before him.
"This is beautiful... Open them wider", he demanded and open them I did. With every piece of fabric peeled off my body, my legs up wide and my ass completely exposed, there, evidently , was no turning back so I simply had to dance according to his tune. My legs opened wider and I felt more vulnerable as his huge hands claimed my knee pits pressing them down until I was all curled up into one little bundle of submission.
The man produced what sounded like a sharp breath through clenched teeth as he quietly ran his hand all over my ass with his eyes keenly monitoring its every move. After a substantial amount of frolicking between hand and ass, he grunted as one of his fingers descended and brushed against my hole. I couldn't help but whimper before the devious finger reclaimed its newfound playground and this time it gave it a steady stroking. The feel of his coarseness rubbing against my delicate hole pushed me to the edge yet all I could do was moan until I couldn't. "Boy, I need this... I can't wait to get in there... You are so tight... Umm...", he spurted out sporadic whispers as his finger scoured my hole as if he was searching for some kind of treasure. I was done for and was ready for whatever was coming(which I knew was a lot). My little helpless hole burnt with its own lust as it craved for something substantial to occupy it and good for it, there was just more than enough set and ready. Wicked me! I could hardly believe it was me, River Booker, all curled up in submission beggingly moaning to be used by a man almost twice my age. The thought of the sizzling undercover deviancy of the moment turned me on even more.
Finally my hole was set free from the wanton coarseness and I knew it was the final call to prepare for the ultimate invasion. I watched the man pick up the little black bottle, popped it open and squirted out a generous amount of colourless liquid onto his cock, rubbing it all over it. Then, with the steadiness of someone who had finally reached his goal, he advanced until his big black glistening monster was perfectly positioned a few inches from my hole. River Booker, what have you brought upon yourself ? a little thought warningly whispered but was abruptly smothered as the tip of his drooling pitch-black, raggedly veined beast touched my bare hole.
I cringed and a moan escaped my throat. "White boys like you need this", he declared in a husky voice as he pushed his big cock against my hole. I held my breath and time seemed to freeze as its throbbing impossible girth probed its way into my quivering butt. I knew the abundant oily glistening grease was the magic potion to turn the impossible into possible but it kind of was hard to believe it would really work. He grunted as he added as much pressure as worthy of the task until gradually my doomed hole gave in. There was apparently no other way. I gasped in pain as the monster's plumb head broke in as he said in a low steady voice , "I know it's a lot, be a good boy and give it to me, let me own it."
The words were conveyed in a tone so heavily sensual that it stripped me of all my defenses and my insides completely surrendered to the relentless wantonness of the dark monster and it glided in inch by inch as slowly as it was sure. At this point, if I was given the chance, I could have fought to get away but with the look of things nothing could save me now. I had brought this upon myself, so I had no choice than to be a good boy give myself over to the moment..By some kind of magic that obviously had something to do with the abundant grease on his cock, each inch seemed to dab away some amount of pain as I continued to both savour and endure every inch of his throbbing monster invaded further in. My overwhelmed mind played a dirty trick on me and conceived a flashback of his monstrous, throbbing, rock hard, ruthlessly veined black schlong jutting out of his boxers a few minutes earlier and I couldn't help but panic that the same thing that I had looked at in both surprise and terror was now deep inside me and even still going deeper. The thought set off a rhythm of deep moans off my throat that melted off into his heavy grunts.
I honestly don't know what happened but as I received what I thought to be the last inch and his hairy crotch met my extremely stretched brave bare hole, all the tension in me exploded and waves of passion rippled up my guts as my body and will completely submitted to the heat of the moment. I beggingly muttered his name, "Bruce." The sound of his name on my lips seemed to have triggered something in him as it was echoed with a grunt and he fiercely shoved in his weapon deeper but, with his sturdy thick thighs heavily resting on my butt cheeks plus his sack resting on my crack, I knew there was nowhere deeper he could still go. That last desperate fierce thrust of his to have as much of me as possible was so overwhelming that it demanded a moment of silence as Bruce released a heavy sigh that sounded like that of a victorious racer who had finally reached the finishing line after a hopelessly arduous race.
With my butt heavily skewered against his strong body, his eyes searched mine which by the way were not very hard to find. Our eyes, brimming with blazing passion, locked and his bored into mine like he was a severely famished dog ready to pounce on its cornered prey while mine were shooting out questions at his hard, black face over me: What have you done to me? How did you do it, so skillfully negotiating your ruthlessly huge element all the way inside me with me experiencing very little pain? So, what is coming after this? The thought of what was coming after this sent warm shivers down my spine and I tried to wiggle my butt but without any success. I was completely screwed and felt like a little doll in its master's hand, with no will of its own, ready to be toyed with to his satisfaction. Oh my!
I watched helplessly as his face, all jumbled up in blazing lust, swooped down towards mine before his lips brushed against mine. My lips were already parted in surrender and I could almost taste raw passion exuding from his hot breath which filled my nostrils and even they could savour the ferocious desire dripping from it. Then his lips possessed mine and slowly, deeply and so sensually kissed them that I couldn't help but reciprocate thereby setting off a sizzling episode of deep smooching. His lips were just as generous and dominating as their huge and even more ruthless partner that had so valiantly intruded, subdued and conquered every inch of the smooth high-class white bottom of a teenage boy, the same that was now humbly waiting to receive whatever that was to come next from its provenly capable master. After an ample moment of two pairs of lips dueling like each had something to prove, he pulled away his face but not too far. His eyes roved over my little face for like ten seconds before his lips swiftly reclaimed its opponent but now with ferocious intensity so reckless that it was like a desperate thrust to live up to the tyrannical standard of its veiny, formidable partner presently basking in the glory of its swift victory deep inside me. After four long, deep and wildly passionate domineering kisses, he swiftly pulled away his lips and our eyes locked and now there was this twinkle of proud victory in them. Something like a cocky smirk crossed his face and, as if to vouch for its partner's victory, the big unrelenting black monster greedily filling every inch of my poor butthole throbbed.
The smirk vanished faster than it had appeared and something like a murderous look took over his face as he declared in a stern low voice, "I want to fuck you, boy...I want to fuck you so bad... I want to turn your little pink hole purple before you leave." Looking at his face jumbled up in lust and his ravenous eyes sweeping over my face, I knew he meant every word of what he was saying. I was helpless, yet help was the last thing I wanted now. Every word spoken was dripping with so much carnal fervor that I could almost sense danger creeping into our little den of forbidden pleasure, yet today I had no other choice than to dance with it.
Finally, for the first time since that final magical thrust that had totally impaled me on his pulsating sword, he pulled out a few inches out before pounding it back in. "Bruce", I whispered. It was a plea for mercy, yet something deep inside me was begging for none. My little teenage voice calling his name at this point was apparently a mistake on my part as the man responded with a beastly sound from somewhere deep inside his throat and pulled out more inches before thrusting them back all the way in, repeated again and again with the tempo increasing until my poor helpless hole was now subjected to a rigorous thorough fucking with each thrust so total and deep that I could almost feel his tool in my stomach. He was indeed a man of his word.
The bed creaked as I whined and whimpered in his big strong arms with his brutally virile tool continuing with its apparent relentless pursuit of making a fucktoy out of a decent teenage boy with each thrust so thorough and solid that it secured its special corner in my memory even up to this day.
After several total thrusts (I'm very sure they were more than a hundred), he breathed out, "Good boy!" before, for being a good boy, he awarded me one heavy one and impaled me on his dick again as his sweaty thighs jealously occupied my cheeks which had also fallen victim to a substantial amount of smacking as he generously granted me every inch with each thrust. Time seemed to stand still as the man breathed heavily with his eyes ravenously lingering over my face before he smiled, " Boy, you are so sweet... I knew you were from the first day I set my eyes on you but I never thought you were this tasty. You..." Whatever he wanted to say trailed off into a heavy sigh of pleasure and satisfaction.
Being used by a skillful and virile black man spitting out dirty talk made me feel something special, something that made me even more sensitive to his big hot tool secured deep inside me. I moaned out loud and felt I needed to also blurt out something dirty but I was still holding on to the little shred of my remaining pride yet the probability of it snapping off anytime soon was as strong as my expectation of another episode of unrestrained pounding.
"Boys like you are born for a good fucking by real men", he announced in a dangerously steady voice with every once of my body reverberating in agreement. Then came the sizzlingly dangerous whisper, "Say my name." As if I had been jinxed, I readily gushed, "Bruce." As soon as the magic word escaped my lips, I suddenly realized what I had brought upon myself.
"Oh my", the man gushed out in confirmation to my 'fear' and I felt his thick rough hands possessing my spine before swiftly sliding down until they engulfed my poor little ass. I felt my butt raised up a little bit more before receiving the same command which now sounded like a challenge, "Say it again." With my butt cheeks firmly secured in his huge rough hands, my hole stretched to the maximum and his sack resting on my crack, I could feel the heat of an imminent blast of pounding. Nevertheless, I was his little life-size puppet today. I moaned in anticipation before I muttered, "Bruce." That did it! The man grunted heavily before gradually pulling his big veiny pole a generous number of inches out. His black throbbing length stroking the walls of my hole on its way out made me whimper, yet I was sure the beast was not coming out completely. Just as I had guessed, it was rammed back in so hard that I whimpered louder while his name threatened to leap out of my throat. I swallowed it up, just to be safe.
Nevertheless, the incessant unrestrained attacks on my poor hole continued and this episode felt even more shattering as I could feel totally given over to the pleasure of the domineering black man. How couldn't I when his thick rough hands were possessing my butt cheeks while his hot and recklessly huge rod greedily gobbled up as much of my youthfulness as it could. It was so overwhelming that my arms went around his back and clung to it as the passionate sounds bursting out of us died down almost simultaneously until there was no moaning, no grunting or dirty talking but just one serious moment of undiluted and absolute giving and taking as each savoured the other in silence. Had someone seen the twitching bundle of black and white and the amount of hard dark flesh pumping in and out of pink, it would have been impossible to believe it was a grown up man using a barely-legal teenage boy almost half his age to that damning extend.
The feel of flesh on flesh, the voracious look on his sunburnt face as he assailed my ass, and the aroma of our sweat had me near the edge of no return as silence wrapped up this fierce climactic episode.
In the silence so pregnant with blazing lust that even the wind outside seemed to have stopped blowing in awe, a thought naughtily trespassed through my mind: poor unsuspecting Uncle Bob was thinking that I had taken one my usual strolls around the farm not knowing that his favourite employee was balls deep inside his beloved nephew fucking him like his life depended on it. The thought of the notorious stealth of our carnal mischief was so hard-hitting that it popped a bubble somewhere inside me unleashing a shattering orgasm. Several loads of cum shot out of my cock splattering over my belly and Bruce's as I groaned and moaned. The juicy moment could have turned him on even more and he grunted and groaned as he grabbed me even tighter and bursted out, "River boy!" It was magical hearing him groan out my name as he, several times, pumped in his hot sperm deep inside me with each intensely brutal thrust releasing a flood of man juice which also stimulated yet another bout of orgasm. I cummed on my belly as the deep grunts and groans of a grown-up man and the whines and whimpers of a teenage boy jumbled into one cacophony of forbidden pleasure.
With one final thorough thrust, he collapsed on me with his huge weapon still unwilling to vacate its conquered territory. He panted, puffed, groaned and produced other sounds I was hearing from him for the first time and I knew what they heralded: the game was over. I could feel his hardness inside me slowly giving in before he finally pulled out of me with my hole responding with a deep dull pop sound that sounded almost like that of a popped champagne cork. I gasped as I felt my butt hole receive some fresh air after what felt like an eternity of being completely filled and thoroughly used.
He heavily collapsed on the bed with a thud as my legs uncurled from the position it had been subjected to throughout the sizzling affair that had just been consummated by a flood of hot juices churning inside me. I pulled off the pillows, which had truly served their purpose, from under me and sprawled out on the bed beside Bruce.
"Oh boy", he gushed out as he spread my cum all over his belly. Bad for me, there was none of his to spread on mine since I had received every drop of it so deep inside me it was impossible to recover.
I was surprised at myself: here I was, totally naked with a totally naked man who was almost old enough to be my father. What had happened to dad's little boy? What had gotten into Uncle Bob's favorite nephew? My eyes fell on the thick black meat hanging between the man's widespread thighs and something in my belly shifted. Just the thought of having had that sleeping monster deep inside me a few minutes earlier was just as exhilarating as it was frightening on my part. Oh my! It was so forbidding in sleep that I couldn't dare imagine how I had taken it all while it was virile, pulsating and throbbing with life. Maybe the man was right, boys like me indeed were born for a good fucking.
I was so drained that I felt my eyes threatening to shut down. It was a warning that I was about to pass out which, with the amount of pounding I had just received, wouldn't be a surprise. However, I was shocked out of my stupor by a sobering thought that popped into my mind: if I didn't return home for hours, with the latest developments on the farm, Uncle Bob would suspect the worst and his desperate search for me would definitely bring him here and...
Just the thought of Uncle Bob finding out about this little dirty escapade jerked me out of the bed as Bruce's huffing and puffing was smoldering into the desecrated air. I grabbed my pant and shorts. If I had to pass out, it had to be in my house, on my bed.
I could feel the man's eyes gobbling up the crowning moment of every carnal episode as the little fabrics sealed the wildly raunchy escapade over. "Boy, are you really eighteen?" his tiredly amorous voice prompted me to cast an eye at him and just as I expected, his eyes were right on me.
I just nodded off the wanton rhetoric as I picked up my socks. The man had attended my eighteenth birthday just a couple of days ago, now he was doubting if I was eighteen. What a joke!
"Are you sure? Because you look like a fifteen year old to me." This one didn't deserve neither an answer nor even a nod. As complimentary as it was(seriously,who doesn't want to look younger than their age), it struck me as downright weird. If he wasn't sure, shouldn't he have asked me before giving me such a thorough and full-blown pounding? I quietly put on my socks before another compliment was thrown at me, "Boy, you look so good in those fucking shorts!"
It was at this point that I smelt the probability of my shorts being ripped off me again. I put on my slippers and made for the door stubbornly resisting the urge to look back at the beast of a man on the bed, the same that had just made me groan, whimper and whine without showing any mercy. Honestly, I felt so full of cock that I couldn't imagine myself ever being fucked again by anyone, it seemed I had just received enough to last me a lifetime.
As I exited the dungeon of the ruthless veiny black beast into the welcoming sun, I could still feel the weight of the raunchy moment I had just broken free from heavily pervade my insides. I could still vividly feel the warmth and graze of Bruce's raging monster inside me yet one thing was amazing: I was walking perfectly and wasn't severely damaged even though I could feel a dull pain in my ass which, all the same, was not distinct enough for me to regret everything that had just happened back in that little house. Maybe the man was right, boys like me indeed were born for a good fucking.
I knew the morning had just witnessed the dangerously sizzling act, yet still I braved it with the boldness of a warrior that had just conquered a formidable long-caged beast. And I kind of had.
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