Jayson struggled ineffectually as he was pushed up against the wall. His well-developed muscles were useless to him in his dazed condition. The collar encircled his neck and clamped his head back against the wall. His arms were held away from his body with the bicep and wrist straps. The leather strap around the chest held him upright and restricted movement.
Ryan, his biggest fraternity rival in the house, knelt and spread his legs one at a time, locking the ankles to the wall. He repeated the maneuver with the thigh straps. Jayson was now securely held against the wall with minimal movement possible. Ryan stepped back to admire his handywork.
Standing in front of him, affixed to the wall, was 6’4 inches of solid, well-developed musculature weighing in at 240 pounds. He had luscious brown hair topping his head, while bright blue eyes peered out at him from a movie-star-quality face. His biceps were 19” and solid; his pecs stood out from his chest like pillows. Two rock-hard pillows. His nipples were well centered in each pec, sticking out slightly like two arrows pointing the way.
His pecs were covered in brown hair, tapering down to a single line between his abs, dividing them into two columns of three perfectly delineated ab muscles. The trail of hair continued down until it spread out into a well-developed forest just above his cock. Jayson did not believe in male “grooming” – it was ‘unmanly’.
At rest, his cock was about 6” long and thick. It was resting above a pair of medium-sized balls. At present, the ball sack was retracted up against the base of his cock. For many people, his thighs were his best asset. They were well developed, round, and very muscular. A light coating of hair ran down his thighs, increasing in number as they encase his hairy lower legs.
Jayson and Ryan had been rivals in just about everything they did since they met in 5th grade. Their rivalry helped push them into being the strong, muscular, masculine men they are today. They had also forced each other to be better athletes. Jayson usually came out on top in the athletic endeavors. This rivalry stopped them from being friends, but it wasn’t so bad that they were enemies.
That is, until college, where things heated up. Freshman year, they both pledged Alpha Alpha Alpha fraternity, but Ryan was not accepted during the fall semester. He was told the fraternity had reached its pledge limit and had to choose between Jayson and Ryan; Jayson won. Ryan was highly upset as his family had always been members of AAA. He was told not to worry, he was a shoo-in for the spring class, just hang tight. To reinforce this, he was invited to nearly all fraternity events and befriended several of the brothers.
Jayson never let Ryan forget that he had been “left behind” and was accepted as a “pity vote”. Despite the assurances that this wasn’t true, Ryan let it get under his skin. By junior year, the resentment was festering, and Ryan was barely civil to Jayson. And now the ultimate humiliation had been imposed when Jayson was elected president of the frat for his senior year, while Ryan was made pledge master. While Jayson congratulated Ryan, both knew he had been given the inferior position.
Both Ryan and Jayson had come out to the frat during their sophomore year and were surprised that no one really cared. They were brothers, and that was all that mattered. Otherwise, both were always supported by the frat brothers and never made to feel bad about themselves. In fact, a couple of people on campus had received an anonymous beating after hurling insults at the two men. Everyone knew who did it, but nothing could ever be proven. Those guys remained on campus but were never heard to say anything remotely anti-gay.
The situation at home was far from ideal. While Ryan’s family knew and fully supported him, Jayson had not come out to his family, as they were extremely homophobic and would not be pleased at all. For him, it felt reassuring to have the fraternity's support. As their rivalry heated up, Jayson was always amazed that Ryan never used his family against him. It wasn’t in Ryan’s nature.
During the Spring Vacation of his junior year, one of the frat brothers who was closer to Ryan reminded him that the fraternity had slighted him and that Jayson had never truly been hazed during his pledge year. He had always been treated deferentially, more so than the other pledges. This was always very evident, especially during group outings where Ryan seemed to be teased and pranked the most. His friend suggested that, since he was the pledge captain, it was time to correct that oversight. Ryan had smiled, and his mind went into overdrive. He immediately started planning his revenge. And it wasn’t going to be pretty.
Ryan smirked at Jayson, restrained against the wall, as he exited the attic and closed the door. Jayson slowly woke and realized his predicament. Two mirrors standing before him made sure he understood where he was and how helpless. However, he wasn’t overly concerned about it. He figured that Ryan was playing with his mind, and he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of responding.
“Aah, you are awake. Excellent, Ryan said as he entered the attic room, accompanied by one of the frat pledges. This particular pledge was Jayson's favorite to haze. He carried a bowl of water and a bag of material.
“Bryan here is going to start the proceedings,” Ryan said.
“Fuck you, you little prick. Get me out of this shit,” Jayson said as he pulled at the restraints.
“Now, now, is that any way to behave to someone who is giving you a present? Just relax and enjoy it,” Ryan replied.
Bryan walked over and, using a washcloth, watered Jayson’s chest, abs, and groin. He next took a can of shaving cream and spread it over the body. Bryan took extra pleasure in tweaking the nipples as he did so, causing twitching of Jayson’s cock.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing? Stop it, or you are dead meat,” Jayson yelled.
Bryan hesitated for a second until Ryan reassured him that things were going to be okay and that Jayson wasn’t a threat. Bryan proceeded to remove the hair from Jason’s chest, abs, groin, cock, and balls. Jayson fucking hated every minute of it. He thought that body shaving was very unmasculine. Bryan finally used a towel to dry his victim's body, stood back, and gave him the middle finger. He smiled and ignored Jayson as he exited the room.
“Now we can truly get started,” Ryan exclaimed. “First thing we are going to do is make those nipples more upfront and center,” Ryan said as he approached Jayson. He reached up and grabbed the right nipple between his thumb and finger and pulled and squeezed. Jayson grunted at the manipulation.
“Having fun, are you?”
“Not yet, but I will,” was the reply. He reached over and grabbed the other nipple and began manipulating it. Soon, Jayson was groaning with pleasure, and his cock was beginning to rise.
“Looks like you are already having fun,” he laughed. He released both nipples and turned and grabbed something off a nearby table. It was a silicone nipple pump. He placed one over each nipple and applied pressure. Once they were firmly attached, he reached up and tapped Jayson on the cheek. “Enjoy them,” he said as he headed for the door. “At least, while you can.” Jayson wasn’t sure what he meant by that. The door closed, leaving him alone.
Ryan smiled as the door opened and he entered the room, rolling a cart in front of him.
“I brought you a few gifts,” he laughed at Jayson.
Rolling the cart beside Jayson, Rayn first opened two tubes and mixed the contents into a gray paste. He reached up and removed the suction cup from the right nipple, causing Jayson to inhale deeply. He reached down and picked up a star-shaped nipple shield with a central hole. Grasping the enlarged tit, he slipped it through the hole in the shield and pushed the shield tight against the chest while pulling the tit outward. Once he was satisfied with the placement, he reached down and grabbed a barbell with a needle attached. The end of the barbell was slightly curved. He inserted the needle through the appropriate hole in the shield, pushed it through the nipple and out the other side, stopping just short of the barbell touching the shield. Jayson inhaled deeply and yelped with the pain.
Smiling, Ryan reached down and, with a wooden tongue depressor, picked up a small amount of the previously mixed paste. He applied it to the inside curve of the barbell's edge, then pressed it firmly against the shield. The curved edge slid into a small slot, leaving it perfectly smooth. Whistling to himself, he unscrewed the needle from the barbell, picked up the other half of the barbell, and slid it into the spot where the needle was attached. Just before it sank into the slot, he applied more paste. He pushed inward, and a small “snap” was heard as the end settled into the slot. There was no obvious lip around the barbell. He removed the suction cup on the other nipple and repeated the process.
“I had those specifically made just for you, so that you couldn’t easily unscrew them and remove them. And just to make sure you didn’t lose them, I applied this.” He showed Jayson the tubes, which read J-B Weld. “This is used to attach metal to metal --- permanently. So, you can’t lose or even remove those little shields.” Ryan laughed as Jayson began cursing and screaming at him. “You’re welcome.”
“I’ll be back later with your other gifts.” As he said this, he reached down and grasped Jayson's penis and began to manipulate it until it had reached full hardness. “This part you will enjoy. At least at first.” With that statement, he exited the room.
As soon as the door reopened, Jayson began screaming and shouting obscenities and threats at Ryan. Ryan chuckled as he entered the room, followed by a shorter but muscular guy wearing a pair of running shorts and nothing else.
Roman, the other guy, walked over and gently grabbed Jayson by the chin. He reached over and kissed him on the lips. “I’ve been dreaming of this for some time, but you wouldn’t give me the time of day. Well, now I get to have my fun.” Roman was a sophomore in a rival frat. He was athletic, but not as much as Ryan or Jayson.
Roman reached down and gently grasped Jayson’s balls and then his cock. He started stroking the cock while he gently massaged the balls.
“Hey, man, don’t do that. Help me out here, Ryan is nuts,” Jayson begged.
Roman smiled as he slowly dropped to his knees and began blowing on Jayson’s cockhead while using his thumb to make circular motions around the piss slit. Jayson’s cock rapidly engorged to full strength.
Roman began licking and sucking on the hardening cock while his other hand massaged the balls and the taint. In a matter of minutes, Jayson was moaning from the pleasure.
For the next 15 minutes, Roman expertly brought Jayson to the edge only to back off before he erupted.
“Come on, man. Let me cum,” Jayson moaned.
“Beg me, big boy,” Roman demanded.
Jayson tried to hold out, but Roman was an expert, and so soon he was doing just that. “Please, man, please let me cum. Oooohhh, Please.” Roman continued to edge, and Jayson continued to beg until 10 minutes later, Roman obliged him, letting him ejaculate. He took the first couple of spurts in his mouth before letting the rest rain down. He quickly stood up and locked on a kiss, using his tongue to transfer Jayson’s cum into his mouth. When Jayson finally calmed down and his cock began to deflate, Roman immediately began the process over again.
“Give me a break, please,” Jayson said. His cock was sensitive after he came. Roman ignored him and, in a matter of minutes, had Jayson begging to cum again. Roman didn’t torture him as long this time. However, immediately after Jayson’s ejaculation, Roman started again.
“No, no, give me a break. That is not pleasant,” Jayson whined as his cock reluctantly became hard again. While initially uncomfortable, it slowly became a pleasurable gain until he ejaculated, but much less this time.
“No, no, please, don’t, no, it hurts,” Jayson cried as Roman began his fifth session on the cock. Jayson’s cum from number four had been watery, and the ejaculation painful. Roman ignored him and continued with his ministrations. Jayson’s balls were sore and aching, and his cock was not pleased. Jayson screamed, and not in pleasure, as he had his fifth orgasm, but this time almost nothing came out, and all he really felt was pain.
Roman looked at Ryan, who just nodded, so he began for the sixth time.
“No, no, please man, don’t make me cum, please don’t make me cum,” Jayson begged in obvious pain.
“What, a big man like you doesn’t want to cum?” Ryan asked.
“Yes, I mean, no, no, I don’t want to cum.”
“Are you sure, man? You’re telling me you don’t want to cum, again?”
“No, No, I don’t want to cum, please don’t make me cum. I don’t want to cum,” he pleaded.
“Okay, man,” Ryan replied and then pulled Roman back from Jayson’s sore and collapsed cock. “Big man doesn’t want to cum.” Roman reluctantly removed his mouth from the cock, but not before giving it a final kiss and a little tongue action around the piss slit. Jayson groaned with this.
“Aaah, too bad, I was having so much fun,” Roman said as he stood up. He turned toward Ryan and planted a big, wet, sloppy kiss right on the lips. The kiss was returned.
“Thanks, man, and I’ll see you later,” was all Roman said, but you could tell by the big wet spot on his shorts that he had a very good time. He winked at Jayson as he exited.
Jayson whined when Ryan lifted his sore cock and applied more lubricant.
“I can’t, I can’t, you promised..” Jayson began.
“Don’t worry. I am going to keep my word. You don’t have to come again,” he interrupted. After making sure the cock was covered with lube, he picked up a thin string and tied it tightly in the groove just behind the cock head, leaving a long trailing length. He turned to the cart he had rolled in earlier, reached to the second self, and drew out a curved tube. He held it up to Jayson’s cock, comparing the diameter of both. He did this several more times with different tubes before he seemed to be satisfied. Jayson noted that the tube was decorative with swirls and lines carved into it.
After selecting the appropriate tube, Ryan reinserted the ball gag into Jayson’s mouth. When Jayson started to protest, Ryan simply grasped his cock, and Jayson shut up. Ryan locked the gag in place before he took hold of the string tied to the head of Jayson’s cock and threaded it through the tube, then pushed the tube onto the head of the cock. Jayson winced at the friction between the cockhead and the tube as it was pushed in and the string pulled. But then the lube took effect, and the tube slid effortlessly upward.
Ryan continued until the cockhead popped out of the tube. The flair of the head made it clear that it was indeed larger than the tube and that the tube would be difficult and painful to remove. Once in position, the tube gently curved away from the body.
“Perfect,” Ryan laughed as he removed the string and stepped back. “And so very decorative with all that design.” He looked up at Jayson and smirked, “Couldn’t have something plain, no, could we? Not when you’re showing it off.” He laughed at the confused look in Jayson’s eyes.
Ryan turned, opened the door, and said, “Okay, you may come in, sir.”
Jayson’s eyes enlarged at the large shirtless figure who walked in the door. His father looked like an older version of himself. Looking at Jayson, and not with love or pride in his eyes, he smirked, “Just where a faggot like you should be. All tied up.” Jayson’s heart sank, and he felt fear looking at the disgust in his father’s eyes. “Your good friend Ryan here showed me some pictures of you and has invited me to be a part of this procedure. After he described it to me, I was more than happy to participate, as it is just what you deserve.” He spat in Jayson’s face as he said this.
Jayson tried to struggle as he watched his father pick up a large needle with a bar attached. But Ryan had restrained him to the wall too well, so he had very little movement. The bar flared at one end and curved. It was very similar to the bar that Ryan had inserted through his tit, but bigger and longer. Jayson knew exactly where it was going. He noted that Ryan was mixing the contents of the two tubes again.
His father picked up a metal handle with a semicircle at the top. This was placed against the tube imprisoning his cock. It was a guide to make sure the needle went straight through and out the other side.
“It’s fucking bad enough that I have a goddamned fucking faggot for a son. Gonna make sure there are no faggot grandsons,” he chuckled as he placed the needle in the guide and began to push it through the tube and the cock enclosed within. Jayson could be heard screaming into the gag, although there wasn’t a lot of sound escaping. His father looked up and stared Jayson straight in the eye. Jayson saw the hate in them and noted the evil smile. Finally, the needle exited at the other side of the tube.
The man kept pushing until the flared end was almost against the tube. Ryan grabbed a spatula, scooped up some of the mixture he had made, and applied it to the flared end of the tube. The end was pressed against the tube, where it blended into its curve.
The man laughed as he unscrewed the needle, picked up the other half of the bar, applied some epoxy, and slid it partially into the hollow bar. He looked up at Jayson as he pushed, and Jayson heard the ‘click’ as the end slid completely in. Ryan wiped both ends with a cloth.
“That’s the end of your manhood, so cry like the fucking pussy you are. Because you certainly ain’t a man anymore,” his father cackled. “And the best part is that you never will be, cause that tube ain’t ever coming off, so that cock is useless for anything but peeing. Of course, you could cut it off. And I mean the cock, not the tube, but that would be okay too because you would still not be able to perform like a man.”
The tears slid down Jayson’s face as he realized what was happening and who was doing it to him. It couldn’t get any worse than this – Could it? His father laughed, slapped him across the face, and said as he exited the room, “I don’t want to ever see you again. I’ve only got one son now.” The door slammed closed.
The door slowly reopened, and Jayson’s eyes widened as the person came through the door. He was dressed in a pair of old work blue jeans and Doc Marten boots. He was naked from the waist up so that his hairy chest and developed pecs were exposed. His hands were rubbing through his chest hair as he entered. He was a smaller version of his father and him.
“Well, well, well. Looka here. My older brother, who turns out to be a fairy despite all those muscles, is all tied up. And hairless to boot. But that is the way it should be, as only real men have body hair, not fucking faggots like you,” his brother said. So yes, it could get worse, and it had.
Jayson looked at Ryan with pure hatred. While Ryan’s family had been accepting of his being gay, Jayson’s family was very homophobic. It was why he had never come out to them. However, he never thought it was possible. Jayson was terrified about what his brother was going to do. It turns out the tube had another place for a bar to pierce through the cock and seal it in place. And his brother took much delight in putting the second one through and securing it permanently in place. He castigated his brother throughout. He made sure to push the needle through slowly, to increase the pain and make it last.
“You just got fucked, but you won't be fucking anyone else, EVER,” he laughed as he shot a double middle finger to his brother and laughed. As he walked out of the room, he winked at his brother and gave a slight nod of thanks to Ryan, although the look in his eyes was one of pure disgust. After all, Ryan was a faggot too.
Jayson looked at Ryan with a face that just screamed, “Why?”
“Just giving you what you asked for. Don’t you remember? You begged me – begged me – not to be made to cum again. So, I’ve made sure of that.” He ran his hand along the captured cock. “This thing will never be able to get hard again, so it isn’t going to be much good for you.” Another tear slid down Jayson’s face. Ryan reached up and wiped it with his thumb.
“Ahhh, tears of joy. Glad I could make you so happy,” he laughed. “But, I’m not finished with your presents yet,” Ryan said as he gently grabbed Jayson’s balls.
Jayson felt pure terror ripple through his body. What else could Ryan have in mind? His balls were about to find out.
Ryan picked up another device from the cart. This one was an oblong sphere with a short, flat extension at the top. There appeared to be two raised areas there. Jayson watched in confusion until Ryan opened the device, which hinged along the bottom. Inside were two compartments with raised bumps. Not sharp but still raised. He could see that the flat area had two channels running through it, but he was still confused.
His confusion ended when Ryan reached down and grasped his sore, aching balls. He did so tenderly, however. Each of his balls was placed in one of the compartments with the raised bumps, while each cord leading from his balls to his body was laid out in the channels - one cord per chamber. Ryan then closed the device, resulting in his balls being encased in them. The skin between the cords was compressed between the metal, where there were no chambers. It was noticeable, but it really didn't hurt.
He looked up at Ryan, who smirked as he said, “No, that one’s too big for those tiny, soon-to-be-worthless balls.” He removed it and grabbed a smaller version, knowing it would be too small. When he tried to close this one, his balls were compressed, and the device would not close even though Ryan tried. Jayson squirmed and shouted in the gag as the pain exploded throughout his groin. The pain was very intense.
“I guess that one is too small,” he laughed as he removed it. He picked up a third one, intermediate between the other two, and tried it. This one fit better, though it was a little tight, too. Jayson’s ball could feel that they were compressed, but the pain was more annoying than painful. “As Goldilocks said, ‘just right’”.
Ryan removed the device and tossed it on the cart. He walked over to a bin and removed a box. Opening it, he revealed a device the size of the one he had proclaimed fit. However, this one, like his cock tube, was very ornate and decorated.
“Got to make it match your cock tube when you show it off,” Ryan laughed. Jayson frantically shook his head back and forth, but Ryan ignored him. He placed the device around Jayson’s balls and closed it. The fit was just a bit tighter, so the bumps in the compartments compressed his balls more than the test device had. Ryan reached down and grabbed a needle, then threaded it through a hole between the two cord channels. He repeated it with the second hole. He then rubbed a little J-B Weld around the hole and inserted an appropriately sized grommet. He placed the back to the grommet, making sure the liquid weld was applied, picked up the pliers and deployed them, locking the grommet in place. He did this twice.
He stepped back and dropped the device, causing Jayson to yelp as the device yanked down on his already aching balls, which were now permanently locked into their metal prison.
“I don’t think either of those can be removed now without severing body parts,” Ryan said calmly as he handled the enclosed cock and balls. “Someone might be able to figure out a way, but with the welds in place, I seriously doubt it. Face it, you are no longer a man but a permanently chastised faggot,” he sneered. “Just what your arrogant, self-important, narcissistic ass deserves. But I haven’t quite finished yet.”
A knock could be heard at the door. “Ahh, that would be the finishing touches. After that, I can seriously start your training to be a useful, obedient muscle fag for the fraternity.”
He turned and opened the door. A heavily tattooed dude pushed a cart into the room. He stopped and placed a deep kiss on Ryan’s lips.
“This is the dude?” he asked.
“Well, he was “a dude” but not anymore. But yeah, he is the one for you to work on.”
Jayson recognized the tattoo equipment on the cart and vigorously shook his head. Ryan walked over and applied a blindfold. “We want the final unveiling to be a surprise.” He turned to the artist who was preparing his equipment. “He is all yours.”
The tattoo artist laughed. “See you in a couple of hours.”
Jayson felt something wiping off the area just above his cock where his groin hair used to be. He felt a piece of paper being pushed up against it, then some pressure. He felt the paper being pulled away. The next thing he felt was a series of pinpricks from the tattoo gun. This continued for what seemed like hours.
He next felt something being wiped over the head of his penis. “He couldn’t be...” Jayson thought, just before he felt the first pinprick on his cockhead. Except it wasn’t a pinprick, it was a blinding pain on his tender cockhead. He screamed into his ball gag as the needle was inserted repeatedly until his entire cockhead was in pain and inflamed.
Laughter erupted from two men. “That is wonderful,” Ryan guffawed. “No secrets about him now.”
“He does look quite finished. Am I going to get to use his special talents?”
“Once I have finished the training, you and a whole lot of other people will get to appreciate his talents. He is going to be internet infamous. See you at your shop later tonight,” Ryan said as the man exited the room, but not before repeating his earlier deep kiss.
Ryan ran his hands over Jason’s biceps and chest. “Later, I might have some more artwork for you here, but for now, are you ready to see the new and improved Jayson?” Ryan teased as he stood near him. Jayson didn’t move or say anything.
Ryan reached up and forced Jayson to nod his head yes as much as he could before he whipped off the mask, and Jayson looked into the two mirrors at his new physique. When the reality settled in, he screamed and jerked. Ryan just laughed.
Staring at him was a very muscular and impressive body affixed to the wall. It was hairless from the neck down. In the middle of the chest, there were two shiny medal disks with the tips of his nipples sticking out. If he looked closely, he would notice the disks were carved with intricate patterns. His eyes continued down the image until it came to the root of his cock. Just above that, in big, bold black box letters, was the word “FAG.” His eyes went down to where his cock was enclosed by a bright, shiny silver tube with intricate carvings on it. While he couldn’t see them, he knew there were two bars attaching the tube to his cock. And they had been permanently welded on.
At the end of the tube, his cockhead flared outward. But it was no longer white; it was now a bright pink, and small black letters mimicked his groin, spelling “FAG”. Below that, his balls were encased in a decorative, shiny silver case, the weight pulling them downwards. Just like the cocktube, this had been permanently attached.
The reality hit him that he was no longer a “man.” Those parts of his anatomy that defined manhood had been permanently locked away, and large signs had been placed to explain and remind him of his new position. The reality exploded into his brain, and he screamed in horror.
Jayson's body bent sharply upward as his ass lifted off the bed and his cock exploded with a very powerful and intense orgasm. The first volley landed on Jayson’s surprised face as his eyes sprang open, cum dropping into them. His cock continued to spasm for at least 10 more volleys until his body was covered with cum. He was breathing heavily as his body dropped back down onto his bed.
“It was just a dream,” he whispered as he finally came to his senses. But the feeling of pleasure in his penis and the cum covering his body wasn’t a dream. “What the fuck?’ he murmured as he began to remember the dream. This was the most complete dream and the most intense involuntary orgasm, but not the first of either. He reached over and grabbed his t-shirt to wipe away the cum. After orgasming, he usually had to take a piss, and that meant a trip down the hall as the ensuite toilet in the president’s room was still being repaired.
He sat up, slung his legs over the side of the bed, slipped his boxers on, stood up, and headed to the john. As he exited his room, he spotted Ryan coming down the hall from the toilet.
“Looks like someone had a visit from Rosie and her five sisters,” Ryan laughed as he walked by. Jayson looked down to see that he had missed some cum on his right pec. He quickly rubbed his hand across it.
“Gonna lick it up, I bet,” Ryan sneered as he walked by and slapped Jayson on the ass. When the blow landed, Jayson startled and felt his cock twitch as his mind flashed to Ryan attaching him to the wall. Shaking his head to clear it, he tried to ignore this as he entered the bathroom. He pulled his cock from his shorts and began pissing in the urinal. As he did so, he leaned forward and placed his forehead against his arm, which was against the wall.
His mind began flashing scenes from his nightmare – the tit shields being applied, the tube covering his cock, his family members degrading him as they sealed the barbells, and his balls being compressed. As these scenes played, it became harder to piss as his cock hardened. He opened his eyes and looked down, almost expecting to see tattoos. He suddenly jerked away from the wall and shook his head.
“Fuck it,” he murmured as he willed his cock to relax, pushing it back into his boxers. If Jayson knew that in one week, Ryan was going to begin a campaign of humiliating him, he would be horrified. Or would he?
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