Scott V =======
By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
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characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
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Moving Forward --------------
Scott's schedule had me out of my apartment in Santa Monica just
weeks after we had met -- and married. I was totally his now. Mark
was seeing Sam regularly, but things weren't really moving to the
next level. Scott kept encouraging me to talk to Sam about being a
proper husband to Mark. I agreed to do it and took my copy of the
family notebook out from its shelf to discuss it with Sam later.
Scott's shooting schedule kept in Vancouver from Sunday through
Thursday of most weeks. Thanks to my intervention with his
producer at Leon's party just a few short weeks earlier, the TV
was showing off more of Scott on a weekly basis on a television
drama.
Visit by Lance --------------
In late August, Lance -- Sarah's husband -- come out to visit from
Nevada. Scott told me to get ready for the visit -- and be a good
wife and hostess -- while he was out shooting in Vancouver.
I cleaned the house more than usual with Mark's help. The morning
before he arrived, I used my Mach 3 to clean up my face, ass
crack, and groin. Scott had brought up the idea of getting more of
my hair professionally removed, and I liked the idea. We just
hadn't had time to pursue it further at that point.
After over an hour in the shower, I was ready for our visitor.
Mark was also nicely groomed that morning, but he hinted at going
out to visit Sam. Scott and I were optimistic that something more
would develop between Mark and Sam, but thus far, it was still
very casual.
Mark had hinted that he wanted Scott and I to bring up the rules
with Sam, and I could see why. It was awkward on my part, as a
wife to the Smith family, to get the rule notebook from my
husband, but for a wife to give it to her future husband -- it
just did not "flow".
Lance Arrives -------------
The doorbell rang, I answered the door, and found Lance's hulking
blonde body at the door. He was truly gorgeous. I could definitely
understand what Sarah saw in him. My butt tingled slightly at his
site -- it recalled his hazing earlier.
He kissed me warmly at the door and did the same to Mark. We
talked for a while about his trip. Then he unzipped his pants,
still sitting on the couch. Without prompting I approached and
kneeled in front of him and began to suck his cock.
He and Mark continued to banter about other family members. Once
or twice, he removed my mouth from his cock to answer a question
or get my response. Mostly though, I was a cock sucker
extraordinaire.
After about twenty minutes, Lance suggested a spanking-sex
session. Holding my mouth firmly over his rock hard, throbbing
shaft, he explained he had a two foot long wooden paddle that he
used regularly on Sarah. The paddle, he explained, was solid,
heavy would that bruised -- but didn't break the skin -- and was
excruciatingly painful. He explained he would tie me down to the
table and beat me till I orgasmed. Anal beads would be placed in
my ass just before the spanking started and a special stimulating
rubber fingers would be placed against my cock.
I nodded, his cock still in my mouth, my own cock erect at the
thought of the intense spanking and he pulled my mouth off his
cock and forcibly guided me to the table. His muscular arms
forced me down. My clothing was removed equally unceremoniously
and I was naked.
I felt my arms being stretched out towards the legs of the table.
Restraints were applied forcibly. Lance was not being particularly
gentle, by the roughness was arousing. Face down on the hard table
surface, my cock was rock hard.
He pulled on my restrained hands, my hands were restrained.
Keeping a hand on the small of my back, Lance headed around to my
feet at the other end of the table. Restraints were applied to my
feet, spreading them out towards the corners of the table.
I was spread eagled to the dining room table, and helpless. Lance
had total command of my body. A blindfold was applied over my
eyes.
Next, I felt a cool rubbery object being pressed between my hard
cockshaft and the table. It felt like it had lots of ridges
pressing against my sensitive shaft. Then a canvas strap was
applied just above my buttocks and around the table to keep my
midsection down. The same occurred just below my buttocks, again
to hold me in place. I struggled slightly against the restraints
to no avail.
I was totally restrained. My throbbing cock was pressed against
the rubbery sensitizer and then the hard surface of the table. I
felt a lotion being applied to my buttocks with Lance's strong
hands. It felt like a warm massage-type oil. Then I felt his
strong finger push into my fuckhole.
Cool lubricant eased his finger through my fuckhole. Next, I felt
my fuckhole being parted again, a smallish item entered, then it
narrowed, my body relaxed. Then I tensed again as a larger item
entered my body. The anal beads, I realized. Three. Four. Five.
Six beads entered me, each larger than the previous. The last felt
huge. Lance used his finger to push the beads further up my
fuckhole and then it stopped.
I lay there, blindfolded, restrained, fucked with beads deep
within me, and my cock rubbing against some unusual sensitizer. It
was hot, but scary.
Lance spoke, "This is going to hurt, a lot, Jack. Sarah usually
ends up crying tremendously before she is able to achieve orgasm.
I can guarantee that you will find it quite painful, but I will
not stop under any circumstance until you orgasm." He finished
with the rhetorical question, "Ready?"
But, before I could answer, the wooden paddle struck me. The
sensation was intense.
Thrashing ---------
The feeling of the paddle against my bare, exposed buttocks was
violent. My body trembled and I tried to buck up, but the canvas
strips prevented any movement. The only freedom I had was to ram
my hard cock into the table -- and the sensitizer.
The paddle continued to brutalize my butt. Each crack of the
lengthy paddle with its heavy weight felt like it dug into my
butt. The sensation was like hundreds of points of excruciating
pain. And me, I was impotent, powerless to move. I could only stay
and feel the arousing, yet excruciating blow, after blow, after
blow.
I began to cry out in pain as Lance continued the onslaught. My
ass felt like it was on fire. I screamed with each violent
forceful crack of the paddle, but there was no pause. My cock
stayed unbelievably stiff against the hard table and the
sensitizer.
The paddle blows moved the anal beads within me and stimulated my
ass more. The pain. The pleasure. The unending series of wailing
blows from Lance's muscular blows. I screamed more. I begged for a
pause, but none came. Lance did not stop, the blows came in
violent sets, unevenly spaced, with pauses only every fifty or so.
I my screams, pleas, hollers, and begging, went unanswered. Lance's
amazing strength was unbelievable. I was certain my ass had been
ripped open by the paddle, but there was no pause.
Strangely, despite the pain, I was still intensely aroused. My
cock was solid and hard, despite my screams, pleas, and cries for
help, the sensation of unending fire-like pain on my ass, the
jiggling anal beads, and the pressure on my cock was intoxicating.
Absorbed in the unbelievable sensations of pain and pleasure
mixing, the individual blows of the heavy paddle blurred together.
I felt endorphins release and my body relax slightly as I began to
accept the pain, the pleasure, the surrender.
Lance stepped up the force of the blows as my body sagged and I
could sense the difference, each blow seemed uniquely painful. The
flow of time slowed. Between each blow, an amazing amount of
stinging pain seemed to over take me. Then, the feel of pleasure
would return just as another blow landed.
I began to sob softly. The sensations were so overwhelming.
Lance continued to hit me despite the fact that I was crying.
Suddenly, the paddle blows seemed even more intense. I was
reaching a peak of some sort. The endorphins were running their
course and yet, the pain, pleasure sensations continued unabated.
I began to cry more intensely. I had never felt such intense
prolong pain. So evenly spaced, broadly enveloping such an immense
part of my body for so long.
Finally, I began to cry uncontrollably, the sensations were just
too overwhelming.
Then, I finally truly let go and gave into the sensations. I felt
my cock explode in orgasm and then the blows stopped.
Lance was methodical, he didn't just untie me, no, he continued
it. Warm massage-type oils were worked into my butt with his
strong hands. I cried out in pain, my ass was tenderized already
from the thrashing.
Slowly, the beads came out, one at a time. I gasped as each one
came out. Then, the straps were loosened, but not released. Same
on my hands and feet. Loosened, but not released.
Lance, ran his hands across my body slowly. Rocking me. Like a
massage.
He then released the straps and the restraints and lifted me off
the table and carried me, still blindfolded, up to the bedroom in
his arms.
I can not entirely describe all of the sensations I felt. The
strongest one was a sense of deep love and affection.
We lay together in bed, arm in arm, till dinner.
Observations ------------
My visit with Lance at our house was wonderful and intense.
Perhaps what amazed me the most was how much respect he showed me.
To the best of my knowledge, Lance wasn't gay, or bisexual, but
still he had shown me such total respect as a Smith family wife.
At dinner, Lance treated Mark and I to a beautiful dinner. As was
typical in the Smith family, the dinner conversation was vibrant
and interesting.
The topic of Mark's need to find a good husband was touched upon,
but we did not dwell on the topic. Lance suggested that Scott and
I try talking with Sam about being responsible and marrying Mark.
Under the table, Lance reached over and squeezed my tender butt, I
nodded and said, "Scott and I will invite Sam to dinner."
Dinner with Sam ---------------
I made the call to Sam after Scott returned from his shoot. My
butt was still quite tender from Lance's affections, but it was a
good pain. On his return, Scott had summarily pulled my pants down
once home and inspected Lance's handiwork with admiration.
His one comment on the matter, "Impressive." I nodded in agreement
and we discussed how to talk with Sam. Scott asked for my opinion
and I suggested that we lend him the notebook beforehand and then
talk with him about it over dinner. Scott disagreed with that
suggestion and, obediently, I agreed to implement his plan.
We consulted with Mark a final time to confirm that he was
interested in being married to Sam, and after that, I placed the
call.
Dinner Plans ------------
I phone Sam on his cellular phone and got him immediately.
"Sam here," he answered.
"How you doing buddy," I responded, "Jack here."
"Hey, haven't seen you much since you moved," Sam responded,
sounding slightly hurt. He continued, "But your brother-in-law,
that's a different story, he's quite cute and hot."
I laughed slightly and murmured agreement. "Can we get dinner," I
asked, "you, Scott, and me?"
"Well, assuming Mark looks like his brother and has the same last
name, I already know who your husband is Jack," Sam said in a
know-it-all tone.
"Sam, you've got me there," I responded, "but seriously, Scott
wants to meet you and I haven't seen you in what seems like ages
either."
Changing subjects, Sam said, "Can I tell you something, a secret?"
Without waiting for me to agree, or disagree, Sam rambled on, "I
think Mark could be the one for me." I was pleased, Sam continued,
"I even went and got tested for the first time. I was negative. He
said he was negative also, but I had never been tested." "So, I
went and did it," he finished.
Sam was gushing information at me without leaving time for me to
speak. I managed to interject, "I'm glad" before he launched into
another long explanation of how good the sex with Mark was and how
giving Mark was. Then, a description of Mark's willingness to
submit to spankings, bondage, and other assorted fetishes
followed. Sam was clearly hooked.
Finally, I stopped his gushing, "Sam. Let's talk more at dinner, I
know a Japanese restaurant with very private rooms where we can
talk openly."
He stopped and asked when, I looked to Scott, then said, "Tonight,
7 pm, we will pick you up."
"Fine," he responded, "see you then, bye."
The call ended. I relayed the entire content of the call to Scott
-- and Mark -- who were both very pleased.
Tatami ------
We arrived at Sam's house punctually at 7 p.m. I was dressed in
one of the many suits Scott had selected for me, my facial hair
was freshly shorn, and my hair was poofed exactly to Scott's
liking. I looked marked. I also looked emasculated and
androgynous.
I rang Sam's doorbell and he answered slowly. He took one look at
me and remarked, "Boy, you really have changed." I nodded politely
and pointed to the car. We hopped in the convertible, me in back,
Sam up front with Scott.
On the way to the restaurant, Sam remarked on how wonderfully
Scott was doing in the new drama and how much screen time he was
getting. Scott smiled and winked at me in the rear view mirror.
At the restaurant, we were guided to a private tatami room.
Neither the straw or the thin mats protected my tender butt from
the hardness of the floor and I winced slightly as I sat down.
Scott smiled at Sam and Sam, having noticed my pain, smiled back.
It wasn't just Lance's ass beating from earlier in the week that
had me stinging, Lance had stayed two more nights, and each night
I was spanked -- though not as severely as the first day. Then,
Scott had also followed up with the hair brush in the afternoon
when he arrived from Vancouver. All in all, I was thoroughly
beaten.
Sam remarked aloud about my predicament, "Certainly seems like
you know how to keep Jack in line."
Scott smiled, "Jack likes the attention quite a bit, and I always
enjoy giving my wife what he wants."
"How often do you spank him," Sam inquired.
Scott responded, "Well first off, I never spank him as a
punishment, but I do spank him for his -- and my -- sexual
arousal. So it really depends how horny I am how often he gets
spanked."
Sam seemed surprised. I had assumed he would have noticed Mark's
arousal to discipline already, but perhaps he had not fully made
the connection. Scott continued, "You see the spanking is really
only one part of a much deeper relationship we have with each
other."
Sam nodded and added, "I gathered that, I mean look at him, you
completely dictate his attire, and with quite a feminine bent too
I might add. Same for his hairstyle. Everything. He looks so
different, so possessed, so yours."
"He's quite happy too," Scott added, "its really a question of
three simple rules."
The door to the room slid open, and we ceased our conversation
briefly. Scott immediately ordered for him and myself without even
asking about my preferences. Sam decided to take the same rather
than ask for a menu and interrupt the conversation further.
Scott continued as if the waitress had not even entered, "I am
going to let Jack say a bit about them in his own words. I've
already explained to him that if he does not do a satisfactory job
of using his own words to describe how a Smith family wife is
treated, he will be punished here in the restaurant."
Sam broke a huge grin and my cock stiffened.
The door slid open again and water and hot tea was brought along
with miso soup and salads.
"Go ahead, Jack," Scott said.
"Well Sam, basically the premise is that husbands are entitled to
their wives' total love and respect and that they should give the
same to their wives in return," I began haltingly. Scott nodded in
approval and I continued. "This is accomplished by the wife being
subservient to her husband. This allows the family affairs to run
more smoothly as their is not competition, but rather cooperation
towards the common betterment and pleasure." Scott was beaming, I
was relieved. Sam was listening with rapt attention so I
continued.
"Three simple rules have therefore been used by generations of
husbands and wives. The first is that the wife obeys her husband.
If you notice, I no longer make decisions unless Scott requests my
opinion. Also, you might have noticed Mark deferring to you in
restaurants as to what to order." Sam nodded and I could see a
lightbulb of recognition flick on. "This really enables things to
function very smoothly and most husbands are solicitous of their
wives' feelings, but ultimately the husbands make the decisions."
Scott reached over to me and pulled my face close to his and
kissed me full on and probed my mouth with his tongue. Sam smiled.
Nobody broke the silence as Sam stayed in rapt attention.
"This has actually been tremendously liberating for me, I don't
need to worry about money, rent, jobs, I just please Scott and he
pleases me."
I paused briefly to drink some of the soup, but Sam was in rapt
attention, not touching his food at all. I noticed Scott had
already finished his soup and salad.
"The second rule is basically that husbands share their wives with
other married husbands in the family totally and completely. Thus,
I've had sex with all of Scott's older brothers for example.
Similarly, if you married Mark, you would be entitled to have your
way with me as well. This is a rather intense aspect of the
experience for wives, but all and all very pleasurable. It keeps
relationships vibrant by providing legitimate sexual outlets for
husbands and wives to experience different sensations and provides
for interesting adult only family gatherings."
Scott smiled at me and Sam was so attentive, I was convinced he
had not blinked. I went on after taking in some more soup. "As
such, condoms are not used between family members -- or with
wives, bondage, penetrative sex, oral sex, sex in front of other
family members, corporal punishment -- for arousal, and other
activities are completely acceptable and expected with your own
wife, and with other family member's wives."
Sam swallowed deeply and looked inquisitive. "The third rule
really explains how broad your control over your wife is," I
continued. "There are only three prohibited acts between a husband
and a wife, and by extension between a married family member and a
wife."
"The first is hitting your wife for reasons other than mutual
sexual gratification. You can beat her as much as you want as long
as you both want it and are both aroused. If you are just striking
her in anger, another male family member will deal with you."
"The second limit on a husband's power is that he cannot force his
wife to have sex against her/his will. The third is that you can
not under any circumstance leave your wife without her consent."
Sam breathed in deeply and blinked. "Wow," he said, "anything
else?"
"Really just two more, first is you break one of the exceptions
and another male family member such as Scott here will come and
hurt you rather severely physically." "The other is that you
should punish your wife by withholding sexual gratification and
affection. It is quite devastating to me when Scott punishes me by
standing me in a corner and ignoring me or sending me to bed
alone. You will find it quite effective too, I'm sure."
"You really like this all," Sam asked.
I responded eagerly, "It's the best thing that ever happened to
me." "I used to drift from one-night stand to one-night stand
without ever really being loved or giving love."
"And this is different somehow," Sam sad both loudly and
incredulously.
The doors slid open again and three ornamental boats with sushi
and sashimi were brought forth.
As the doors shut again, I responded, "Yes it is, Scott really
loves me and cares about and for me."
"What by letting his brothers fuck you," Sam asked.
"Sam," I said firmly, "I'll grant you it sounds weird at first.
Maybe even a little sick, but it is wonderful. To have others take
pleasure in your body because you are beautiful it is very
respectful and honorific. It is also quite intimate and trust
building. I feel like my in-laws are closer than my own family."
Sam then asked seemingly rhetorically, "And this is how Mark wants
to be treated?"
Scott answered, "No. Mark expects to be treated with love and
respect and honored. He wants to find someone who has the courage
and the strength to love him the way I love Jack and treat him
properly. If you aren't man enough to do that, then you need to
come out and tell Mark that your relationship is just fun and
games."
Sam was taken aback by Scott's words, I was too somewhat, he had
spoken so eloquently on my own behalf and how I felt about him. I
wanted badly to kiss him or suck him, but I sat quietly.
"Jack," Sam said, as if a question quietly.
I just nodded.
Agreement? ----------
The table grew quiet and Scott began eating the sushi. I followed
his example waiting for Sam to make the next move. We cleared our
plates of food in silence. Sam broke the silence, "I want to keep
seeing Mark."
Scott responded, "Based on what you said tonight, I am sure Jack
will tell Mark you aren't interested in more than just toying with
him."
Sam looked for me to disagree, but I nodded.
Scott continued, "Mark deserves a husband, someone who will love
him and treat him with the proper respect and that will appreciate
his love, Jack may be your best friend, but he isn't going to let
Mark end up in a hollow, empty relationship just to help you."
Sam found his voice again, "I need to think about this some more,
Jack could we talk alone." Scott stood up and said, "Jack, I'll
get dinner, they won't bother you again, just pay for a cab for
both of you to get home." He dropped some hundreds on the floor
next to where he was sitting and walked out.
Sam looked at me, his eyes pleading for purchase. "You're siding
with him aren't you," Sam asked.
"I'm siding with Mark, he deserves a good relationship," I
responded.
"Some of the stuff is pretty sick though," Sam offered.
"At first, yes, I was revolted by the prospect of some aspects of
this life, but its just been fabulous for me. I've felt such
tremendous love, respect and adoration from Scott and the entire
Smith family. Mark wants to feel the same."
"So, do I have to do this, can't I have some other type of
relationship with him," Sam asked.
"Yes, but that will leave Mark unsatisfied and empty," I
responded.
Sam pleaded, "Can you buy me more time to think about it?"
"Maybe a week at best," I responded, "probably less."
Sam pleaded, "Can you stay with me tonight?"
"Yes, if I ask Scott," I offered.
"Nevermind," Sam responded.
Silence. We sat there for over an hour in silence. Sam just stared
at me. He took in the haircut, the clothing, my demeanor. I sat as
still as possible throughout.
He broke the silence again, "Let's go, I'll call a cab." With
that, he picked up his cellular phone and made a phone call. He
then stood up and I followed him out of the restaurant.
Outside in the crisp evening air, he grabbed my arm and turn me to
face him.
"I'm scared Jack, what if I let him down, what if I can't be what
he wants? You got lucky, I don't want to hurt Mark. I've never had
a relationship last more than a few months. I can't be a Scott, I
don't have it in me."
I put my finger to his lips and kissed him, "You have it in you. I
know you do."
"Can I see him tonight," Sam asked.
"He's probably waiting at the front door to pounce on me for
details when I get home," I explained. "Are you serious, I won't
have you toy with him?"
"I don't think I've ever been this serious in my life Jack," Sam
answered.
Mark ----
We took the cab back to Scott's -- and my -- home mostly quietly.
Sam held me close. At the house, I paid the cabbie and followed
Sam towards the front door.
The door flew open as we approached and Mark was standing there.
At the sight of Sam he was clearly surprised. Sam got on one knee
in front of Mark and took one hand and said, "Will you marry me?"
Mark took a deep breath, looked into Sam's eyes, and said, "Yes,
with all my heart and soul."
I could see Scott standing in the background smiling approvingly
at me. It made me feel really good that I had pleased my husband
-- and brother-in-law so. Sam pushed Mark into the house and past
Scott up the stairs into Mark's bedroom. Sounds of sex and
pleasure were quickly emanating from there.
Scott grabbed me firmly and kissed me, his tongue quickly forced
its way into my mouth and probed me deeply. "I love you Jack
Smith," he said and pulled me towards the bedroom.
Upstairs, some candles, restraints, and a black satin blindfold
were resting on the dresser.
Wax ---
"I love you Scott Smith," I said and took my clothes off and laid
down on the bed. Scott secured my legs spread eagled to the corner
posts of the bed and did the same to my hands. Spreadeagled, he
ran his hands across my body and stroked my stiffened cock. The
satin blindfold was wrapped around my eyes and my vision was
blocked.
The next sensation was sharp and pointed. It passed quickly and
suddenly felt cool. Then it was elsewhere on my body. Sharp,
stinging, hot, pain. Then cool. Scott was dribbling drop after
drop of excruciatingly hot wax on my body. First the drops were on
my chest. Then my legs. Next the drop hit the tip of my erect
cock, the pain was excruciatingly intense, but quickly passed.
Then another drop on my ball sac. I gasped and struggled against
the restraints.
What set this apart was the intensity of the brief sensations.
Hot, scalding pain, quickly fading to cool waxy nothingness.
My nipples. I gasped audibly again. Then he let it loose, although
less intensely hot it was splattering over my rigid cock shaft
forming a hot waxy sculpture of my hardness. Inside the hot waxy
shell I felt my cock release an orgasm as the wax began to coat my
ball sacs.
The wax encased my shaft and I could feel my cum trapped between
my skin and the wax. Scott kissed me tenderly on the lips and then
walked out leaving me tied down.
In the other room, I could hear Sam and Mark going at it. My skin
tingled where the wax had struck and burned the skin slightly. I
strained against the restrains vainly and then fell into a
meditative state, focusing on the many sensations surrounding my
body.
When I felt touch again, it was Scott's ample, hard cock shaft
entering my mouth as he worked it deep into my mouth and throat.
His musky man smell filled my nostrils as his cock filled my
mouth. Quickly, his body became rigid and I felt his cum shooting
against the back of my throat and then trickling down.
Once it was over, he untied me and cracked the wax loose and then
lay against me holding me tenderly. God, I love my husband.
Another Wedding ---------------
Two weeks later, Scott performed the wedding ceremony for Sam and Mark.
Upstairs while I stood with Sam, Scott fucked and spanked his younger brother
before the ceremony.
In the living room were I stood a few weeks earlier, Scott presided over
Mark and Sam's wedding and entered their names in a copy of the family
notebook.
Updated Family Tree -------------------
Well, one thing I find hard being part of such a large family is
who-is-who and how they are related to me. I've taken to updating
my diary to include a family tree from time to time of close
relatives to help in keeping everyone "straight" so to speak.
Brian m. Maria (my mother and father in-law respectively
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|- Tim m. Maria
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| |- Kids: Todd and Nancy
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|- Sarah m. Lance
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|- Mike m. Julie
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|- Scott m. Jack (my husband and I)
|
|- Mark m. Sam
Living Arrangements -------------------
Sam proposed, and Scott agreed, that he and Mark live with us for
a time to help Sam adjust to his role and to help form more of a
Smith family outpost in Los Angeles. Mark would soon change his
name to match Sam's, Weinberger, sign over control of his assets.
Another initiation with all male family members. It excited me and
Mark certainly was happy with it all.
A week after the ceremony, Sam moved in with us and we were quite
the happy little set of two families.
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