BRONZE AGE COCK BROTHERS Part 3
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AROUND THE YEAR 1200 B.C., SOMEWHERE IN THE SOUTHERNMOST MEDITERRANEAN
FINAL PREPARATIONS
When the prisoners had all been attended to, they were lined up in a single file. All ten of them were openly moving hips and ass in a fucking motion, no longer able to resist the terrible stimulation the oil on the "shame" was causing them. More than one was dripping seed from his painfully erect cock as the itching oil-mixture seeped deeper into the flesh of their manhood and their cunts.
The warriors paid them little attention as they went about preparing each other. Now thoroughly clean, they oiled each other's hulking bodies to make their muscles shine and glow even more than they did from their beautifully bronzed skin. Kanna insisted on helping his warrior-lover Dak. He not only massaged the oil deep into his skin but used his fingers to pinch and arouse his thick tit-nubs. Then with both hands on Dak's massive cock, he brought him to complete hardness by his skillful stroking and rubbing. Finally, crouching behind him, he rubbed oil onto his high, round buttocks and in a low voice, so that the others couldn't overhear, he asked, "In your cunt, too, brother?"
Dak grunted his consent. Kanna smiled to himself and thought, "Yes, a boy as handsome as you is wise to keep his cunt ready."
Similar preparations were made by the other warriors, lovers and their "friends" helping each other. Only, there was no hesitation about oiling the cunt of a common warrior. There was no doubt all of them would be opening their legs for cock later on.
When their beautifully muscled bodies were gleaming with oil in the early sunlight, their cocks hard and bobbing, their tit-nubs erect, they were ready for the final touch. Little pots of red dye were brought to the warriors by the slaves of the cove garrison. They happily began to trace figures on each other's broad chests and muscular upper backs. In front, a crude symbol was drawn: a short, fat vertical stripe with two large dots at its base, to represent a cock and balls. For each enemy warrior they had slain, one such symbol was painted on their thick pectoral muscles. In back, another crude symbol: an almond-shaped figure with a line running through it vertically was meant to show a woman's cunt. Again, the number painted was corresponded to the number of the enemy's women the warrior had raped.
Kor had ten of these "cocks" on his chest, fifteen of the "cunts" on his back. Only Dak had more. Even Maru, famous for his ability to rape both men and women, only had nine of each. Dak and his bitch became noticeably more cocky once the sign of their skill at arms and with their cocks was on them.
Dak jerked his head back in a kind of summons to Kor (or Daku, "Dak's Bitch"). "Tell me something, cunt," he said to the smiling warrior. "I think this fucking whore should be at the front of the line." He was standing beside the tallest of the captives, a young man who stood out from his companions both for his height (he was the equal of Dak and Daku) and the size and beauty of his muscles, to say nothing of his strong masculine good looks.
"Yes, lord," Kor agreed. "He is a beauty. His cunt is good, too."
A look of defiance and smoldering anger marked the captive's face as they discussed him. Dak and Kor exchanged an amused glance. "How many women has this cock fucked, I wonder," Dak said, staring at the youth, and then using the back of his hand to rub the prisoner's excited cock.
To Dak's surprise--and Kor's angry impatience--the prisoner answered him. "Three. I had three wives, before ...."
"Answer with respect, you goddam boy-fucking cunt of a whore!" Kor shouted, the spittle flying in the prisoner's face.
Dak quit teasing his cock and took hold instead of the "shame" sticking up in back, with its long, thin white streamers shifting in the breeze. "And how many cocks have fucked your cunt, eh?" The captured warrior said nothing, only glared ahead. "You've been fucked more than your fucking whore dick ever fucked the cocksucking whores you call your wives." He suddenly and viciously pulled back on the long stalk of the "shame." The handsome captive instinctively bent forward sharply at the waist, his legs bowing out. He stifled a curse as a shot of his seed escaped his piss-slit.
When Dak released him, the itching inside him became almost unbearable. His face reddening, he couldn't stop his hips from making a lewd fucking motion as the Commander continued to address him. "What was your name before, you fucking cunt?" When he hesitated, Dak made like he was going to grab the "shame" again.
"Kalenos...lord," the prisoner gasped out.
"Ah, a fucking woman's name, it sounds like" Dak said, smiling at the young man's submission. "I'm going to call you Kumannu." Kor laughed out loud. "Kumannu" was their old word for a man's cunt when a cock is fucking it.
"Take Kumannu to the front, bitch," he ordered Kor. Daku obeyed instantly as always. Grabbing the pole on the captive's back--to which his hands and neck were all bound--he marched him to the front of the little column, moving at a fast pace that caused the muscular prisoner to wince in agony as the "shame" ravished his inner ass from the rapid walking.
Dak followed them, admiring the prisoner's wonderful ass muscles. Taking his place at the head of the column, joined by his Leaders Mar and Tag, he turned to face his favorite prisoner once more. "I think he needs more white on him, bitch." Kor smiled and shouted a coarse order to the slaves. One came running with the white-stain, and Kor threw nearly half the bucketful onto the captive's front, careful to avoid his straining cock. The rest he splashed on the youth's ass and thighs. "Much better," Dak said with a grin.
At a nod to one of the handsome slaves, Dak gave the signal for the final indignity of the prisoners. Quickly, slaves came up to the captive warriors and tied a short, thin leather strap at the base of their cocks, behind their balls. Now, not only did their manhood stick out hard and blood-filled, obscenely jutting out before them, but they would be unable to shoot their seed, to get at least a little relief from the constant stimulation. The handsome faces of the prisoners were now marred with frowns and grimaces as their manhood was aroused and made agonizing at the same time.
Dak addressed them in his deep, booming voice. "Listen to me, you fucking cunts! You are all now slaves of Kummok. Your city is abandoned now! Your women, those that survived, are full of Kummok seed. They will push Kummok's bastards out their cunts before another summer comes. And you will never stick your cocks in their pussies again. No, it is your cunts that will be filled with cock. You will now be spreading your fucking legs for every man or boy that wants to fuck you. And when you're auctioned, you should pray to Kummok that your new master enjoys fucking pretty young men like you. Maybe then your life as a slave will be bearable."
His warriors laughed at the Commander's harsh words as Dak went on. "And look at you fucking cunts now! Raped over and over by my boys, and yet they still make your fucking cocks hard, and you move your asses like whores trying to get my boys to stick their cocks in you and shoot even more Kummok seed up your fucking whore pussies!" There was a great shout of laughter from the warriors.
And at Dak's silent signal they moved off through the narrow defile in the cliffs that led from the harbor to the little plain in front of the city. His warriors walked carelessly, sword and dagger belts crisscrossed on their slender hips, a short pike in their hand, used mainly to torment the prisoners with a soft tap to their engorged manhood or to strike the "shame" sticking up from their asses. The prisoners, though, had difficulty keeping the pace. They were forced to walk bow-legged by the "shame" filling them so obscenely, and they constantly felt the agony of their too-hard cocks on the verge of cumming but prevented by the tight cock-straps.
BEFORE THE GATE OF KUMMOK
Emerging at the end of the narrow passage between the cliffs, Dak blinked at the sudden glaring sunshine as they moved into the plain before Kummok's one gate. He was surprised and pleased to see so many men waiting for them. Then he understood, it was market day in the city, and from the looks of it, larger than usual. Citizens and slaves, farmers and their sons from the countryside, and here and there fuck-whores, both young men and boys.
Even when in a large crowd and all pressing together, the different classes were easy to distinguish. By the law of Kummok every free-born male had to cover his manhood in public. So citizens wore a loin-cloth that covered their manhood and the split in their ass but little else. The better-off were distinguished by the quality of the cloth hiding their cocks, often with elaborate decorations, symbols of fertility and manhood stitched into the fabric with brightly-colored thread.
Farmers and those who worked on the great villas kept to the old country ways. They wore only a simple string around their slim waists with a triangle of cheap cloth that barely hid their dangling cocks and balls.
Only slaves, whores, and warriors (who were considered the King's slaves) went about completely nude. Slaves were easily known by the cut of their hair and the thick leather slave-collar around their necks. Male whores were allowed to grow their hair long but were forced to receive a brand-mark on their ass to prevent deceit or escape from their lot.
And of course boys of whatever class were allowed to go naked, until, that is, their balls began making seed. When they got their "man-balls" as the men of Kummok expressed it.
Now this great mingled crowd was pressing in on Dak and his men, making lewd propositions to the warriors and their captives alike. Hands stretched out to feel the warriors' muscles or touch their cocks. Dak's "boys" took it in stride, an arrogant smile on their handsome faces, proud that so many men--some of them very rich--wanted their bodies.
As the procession came to a halt at the squat narrow gate of the city (the warriors called it blasphemously the Cunt of Kummok), Kor heard a familiar voice at his side. He glanced to his left, and there was the handsome, even beautiful face of his cousin, who worked on his father's villa in the country. Like most farmers, the young man had dark, longish hair, a growth of dark stubble on his face, and a strong, lean physique from years of training and working in the fields. With him, being jostled by the crowd of males surrounding the warriors, were two of his sons. The older, a beautiful boy, was wearing a little triangle of cloth over his cock just like his father's. The younger, scarcely nine summers old, was naked.
Kor smiled at them, standing easy and confident, the pike across his shoulders and his hands casually gripping either end. It was the older boy who had shouted his name. When he had Kor's attention, he went on excitedly. "Kor! My father was so happy to hear you would be back today. My brothers and I too are very happy!"
Kor gave him another arrogant half-smile, looking down at him and then at his cousin. "Where the fuck are the other two? Don't you have four cunts that share your bed, brother?"
Before he could answer, the boy broke in, "Look how hard he is for you, Daku!" He lifted up the little cloth at his father's groin and fully exposed the young man's painfully hard cock. Kor glanced down and smiled. The handsome boy, who along with his brothers inherited his father's beautiful physique, wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked it, pulling back the foreskin to expose a cockhead wet with pre-cum.
Kor looked into the boy's eyes. With a kind of laugh through his nose, he broke into a bright smile. "I'll gladly fuck your papa's pussy, boy, and give you plenty of his seed to lick up" he said, using the derogatory word for a man's cunt. He looked at his cousin, "But I want all four of your fucking bastards there when I cunt you."
"They'll be there, cousin," he replied with a smile, still letting his boy masturbate him. "The older boys are with the wagon in the square." Kor snorted softly. "Selling their cunts, no doubt." His cousin laughed with him.
Kor felt a hand on his balls, gently petting them. He looked down with amusement. The younger boy, his hairless cock fully erect, was gazing at the warrior's massive balls in fascination. "Do you like those man-balls, little cunt?" Kor said with a smile. He turned to face him. "Why don't you stroke my fucking cock? It's what you really want, isn't it, boy?" He eagerly grabbed the warrior's large, thick cockshaft with both hands.
"You're too young, boy," the cousin said with a laugh. "Aye, little cunt," Kor added. "I'd split that little pussy if I fucked you, boy." They both laughed.
Then, without any warning, a strong jet of piss erupted from the warrior's cock, hitting the boy in the face and causing him to jump back. Kor threw his head back and laughed along with his cousin and the older boy.
As the younger boy shook his head and rubbed it furiously with both hands, his father tousled his thick, black hair. "Be glad you got his piss on you, boy. That means he likes you!"
"Yes," Kor agreed, "I may even let you suck my cockhead, little cunt ... let you taste your papa's pussy."
Similar exchanges were going on with the other warriors. Men and boys gathered around their favorites, arranging meetings later. Eager hands stroked warrior cock or inserted fingers into well-lubricated warrior cunt, and the brash young men reveled in the lustful attention. Kor saw his lover Maru openly letting a young boy suck on his cock while another was bent over to display his young cunt. Maru didn't seem to even notice them but was busy talking to still another youth. Kor thought, "The dirty whore will have his cock buried in boy cunt for the next three days," and laughed to himself.
Then the procession began to move again.
It had come to a halt at the gate because two of the King's guard stood there waiting expectantly for the Commander to approach.
They were magnificent specimen. Taller even than Dak or Kor, their muscles bulged under lean, sun-bronzed skin. Their handsome, dark-eyed faces, with perfectly formed features--they were carefully bred to be elite warriors--almost always wore an arrogant smile. They wore their hair like the common warriors but longer, often with a short "tail" in back, tied up with string to resemble a cock's shaft and head.
Like Dak, they sported earrings, two in each lobe. Over their crossed arms, their tit-nubs were erect with lust, causing the rings piercing them to jiggle slightly. Their only "clothing" was a gold chain around the waist with an ornamental dagger hanging from it. Between their massively muscled thighs, exceptionally long and thick cocks thrust out, erect from their almost uncontrollable lust. Unlike regular warriors, they were allowed to grow their cockbush full and thick, even if the King ordered their manhood and cunt kept smooth.
Dak halted the column before them as they stood blocking the gate and instantly went down on one knee and kissed the cockhead of first one and then the other. "Suck," he was told. Somewhat humiliated to be forced to act like an eager cocksucker before his warriors, he nevertheless suckled on the thick cockhead of the guard until the other also commanded, "Suck." And like a whore, he went back and forth, sucking and licking on their swollen manhood to show his obedience. After a few moments in this degrading position, he was told to rise.
"You and your fucking band of cunts have had a little success, haven't you, you fucking whore?" the first guard said, with a little sneer of his beautiful mouth.
"It seems this fucking cunt was able to keep his mouth off his warriors' cocks long enough to do something useful," the other joined in, and they exchanged a look with each other that held more than a little mutual lust.
"For some reason, the High Commander wishes to see you and your fucking cunt-lickers at the Trapa," the guard said and then grunted with amusement. The Trapa was a large, stone platform on one end of the great square of Kummok, opposite the barracks Dak and his warriors used, the "Dogs," as it was called.
Dak smiled, pleased at the sign of approval from a man as important as the High Commander, the King's own cousin. As the two guards turned abruptly, shoving the men gathered around to the side and roughly yelling to make way, Dak gave his leaders, Mar and Tag, the signal to move the column forward.
THE SQUARE AND THE HIGH COMMANDER
The squat gate of Kummok led into a narrow kind of tunnel that made for easy defense. Even with the crowd of warriors, prisoners, and the jostling crowd, the walls of the tunnel stood out. Painted white, skillful artists from the east had painted realistic figures in bright colors. They depicted the warriors of Kummok slaying their enemies and inflicting bloody wounds. Closer to the end of the tunnel the scenes showed warriors raping their captives, and the artists were careful to show all the seed marking the captives' mouths and asses.
At the end of the tunnel, the sun blazed down hot and white again. Buildings, dwellings of the poorer class, formed a narrow alley for a short distance until the great square was reached. The square rested at the base of the rocky mount Kummok was built on, the citadel and the houses of the great at the top, near the statue of Kummok's Cock. The houses became more and more undistinguished as one descended from the citadel until at the lowest level of the city, there were only warriors' barracks, taverns, brothels, and merchants.
The square itself was very large. On the side parallel to the outer defensive wall were humble dwellings. Off to the right (Dak instinctively glanced in that direction) the barracks known as the "Dogs," the home of Dak and his warriors, with its great blank wall pierced by a single gate. On two sides it was built against the city walls. Inside were the sleeping quarters, the dining hall, baths, and training yards of his proud Dog Warriors, the most feared of all the city's garrisons.
To the left, at the far end of the square was the Trapa, the long, stone platform where slave auctions and other business were done. At its center, set back against the wall behind it, was an immense sculpture of their god Kummok, one carved long before by some unknown but very skilled artist. It showed a virile young man, with perfect, swollen muscles--each one carefully sculpted--and a beautiful, godlike face. From his groin an enormous cock thrust upward, exposing two equally enormous balls. The entire thing was painted in realistic colors. It was there, at the foot of the monumental statue that the High Commander waited.
And so Dak did not delay or allow the immense throng in the square for market day to slow his men. It was not easy to make speed, for everywhere there were carts and stalls set up, with little room between them to walk. Besides the selling and buying, near the alleyways that led into the square, farmers' boys could be seen with young men of the city, bending over or on their knees and using cunt or mouth to add to their fathers' profit on market day.
Dak and his warriors finally made their way to the foot of the Trapa and saluted the High Commander in the obscene way of Kummok warriors. They grabbed their cocks behind the balls and thrust out their hips to display their hard cocks to the supreme war leader of Kummok.
He had been a common warrior as a youth. His broad, masculine and very handsome face, combined with the powerful muscles he'd developed, made him very popular in the beds of the powerful of Kummok. He still proudly wore the rings in his tit-nubs he'd been awarded as a warrior, but now he also wore several gold earrings for all the boys he had bred into the King's whores. He no longer had to shave and so wore a thick, black beard that accentuated his masculine good looks. His hair, grown out now, was parted and tied in back, a few curling strands left free to frame his handsome face. High rank now allowed him to cover his manhood, but he used a narrow loin-cloth with only a string in back that split his buttocks. He wore it low enough that his thick cockbush he was so proud of was always visible.
He returned the lusty salute of Dak and his warriors by briefly touching his manhood. Then he nodded at Dak, and the prisoners were trooped up onto the platform of the Trapa and lined up facing him. They stood shaking from the exquisite torment of their cunts and cocks, still unable to control the fucking motion of their lower bodies. At another signal, Kor and the other nine warriors who brought them up stooped over and quickly untied the band around the helpless captives' manhood. They wrapped their hands tightly around their cockshafts and stroked them vigorously two or three times and then stepped back.
Almost simultaneously, the prisoners groaned and bent forward at the waist, as far as the "shame" in their ass would allow. And then their seed came shooting out, landing on the stone paving at their feet with a splat that could be heard even over the roar of the men on the ground below. The warriors at their side laughed uproariously at their convulsions, as the muscular young bodies tried in vain to expel the "shame" in their cunts while their balls relentlessly struggled to pump out their cum. A few of the warriors teased their cockheads with a light touch to increase the torment, laughing as they did.
The High Commander even smiled as he watched the handsome captives powerless to stop themselves from displaying themselves in such a lewd way to their enemy. The High Commander then summoned Dak to his side and went down the line of captives, still panting and red-faced, to inspect them one by one. He occasionally complimented one of the warriors, those with numerous "kills" painted across their chest. He handled the prisoners roughly, grasping them by the chin or their thatch of hair to jerk their head around to see them better.
When he reached the end, he smiled to see the one renamed Kumannu by Dak. He still wore a defiant look and remained upright, as upright as he could with the "shame" ceaselessly violating him. Kor himself guarded the impressive prisoner. The High Commander smiled at Kor, whom he'd fucked many times before, and briefly reached out to stroke the strapping warrior's cock. Smiling, he said, "This will be buried in a boy's cunt before long, eh?" Kor smiled broadly in reply. Then he turned his attention to Kumannu.
"He's a proud fucking cunt, isn't he?" he said to Dak, looking with amusement at the handsome young man's haughty face.
Dak gave a short laugh. "Not so proud two days ago when he had warrior cock in both ends."
"Did you enjoy it, you fucking cunt, eh?" the High Commander said, addressing Kumannu. "The feel of a man's cock in that fucking pussy?" The prisoner stared beyond them, saying nothing.
"The stupid cunt," he said to Dak, "he won't be fit for anything but hard labor on a villa. Or perhaps chained to the wall of a brothel, waiting for any cock bold enough to fuck him."
Dak had a sudden inspiration as he looked over the beautifully muscled frame of the captured warrior. "Or, lord, he might make a good Dog ... with the right man to break him."
The High Commander's good-looking face was made even more handsome by a wide smile. "You? You think you could break him, Commander? And then make a Dog warrior out of him?" Dak waited expectantly, hoping to get a chance to prove himself to the High Commander.
The High Commander appeared to think it over. He brushed his knuckles absent-mindedly along Dak's erect cock, admiring it. Then he looked back up with his mind made up. "Why not? But it will be on your head if you fail."
"Thank you, lord!" Dak said with relief and a smile. He bent to kiss him on his loin-cloth. The High Commander roughly pulled him up. "No, Commander, I think you owe me a little more than that." He turned back toward the statue of Kummok and made his way around its base. The two guards followed him, as did Dak. But first he gave Kor the order to take the captives to the King's slave-master. But Kumannu, he told him, was to be taken back to their barracks. "Let the warriors' boys use him for a while," he said, referring to the youths still in training. Kor bent to kiss his cockhead respectfully and then began shouting orders in his deep, rasping voice.
Dak turned and followed the High Commander and the two guards. Nearly hidden behind the base of the statue was a low doorway. Inside it, a small room with little more than a bed and some stools. The King used it sometimes during the great festivals.
As soon as Dak emerged inside, the guards were waiting on either side to seize him by the arms. The High Commander stood with his massive arms crossed over his chest, his loin-cloth now flung aside and his thick, long cock sticking out in anticipation. The guards dragged Dak forward a few paces and threw him onto his knees. Before he could ready himself, the High Commander's cock was pushing into his mouth and down his throat. Almost instantly, Dak found his nose buried in the thick, coarse hairs of the High Commander's full cockbush.
"You fucking cocksucker," he said, looking down at Dak as he gagged and drooled his spittle around the thick cockshaft, as he desperately struggled to take the High Commander's cock. "Keep it right there, you fucking bitch, where it belongs...in that cunt you call your throat." Then just as abruptly he pulled out. The guards hauled him back to his feet, roughly grabbing him under his arms and lifting him up.
The High Commander moved his face close to Dak's and brought a hand up to hold him by the chin. Then he started stroking the little patch of stubble on the end of it, an action that always aroused any warrior who sported the "cunt beard." "Don't forget, you cunt, I know why the King allows you to wear this hair on your chin." The guards laughed softly. "And why you have rings in your tits." He backed up a little and nodded to the guards.
Dak was spun around. One guard pushed him down by the neck until he was bent double. Then straddling the muscular Commander, he trapped his neck between his thighs, his hot manhood resting on Dak's upper back. The other guard then pulled up Dak's leg, both to keep him off balance and to expose him completely to the High Commander's gaze.
Dak felt a rough hand on his balls, palming them and gently moving them in their smooth sac. The High Commander allowed himself to linger with the proud warrior's balls in his hand. Bitch or not, he thought to himself, there's no denying the boy has balls like a bull's. Then he ran his fingertips up the smooth flesh of his ass-split to the small, puckered hole, shaved clean. He jammed his middle finger in to the second knuckle.
"You've oiled your cunt, eh, you fucking whore?" the High Commander laughed. "Was that for that fucking cocksucker Kanna? Have you been squatting your cunt on his cock again?"
Before Dak could say a word, the man's cock replaced his fingers and pushed into the tight muscle-ring and thrust completely in. The hair of his cockbush and balls tickled Dak's tender ass-flesh, as he gasped and grunted, suddenly forced to accept the man's great cock inside his ass.
The fuck-thrusts started immediately, long thrusts where the head nearly came out only to plunge deep into his cunt again, rapidly over and over. "Fucking cunt! Fucking bitch!" the High Commander kept growling, slapping his ass or reaching down to pull on his swinging balls.
The guard holding Dak's head between his thighs reached back to pull the warrior's ass-cheeks apart as wide as possible for the High Commander's pleasure, while his companion reached awkwardly under Dak to grab hold of his long, thick cock. He began milking him roughly, increasing his speed to match the High Commander's bucking and thrusting.
With a great roar and a blasphemous oath, the High Commander smashed his hips against Dak's firm ass and released his seed deep inside his cunt. "Fucking Kummok's cum-dripping cunt!" he shouted. At the same time, Dak began spurting out ropes of his thick seed onto the floor as the guard relentlessly masturbated him.
The High Commander slowly pulled his cock out from the panting, gasping young man, and held his cockhead at the edge of the now gaping hole, making sure as much of his cum as possible ran out and down Dak's leg. With a grunt, the High Commander signaled to the guards, who manhandled Dak until he was kneeling once again before his superior. Without hesitation, he took the thick cock in his mouth, sucking and licking his fucker's seed from the shaft and head.
The High Commander looked down at him with a satisfied smile. "Your cunt is as fucking tight as when you were a boy, you filthy whore." He gave him a light slap. "On your feet, you stupid bitch. You can't suck my cock forever." The guards laughed.
When he was standing before him again, the High Commander looked him over, taking pleasure in seeing his seed on the warrior's chin and dripping down his inner thighs. "You leave that fucking cum on you, do you understand, cunt? I want your warriors to see it and wonder which cock has been fucking you this time."
Dak bowed his head slightly and said, "I'm proud to wear the seed of the High Commander." But he didn't sound very convincing.
"Good," his master replied. "And since you've been such a shameless fucking whore for me, I've arranged for the King's whore-master to give you and your boys a little reward. Now get your goddam cunt back to the barracks and enjoy yourself." Then he paused. "And one more thing. If you're not able to make that captive into a true Dog warrior, you'll both be sent to a whore house. And you'll be side by side with that fucking bitch taking every cock that comes along. Now go."
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