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Executives & Protein Shakes!

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forgottencradle · 10 hours

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Celeb escort couples play

Tom and Sam were celebrating their tenth anniversary together and thought of something they both could enjoy. Their favorite actors. Tom had learned about celeb escorts and thought it would be perfect. A date was picked and the escorts were get to arrive. The couple were at a remote log cabin in the mountains waiting. As time passed the two were making out hyping each other up for the show. Just then there was a knock on their door. As Sam got up to open it Tom not wanting to miss out followed behind.

Standing in the doorway were two men, Jake Gyllenhaal and Ryan Gosling. Both men had on tank tops and shorts and both having still their buff bodies from their recent movies Road House and The Stunt Man. The pair quickly entered. Tom and Sam smiled as they said their actor's triggers. Now the fun could begin.

Quickly the two leading men were taken to the bedroom. Sam and Tom both had a thing for BDSM but since both were doms it was tough to enjoy it but with two hypnotized slaves that was another story. Jake went with Tom while Ryan was Sam's dream man. Jake and Ryan were both stripped down and collared with a big red ball gag in each of their mouths. They were then told to get hard. On opposite sides of the bed, the two actors were bound. Jake's arms were tied down with an arm at the head of the bed and at the foot similar to his legs. Ryan was the same which allowed both actors to see what was happening to each other. Tom and Sam quickly just got into it and started fuking the two men.

Both holes of the two actors were well trained given their secret lives as escorts. It did not last long with Tom and Sam. But they had booked the pair all weekend long. As time went by Jake and Ryan were for the most part always tied up. As Sam and Tom ate dinner the actors were bound on the tie. mounting and squirming around. An amusing display. As the couple watched TV Jake and Ryan were on the ground. At times either Tom or Sam would take a riding crop and hit them.

It was such a memorable weekend that the two were now lifelong clients of Celeb Escort. When their time was up Jake and Ryan left and went back to their normal lives. Sam and Tom would cherish their annavery together.

During that weekend across the country in LA another client was enjoying the show he had ordered for a celeb escort. He wanted something very specific and the Boss was willing to agree only if it could be shown off on the website. To which it was.

A room was set up with three stations. In the station were Ryan Guzman, Oliver Stark, and Lou Ferrigno Jr. The hot men from 911. Each man was bound in similar ways with their arms spread out and legs bound to metal racks while their head was held by connecting steel rings. Making their bodies unable to move at all. Each one had two tubs one attached to a gag in their mouths and the other to their dicks. The way this worked was the tube around their hard member would milk their dicks and suction it in from one man and transport them to the mouth tube of another. Ryan's cum was pumped into Oliver who was pumped into Lou's mouth whos was pumped back into Ryan. It was a perfect close system.

To add to the entertainment all three men were not put under but instead left to struggle and in horror of what was happening to them. As they were milked and fed for hours. Special Viagra was given to them to help them keep producing all the cum that was needed. The views this generated for the website were out of this world as the trio where absolutely humiliated before the camera. Demands for them from other clients was just sky rocking.

The boss was so happy. He also was looking at another feed of a new escort being proceeded by the good Christian boy Noah Gray who did amazing work during the last supper bowel. It turned out he could be in demand enough like Tebow's time. As the feed showed Noah bound to a wooden cross with his mind being brainwashed into a sex toy for the wealth there were two more crosses there processing others. One had actor David Corenswet and South Africa rugby player Eben Etzebeth.

Both men attracted different markets with David being an actor and Hollywood man while Eden was a rugged tough rugby player who could easily take some of the punishment some clients want to give to the escorts.

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forgottencradle · 10 hours

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Typical Day For a Bouncer

I'm Joey, a security guard at a night club down the street. I got the job because I'm a big ex-rugby player, but I've kept it for so long because I'm good at handling people. I can't tell you how many underage idiots try to sneak in here. It takes patience, grit, and a keen eye to keep the troublemakers out!

Like any other Friday night, the club is packed tight and a line of impatient patrons stretches down the street. I've gotten good at telling people "no," in a way that makes them listen, so they have no choice but to calmly wait until I feel like checking their ID and letting them in.

Every now and again, I'll have some fools try to sweet talk their way in. Girls try to flirt, guys try to bribe, but the biggest assholes make a scene. It's nothing I can't handle.

Just last week, I had this entitled brat come up to me and demand I let him in. The boy couldn't have thought I'd believe he was twenty-one. He wasn't even in line! I don't remember what I did to get him to shut up, but he kept hammering on and on about his skills with hypnosis. I remember listening to that kid ramble about the voodoo of the mind for what felt like forever.

I don't remember kicking him to the curb, though. He probably got tired and went home.

"Hey, buddy!" a familiar voice squeaks over the music. I roll my eyes, preparing myself to say no yet again.

"Oh, it's you," my deep voice catches in my throat. The kid from last week is standing in front of me once more, ignoring the line of adults to his left. In his ratty sweatshirt and baseball cap, he doesn't look any older than eighteen. Still, the sight of him unlocks a memory I somehow had forgotten. "Hello, sir!" I call back, remembering him as my closest and most respected friend. How could I've forgotten that this boy was my best friend I call sir?

"You gonna let me in, big guy?" A devious grin spreads across his boyish face.

"Of course, sir."

There are a few angry comments from the people waiting in line. I can't imagine they're happy to see this guy ushered into the club before them. Normally, I have a strict policy against VIP treatment. I think everyone should have to wait in line like equals, but sir is great. He can come and go whenever he wants!

"Hey, why don't you take a break from the front and buy me some beers," the boy yells over the roar of the music.

I leave the entrance and start pushing my way through the crowd in the direction of the bar. I probably should've warned the other bouncer that I was taking a break, but my feet were carrying me away before I knew what was happening. The other guard knows what he's doing, but he's still pretty new here. I'm sure he'll be fine.

The bartender gives me a can of light beer, and I hustle it back to the boy on the dance floor. People tend to get out of the way when they see a giant security guard coming through, but the place is so jammed packed that I have to press against several sweaty partiers on the way over.

"Your beer, sir," I say, flinching at the meekness in my voice.

"What the hell is this?" he whines when he sees the drink, "This is crap. Get me the good stuff, and buy a lot of it!" The kid tossed the open can at my broad chest, and the cheap beer splashes across my uniform.

"Yes, sir."

I march back to the bar with a clenched fist, and grab a tray, ordering the barback to fill it up with the more expensive bottles of beer. He glances at my soaked shirt and pants, but averts his eyes the second he sees my less-than-friendly face.

That boy is my best friend. I respect him greatly, but goddamn is he infuriating. How did I even become close to someone so immature? I pacify myself, and carry the tray back over to the kid.

"That's better," he snorts and takes a sip of the premium drink while I stand there to make sure he likes it this time.

"Alright, sir," I begin, thinking about the twenty minute break I've been taking, "I need to get back to work."

"No you don't!" the boy interjects.

"I..." the words fumble in my mouth, "...well, I don't need to, but I should, sir."

"Tell your boss you're done for the night. Then go wait by my car. You can guard it!"

"Yes, sir," the words come out before I even know what I've agreed to.

Before I know it, I'm marching into the back office and calmly telling the club owner that I'm taking the night off. He's pissed, but I'm his most reliable employee, so he doesn't fire me. I can tell he's not happy, though. He looks like he'd take a swing at me if I weren't two feet taller than him and a hundred pounds heavier.

"You make a great watchdog!" the teenager laughs as he comes stumbling out of the club.

Something about him brings a scowl to my face. It might be the way he referred to me as an animal, or it might be the way he's staring at me like I am an animal. Maybe I'm just irritated from standing by this parked car in the cold for the last two hours, but this boy is getting on my nerves.

"No one has bothered your car, sir," I report.

"Good, boy," he slurs and then reaches a gangly arm to pat the top of my head. I can smell the distinct earthiness of the beer I'd bought wafting out with his breath.

Every muscle in my body tenses up, as I try my best to restrain myself. Sir is my best friend. I respect him. I do what he says. I shouldn't get this worked up by him making a little joke at my expense. It's perfectly fine for him to tease me a little since I trust him completely. I know all this.

"Still think hypnosis is fake?" he asks, bringing his wet lips uncomfortably close to my own.

"Sir?" my brow furrows, unsure why he's bringing up that crap again.

"Well, it's real, and you're hypnotized."

I stifle a groan, "Sir, you've had a lot to drink..."

"The only thing I'm drunk on is power!" he yells, smashing a bottle on the sidewalk for effect, "I've got you like a trained dog; that's how good of a hypnotist I am! Let me prove it."

I was pissed. I was livid. Sir had mocked and insulted me repeatedly. It was a bad idea for anyone to pick on me, especially someone a third of my size! Nevertheless, the boy has all my faith, so I kept my mouth clamped shut.

He told me to kneel, and I grunted, "Yes, sir." I already had beer all over my clothes, so what's a little mud on the knees of my pants? It was better to just keep him happy, but that didn't mean he had hypnotized me.

"Keep your arms raised, like you're worshipping me," he went on.

"Yes, sir."

My arms went up. I'll admit this was a bit more strange, but I still trust and respect the teenager enough to comply. That doesn't say anything about my state of mind.

"Alright, now stay like that until I come back," he laughs, "I'm going to get a snack, but if anyone walks by, I want you to bark at them like the hypnotized guard dog you are!"

"Yes, sir," I answer, hearing the hoarseness in my voice.

As the boy stumbles away, I find myself stuck in the position he'd left me in: on my knees, in the cold, with my arms raised in compliance. I'm doing this willingly, right?

Time creeps by uncomfortably slow as I silently wait next to his car. Suddenly, I hear footsteps nearby. A wave of barks burst out of my throat, and I find myself growling like a territorial mutt in the direction of the pedestrians.

Now I'm acting like a dog!

Sir doesn't come back for another hour, which leaves me to viciously snap at numerous other passerby. They seem terrified, which makes sense. They probably think I'm insane! I'm beginning to wonder if I'm insane too.

I respect that boy more than anyone even if I only met him once, a week ago. I really would do anything he told me too. Is that strange? It's not like me to be so...obedient. I'm the kind of guy that normally tells people what to do, so why am I doing this?

There's no way...it's not possible...I can't actually be hypnotized, right?

"Good, boy," he pulls off my cap and ruffles my hair, "Now, be a good dog and drive me to your house. I might fall asleep on the way there, so you'll have to carry me inside to your bed. If you do good, I'll give you a special treat." He licks his lips and reaches a scrawny hand out to squeeze my tired pec.

"Yes, sir," I answer, jumping up to do his bidding, but I can feel that the words aren't really mine.

Shit. I think he's right. I think I am hypnotized.

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forgottencradle · 1 day

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need him as my bottom ASAP

he’d be such a good bottom….

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forgottencradle · 1 day

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Typical Day for a Mall Cop

My name's Bill, and I've been a guard at the mall for almost a decade now. It wasn't my dream job, but life has a way of creeping up on you with kids and a mortgage. I needed something to pay the bills, and I've always had a knack for watching over people.

Like any other weekend, the mall is fairly busy, so I stay on my feet and patrol the halls for most of the day. Occasionally, I'll check in with the other mall cop, but my time is mostly filled with watching shoppers come and go. If anybody gets too rowdy, a stern look is enough to keep them in line.

A lot of the time, teenagers will loiter in stores. Some of them even try and bring their skateboards in, but it isn't too hard to make them adhere to the mall's strict policies. They might be young and clueless, but that doesn't mean I'll cut them any breaks.

Over by the fountain, I see one of the boys I admonished a week ago. I think I caught him shoplifting or something. Thieves normally get banned from the mall, but I didn't do that with this one. He said something that completely caught me off guard; he said he could hypnotize me.

I laughed in his face.

Amused inwardly by the boy's foolish claim, I walk over to check in with him. I'm sure he'll remember the security guard that almost kicked him out of the mall last weekend.

The kid is chatting with his friends, but they fall quiet when they notice me looming behind them. Like we'd discussed last week, I drop to my knees and kneel in front of the troublemaker. He explained that this is the best thing for me to do when I see him around, and I can't help but agree. I know the boy deserves my respect.

I plant a kiss on both of his sneakers, and then wait for him to speak first. It takes a minute because he and his friends are busy cracking up over some unspoken joke. Whatever it is, clearly went right over my head.

"How you doin', mall pig?" the boy laughs.

I smirk at the nickname he's given me. We've gotten in the habit of calling each other by these pseudonyms, and I don't mind it.

"Very good, sir," I answer, using the name I've come to associate him with, "How are you?"

"Fine, I guess," he shrugs, "I spent your cash on kicks for my crew."

That reminds me of last week again. The boy had made it seem like a good idea to give him all the money I had, which included the paycheck I'd earned for last pay period. On the ground, I had a close view of all the vibrant sneakers the teenagers were wearing. It was nice to know he'd put my gift to good use, even if my wife had been pissed that I'd come home without my month's salary.

"You have another check for me, fat ass?"

His friends laugh at his new nickname for me, but I shake my head and answer a solemn, "No, sir."

The teenager groans and carries leads his gang of friends away, already bored with me. It seems like he's just going to leave me there, kneeling in the middle of the mall, until he turns and beckons me to follow. Inwardly, I'm glad that he's not done with me yet. I've come to enjoy our interactions a lot.

I follow the boys, crawling behind them all the way into a bathroom.

"If you ain't got any cash to keep me and my crew entertained, then you're gonna have to do something to make us laugh," he explains.

"Of course, sir!" I smile, trying to express how willing I am to impress him and his friends.

"We'd find it hilarious if you dunked your head in each toilet," he adds blandly.

I light up. He's just explained how I can be of service and now all I have to do is follow through. I'm sure it'd be hilarious for them to watch a fully grown security guard giving himself a few swirlies. That's peak comedy!

"Watch this, sir!" I laugh, crawling over to the first toilet and shoving my face into the water without any hesitation.

I know the guy that's supposed to clean these bathrooms, and it's obvious he slacks off because there are skid marks all over. I try not to think about it as my cheeks and forehead brush against the bottom of the bowl. When I pull my face out of the flushing toilet, my ears pop and hear a roar of laughter behind me. The kids find it hilarious, which only fuels my desire to keep going.

With a gaping grin, I shuffle over to the next stall and repeat. There are six toilets in the men's restroom. Some are cleaner than others. The last one is a clogged mess, and the boys find it hilarious when I come up with toilet paper plastered to my face. I laugh through it all, even if the urge to puke is growing.

By the time I'm done, I'm soaked in toilet water, and the teenagers are in tears.

"Alright, toilet guy. That was disgusting," the leader of the pack chuckles, grimacing in my direction, "You have a car or something?"

"Yes, sir. I've got a minivan in the parking lot."

"A minivan?" he seems disappointed, "Hand over the keys anyway. We wanna drive around."

"You got it, sir," I say, fishing the fob out of my damp pockets.

He swipes the keys out of my hand eagerly and turns to leave the bathroom. I start to follow the boys out, but he stops me.

"Why don't you stay in here 'till you dry off," he snorts, "You can spend that time in the corner, thinking about what you can do for me next time I'm at the mall."

"Yes, sir," answer, and the boys leave.

Briefly, the thought of getting back to work crosses my mind. I really should be out there keeping an eye on the vendors and their merchandise, but that goes away. Like suggested, I stare at the dirty tile wall and begin to brainstorm what I can do for the boy the next time I see him.

My walkie goes off now and then with the voice of my coworker wondering where I am, but I ignore it.

After an hour or so, I've dripped mostly dry, but a strong stink still lingers around my head. Still, I've come up with a few different things I could have ready next week. It'll take some overtime to make extra cash for the boy. My wife won't be happy about that, but it'll give me a chance to actually have cash ready for him when he asks for it.

The only other thing I have to offer is the perks of my job. Maybe his friends and him would like a tour of the security office? I'd give them free reign of everything in the confiscated bin.

Speaking of my job, I should probably get back. My partner is probably angry at me for not answering the radio. He'll be happy when I tell him I'll take the late shift for the next few days. Hopefully he won't say anything about the smell. God, it's awful!

Just another day working as a mall cop!

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forgottencradle · 1 day

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Welcome back to AMONG THE STUDIO, a choose-your-own-adventure game where you choose who or what you become.

Engage in different transformations, transforming into different celebrities, animals and more

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the audacity????

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Men Turned Into Workaholic Office Drones

#Hypnosis #MindControl

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forgottencradle · 2 days

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What a Straight White Male Can Do

Drew was scrolling through his feed. As it had been for the past two weeks, it was pretty much all about Black Lives Matter, and what men like him needed to do, straight white men with all of their privilege. Drew, though, didn’t want to spend any of his hard-earned money on donations to places that would probably waste them. He thought petitions didn’t work, and worst of all, he didn’t want to fucking educate himself about the systemic injustices Blacks and other people of color had and still faced in America and all around the world.

However, Drew was drawn to an opportunity where he would actually be making money. A group was looking for straight white men, much like Drew, to take part in a science experiment. They were a bit vague on what was really going on, but Drew, and quite a few other men, were drawn to the $1k an hour salary for taking part in the experiment. As a result, he and a whole bunch of other men showed up at the site a few days late. They had to check in with a Black man, who looked them over.

Everyone who wasn’t in good shape was asked to leave. Thankfully, Drew prided himself on hitting the gym at least four times a week, and he was sent inside the building, having moved on to the next round. He patiently waited inside, surrounded by a number of straight white men like himself. Occasionally, another Black employee would come and take one of the men to the back room. Quite literally none of the men in the room noticed those that left never returned, even after a couple of hours.

More and more men came in to fill their places, all virile men with muscles. Eventually, Drew’s name was called. He got up and followed the Black man through the door. As he had noticed, there was just a couple steps before a sharp right turn down the hallway. A few more steps, and they reached a door. “Enter and strip completely naked,” the man said, in a monotonous tone of voice.

“What the fuck for?” Drew asked.

“If you wish to get paid for this, you must do as we demand,” the Black man said.

“Well, okay,” Drew said under his breath as he walked into the room. It was just a small square shaped room, with a bucket for his clothes. Drew took them all off, socks and underwear included. He tossed them into the basket. Before he went to open the door, he heard a flame shoot up. He looked back and his clothes were on fucking fire! “Hey, hey, there’s a fire in here!”

“That is to be expected. Please, follow me.” Drew was a bit freaked out at what was happening now, but with no clothes, he decided to do what the Black man said. He followed him down the hallway to yet another room. This one was much bigger, and looked like a doctor’s office. A Black doctor was waiting in the room.

“Thank you. I can take it from here.” The Black man left, as the doctor began to look over Drew. He didn’t notice any physical deformities or other issues. Drew was a bit puzzled by why he needed to have a full-body exam, and especially why there was such a strong focus on his genitals. His flaccid and erect lengths were measured, his balls were cupped and fondled, and he was even fucking prostate milked! Drew did want to fight back, but he wasn’t sure he could leave the same way he entered, and there was still the pesky problem of his nudity.

So, he was forced to carry a cup of his sperm that was milked out of him down the hall to the lab. He gave it to the Black lab tech, who immediately tested it. After just a couple seconds, a big green check mark appeared on the screen. “Perfect! We’ll start your final processing straight away,” the tech noted, pressing a button.

“What the fuck!?” Drew screamed. He would have added more, but the button revealed a false wall which two extremely large white men walked through. They grabbed Drew, hoisted him in the air, and carried him back into the hallway and down to the final door. Drew would have fought back, but he feared that the men could quite literally crush him to death. As a result, he didn’t try to resist until he was on the table in the operating room. Unfortunately, the bonds up and down his body prevented that.

There were surprisingly none from the mouth down until you got to the ankles, but the arms had two, and the head had two as well, including one strap covering Drew’s eyes. While he couldn’t see who had just entered, he could still hear the man. Another Black man, wearing just briefs and headphones, walked over to the tablet and pressed a few things. He then looked at Drew, who had been changed in white boxers and socks, but with his cock still visible.

“I know you can’t hear me, with the vocal hypnosis flowing through the earbuds right now, but I’m going to tell you what’s happening to you anyways. You thought that you could profit off of our social injustice. That’s completely fucked up. As a result, we’re turning the tables on you and making you into our slave. Fun fact: slavery is not technically illegal in America, if you’re unpaid and it’s punishment for a crime. Our team of excellent Black lawyers is making sure you can legally be our slave.

“In addition to doing tasks for us, you will also serve as our sex slaves. That’s right. Your straightness is being taken away as well. By the time the hypnosis is done, you will be completely gay and subservient to your true Black masters. The stuff that you are breathing in as well helps to solidify that change. It actually changes your DNA and makes you permanently into a beta subservient white man, so even if the hypnosis is lifted, you will still be our slave.

“Oh, and as for the cock milking we’re doing again here, well, selling sperm helps up to pay for electricity and all of that. A lot of Black men surprisingly like to drink white sperm. Maybe it’s because it’s the only time they would ever taste a potential slave’s cum!” The Black man chuckled as he checked on the tablet one last time before leaving the room. Drew continued to lay there, as the hypnosis and drugs continued to warp his mind and his body into the new normal for him.

After some time had passed, all the devices shut off and disconnected themselves. The same Black man from before entered the room and smiled at his newest slave. “Well, hello there, Drew. Welcome to your new life as a slave to your Black gods. If you would follow me, we’ll finish your processing, for real, this time.” Drew mindlessly followed the man through some more hallways.

These rooms were even more different, with Drew getting branded in one of them and having a tight metal cage forced on his dick in another. As the Black man explained, slaves don’t have dicks, they just have holes. The final door, officially, opened up to a stage. Drew was commanded to walk to the center of the stage. As he turned and looked out at the sea of faces in front of him, he saw a number of Black men, as well as most other races and cultures. There were absolutely no white men, though, just him on stage.

The MC in the corner of the stage scrolled on his own tablet for a few seconds, finding Drew’s number, which had been branded on to him. “And here we have SWM-000384, also known as Drew Kapinsky! As you can see, he has a toned and fit body. Not as impressive as some of the other slaves to grace the stage today, but he will be perfect for all of your manual labor needs. His tiny dick is locked up in a cage like usual, and his hole is pink and tight, and practically virginal. Of course, he was anally milked earlier, but he needs a cock up that hole, isn’t that right, guys!”

The crowd erupted into cheers as Drew just stood there, patiently awaiting orders. He understood everything the MC was saying, but the hypnosis and drugs had seriously fucked with his mind. He truly saw himself as a submissive slave, and knew that his potential buyer was in this crowd somewhere. After the cheers died down, the bidding for Drew started. The numbers slowly creeped up, until Drew finally had an owner. His selling price, 50k, was just a little above average. He definitely was not one of the top sellers, though.

He was told to walk off the stage and greeted his new owner. An imposing Black man put a metal collar around Drew’s neck before telling him his name. “I’m Harry, but I expect to be called Master at all times by you. I do not take punishing my slaves lightly.”

“Yes, Master,” Drew responded, as he went back into the crowd with Master Harry. What Drew didn’t realize until just now was that there were white men in the crowd. All of the slaves were tucked out of sight, and most owners or masters, like Harry, used them as footstools or even fucking seats in general! Like every good slave auction, it was not just a one and done deal for buyers, and by the time the auction ended for the night, Harry had three other slaves under his belt, in addition to Drew. All of them were collared and taken away to Master Harry’s home in the back of a dingy van.

If any of them were in their right mind as they left the van and entered Master’s home, they would have noticed that they were in a suburban neighborhood. Jockstraps were provided for the short walk inside, to maintain some decency, but nobody reacted to four formerly straight white men entering a Black man’s house. There was starting to be some changes around the world, for the better.

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