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Warnings: serious BDSM in this one as well as mild non-con. don't read if that's not your bag, baby!
Summary: Tony decides that Gibbs needs to let go for a while...whether he wants to, or not.
Jethro woke groggy and confused, not remembering getting home, let alone putting himself to bed. His head ached slightly, but not too badly, and there was a bad taste lingering in his mouth. The last thing he remembered was...
Tony's voice broke through his hazy recollection and Jethro's head whipped towards it. He found Tony sitting on the bureau against the wall, watching him. His expression was unreadable, which threw Jethro a little. He'd always been able to read his lover without a problem. That he couldn't now, seemed to be a bad sign. "DiNozzo? What's going on?"
It wasn't until he tried to move and couldn't that Jethro discovered he was shackled to his own bed. Chained and...naked?
"What the hell!?"
Grinning, Tony hopped off the bureau and said, "Don't worry, they're nice and lined so you can't hurt yourself."
"DiNozzo, what the hell is going on?" Jethro demanded furiously. "If this is some kind of prank, I'm sure as shit not laughing!"
Tony held out his hands and answered, "It's not a prank. As a matter of fact, it's as far from a prank as something can get."
"So what is it?"
"Well...you remember how we were talking about fantasies a few months back?"
Jethro did, but he hadn't thought that Tony would take him seriously. "Tony."
"Now come on, Jethro, you know you want this. You said so yourself."
"I was kidding."
"No you weren't."
"Yes, I was."
Tony grinned and said, "Oh well."
"Let me out, Tony, seriously," Jethro asked quietly.
Shaking his head again, Tony sat on the edge of the bed. "Relax, babe, because you're going to be here for a while. You're mine for the weekend. Or maybe you're just mine, I haven't decided yet."
Taking a few deep breaths to slow the pounding of his heart and rein in his emotions, mostly fear at being chained up like this, Jethro stayed quiet for a long minute before asking, "Do you honestly think that chaining me up like this is what I want?"
Tony nodded, resting his hand on Jethro's belly. "Me ambushing you like this will let you experience what you want without guilt. There's no shame in admitting that you need someone else to be in charge for once, Gibbs."
"I don't," Jethro gritted out.
Rubbing his hand over Jethro's abs, Tony countered firmly, "I think you do."
Jethro could only watch as Tony pulled off his shirt, revealing his defined chest and taut abs. He wasn't in a body builder class, but DiNozzo had power in his frame, and speed on top of that. They'd faced off against each other often enough in the ring, and in bed, for Jethro to know just how strong the other man was. The jeans didn't come off, though. Instead, Tony crawled onto the bed and straddled him, sitting on his crotch and rocking back and forth.
Fortunately, Jethro was too pissed and upset for his body to react to the stimulation that, under other circumstances, would have been very pleasant. "You're not going to get anything out of me."
"Oh you know that's a lie," Tony replied, grinning. "I just have to wait you out, let you settle down, get you used to me touching you like this."
But Jethro had better control of his body than most people and he was willing to bet that he'd be able to outlast DiNozzo. "Can I ask why? You've always taken me at my word before this. Why won't you believe me when I say I don't want this?"
"I've been watching you pretty close the last few weeks, since you brought this up..."
"I didn't bring it..."
"And you're wound so tight, you're about to snap," Tony continued, ignoring the interruption. "I'm going to have you like this and there's nothing you can do, so just relax and let me give you something you need."
Still angry and afraid, Jethro tugged violently on the chains, but none of them gave an inch. "You think you're going to make me like this just because it's you?"
"Yeah. Pretty much."
"Arrogant son of a bitch."
Smirking a little, Tony replied, "Never denied that."
Gentle hands massaged his chest, combing through his chest hair, rubbing the muscles in firm, even strokes. The caress was strong and direct and Jethro's body started to relax despite himself.
"This is going to go one of two ways," Tony continued softly, bending down to kiss Jethro's chest. "I can give you so much pleasure that you'll think you've died and gone to heaven."
"Or?" Jethro growled, refusing to be placated.
Tony grinned again. "Or I can give you so much pleasure that you'll think you've died and gone to heaven. Face it, Gibbs. You're not going to want me to stop, by the time I do. I have never left you unsatisfied before and I'm sure as hell not going to start now."
And that, Jethro could believe. For all his insecurity when it came to his place on the team, even after all this time, Tony was more than just a confident sexual being, he was a shark. Jethro had known that from the beginning, but Tony had always kept himself within certain boundaries and so Jethro had grown complacent.
Boy had that been a mistake.
Tony bent close again and whispered hotly, "Just think about it, Boss. Your cock pumping in and out of me. My mouth sucking your come right out from the roots of you. And maybe, if you're really lucky, I'll fuck you sweet enough to stop your heart."
Jethro swallowed hard, the images springing to mind all too easy. He shook them off and snapped, "Never going to happen, DiNozzo."
Chuckling, not seeming the least put out, Tony sucked on the skin just beneath his ear, prompting a shiver through Jethro's body, and murmured, "Wanna bet?"
His mouth started a wet, leisurely journey all over Jethro's chest, lingering at the nipples until they were hard and Jethro was hard-put to stay still. The sensations were incredible and he wondered vaguely why he'd never let Tony have his wicked way with him before.
Because then he'll see who you really are and leave you, just like everyone else, that mean voice inside whispered.
Jethro closed his eyes to try and block it out, but the memories came flooding back; all his wives, Stan, various lovers over the years. Once he showed a hint of need, the slightest bit of dependence, they were gone like a shot. He'd never been able to expose himself without a lot of emotional pain, and so had kept hidden behind the gruff, bastardly exterior. His encounters since Stan had been one-nighters, no meaning, just physical release...until Tony.
Tony, who had overwhelmed all of his senses and well-defined barriers like so much salt-water on paper. Tony, who'd ignored his rules and his protests to suck him off right in the NCIS bathroom one day, starting something like a fire between them. It hadn't quit yet, and Jethro didn't want it to, so he resisted the siren call of the restraints around his wrists and ankles, and remained as unmoved as possible to the nips and sucks at his skin.
Sitting up, Tony pinned him with a shrewd look and observed, "You're not paying me any attention. Okay. Time for something a little more drastic."
Tony climbed off the bed and shucked his jeans, revealing only bare skin beneath. He reached over to the bedstand and returned to his place straddling Jethro with massage oil. He started at Jethro's shoulders, rubbing the scented oil into the skin and moving slowly down each arm. His chest was next, that heavy-handed caress that stole Jethro's breath and caused him to groan in response.
"That's better," Tony murmured, smug.
Jethro managed a glare at him only until his cock slid between his lover's ass cheeks and he dissolved helplessly against the mattress.
"Mmm. I like you like this, Jethro. Warm and helpless under me. When I started this, I wasn't sure how it was going to go," Tony admitted. "But now, seeing you this way? I don't know if I'll ever be able to let you out of these chains. I love forcing you to rely on me, love the way you just melt into my touch."
Tony's words, as much as the strong massage of his body, had Jethro's head spinning.
"I'm going to have to think about whether I should call you in sick on Monday. I could do that and just leave you here, unable to do anything for yourself. I'd drive back every few hours, of course, in case you had to go to the bathroom, and to give you something to drink. Feed you only by my hand. Make you so hard you're ready to burst and then leave you like that to go back to work. What do you think, lover, sound like a plan?"
Jethro arched up into the hand that gripped his cock, trusting into the tight sleeve of flesh, and moaned. The imagery was driving him crazy and he was already hard enough to burst. So much for resistance.
Then again, when had he ever been able to resist Tony?
Warm lips were at his ear, licking at it, teeth nibbled at his lobe, and Tony continued, "Pace yourself, Gibbs, we're just getting started."
"Please, Tony, don't...I need..." Jethro bit off the words before any more could escape.
Nuzzling at his throat, Tony prompted, "What do you need? Just tell me and it's yours, Jethro."
Jethro shuddered, thrusting desperately into Tony's hand, but stayed silent. He couldn't, wouldn't, reveal himself that way. The hand was withdrawn and he moaned in need.
"What do you need, Jethro, tell me," Tony insisted, biting his collarbone sharply.
But Jethro shook his head stubbornly, unable to give voice to something so long denied.
"Okay. Suit yourself. But the stakes just got a lot higher, my love," Tony informed him. "I was just going to tease you until you went crazy and came, but now...no...I think you need something a little more...intense...than that."
Jethro groaned, not sure if he could take anything more intense than that.
* * * *
Fuck! Tony thought as he stroked himself off, hard and fast. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
It was only a minute or so before his balls drew up and he came hard enough to see stars, his come spitting into the toilet. Panting, Tony forced himself to keep going until he was mostly soft, gritting his teeth against the sensitive skin's protest, milking himself until there was nothing left. Shaking, he sat on the toilet to get himself back together.
This wasn't going at all how he'd planned, and he wasn't sure if that was good, or bad. It had turned from something fun and light, into something darker and etched with need. He'd never seen Gibbs at a loss for words before, never, but something was literally keeping his lover from saying what he wanted, what he needed. Tony knew he was going to have to pry it out of Gibbs with a crowbar.
Or, in this case, some kind of physical impetus like a spanking or maybe a whipping.
He hadn't done either, in a very long time.
The women he'd been dating, and even the men, had been almost uniformly gorgeous, but very vanilla. Beautiful, but bland. Jethro was none of the above and something inside that Tony hadn't allowed himself to feel, was coming out, demanding the spotlight again. He groaned softly and muttered, "Why now? Why with him?"
This was too important for him to fuck up. This relationship meant everything to him and if he messed things up with Gibbs, Tony knew he'd never get a second chance. He'd not only lose his lover and best friend, he would lose his job, because there was no way he'd let Gibbs resign and one of them would have to go.
"Fuck!" he hissed.
Forcing himself to calm down, Tony thought about things as rationally as he could. The question that really needed to be answered, was why Gibbs had reacted the way he had. When they'd been talking about fantasies before, it had been a light-hearted topic, as if Gibbs had never before done this and was curious about what it would be like. But now that he had his lover in chains, and the mental image sent a shudder of lust through him like lightening, Tony could see that it wasn't new to Gibbs. That he'd done this before, probably a long time ago, and had stopped.
Had someone hurt him? Had boundaries been crossed that shouldn't have been? Had that unknown person done something to make Gibbs feel ashamed of what he wanted? All of them were all too likely scenarios, especially given the other man's uncompromising nature. It would only take a few careless words to make Gibbs withdraw completely.
Taking a deep breath, Tony closed his eyes and slowly released it, counting to ten as he did so. He was in charge now. This was his responsibility and had been the moment he'd bound an unconscious Gibbs without his knowledge. He had to make this about what Gibbs needed and be damned to the consequences. They would get through this, or they wouldn't, but Tony would damn sure make sure that his lover got exactly what he needed, even if he thought he didn't want it.
In the proper headspace, Tony stood from the toilet, flushed it and cleaned himself off. Looking at himself in the mirror, he stated, "It's all on you. Don't fuck it up, DiNozzo."
Returning to the bedroom, he found Gibbs exactly how he'd left him; eyes closed, cock hard and leaking, body tight enough to snap muscles the wrong way. He could see so clearly how much the other man wanted to just let go and slide into subspace, and also how clearly he was afraid to do so. The fear was almost palpable.
Ignoring the man on the bed, Tony went to the bag that held his supplies and rifled through it. He pulled out nipple clamps and a riding crop, bringing both with him to Gibbs. Climbing on the bed, he again straddled his lover, making sure to sit carefully on the straining erection so that the pressure wasn't quite enough to make him come.
Setting the crop down, he met the pale eyes with a slow, wicked grin, and held up the clamps. "I think you need a little more than just the chains. Not that you aren't very, very pretty, tied up like this, but accents make the fashion, don't you think?"
"DiNozzo," Gibbs growled.
He smirked a little before setting one of the silver clasps on a hard nipple, enjoying the gasp of pain it provoked. Gibbs' eyes went wide when the second one was fastened, then he shuddered, eyes closing as he fought the tide of sensation. Tweaking each in succession, Tony announced, "I should get you pierced. Not like you have to worry about it anymore since you're not, technically, in the Marines. I think two hoops, one in each nipple, so that you remember just who you belong to, don't you?"
Gibbs' throat worked convulsively and his mouth opened, but no words escaped.
Grinning in satisfaction, Tony bent down and lightly licked each nub in turn, then sucked on them, creating more pressure than the clamps alone could exert. They were beginners level, after all, he hadn't known that Gibbs already had a more than passing acquaintance with pain and restraints.
"Next time, we'll get something a little more in keeping with your experience," Tony said. "In the meantime, I'll just work with what I have."
Picking up the crop, he slid it over the bare chest, easily capturing his lover's wandering attention. "Now. I know that you need something more, but you won't tell me what it is. I'm afraid that I'll have to resort to drastic measures, if you don't speak up. So. What do you need, Jethro?"
There was wariness on the other man's face now, as he contemplated Tony, and he remained silent. Tony slapped the crop down hard and Gibbs gasped in shock, eyes dilating with lust and surprise. Then he crossed it with another slap, making a broad, easily fading X in the chest. Still, Gibbs refused to speak.
"Okay. Have it your way," Tony said easily. He reached back and unfastened the ankles, then ordered, "Turn over and lay across my lap."
For a long moment, Gibbs didn't do anything; he just lay there and stared at Tony in disbelief.
Tony remained silent and met his gaze, implacable, and stated, "This isn't a game, Jethro. Over my lap now, or you'll seriously regret it."
Gibbs swallowed heavily as he took in the words, his stubborn, unyielding demeanor faltering, then did as he was told.
Tony nearly moaned at the obedience, even as reluctant as it was, his love and lust mingling so that he couldn't tell the difference. Keeping himself under control, Tony said softly, "You've heard me say 'I love you' many times now, but I don't think you really believe it. I think you're waiting for me to leave you, just like others have in the past. Well that's not going to happen. Maybe you think seeing you begging and desperate is going to send me running for the hills, but you're wrong. Or it could be that you just don't trust me enough to tell me what you need.
"I'll let you in on a little secret, Jethro. I love you. I need you. And I trust you. Nothing you can do will cause me to leave you. Nothing you do will disgust me. As a matter of fact, I can't remember the last time I was so hard, wanting anyone this bad. Seeing you like this, having you obey me...it's something I never would have dreamed as possible and I'm going to do everything I can to get through to you so that you know this is nothing to be ashamed of."
On the last word, Tony brought the crop down hard over his lover's ass and Gibbs jerked just as hard in response. Tony held him in place, though, and blazed five distinct, red lines, across his ass before stopping.
"So pretty like this, my love, so perfect. When you sit down for the next few days, you're going to feel these and think of me," Tony murmured, bending down to kiss each strap-mark.
Gibbs gasped at each kiss, shaking lightly in his grasp. "Tony, please..."
"That's no answer, Jethro."
And Tony brought the strap down five more times, turning the pale skin red in five more, different places. Gibbs cried out at the force of the contact and Tony had to forcibly hold him in place. When he was done, Tony dropped it aside and used his hand on the heated flesh. It was a long time before Gibbs pushed back to meet the spanking instead of just lying there, taking it. During that interval, Tony kept the blows hard and uneven, not giving him any chance to catch his breath or get his legs under him, figuratively speaking.
When it finally happened, when Gibbs moaned and thrust back towards the hand that was punishing him, Tony answered the unspoken demand for more by going even harder. It seemed an eternity before it stopped, because he kept going until his sensitive ears picked out a sob amidst the needy cries and grunts.
Resting his hand on the hot backside for only a moment, Tony manhandled his lover until Gibbs sat on his lap. Wrapping his arms tight around his waist, Tony urged, "Let it out, Jethro, that's it, just let it all go. I'll take care of you, I'll always take care of you."
The sobs were harsh and grudging, forced from the depths of Gibbs' soul, Tony was sure. Gibbs held tight to him, face pressed to Tony's shoulder, and Tony rocked them slowly, waiting until he heard ragged breaths as Gibbs painfully pulled himself together. Wiping at the wet cheeks, Tony tilted Gibbs' face up so that their eyes met and found a lost man staring back at him. "Oh, Jethro. It's okay, my love, I promise. You don't have to be the one in charge with me. You don't have to do anything except let me in."
"I can't...it's been so long," Gibbs whispered, then cleared his throat. "I don't know if I can do this again."
"But you want to."
"Give me your safeword."
Tony smiled at the rueful admission, remembering it as his own, last-ditch word of surrender against schoolyard bullies. Made total sense to him that Gibbs would use it. "All right then. Here's what we're going to do. Right now, I'm going to reward you for making such a big stride in trusting me. Then we're going to take a bath to clean up and get something to eat and snuggle on the couch."
Gibbs snorted a little at the last item, but didn't contradict him.
"We're going to get a good night's sleep and in the morning, well, we'll see just how much you remember," Tony said, leering a little to lighten the mood.
A short laugh escaped and Gibbs replied, "Sounds like a plan."
"Sounds like a plan, what?"
There was a brief hesitation before Gibbs repeated, "Sounds like a plan...Sir."
"Mmm. I definitely like you like this," Tony murmured, biting playfully at Gibbs' ear. He pulled off the nipple clamps, enjoying the gasp, and ordered, "Lie down now. It's time for your reward."
* * * *
Now that he'd relaxed into the situation, knowing he had no control and that it somehow even pleased Tony for him to not want it, Jethro was definitely enjoying himself. He didn't have to make sure that Tony was having a good time, he didn't have to worry that he might let Tony down somehow by not being the one in charge. He could just...feel and react to what his lover was doing to him.
The soft kisses, the gentle nips of teeth against his skin, the way Tony's tongue slid over his body as if he wanted to taste every single part of him. All of it coalesced into a miasma of sensuality that he hadn't felt in a very long time, if ever. His body was overwhelmed by the lassitude that engulfed him completely as Tony's hands massaged him.
"Tony," he whispered.
Looking up from where he was sucking on Jethro's hip, Tony whispered back, "Just let it go, lover, just let me play."
Jethro shuddered in reaction to the hot words and the intent, possessive look on Tony's face. He groaned in pleasure, his head falling back on the pillow, as Tony slowly wrapped his mouth around Jethro's cock. Nimble fingers rolled his balls, toying with them, toying with him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge with the wet suction and massaging of such tender flesh. Then exquisite pain as Tony's hand twisted and squeezed his shaft, bringing him firmly back from orgasm.
Panting, Jethro gasped, "Tony, please!"
A warm chuckle vibrated through Tony's chest, against Jethro's thighs, and he replied, "I'm not nearly ready to stop playing yet, Jethro."
Tony crawled up his body, biting sharply as he went, hands pinching just shy of painful whenever they touched. A different energy entered their lovemaking and Jethro felt a jolt of lust rock him as he looking into those changeable eyes that glinted wickedly at him. Tony straddled him again, centering himself over the straining cock, rubbing the tip with his ass, back and forth. "How's that? Better? You want in, don't you, lover? You want to fuck me as hard as you can, don't you?"
Jethro shouted in surprise when Tony just sat on him, tight heat enveloping his cock in one sudden move. But then he just sat there, mouth open as he apparently savored the feeling of Jethro's cock in his body. He bent forward and rubbed Jethro's chest in a heavy handed caress, gripping and releasing the skin at will, keeping Jethro off-balance as his ass squeezed and released Jethro's dick at the same time.
Then he stopped moving again, sitting up straight and grinning down at Jethro as he said, "I think this is pretty comfortable, don't you?"
Jethro groaned. "Jesus, Tony, you're trying to kill me!"
Laughing, Tony rocked back and forth a little and answered, "Nah. Not yet, anyhow."
"Hey, you got no say in this remember?" Tony reminded, slapping his stomach. "Just close your eyes for me. That's good. Keep them closed and think of floating on the ocean, gentle waves supporting you, rocking you just...like...this...that's it, breathe slow and easy. Feel good?"
Jethro couldn't summon words as Tony brought back that delicious sensation of laziness, so he just nodded. The sense of urgency faded quickly, soothed away by the words that continued to rain over him like a spring shower, soaking into too-dry earth.
"I could stay like this all day, you know," Tony continued softly. "Connected to you like this. I love having you inside me, Jethro, love it when you stay in me when we're all done, sweaty and out of breath. Love waking up to the feeling of your cock in my ass. Love it when you love me awake. But seeing you like this, it's icing on the cake, lover. You still floating on the ocean for me?"
Nodding again, Jethro started to open his eyes, but Tony's hand covered them.
"Uh uh. Keep 'em closed. I don't want you to move until I tell you to, no matter what I do, okay?"
Completely relaxed, Jethro nodded once more.
It was a small movement at first, barely more than the rocking Tony had kept up throughout his talking. Just a little hitch up and down, added to the shifting back and forth. But it was Tony's hands that took up most of his attention, rubbing his abs and tracing out his ribs, distracting him from the change in direction on his cock.
Tony's weight shifted forward and his lips kissed Jethro's, which lifted him from Jethro's cock more firmly. Jethro felt the arms beside his ears, supporting Tony with his hands on the mattress as his lower body moved in a more distinct, up and down fashion. It was getting harder to keep still as Tony started fucking himself on Jethro with serious intent. Jethro heard the soft grunts and the wet slide of flesh on flesh, tempting him to open his eyes. He felt the impact as Tony lowered himself to Jethro's body a little harder each time. He could picture Tony riding him, head tilted back with that completely absorbed expression and wanted to see if his mind's eye matched reality, but didn't dare open his eyes.
Not without permission, anyhow.
"Tony, Sir, please, can I open my eyes?"
]"Please," Jethro begged, not caring what it sounded like. He had to know, had to see, what all this was doing to Tony. "Please, let me."
There was a pause as Tony continued riding him, then, "Open your eyes."
When he did, Jethro gasped at the wanton, lust-filled gaze that met his own. Tony was completely absorbed, all right, but in him. A shudder wracked his body at the knowledge and he whimpered with need, desperate to thrust and join more forcefully with his lover.
"Don't move," Tony whispered. "For me, Jethro, don't move."
Jethro's hands clenched the bedspread as he fought to keep still. He couldn't look away from Tony's eyes, couldn't, even as his whole world narrowed to just that one point. The rest of his body thrummed for release, blood singing, cock harder than ever and aching to burst, but until those eyes released him, the rest of him was held captive.
"So good, so good," Tony moaned, shoving himself down on Jethro's cock. "So fucking good, lover, I can feel you, feel your want, see the desperation in your eyes and it makes me feel even better. Beg me, Jethro. Beg me for release, promise me your surrender and you might get it."
Breath hitching as his cock was mercilessly squeezed and the friction increased, Jethro begged, "Please, Tony, please, let me move, I need it, need you so bad, please, fuckin' have to move, Sir, please let me, need it, need..."
Tony forward and whispered in his ear, "Give yourself what you need, lover, take it, use me...fuck me."
In a split second, Jethro flipped them over, never more grateful that the chains had enough length to allow such a maneuver. Tony's legs locked around his waist and Jethro slammed into him, fucking him with everything he had. He rutted forcefully into the willing body, thrilling to the near-wail of pleasure Tony shouted as he stimulated his prostate over and over again. Wrapping his hands in the chains, Jethro used them to get more leverage and humped savagely into the tight hole around his cock.
Tony erupted under him, seed spurting all over his chest as he let loose with a wordless cry of pleasure that sounded almost painful. His body jack-knifed, clamping down on Jethro's, and it was all over for him, too. Lunging one last time inside Tony, Jethro came, spilling as deep as he could, screwing down even further for as long as he could...
...which was only for as long as he remained conscious.
* * * *
Tony was pretty sure that he wasn't going to be able to walk for at least the rest of the weekend. Calling in sick on Monday was starting to look like a serious option, too, though of course he'd never leave Jethro alone if he was chained up. No serious and responsible master would do that. And even if they hadn't said the words, Tony could feel it falling into place with every breath his currently unconscious lover took.
It wouldn't be 24/7, that was easy to see. Jethro was too...independent...for a 24/7, master/slave relationship to work, even if he hadn't been Tony's boss. Still, now that the option was there, he could give Jethro something that his lover obviously needed. He'd be able to help relieve that burden of responsibility when it got too much to bear, when Jethro retreated behind that 'bastard' excuse he used to keep himself from feeling too much. Somehow, Tony was sure that there would be plenty of sessions with the paddle and other instruments to get his lover to open up and let go of all the shit he kept locked down so tight.
Sighing in deep contentment, Tony rubbed Gibbs' sweat-slicked back and then reached up to undo the chains, untwining them from around his lover's hands, wincing at the bruises. Gibbs would definitely be feeling those for a while. Once unfastened, his lover immediately snuggled closer, not waking, and Tony smiled, winding his arms around Gibbs' waist, enjoying the weight of him.
And it was smiling, thinking of this new part of their lives, that Tony fell asleep.
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