Don’t Push Your Luck By Dave Disclaimer
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This story deals with a gay relationship between minors. If this does not interest you then please leave now. If this does interest you then do read on.
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Part 14 - I See Steve’s Rage
Note – For anyone who does not know: Ready Brek is an easy make porridge and Frosties are a sugar coated breakfast cereal.
I woke at about two in the morning with a desperate need to empty my bladder. I looked across to the other bed. Steve was not there!
Thankfully a bottle was there on the edge of the bed where I could easily reach it. Steve had put it there before he vanished.
After emptying my bladder I got out of bed and looked out of the bedroom window. Steve was sitting on a bench in the garden. I knew what this meant. Steve was upset and wanted to spare my feelings. My heart ached for Steve.
Even though it would take a while to reach Steve with my sore pelvis I determined that I would go to him.
I put on Steve’s dressing gown and made the slow journey to the garden. What would have taken me about thirty seconds before now took me the best part of five minutes. The stairs took more effort than I thought they would as well.
Steve was gently crying alone on the bench. He jumped when I put my hand on his broad shoulder and looked round.
“Matthew!” he exclaimed.
Before Steve could say anything else I took his face in my hands and gave him a passionate kiss. Steve opened his mouth and let my tongue invade at will. Even though I could not push hard Steve had surrendered instantly.
“Why?” was all Steve could ask when we finished the kiss.
“Because you care so much about me you will come outside and half freeze your nuts off to spare my feelings.” I answered seeing Steve had goose bumps all over his body.
I am glad to say Steve smiled at that answer. He explained that he felt that he had let me down. He had slept badly, his mind torturing him with the events of the last few days. I told Steve again that he had nothing to blame himself for and that he had to try and make his mind believe that. He had done so much for me and would do over the next few days that he was much more of a friend than he gave himself credit for. He could not have predicted what would have happened any more than me. He had to try to forgive himself. I did not hold any blame toward Steve, so he had no need to.
After our heart to heart conversation Steve picked me up for the journey back to the bedroom. Steve gently put me back to bed and climbed into the bed next to me.
There was a short silent pause.
“Steve,” I gently enquired.
“Mmmmm,” Steve gently answered.
“I can’t do it myself, I haven’t got the energy, but I want things to get back to normal as soon as possible,” I started. “Would you please jerk off so I can drink your cum?” I finished.
Steve looked at me, his eyes bulging with surprise at what I had just asked.
“You sure?” Steve asked not being able to hide his surprise.
I nodded my head and squeezed Steve’s hand at the same time.
Steve quickly knelt up and shuffled up towards me. Holding my right hand with his left he quickly started jerking his rapidly hardening cock with his right hand. His cock soon reached full size and was only a couple of inches from my waiting mouth. As Steve had not wanked off since Monday he was soon at the point of no return.
“I’m gonna cum!” he stated.
I quickly put my mouth around the head of Steve’s cock as soon as he stopped jerking his cock. Within thirty seconds of flitting my tongue around the sensitive head Steve blew a massive wad of sweet cum into my mouth. Eight strong pulses kept the cum flowing as I greedily slurped and swallowed the sweet nectar Steve produced. All Steve could do was lean on the headboard of his bed panting as I gently milked the last of the cum from his cock.
“Thank you,” I said with real feeling as Steve lay down, having caught his breath.
“Do I want to ask why?” Steve gently asked.
I shook my head. Steve knew I was trying to make both of us feel better and was happy to leave that as the reason in his head.
We both settled back to sleep, Steve taking my right hand in his. This time we both slept soundly until the morning.
I woke first with the urgent need to empty my bladder again. I gave Steve a shake that brought him out of his slumber.
“Toilet, quickly please!” I begged.
Even though still half asleep Steve managed to gently lift me and get me to the bathroom and the toilet without bashing into anything. As soon as my butt cheeks touched the toilet seat I was peeing into the toilet.
Steve smirked at the expression on my face as I sat there. Thankfully I was soon done and playfully slapped Steve’s butt cheek as he took his turn to empty his bladder.
“No fair!” Steve moaned; “You know I can’t move at the moment!” he finished.
“Serves you right for laughing at me a moment ago!” I quipped back. In some respects I was still my usual self.
As soon as Steve was done he gently carried me back to his bedroom and sat me on one of the beds with the intention of dressing me. I had other ideas and grabbed Steve’s cock!
Steve looked at me with surprise and I smiled at him. Steve decided he would get to the bottom of this before it went any further. Even though the attention was welcome he wanted to be sure it was for the right reasons.
Steve gently took my hand from his cock and looked me straight in the eyes. I knew Steve wanted an answer of why I was grabbing at his cock and started before Steve could ask the question.
“I want things to be as normal as possible,” I started. “Just because I have been beaten up I don’t want to stop giving you pleasure.” I added. “I want it to be as if this was a normal visit and we really want each other to have pleasure in as many ways as possible.” I finished.
Steve nodded his head at this. He understood and realised this was not just a way to get attention. I wanted my life back to normal as soon as possible and the pair of us giving each other pleasure first thing in the morning and at bedtime was the norm.
With a smile Steve went over and locked his bedroom door. With his cock rapidly hardening he gently put it right by my swollen lips.
With pure glee I took Steve’s cock into my waiting mouth. Steve gently took my head in his hands and gently face fucked me (Steve knew I would not have the energy to do all the work) and I sucked Steve’s lovely big cock as best I could.
It did not take long (thankfully for me) before Steve was panting as his orgasm drew near. He really was a sight to behold!
Steve took in a sudden deep breath and froze. The next moment a big wad of cum filled my waiting mouth. Several more shots of cum rapidly arrived as Steve enjoyed his early morning orgasm. As ever Steve let me gently milk the last of his cum from his cock as it slowly softened.
“Your turn?” Steve asked.
I shook my head. I was still too sore around my pelvis to be able to withstand the squirming. I know Steve was as disappointed as me.
“Can we try tonight if I feel a bit better?” I asked.
“As soon as you are ready my mouth is yours to use and abuse!” Steve replied smiling broadly. “Now lets get you dressed and ready for breakfast number two!” he added almost laughing at his own joke.
Steve turned away to pick up some clothes and when he turned back round he saw I was holding my chest in some serious pain and looked at me with concern.
“What’s wrong!” he asked.
“I was laughing at your joke it was that funny!” I started, “but that was a bad idea since the painkiller tablets are wearing off and I haven’t taken my morning ones yet.” I finished managing to sit up again.
“Oops, sorry,” Steve replied.
“Don’t be sorry, I am glad you are still the same good friend cracking as many jokes as you can.” I replied warmly. “Just not too many jokes at once!” I quipped.
It was now Steve’s turn to laugh. He realised that my spirits were much better since I had let my feelings loose in the bathroom yesterday. He was still concerned about me, but thankfully not as much as last night when he could not sleep through worry.
Steve gently dressed me in tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt. I declined underwear simply because I did not want anything hugging my bruised pelvis. Tracksuit bottoms would sit comfortably without hugging. To my disgust Steve insisted I wore the sling.
“It’s only for a week till your shoulder finishes healing,” he gently told me as I pulled the face of disgust at it.
There would be no arguing with Steve. I was going to do as the doctors instructed with Steve around. I would be rewarded for good behaviour Steve told me a bit later on over breakfast. I did not ask what the rewards would be. I simply smiled and hoped they would be what my imagination would like them to be.
Having dressed me Steve then quickly dressed himself. To my joy Steve also decided against underwear. Once again I was gently lifted off the bed by Steve and carried to the kitchen for breakfast.
Steve’s parents were already in the kitchen and a lot of “mornings” were exchanged. I was gently deposited onto a seat and Steve went over to get our breakfasts and my morning tablets.
Planning ahead, a tablet organiser box had been brought by my parent’s and my morning tablets were already sorted ready for me to take.
Steve put the tablets and a glass of milk in front of me. Once I had eaten half of my breakfast I was to take all the pills with the milk and then finish my breakfast.
Running on autopilot Steve poured out two bowls of “Frosties” and turned towards me.
“Steve, I can’t have those!” I gently reminded him. “Too sore!” I finished.
This stopped Steve in his tracks. What could he prepare me for breakfast that would not hurt my sore throat and neck? Luckily for Steve his mum came to the rescue.
“Give me two minutes to finish eating and I will do you some “Ready Brek” to have,” Steve’s mum gently said.
“Thank you,” I warmly replied.
It had been a while since Steve had eaten Ready Brek and he decided to have the same for a change. The Frosties were tipped back into the box and we both sat at the table patiently waiting for Steve’s mum to finish eating her own breakfast and then prepare ours.
Ten minutes later two steaming bowls of Ready Brek were placed before us. After giving it a couple of minutes to cool I put some on a spoon, blew, and tasted. It was okay but a bit bland. Steve thought the same but had a good idea to make it taste better. Steve went to a cupboard and got out a tin of golden syrup. Steve took a clean spoon and a generous dollop of golden syrup was put in each bowl of Ready Brek in turn. A brisk spin of our spoons soon mixed the golden syrup. This sweetened the Ready Brek and made it much more enjoyable. I was enjoying breakfast so much I had to be told to stop to take all my tablets.
The Ready Brek filled me completely, but Steve was still hungry and enjoyed some toast afterwards. With breakfast over with the whole weekend was now ours to do with as we pleased.
“What would you like to do?” Steve gently asked.
“I know it will take a while, but I would like to walk to the paper shop to get a magazine I normally buy every week,” I answered and waited for the reaction.
“Okay,” Steve answered. “The exercise will do you good and the walking will hopefully free up your joints a bit.” He added.
This decided Steve left me in the kitchen while he fetched socks for us both. Five minutes later we left Steve’s house for what would be for me a very long slow walk. At least I thought it would be a long slow walk.
I was surprised to find that my sore leg joints soon loosened up as we went and I slowly picked up speed as we went. It was still quite slow and Steve was really dawdling as I set a pace I was comfortable with.
It took ten minutes to reach the shop. I still deemed this as a major achievement! I had no idea I would be able to make it without having to ask Steve for a carry part of the way. We picked up the magazine I enjoyed reading and I also bought us both a magnum ice cream. Steve protested but I insisted.
Just outside the shop was a bench and we sat there enjoying the ice cream. I also enjoyed the rest from standing. The journey back to Steve’s was still slow but faster than the walk to the shop. I was overjoyed when we got back to Steve’s, not just because I could sit down for a rest, but because I had managed the whole journey there and back without help. I must admit I was pretty pleased with myself and so was Steve.
Once inside the house Steve took my trainers off my feet for me and I went into the living room to have a rest. I was actually quite tired. The fatigue part of my assault was still something I was not used to. It would take a few more days before I accepted it for what it was, my body working overtime to heal numerous areas of itself.
Steve brought me in a drink but I had fallen asleep. It would only be a short nap but Steve decided to leave me to sleep for as long as I wanted.
Half an hour later I woke up. I rang the bell that had been put just beside me. Steve popped his head round the door smiling.
“How long have I been asleep?” I enquired.
“Only half an hour,” replied Steve. “Feel better?” he gently asked.
“Much,” I answered. “What have you been doing?” I then asked.
“Homework in the kitchen.” Steve replied. “What would you like to do now?” Steve continued.
Feeling the heat from the sun I opted to spend time in the garden. Steve thought this was a brilliant idea but was nervous about putting sun cream on me, especially where I had bruises that were nearly all the colours of the rainbow!
I told Steve the pain was a risk I was willing to take. I did not want to burn as well as being bruised and I had no intention of staying fully clothed while Steve was running around naked. I also had every intention of sitting on the edge of the pool with my legs in the water while Steve swam about. With our combined imaginations we should be able to think up some fun stuff to do.
Smiling broadly Steve was about to charge upstairs for the sun cream when I asked him to carry me upstairs as I was in dire need of the toilet. Steve didn’t bat an eyelid and scooped me up and I was soon flying up the stairs in Steve’s arms. What a personal nurse I had!
Ten minutes later I had been stripped naked and after some muffled yelps where I found I was very tender as Steve applied sun cream I was being carried into the garden. I dearly wanted to swim in the pool, but with stitches front and back on my head, and a few where the catheter was I stood no chance.
“Only until Thursday morning,” Steve reminded me. As soon as the stitches were out Steve promised he would throw me in the pool. The thought of that brought a big smile to my face. Until then I would have to make do with not going deeper than my waist.
Steve put me down by the edge of the pool and I put a toe in the water. Compared to the rapidly rising air temperature the cool water felt wonderful. I gently sat down and dangled my legs in the water. Steve walked a few steps away and merely jumped straight into the pool and came over to me. I stretched my arms forward and Steve took my arms in his. I then (with Steve’s help) moved forward until I was standing in the pool. As promised the water was only up to my waist. The water stopped just above my little cock. The coolness of the water felt so wonderful on my bruised groin. I wanted desperately wanted to feel this pleasure on my ribs as well and asked Steve if a dressing could be put over my catheter stitches so I could go deeper for the cooling water to cover more of me.
Steve called to his mum who was in the garden hanging out some washing. Less than five minutes later a waterproof dressing had been applied and Steve was gently pulling me into deeper water. As I had suspected the cool water felt wonderful against my bruised ribs. I was in bliss! The pain killers were working, the water was cool and I was with good company.
With the water up to my armpits I asked Steve if we could play catch or something. We both knew Steve would only really be able to pass the ball to me, but I could throw the ball everywhere for Steve to fetch. This slowly became quite a competitive little contest with me trying to make it harder and harder for Steve to get the ball, with Steve trying ever harder to get the ball before I could count to ten seconds. We both lost track of time and were surprised when Steve was called over to get the outside table ready for a light lunch.
“Will you be okay in the pool on your own?” Steve asked with sincerity. I quickly nodded my head and Steve went off to help his parents. It was nice to have five minutes to myself.
With lunch almost ready Steve came back over to the pool to help get out. This was reasonably easy. Steve only came over to make sure I did not slip or anything. I got myself out of the pool and went over to a chair. With a towel wrapped around my waist I got comfortable in my seat. Steve had put on his tracksuit bottoms as he had almost totally dried out while helping get the table and chairs set up.
Steve’s dad brought out a tray upon which were four large bowls. Inside each of these bowls was home made soup. Steve followed just behind with a large plate. This had a large amount of home made bread on. This lunch was simple but very tasty, filling, smelt amazing, and tasted even better. I had to be careful I did not try to stuff too much bread into my mouth. It tasted so good! The soup tasted wonderful as well! I wish my mum could cook as well as this. With such good food it was no wonder Steve had such a good physique! Good food, plenty of exercise and a loving family. What more could you ask for to have a good upbringing?
The soup and bread were soon eaten and we were asked if we wanted anything else to eat. I had to decline! I would love to try the desert but there was no way my stomach could take any more. Steve and I were allowed to have our deserts later when we were ready.
Steve helped his parents take the dirty cutlery back to the kitchen. I offered to help but was gently declined. I made myself content with making a long cool drink for Steve and me to take back into the garden. I insisted on carrying both drinks to the sun loungers where Steve and I reclined to let our lunch settle. We sat back listening to music on the radio and talking about the best way to have me ready for school on Monday.
The day had got very warm and we soon finished our drinks. Steve insisted on getting the next two. He would also get some sun cream and apply another layer on me so I would not burn. Steve’s parents told us both that they were going out for half an hour to drop off a parcel to a friend and to make sure we had a cordless phone by us in case anyone phoned. Steve went inside and put the cordless phone down beside me. He then headed inside for the drinks and sun cream.
As I still had a little bit of my drink left in my glass I leant over to my right to finish my drink. I also felt a little tired and gave my eyes a quick rub. “I might have another nap in a minute I thought” as a shadow came by my left.
“Wow, that wa….” I started. My voice trailed off into silent terror as I saw who was really standing just to my left. It was not Steve. It was DANIEL!
The little colour I had in my cheeks drained away instantly. I wanted to shout or scream but I was mute with terror. I wanted to run but was frozen to the spot. I felt a warm wet patch building around my thighs. I was wetting myself again. My bowels, which had been “locked” closed since Tuesday also gave way and I soiled myself and the towel I was sitting on. I did not feel the discomfort, but I knew what had happened. I now felt quite wretched sitting there. Where was everyone?
Daniel smiled seeing me wet and soil myself. He had the same look in his eyes he had when he attacked me on Tuesday. He gave me a quick glare and I closed my eyes and waited for whatever was going to happen.
Nothing happened!
SPLASH!
What was that?
What has happened?
“Open your eyes you idiot!” my brain screamed at me.
Where was Daniel?
Why are there big waves in the pool?
Who is surfacing from the water?
It’s Steve!
Yes, Steve had seen Daniel from the kitchen window, had dropped everything and physically barged Daniel straight into the pool!
Steve quickly got out of the pool to check I was okay. Steve then said not to worry; Daniel would not pass him to get to me.
Daniel hauled himself out of the pool and stood up. Steve was now standing in front of him. I saw the expression on Steve’s face. Daniel was now the one in trouble! Steve had a face like thunder and was glaring at Daniel so fiercely if looks could kill Daniel would be dead!
One thing my brother had told me was never to push your luck with Steve. I would witness what happened if you did “push your luck”.
“Get out of the way!” Daniel started. “This is between shit bag and me!” he finished implying me.
“If you want to get to Matthew you will have to get through me first!” Steve told Daniel with a look of pure defiance.
“Fine by me!” was the surprising reply from Daniel who swung his right fist at Steve with all his strength.
Steve managed to dodge out of the way of Daniel’s fist. Daniel would not be as lucky.
As Daniel missed Steve brought his left fist up hard catching Daniel just at the bottom of the rib cage. Steve punched Daniel with such force Daniel’s entire body weight of fourteen stone was raised forcibly off the floor. Daniel gasped as all the air was knocked out of his body and he collapsed onto the paving slabs.
Steve came over to me. My mind was now recovering and my senses were now working again. I was no longer frozen in terror but shaking wildly with nerves.
“I will get you indoors as quickly as I can,” Steve assured me.
Steve quickly picked up the cordless phone and dialled 999. He asked for a police officer by name and was put through to him. Steve quickly explained that Daniel had shown up and to get there quickly. Steve then hung up the phone.
“Ssstttteeeeevvvveeee!” I nervously squealed as I saw Daniel start to move.
Steve sprinted back round to the other side of the pool just as Daniel finished getting to his feet. Daniel had a face like thunder but that would do him no good. Steve had no intention of letting Daniel anywhere near me. Daniel would only get to me when he walked over Steve’s dead body.
Once again Daniel threw a punch to try to get past Steve. Again it missed. Steve decided to finish this once and for all. He wanted to care for me, not have a fight.
Having ducked under Daniel’s punch Steve gave Daniel a right hook. Daniel’s head spun round as Steve’s punch hit its’ target. Daniel was totally stunned. Steve threw another punch straight into the middle of Daniel’s stomach. Daniel doubled over as once again all the air was knocked out of him. Steve now finished the job. He lifted Daniel’s head up and threw a final powerful right hook. Daniel’s entire body lifted into the air with the force of the blow and he flew at least three feet backwards. Daniel landed in a heap and lay there motionless.
Rubbing the back of his right hand Steve came towards my shivering form. I was not cold but shaking with nerves. Steve was about to pick me up when I stopped him.
“I have had a bit of an accident!” I sheepishly said.
“No problem,” Steve started, “A wet towel will soon rinse,” he added.
“No,” I replied, “both ends!” I added with my head bowed.
Steve knelt down so we were looking directly at each other.
“You do not need to be embarrassed,” Steve started. “Terror can make you do things you do not want to do,” he added. “I will get some things to clean you up. If Daniel moves ring the bell and I will be here in an instant,” he finished.
I nodded my head and Steve went away to collect everything he needed. When he came back I asked him to do something for me.
“Please check Daniel is okay!” I asked.
The look on Steve’s face is one you would have to see to explain properly. I could only really describe it as pure astonishment.
“Hang on,” Steve started, “Despite everything Daniel has done to you, and would have tried to do to you a moment ago, you still want me to make sure he is alive and well!” Steve finished.
I merely nodded my head. I do not know why but I still cared for my older brother.
“You are such a wonderful person!” Steve exclaimed warmly. He then left me for a moment and checked Daniel over. He was still warm and breathing. He was also still out cold.
“Thank you.” I said to Steve upon his return.
Steve smiled at me as he gently washed me where I had wet and soiled myself. The towel was rolled up ready to be put through a boil wash. Steve then insisted on carrying me inside. All the time I could see Daniel my nerves would not settle. Steve also wanted to get away from Daniel so he would not get more of a beating.
Steve had barely put me down on the sofa when we heard the sirens. A few moments later no fewer than three police cars arrived and a van.
Steve quickly put on a pair of tracksuit bottoms and went outside to speak to the police officer. The police officer was expecting to have to do a major search of the area (hence all the cars etc). He was surprised to find Daniel out cold in the garden. Two of the cars were sent back and the few remaining officers waited for Daniel to come round so he could be formally arrested and put in the van.
Steve asked the officer to let him know when they were about to go so I could be shown Daniel awake and being led away. Steve explained to the stunned officer that I still worried about Daniel. This surprised the officer even more as he had seen the state I was in at the hospital.
Five minutes later and Steve was still trying to get me to stop shaking as two very worried parents burst into the house calling our names in turn.
“In here!” Steve yelled in response.
Steve’s parents were very relieved to see us both safe. Apart from my shaking with nerves we were no worse for wear for the experience.
“Daniel?” Steve’s dad asked.
“With the police in the garden!” Steve calmly replied.
Steve’s dad came over to Steve and told Steve to show him his hands. With reluctance Steve showed his dad his bruised knuckles. Steve’s dad then looked at me.
“Was Steve overly violent?” he asked gently with sincerity. Steve’s dad knew his son had a temper, he had too when needed.
“No,” I replied honestly. “He merely did what he needed to do to stop Daniel getting to me!” I finished.
“Thank you.” Steve’s dad responded. “Steve,” he continued turning to his son. “I am proud of your restraint. I know you would have happily beaten Daniel to a pulp given the chance.” He continued. He then took his youngest son and gave him a warm fatherly hug. Steve was surprised but grateful his father had taken the news of him fighting this well. It was true. Steve would have happily killed Daniel if his rage had taken hold.
At this point a police officer poked his head round the door to say Daniel had come round and was now cuffed and being taken to the van. At this Steve made sure my modesty was covered and picked me up and took me to where the police van was parked. I was able to see Daniel being put into the police van and taken away.
Steve had wanted me to see this as a psychological boost. Knowing my brother was no longer able to get anywhere near me I should start to be able to deal with the mental side of recent events as well as the physical.
We saw the police van leave. The police officer in charge said he would be round tomorrow to give me a chance to calm down (I was still shaking as if I was freezing). I did not know why at the time, tomorrow would tell me. Today I had other things to worry about.
Steve carried me inside and put me down on a sofa where his mum took over trying to comfort me and to try to stop me shaking. A few moments later Steve arrived with a drink and a couple of tablets.
He then explained that these were some of the tablets the doctors had given me on the off chance I had a panic attack. Even though I was not having one of those my nerves were shot and these would help. The tablets would send me to sleep for a couple of hours and I would be groggy for the rest of the day, but at least they would calm my nerves. Steve then added that he would not force me to take these tablets; it would be entirely my choice. I asked Steve to let me see how it goes for half an hour. If I was still a total wreck I would take them, if not I wouldn’t. Steve happily agreed to this and then asked if he could tell his parents what had happened while they were gone. I agreed.
Five minutes later with the story told I had Steve holding my shivering form as Steve’s mum went to get the towel to put through a boil wash. Before she left me with Steve she did say not to worry about what had happened as they could all see how scared I must have been. I was given a gentle kiss on the forehead and given over to Steve.
“Do Matthew’s parents know about Daniel being found and caught?” Steve’s dad asked us as his mum left.
Steve merely shook his head. To be honest neither of us had thought about it. I was too terrified and Steve was more worried about looking after me! Steve’s dad stated that he would give them a quick call and left us alone.
A couple of minutes later he returned and told us that the police had not been in touch with my parents just yet. They would quickly pop over and then carry on to the police station. They had sounded worried over the phone but had been assured no physical harm had been done. They did not need to come here at breakneck speed.
Half an hour later my parents arrived. I was still shaking like a leaf and this was now starting to irritate me. Steve had been talking to me about anything and nothing for the last half hour to try and keep me occupied but my nerves were totally shot.
After a short visit and being assured numerous times I was fine despite my continued shaking my parents left for the police station. Steve kept his hands hidden all the time my parents were present. The sight of his knuckles would not go down too well, even if it was to protect me!
“Steve,” I started as soon as my parents were gone. “I will take those tablets now. I am fed up shaking like this, I just want it to stop!” I added. “Will you hold me until I am asleep before taking me to bed?” I asked finishing.
“Of course,” Steve replied smiling at me.
I took the two tablets with the glass of water and Steve put me on his lap and held me as if I was a toddler who had just come out of the bath and was snuggling ready for bed. My eyes slowly got heavier and I was soon in a deep drug induced sleep. Steve gently carried me to his bedroom and put me to bed. He even put a sheet over me to stop me catching a chill. Finally he gave me a gentle kiss goodnight on the forehead, to which I gave a gentle moan of appreciation. Even in my deep slumber I had felt this act of kindness! Steve then left me and made his was to a part of the house I had never yet been in. Steve had some major anger he needed to work off and he knew the best place to do it. He asked his parents to listen out for the bell, as he did not know how long he would be. With a gentle ruffle of his son’s hair his dad said not to worry and to do what he needed to do. Steve thanked his dad and headed off to do what he needed to do.
At about five I was gently woken from my slumber. I did not feel rested, I was groggy but looking at my hands there was now only a minor quiver. The rest of me was calm and shake free.
“Feel better?” Steve’s mum gently asked.
“Much, but feel very tired.” I responded.
Steve’s mum gave me another kiss on the forehead before getting me dressed in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt to get me ready for tea. She asked if I needed help with the stairs. I assured her that I would be fine; it would just take me longer than normal. I also needed the bathroom, so asked her to go and I would follow as quickly as possible. She nodded her head and left me to get myself downstairs for the food I could now smell and made my stomach gurgle.
I got myself to the kitchen and asked where Steve was. Steve’s dad said he would go and call him. I did not see where Steve’s dad called to but it was somewhere in the house I had not yet visited. A few moments later I saw Steve and gasped in surprise and shock at the sight.
Steve was literally covered in sweat. His hair was soaked and matted on his head and his tracksuit bottoms were clinging to his body. His chest was heaving as he took very deep breaths as fast as possible. I had no idea what Steve had been doing, but I had a good idea it had something to do with Daniel showing up today.
Seeing my concern Steve came over to tell me he was fine. He just needed to work off some anger and had been doing that in the basement.
“Okay,” I started, “but could you get rid of the smell as well now!” I added as the whiff of massive amounts of sweat hit my nose.
Steve came back to his senses and sniffed at one of his armpits.
“Point taken!” he said and excused himself to have a shower. He would start his food when he returned.
“What’s in the basement?” I asked Steve’s parents.
“You have not been down there?” was the amused response. I shook my head.
“We have a few gym machines down there.” Steve’s dad responded.
Now I knew what Steve had been doing. To relieve the anger he had taken it out on the gym equipment.
We then went on to eat the food that had been cooked. I had the soup again as I did not really want what Steve and his parents were eating that night. Beside that my appetite was still a bit hit and miss. I enjoyed the soup and even managed my desert saved from lunch. Steve soon returned smelling much sweeter and demolished his food. His exercise had worked up quite an appetite within him.
After eating Steve and I settled down to watch some TV. I was now starting to feel very lethargic from the tablets now I had eaten and Steve was tired from two hours of pounding out his anger in the gym. Although I did not fall asleep I felt as if I wanted to. It was a horrible sensation really.
At about nine I asked Steve to run me a bath. I needed to clean up. I also needed to have the waterproof dressing removed before bed and after a bath would be the best time to do this. Steve gave me a smile and vanished. He knew I did not want a special bath, I wanted to rinse off the pool and general grime you pick up.
I don’t know who enjoyed the bath more. Me being washed by Steve (he insisted but I did not really put up much of a fight) or Steve having the pleasure of washing me. Just like his dad Steve was very gentle everywhere that was bruised and battered and thorough everywhere else. I could not help but have an attack of the giggles as Steve washed the soles of my feet. I think he lingered there on purpose but I was not going to complain.
After a nice bath I was carried downstairs and we both said goodnight to Steve’s parents. Steve was more tired than he thought for earlier and he decided to go to bed as well. We got my tablets and headed upstairs.
Once in the bedroom I asked Steve if he wanted to be brought to orgasm. Steve smiled at me but shook his head. I was still feeling a bit nervous from the events of the day and asked Steve if he would let me sleep on top of him tonight as I felt as if I wanted protecting. I would not have blamed Steve if he had said no but he merely smiled and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips.
“Just don’t fidget too much!” he quipped making me smile broadly.
As I was already groggy I decided to only have one sleeping tablet tonight. Steve still looked pent up and agitated and so I offered the spare tablet to him.
“You look as if you will need help sleeping tonight!” I stated lovingly.
Steve agreed with this but still swore me to secrecy. He did not want his parents to know about him taking a sleeping tablet, even if he did probably need it.
All the tablets taken we settled down to sleep. As we thought it took Steve a little while to settle. I was soon asleep lying on top of Steve with his hands gently rubbing my back to make me feel safe and protected. I actually slept better that night than any night since the attack. I was finally on the mend. Let the recovery begin I mused to myself as I felt my eyes get heavy with sleep.
Part 15 – A Sunday of Tender Loving Care Steve woke before me this morning and started to gently rub his hands from the bottom of my butt cheeks to the top of my neck in a slow wonderfully restful way. If I had not been asleep this would have been a wonderful way to fall asleep. I was slowly woken by this gentle caress and felt a glow of happiness that had been missing from me for the last few days.
“Mmmmmmmmm, more please!” I gently murmured to Steve.
“Good morning your horniness!” Steve whispered in reply.
This snapped me to my senses. Yes, it was true. I had a raging erection that was throbbing against Steve’s thigh.
“Would my nurse like to cure this horniness problem!?” I whispered back playing the game we had just started.
“Oh, of course,” Steve replied with a broad grin on his face.
I was gently laid on my back and Steve shuffled down to where my erection was now pointing at the ceiling.
“I recommend a good dose of tongue work!” Steve whispered still playing the game. “Is the patient ready to be treated?” he added still beaming a smile at me.
“Yes, yes, oh please yes!” I whispered trying to sound like a scared and worried patient. “Please treat and cure me from this affliction!” I finished barely able to stop myself laughing. I was really enjoying this even though as yet nothing had happened.
Steve gently lowered his head and his tongue grazed the tip of my foreskin. He then gently started lapping up my little erection from base to tip. This was amazing. Pulse after pulse of wonderful pleasure came from Steve’s ministering of my cock. I simply lay on the bed with my eyes closed gently moaning and purring with pleasure. “I should have let Steve try to do this yesterday,” I thought to myself. Steve asked if I was ready to have my foreskin pulled back so Steve could really pleasure me.
“Oh yes, please, now, please, yes!” I whispered desperate to have more pleasure and to release the massive amount of pressure I now felt in my little ball sac.
Steve gently pulled my foreskin back and started lapping at my throbbing bell end. It was heavenly! Steve was as gentle as silk being slid over the end of my cock. It would not be long before I reached a long overdue orgasm.
After a minute or two of the gentle lapping Steve decided he wanted my cock in his mouth and enveloped my cock in its entirety. This sudden covering of my cock in Steve’s hot moist wonderful mouth instantly sent me over the edge and I had the orgasm I had been longing for.
“Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!” I moaned with appreciation as the first pulse of the orgasm took hold with a vengeance. I quickly took a pillow and put it over my mouth as I moaned and groaned loudly as I enjoyed this fabulous orgasm Steve had magically brought me to. Several strong pulses and a minute to calm down later I moved the pillow to look at Steve who was still by my cock and still smiling.
“The treatment has not worked!” Steve whispered still playing the game. “Would the patient like to try another dose!” he added quietly.
I looked at my cock. Sure enough it was still pointing at the ceiling! My eyes bulged at the concept of more pleasure, but what the hell. I knew I would enjoy it and Steve was willing.
“Oh please nurse!” I started. “Do whatever you need to do to cure me!” I replied quietly, unable to hide a broad smile as I stroked Steve’s face to say thank you for what he had already done today.
Steve flashed me a winning smile and my cock vanished back into his hot wet waiting mouth. Steve started to gently suck on my hard cock and moved his tongue all over my bell end. Steve was doing this slowly on purpose to really get me hot and bothered and build up as much pressure as possible in my balls before I had my orgasm.
Sure enough Steve built me up until I had a covering of sweat all over my young body. I was panting and quietly pleading with Steve to give me the orgasm that would release the pressure in my ball sac. Steve smiled at these requests and just continued building up the pressure in my balls. I was now panting wildly and had to put a pillow over my mouth to stop the world hearing my moans and whimpering as Steve built up the pressure in my balls to what I thought was an impossible level. Then it happened.
The pressure had built up to such a point that even with Steve’s deliberately slow ministering I came. I took in a sharp very deep intake of breath and froze as every muscle in my body flexed.
I yelled out in pleasure into the pillow as I had the most powerful orgasm I could recollect. I yelled, whimpered, moaned, groaned and goodness knows what else as my body totally lost control of itself as this mega orgasm took hold. I lost count of the number of pulses that shook my very being as Steve gently kept my cock in his mouth so I could enjoy the warmth as my balls emptied out their non existent cargo with a force I had never felt before. The orgasm was that powerful that I blanked out after the climax.
After a few moments I came round, still panting, to see Steve looking at me smiling broadly.
“Did my patient enjoy the cure?!” Steve asked gently, but laden with sarcasm.
“You bet!” I replied, “but who will cure you?!” I now asked seeing Steve at full mast.
“I don’t know!” Steve mused. “Do you know anyone who could help me?” he asked with a massive grin on his face.
“Mmmm…” I mused gently rubbing the massive erection Steve had. “If nurse can get into position near my mouth I could have a go!” I responded with a massive smile myself now.
Steve did not need to be told twice and quickly moved so the bell end of his cock was brushing my lips. I gave the tip of Steve’s cock a gentle loving kiss and then slowly opened my mouth to tease Steve a bit. I poked my tongue out and licked the bell end now. This send shivers up Steve’s back and his cock pulsed and quivered as I gently licked the very tip of the bell end again and again.
It was now Steve’s turn to pant wildly. He was holding the bed frame with all his might to stop himself falling onto me. His legs were quivering as much as his cock. It occurred to me that Steve was not far off an orgasm. He must have really got excited giving me my two blowjobs this morning. I decided to take Steve by surprise.
Without warning I opened my mouth wide and took the head of Steve’s cock into my mouth while gripping the shaft of his cock as hard as possible with both of my hands. No sooner was the cock in my hot moist loving mouth than Steve took a massive intake of breath and gasped loudly. The next moment a big stream of cum blasted into my mouth as Steve shook and quivered wildly as a very powerful instant orgasm ripped through his taut muscular body. He gasped and panted several times as each powerful pulse of the orgasm sent more and more pleasure through his body. Steve was having a very intense orgasm. He was also thoroughly enjoying it!
This was brilliant. I was able to see all of the muscles in Steve’s body flex and bulge as Steve fought against his bodies demand to collapse. His arms shook wildly as Steve panted and fought for enough air to satisfy the needs of his body. Luckily for me Steve did not collapse onto me as that would have hurt.
It was a little while before Steve opened his eyes and moved to lie beside me.
“Wow!” was all Steve could say as he continued to catch his breath.
“Good?!” I asked with a broad grin.
“Awesome!” Steve answered and we shared a slow deep snog, all the time Steve making sure he did not push too hard and hurt me.
“I am going to spoil you something rotten today!” Steve then announced.
“Why?” I asked honestly confused.
“You deserve it!” was the surprising answer from Steve.
“Do I?” I asked still confused.
Steve nodded his head with vigour.
“You could quite easily just let me pleasure you and use your battered state as an excuse not to pleasure me,” Steve started, “but instead you have demanded that I get pleasure even if I cannot pleasure you in return until you are well,” he finished.
I was blushing now. I had wanted to pleasure Steve regardless of the way I felt. It did not occur to me that Steve would expect me not to want to pleasure him.
I leant over and started to kiss Steve. This wonderful teenage boy had wisdom beyond his years and such a capacity for love I would never be able to match it now matter how much I tried. Steve slowly rolled onto his back as we kissed so I could control the pressure on my lips and his strong arms rolled round my body and his hands restarted gently rubbing from the bottom of my butt cheeks to the top of my neck with a gentle caress that was pure heaven.
I let myself melt into the moment and gently kissed, snogged, and pecked at Steve’s lips for a full ten minutes while my heart pounded in my chest with joy. We shared warmth, the feel of each others skin, our happiness, and a feeling of love we would not feel again with a different person until we found the people we would end up married to.
I really did not want this to end but the call of nature forced us to break the contact our lips were enjoying. Steve put both of his hands on my butt cheeks and both naked we headed to the bathroom with me being carried by Steve and my head gently resting on Steve’s right shoulder. Bliss!
After getting dressed we were downstairs for breakfast and another bowl of Ready Brek with golden syrup followed. I had more of an appetite this morning and ventured to try some toast. It was a little sore going down my throat, but nothing I could not deal with. Not long before there would be no discomfort I told myself. All we then had to do was decide what we were going to do for the day.
“Why not go to the park or beach for a walk or lazy day?” came the suggestion from Steve’s mum. “I will need to pass by both to my friend’s social. I can pick you up when I return,” she added.
“Sounds good to me,” Steve said.
“Me too,” I started. “Can we do the park please?” I asked Steve.
“Course,” was the simple answer from Steve.
It did not take us long to get ready and less than an hour later we were at the park. This was better for me as there were more benches to sit on. There was also more I would be able to do.
“See you at the gates at noon,” Steve’s mum said just before leaving us.
“Crazy golf?” I asked Steve as soon as the car was gone.
“Why not?” Steve replied.
We took the slow walk to the crazy golf stall and got our balls and clubs. The attendant looked at me with some concern, which made me feel very embarrassed. Steve came to the rescue.
“You should have seen the other three that attacked him!” he said to the teller. “They are all still in hospital!” he added glowering at the teller, making the teller nervous. When I tried to give the teller the money to pay for our round I was quickly told, “No, no, no, free round!” The teller then vanished to do a non existent errand to look busy until we left to play.
“You wonderful cheeky lying bullshitting sod!” I said to Steve giving him a playful nudge, as we walked to the first tee. “Thank you for giving me my dignity back just then,” I added.
“Anytime.” Steve said smiling. “That teller needed taking down a bit!” he added. “You first,” Steve finished.
We went on to enjoy our eighteen holes of crazy golf. It was a very close game, which ended up as a draw. I don’t know if Steve intended it to go that way but I was just happy to be with a good friend on a gorgeous summer’s day having fun. I was starting to feel more like my normal self. The clouds in my mind were lifting and I was starting to enjoy life again.
After the golf we went into the park café to have a drink and an ice cream. I insisted on paying and refused to let Steve put his hand in his pocket. We enjoyed our drink and ice cream when one of my school friends walked into the café.
“Matthew!” they yelled before their brain had a chance to catch up and stop them yelling my name.
This made both Steve and myself jump as they came running towards us with a “I have just seen a ghost” look on their face.
“What on earth!” Sam said as he stood beside me his eyes filling with tears as he took in the sight of my battered face.
Steve groaned! He knew I would have to face this, but did not want it to be here and now. To be honest I did not want to face it here and now. Sam would be on the phone to just about everyone to say he had seen me. He would also say what a state I was in. I would be mobbed at school tomorrow. My heart sank as the possibility of a quiet entry to school tomorrow vanished. Sam would not be vindictive about this, but he would not be able to keep his mouth shut.
I looked at Steve for guidance.
“They will all know soon enough, so go with the truth!” Steve advised.
“Sit down Sam,” I gently said.
I took a deep breath.
“Daniel did this to me!” I told him.
Sam looked stunned. He did not know what to say or what to do. If he had been standing you would have been able to blow him over. At this point Sam’s dad walked in. As soon as Sam’s dad was by Sam, Sam burst into tears. This confused the hell out of Steve and me.
“Shock!” Sam’s dad stated hugging Sam as he wept. Sam’s dad worked for the police and so he knew what had happened to me, but had kept this from Sam.
“You are doing well considering the state you were in the last time I saw you!” Sam’s dad stated.
“I have a good friend taking care of me,” I answered taking Steve’s hand and giving it a squeeze. This made Steve blush beetroot red.
“Good for both of you,” Sam’s dad responded.
Sam had finished sobbing now and wiped his eyes. He was blushing as well now. Sam looked at his father and asked why he had said nothing.
“Not my place to. It would not be fair on Matthew,” he gently told his son. “Anyone want a drink or anything?” he added.
We all accepted the offer and said what we wanted and while Sam’s dad fetched them Sam asked the hundred and one questions that were rapidly charging through his mind.
Steve had to remind me of the time, as it would take a while for me to walk to the gate.
“When will I see you next?” Sam asked still fairly distressed.
“Tomorrow,” I answered honestly.
“You will be at school tomorrow!” Sam repeated quite shocked.
“Yep,” I replied. “I am not going to let a load of bruises beat me. Steve and I have worked hard to keep me going and I do not intent to let myself or him down by quitting,” I finished.
“But you look…” Sam said with genuine concern but unable to find the words.
“Rough, yes. I am not letting that stop me either,” I said with defiance. “I will be at school tomorrow unless I feel really rough and Steve tells me I am not going,” I finished.
Sam actually smiled at this and offered his hand to shake as I left. This I happily did. I knew full well Sam would be on the phone as soon as he got home, but at least people would not be as shocked when they did actually see me.
Sure enough it was a slow walk to the gates and we had only just got there when the car pulled up to take us to Steve’s. During the journey Steve’s mum told us that she planned to cook a full roast dinner that would be ready for tea unless I fancied something a bit softer on my throat. I thanked her warmly and replied I really wanted a nice roast dinner and did not care if I had to spend ages chewing to make it soft on my throat. It would be worth the effort, as Steve’s mum really knew how to cook.
We got back to Steve’s and had a sandwich to satisfy our hunger until tea would be ready. Steve then asked me what I would like to do next.
“Pool time,” I answered with real enthusiasm.
Steve vanished for a few moments and returned with a waterproof dressing to put over my catheter stitches and the sun cream. Neither of us really wanted the sun cream to be on me, but I would burn badly if it was not applied. It was not too bad. The pain I felt was less than last time even though I was still most of the colours of the rainbow in some places. In applying the sun cream Steve also stripped me naked. Steve then picked me up and carried me to the garden.
Once in the garden Steve put me down just by the steps for the pool and quickly vanished back into the house to strip naked. He soon appeared again and we were soon both in the pool. Steve dived straight in but I still had to take the slow entry using the steps. It would not be for long but necessary at the moment.
Once again the cool water felt wonderful. It cooled the bruises I had and felt so refreshing I almost fell asleep from the bliss! If I had been at home I know that I would not be doing as well. My parents would do all they can, but we did not have a pool and they would not do half of the things Steve had already done for me. I felt so much gratitude towards Steve and grabbed his foot as he floated by so I could tell him so.
Steve listened, smiled broadly and merely stood up and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips.
“You are very welcome, you also deserve to be spoilt by someone once in a while,” he replied.
I told Steve that he did nothing but spoil me rotten. He smiled broadly and told me that he had no intention of changing that. What else could I do but smile warmly at this wonderful friend I had and say a big thank you that came from the heart. I had a lump in my throat as I said it. Steve smiled, kissed me again and floated off blowing kisses at me as he moved away. What could I do but laugh and blow kisses back. We must have looked a right sight!
We played a few games while in the pool to help pass the time. It was quite fun really. It was good exercise for me and Steve was always up for a challenge.
As usual we lost track of time and it was not until we were told to get out of the pool and to dry that we realised that our Sunday roast dinner would be ready soon. We both headed into the house and the smell of a pork joint roasting in the oven filled our noses. My stomach grumbled at me and my mouth filled with moistness at the thought of eating the wonderful smelling pork. I could also smell roast potatoes and stuffing. There was another smell as well. Something sweet that I could not really recognise but I knew I wanted. I had to satisfy my curiosity and headed to the kitchen with a towel wrapped round my waist.
“What can I smell that is so yummy?” I asked almost drooling everywhere.
“Take a look,” Steve’s mum warmly replied.
Cooking in the oven was the roast pork, potatoes, parsnips, and below all that in a covered glass cooking tray was something pale. It took me a moment before I realised what it was. It was a proper rice pudding made from scratch! My mouth went into overdrive at the thought of a proper rice pudding, which would be rich and very creamy covered with a nice jam or golden syrup.
I must have been staring blankly because I jumped when Steve’s mum ruffled my hair and told me in the nicest possible way to get out of the kitchen, dry off and put some clothes on. Blushing deep red I went and quickly did as requested. I wanted this meal so much it was almost scary. There was something inside me that wanted me to stuff my face full as much as possible with this meal. I must be feeling a bit better I thought to myself, which made me very cheery.
Soon all four of us were sitting at the table. The smell of all the cooked food was wonderful and my stomach made its feelings known several times as I waited for everything to be drained/strained and laid out on the side. Everyone was smirking as my stomach kept rumbling away and I blushed.
“Sounds like the normal Matthew is back!” Steve’s dad quipped at my expense. Everyone smiled including me. It was nice that my improvements in health were noticed. It made me feel welcome and wanted.
I was told to stay where I was seated and my dinner was put on a plate for me. I was being spoilt again. There would be no point trying to stop them though. It would thankfully fall on deaf ears.
A reasonable sized meal was put before me and I slowly started eating. This soon changed to quite fast eating, as everything was so moist and nicely cooked it slipped down my throat without me even noticing it. I was really enjoying this meal and quickly finished my plateful and made a move to get some more. I was quickly stopped and Steve said he would go. I patiently waited until Steve had finished what he was eating and he soon got us both some more. I quickly finished this as well and was now really looking forward to the rice pudding, the smells of which wafted into my nose from where it had almost finished cooking in the oven.
A few minutes later a big steaming bowl of rice pudding was before me. This was the real deal, proper short grain rice, full cream milk, and evaporated milk all cooked together in the oven to make a creamy wonderful pudding. A jar of strawberry jam was also put on the table for anyone who wanted to add some. I decided to try the rice pudding on its own before adding anything. I was glad I did. The rice pudding was wonderful! Hot, rich and very creamy. To add anything would spoil this I thought and enjoyed this wonderful creamy desert as it was intended.
I was surprised at how much I had been able to eat and now felt very contented and also very sleepy. My head actually started dropping while still at the dining table, much to everyone’s amusement. Steve told me to go into the living room and have a nap. He would help with washing up and would wake me in an hour.
Nodding slowly I went to the living room and sat myself on the comfy reclining armchair. I switched on the TV but did not get to watch more than five minutes of whatever was on before I was sound asleep.
As promised Steve woke me as soon as all the washing up was done. It actually took quite an effort to wake me; I was really sound asleep. A nice cup of tea was ready for me and had been put beside me. I moved onto a sofa next to Steve so I could be near to him and we all watched some TV as we let our wonderful meal settle.
I was very contented. I had a full stomach from a nice meal. I was with good company. I was starting to feel like my old self. I don’t know how but Steve had managed more than I could have thought possible. It was less than a week since I had been brutally attacked and I was reasonably content! How had he managed that? The doctor had warned me that I might feel terrible for weeks, not days before I felt the way I used to. What miracle had Steve and his parents pulled?
I let these thought fade away as we watched TV while we enjoyed our drinks. Steve then asked if I wanted to play some computer games. I honestly didn’t care as long as it was with Steve and accepted his kind offer.
As usual we lost track of time and had to be told to have a bath as we had school tomorrow. With reluctance we shut down the computer and headed to the bathroom.
It hurt as always to remove the waterproof dressing after I had been bathed. Steve had a shower as I dried in the bathroom and soon afterwards we were in Steve’s bedroom. Steve had not finished spoiling me though. I was going to be sent to sleep in a wonderfully caring way.
“Lie on your tummy,” Steve told me. “I am going to spoil you.”
I was going to say something but Steve gently put a finger to my lips. I left my question and gave Steve a kiss instead before lying down on the bed on my stomach.
I heard Steve collect something and then he approached the bed. Steve then straddled my slender form and positioned himself just above my butt cheeks.
“You are going to love this!” Steve promised.
I felt something wet being applied to the middle of my back. I then felt both of Steve’s hands move the liquid all over my back. Steve then started to move his hands all over my back with a mild force. Steve was giving me a back rub!
My face lit up with joy and I closed my eyes as I started to relax all over from Steve’s ministering of my body. His hands went up, down, round, and all over every part of my back.
My mind slowly turned to mush and I felt very contented and purred for Steve. My breathing slowed and I felt myself slowly drift.
After twenty minutes of Steve tenderly rubbing my back I was sound asleep and gently snoring.
Steve smiled to himself and gently washed the excess oil off my back before drying it and putting a cover over my sleeping form.
He then went downstairs to say goodnight to his parents before returning. Steve got into the bed beside mine and with a continual smile on his face watched me sleeping a sound sleep.
In less than ten minutes Steve was asleep as well.
We would both sleep very well that night.
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