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Joey knocked.
“Come in,” said a burly voice.
“Thank you Sir,” Joey replied. He entered the room, filled Darren’s glass with fresh filtered water, which was just a centimeter from being empty.
“Thank you much boy. Very thoughtful.”
“Of course Sir. May I bring you a snack or anything?“
“No thank you, boy. I’ll be eating a banana and having a protein shake before the gym later, so I’ll do that then.”
“Of course. How are your stocks Sir?”
“Looking good,” Darren said with a smile. “But I’d rather look at you. You are shaping up beautifully, boy.”
Joey turned pink. “Thank you Sir. I feel very inadequate next to you, but it’s…inspirational.”
“Aw. That’s kind of you to say so boy. One day you’ll be able to out bench me. One day.”
Joey raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Not in this life!”
“Oh you will,” Darren said, slapping Joey’s solid ass.
“Oh!”
Darren moved his hand up Joey’s thigh, admiring the taut muscle under neath. His hand slid upwards to brush over Joey’s bulge before letting it fall away. “Such good progress.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Joey stammered.
“Good boy now. I gotta finish my analysis now. See you down in the kitchen later.”
“Yes sir!” Joey said. He bowed in respect and left.

Joey’s heart was fluttering the whole time he bounced down the stairs. He’d met Darren in the gym. Darren was his mentor, his Sir, the first stud to claim him and fuck him in the locker room. He worshiped Darren and all his hot muscles – and his very nice thick cock. To think one day he’d eclipse Darren was a crazy thought. Joey flexed. Still not nearly as big as Darren. One day at a time. He hoped it didn’t happen too fast though. He liked being a boy in service and having a gym buddy.

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“Oh hey look at this.”
“What?” Luke grunts, walking over to where his friend Sam is disrobing their latest catch. He stands over the two, chewing his sandwich.
“He’s wearing these grocery store sweatpants, yet he’s wearing this Ambercrombie boxer briefs with these stars on them.”
Luke snorts. “Not one for fashion. They’re kind of cute though.”
“Yeah, they kind of are. Not smuggling a lot in there though,” Sam says with a snicker.
“Good. Hate when my property has bigger dicks than me.”
“You hate when anyone has a bigger dick than you,” Sam reminded.
Luke made a face as he chewed his food of begrudging acceptance.

“Well, guess I should cut them off now.”
“It’s kind of be a shame to ruin good underwear like that though,” Luke noted.
“Yeaah…”
“He’s still out though right?”
“Yeah,” Sam replied. “Gave him a good dose. That last one woke up too early and I cut him doing this, so don’t want that to happen again.”
“Well, I’ll help with his feet and we’ll take em off ok?”
Sam agreed.

Luke shoved the rest of his baloney sandwich in his face and helped Sam with the boy’s feet. They stripped his underwear off, then pulled it off his ankles. “There,” Sam said, holding the fabric in his hand. “…God he’s got like two inches soft there. Hope he’s a grower.”
“Not too much of a grower,” Luke noted. “Can I see those a minute?”
“Sure,” Sam said, tossing them to Luke.

Luke caught them. “Thanks for the new underwear,” he grinned, getting up and walking away with them.
“Hey,” Sam laughed. “Your cock won’t fit in there!”
“If it doesn’t you can have them back,” Luke retorted.

Sam shook his head at Luke’s antics. Well, the boy was stripped now and the fun could begin. At least, while it lasted. You could only make a career out of kidnapping boys of the internet to fulfill their fantasies for so long. Sam got up with a groan as his knees cracked, then went over to a small table where he picked up a stopwatch and started it. Hopefully he’d get two days in before the police got up his ass. That Detective Halpern in particular needed a really good lay. 

“Hey Luke, what kind of underwear do you think Halpern wears?”
“Oh, tighty whities for sure,” Luke said with a laugh. “Fruit of the Loom.”
Sam laughed back. “God I can totally picture that.”

A moan came from the floor. “Oh hey,” Sam said cheerfully. “Star Boy is waking up.”

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“Boy? Boy are you awake?”
“Mmmnnn. Yez-Zir.”
“Poor thing, you are so tuckered out from the demonstrations we did today. You were such a good boy today. Made me very proud.”
“I love you Sir. Anything for you Sir,” the slave murmured, leaning against his Master’s touch.
“I love you too boy. You are going to fall asleep in the tub if we leave you in here any longer. Give me the shampoo, I’m going to finish washing you.”
The slave flushed. Being washed by his Master sounded wonderful as it was rare. He handed his Master the bottle. Moments later, strong fingers began to massage his scalp. The reward was so lovely that the slave could not even articulate how happy he was, he just groaned. He fell asleep during rinsing, and did not remember a thing until he woke up the next morning in his Master’s bed.

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“What are you staring at?” Robin asks, folding his flannel scarf.
“I’m watching you dress,” I reply, leaning against the wall with my foot pressed against it for support. “I just realized that I’d never seen you dress before.” Robin gives me a look and an eyebrow raise to convey that he’s never heard such an odious lie and is offended he thinks I’d swallow it. “You have seen me dress before. Plenty. All those times after we had sex, or after the shower – you know, before we moved in?”
I fuss with the band of my underwear, the only thing I’m wearing. “Well yeah, but you were always wearing jeans or something. I’ve never seen you dress for work.” 
“Not true. I’ve slept over at your place and gone to work the next morning, and more than once I might add.”
I can’t tamp down a small smile. “Nope. All those times you came out of the bathroom fully dressed in your work clothes, or I came out of the bathroom and you were already dressed.” 
“What’s so captivating about watching me dress for work?” Robin asks. 
I blush a little and switch feet. “I’ve never gotten to bathe you, and help moisturize you, and then taken the trimmer and touched up your beard. Then, I’ve never gotten to watch you put on your slacks, slide the delicate shirt fabric over your beautiful torso and watch it take shape over your muscles, then watch work those tiny buttons with the same fingers that stroke my cock so strong and tenderly…”  
Robin is fixated on me, and now he is blushing too.
“And you look so serious when picking your tie and suspenders, you’d think you were the President going on television or something. And then damn – there you are. Fashionable, stylish Robin. Looking utterly gorgeous and ready to take on the world.” 
 Robin just stares at me. He fumbles with the scarf in his hands. “I – I’m uh, wow,” he chuckles. “No one has ever said something like that to me before. It’s really flattering.” 
My smile widens. “It’s true. Just another perk of loving you and sharing a home with you.”  
Robin’s expression softens. “You are so beautiful with your words, you know that? Especially when they come out of those soft lips of yours….” 
It’s my turn to feel my ears burning. “Well, a poet has to have his muse.”

Robin glances aside and adjusts himself. “Turn around and put your hands against the wall.”

I raise both eyebrows. “Are you arresting me?”

“You wish. Which reminds me, I need to buy some handcuffs now that we have a headboard.” 
“Oooo.”
“Do as I say.”
I turn around and position myself like he asks, trying not to move too much. I love it when Robin gets bossy but it does not happen very often. I hear a drawer open and close. A moment later, I hear him get off the bed, which is followed by socked feet padding on the wood floor. Hands find my waist, which makes me jump. Robin kisses my shoulder and without asking permission, pushes down my underwear.

I gasp. This was a new type of play. I was eager to see where it went. When I turn my head towards him, I am given strict instructions to keep my gaze forward, to get real acquainted with that shade of Duck Eggshell White paint we used. A pair of smooth hands caress my hips and then my ass. I arch my spine and the hands squeezed me. I keen out into my arm, quickly becoming excited.

I hear the tear of paper, and the flick of a lid. I’m incredulous. He’s going to fuck me, just like this! Without even asking! I think it’s kind of thrilling to be wanted and lusted over and used like property. 
God, if he treats me like how he treats his clothing then I hope I’m his property.  I wait for Robin to stretch me but he does not. He just suites up and pushes in. The pain feels like a spark of electricity, but luckily I’m still a bit loose from all that dildo play last night. I feel virginal and Robin feels huge. I’m sure I’m drooling on the wall.
He rocks against me, sliding in and out. I try to meet his pace but it causes conflict with his pattern. Robin presses his fingers into my iliac grooves and pulls my hips up and back. Instantly, and impossibly, he slides in even deeper. I cry out, a ragged noise and strangled gasp. 
Robin groans. “I knew you could fit another inch.”  

I can feel the course fabric of his pants push up against me with every thrust. We don’t make it to ten. Robin stands up on his toes and pins me to the wall, wanting to be as close to me as possible when releasing his load. I hear him take in a huge lungful of air, hold it, and then release it after the orgasm peaks. His heat flows inside of me, and I wish he isn’t wearing a condom. I feel oddly happy and dizzy, and I realize I came when he did – all over the wall. “Shit,” I mutter. 
“Mmmn,” Robin replies, reaching around to play with my balls. We enjoy a moment together. A bird chirps outside.

“Now,” Robin purrs in my ear, pausing to teeth my ear lobe. “I have to go to work and earn bread for our household. You be good for me, do your chores, attend your grad classes, and when I get home, I want you to greet me wearing hardly anything ok?”
I press my forehead against the wall. Everything was still spinning. How could I feel so empty and yet still totally slutty after what Robin just said?
I nod.
“Fuck yeah. How about instead, totally naked?”
“…You’d do that for me?” Robin asks. 
“Anything for the man of my dreams. And don’t forget to take your lunch with you ok? I made it with love.”
“You made me lunch?” Robin replies, genuinely surprised. 
 “Just some left overs I packed last night,” I admit.
Robin slaps me on the butt once, making me yelp.
“Fuck, I wish I could stay home and just make love to you in every room of our new condo.”
I chuckle. “One day you should.” 
Robin nuzzles my shoulder and his beard scratches me. “One day I will. But today I must go in to work because someone made me a nice lunch and I do not want to waste it.”

Robin kisses the back of my neck, swats me on the butt again, and then drifts away. He throws the condom in the trash, cleans himself up. I watch him over my shoulder with doe eyes as he maneuvers his half tamed cock back into his jockstrap. Yeah, the man doesn’t even own normal underwear.  
We kiss good-bye, and he leaves, reluctantly. I pass out on the bed and listen for him closing the door. I cover my face with my hands and sigh in bliss. I never knew how wonderful mornings could be. An early jog, breakfast together, showers, sex…. I notice something and lift my head. Oh my god, I could see my drool spot and cum on the wall from the bed. I laugh. How embarrassing! I get up and go find the cleaner. We’re running low. I make a note to buy it in bulk next time. If this is how life is going to be living together, we’re going to need it.

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Terry heard the noise from the other room. He finished polishing his glosses with the little cloth he carried, then put them back on his face before he went to investigate.

I noticed the young man in the doorframe and the intense look of focus on his face at the officeboy he had bent over the table. “Oh Terry. You want a learning moment? Come here.”
Terry approached. “What’s going on?”
I gave the boy’s ass another swat. “Our officeboy here shredded a time stamped copy of an important document I needed from that medical office. And now I have to get another made and couriered from Downtown, but because it’s after 3 pm there’s going to be a surcharge. So he’s getting a spanking.”
“Is that so?” Terry asked, unable to tear his eyes off the bare curves of the officeboy’s back and ass.

I considered Terry’s reaction. I generally liked Terry. He worked here part time as a paid intern. Smart as he was handsome, Terry was 17 and already half way through university. Although the legal age of consent was 16 here, I purposely kept Terry sort of away from our officeboy as not to distract him so much; however, I could not pass up a lesson on education.

“Do your parents have a houseboy at home, Terry?”
He shook his head.
“So you’ve never had to discipline. Come here. I’ll show you. Come here, put a hand here on his shoulder, stand there…good. Now, when you strike you want to use an open hand and a flat palm. You want to strike here on the fattest part, too high or too low. If you strike the thighs, they can’t sit down and it’s uncomfortable to walk. You want to strike right in the middle and leave a lasting sting so…”

I trailed off. Terry wasn’t paying attention. He was gently caressing the supple curve of the boy’s already pink ass. I looked at his face, and that’s when I knew I had awakened something in there. Terry’s eyes were narrow and focused. He was feeling the heat of the early half of the spanking under his hand. Whatever Terry was thinking, he wasn’t saying anything, but I could tell by the small smile that was growing into a smirk that he liked it very much. He was still young, but he was getting the first inkling of what was his early alpha instincts. Terry was bright. No doubt he was sensing the power and thrill of having a boy under his thumb that needed guidance and direction. What Terry saw, no doubt, was raw material. Beautiful, golden, raw material. I was wondering what I had started when Terry spoke.

Terry was trying hard to keep his voice under control. “Can I try?”
“Try…?” I began. “Oh, you want to finish his spanking?”
Terry looked at me. “May I?”
“Mm I don’t see why not. How are you doing boy?”
“I’m – I’m fine, Sir,” he said meekly. He knew he was lucky to only be getting a spanking for destroying that document.
Terry licked his lower lip. “What a cute little ass. Ok, right in the middle…” He gave the officeboy’s ass a swat, making the boy squeak.
“A little lower,” I said gently. “And a bit harder.”
Terry tried again, and got a sweet cry from the officeboy.
“That’s it Terry. Good. Now give him fifteen of those.”

I stood back and watched with a knowing eye as Terry delivered. He had a knack for it, just as he did for business and math. Was there anything this wunderkind couldn’t do?

When Terry finished ten, he shook his hand. “Ow.”
I chuckled. “Forgot to tell you about that.”
After five more, Terry was done. “Looks good. Great work. Now, don’t forget aftercare.”
“Aftercare…?” Terry repeated.
“Yes. He’s nearly crying, you should say something.”
I purposely put Terry on the spot, to see what he would do.

Terry thinks, then pats the houseboy on the shoulder. “Sorry to have to cause you discomfort, but you made an error that was caused by not paying attention. If we can both learn from this, we won’t have to do this again soon. Now, how about I get you some tissues, and you can take a little break, drink some water  perhaps?”
The houseboy nodded, sniffling. “Ok. Thank you young Sir. I appreciate you taking time to re-educate me.”
“Good boy,” Terry said, the words slipping out of his mouth as natural as they could be. “Also, when you’re ready to return to work, let’s go over the shred pile and make sure nothing is mixed up in there that shouldn’t be destroyed.”

The officeboy stood up and nodded, wiping his tears with a tissue Terry had given him. “Good idea, Sir.”

Terry looked at me. I was astonished. I was sure my jaw was on the ground. Did I just let a teenager displace me? “Well done Terry. That was impressive,” I admitted.
Terry beamed.
I nodded toward the officeboy. “Don’t worry,  Remi, you’re still the best office boy we’ve had. You’re dismissed for a short break.”
The officeboy bowed his head. “Yes sir.” He pulled his shirt down and shuffled off. He was not permitted pants in the office, just his chastity device.

Then, it was just Terry and I.
“It seems you liked that,” I noted.
Terry shrugged sheepishly, adjusting his pants. “I dunno…I thought it was going to be awkward but when I got into it, I was just in this groove. I felt kind of connected to him. Does that sound weird?”
I shook my head. “Not at all. If it’s awkward, then you don’t have self-confidence, which means you’re not in control of your houseboy. Or officeboy. or whatever.”
Terry nodded. “I’m really glad you guys hired me for this internship. I’m learning more here than I’m learning in college.”
I raise both eyebrows. “Wow, why thank you Terry. We’re happy to teach here at Dunham Law.” I couldn’t help but thinking though that if we armed Terry too well, he would come back as a lawyer and crush us until oblivion. I made a note to offer him a job when the internship was over. I also made a little note to still keep him away from our officeboy for now. That was only cemented when I noticed Terry took a long bathroom break not an hour later.

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“Still adjusting boy? I know for so long you held onto some smug sense of superiority about your cock being bigger than mine…but now that I’ve pushed it up and locked it in that tiny thing, I’m bigger. I’m in charge. I hold the leash to your collar, and you will obey me or be punished. Get a good look at it boy – my small cut cock is bigger than yours, and yes, you will be worshiping it soon.”

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“Well, well…our mousy little drug runner gone astray doesn’t have big balls after all.”
”Please don’t hurt me!”
“And
what, break our toys? I think not. Hm. Well you are too small to fetch
any real value on the market. I could sell you as a cheap fuck toy but
it’d be a bad investment for anybody. You wouldn’t last long; you don’t
have a body to take hard fucking.”
The young man whimpers.
“Heh.
Sometimes that makes people hard. You’re still soft as they come. You
are a coward aren’t you? Fucked up one delivery and just hid with his
tail between his legs.”
“I’m sorry I -”
“Quiet,” I snap, tapping
the strap against his thigh. “You don’t know how pissed my boss was
about that. I’m going to put you in chastity first and foremost until
you learn to be a man. Then, I’m going to have you work off that money
you lost as a houseboy to one of our more…esteemed clients. He has a
huge house, and always needs lots of help. Oh, and he needs waiters too
for his, you know, parties.” I smirk. “Might even see me there. Wouldn’t
that be funny?”
“I don’t-”
“Quiet. If my boss wasn’t so angry at
me right now I’d fuck you and put you right in your place, but he’ll be
mad if I send damage goods off. So I’m just gonna have to strap you a
bit, right on your lily white ass.”
“Please no!””
I scoff. “You
need to learn to take your punishment boy. Selling you will fix the
problem you caused. Giving you a red ass fixes your bad decision making
skills. And don’t worry, I won’t leave any marks. I’m very good at this.
I was taught well. Now…turn around. Sooner you obey, the sooner it
gets done, and we can move onto my favorite part – the chastity cage
fittings.”
The young man pleaded a soft “please no”.

“CUT!”
“How was that, Bob?” I ask.
“Fantastic! Very natural! Do you guys need a moment or can we keep going?”
“I could use some water,” Arthur requested.
A PA rushed up to hydrate him. I took a swig out of my own bottle. “I can keep going.”
Bob looked at Arthur. “You good?”
“Yeah,”
Arthur said. “Let’s move on to the strapping scene, I’ve been looking
forward to this all week. Also, it’s almost noon already. I want to get
to the milking and fitting scene as fast as possible so we don’t have to
use artificial lights.”
Bob nodded. I flipped Arthur around and rubbed some oil into his butt, then signaled Bob I was good to go.
“Alright, Drug Runner Domesticated, scene 3, take 1….ACTION!”

I grinned. “Alright, boy. I want to hear you count.” Then I raised my arm and gave Arthur what he wanted. God, I loved my job.

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Showing him that I care about about him. 

Your dad never did this to you, your teachers never did this to you, and your last boyfriend never did this to you – all the men in your life have failed you, boy. You’re completely out of control and ill-behaved. Lucky for you, you still have 75% of your life left, so there is hope for you yet. It’s up to you how much of that time is filled with me spanking you. Right now, that’s a lot of time. I can’t remember when your butt wasn’t pink! But it’ll get better. I have faith in you. I trust you. I love you, and care about you.

You can start impressing me by taking it like a man. Now count out loud.”

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Joseph came home from his job as a broker to find discipline needing to be issued. Blake had greeted him kneeling at the door, offering up the broken pieces of a nice Pyrex ceramic baking dish. Joseph hated to see the shame on his face. He gave Blake a kiss hello, then instructed him to remove his pants and bend over his knee as he sat down on the sofa. Blake was older than Joseph, but he absolutely worshiped Joseph as the more alpha male of the household. He did exactly as he told, eager to prove he was strong enough to handle it. Blake had been working on hard on being a stoic boy during spankings. He was usually so embarrassed by how silly he sounded whining and squeaking with every swat, kicking his legs like a kid learning how to swim.

Blake put one hand behind his back as a symbol of submission, but Joseph interpreted it another way. He grasped his boy’s hand. Blake was surprised to feel his Master’s touch, but seized it up with a big squeeze back. Even though Blake couldn’t see it, Joseph smiled.

“Twenty,” Joseph said gently. He felt his boy sigh under him.
“I’ll take them.”
“I know.” Joseph raised an open hand and delivered twenty, evenly spaced and relentless swats to his boy’s soft rump. What a nice way to unwind from work.

By 10, Blake was gripping Joseph’s hand hard; by 12 he was tensing and quivering with every swat, punctuated by tiny yelps. By 17, he was sucking air through his teeth and he was kicking a little. By 20, he was staring at the floor through teary eyes and trying so hard to fight the urge to squirm away.

“There we go,” Joseph said, “All done. You took your punishment well, boy.” He pulled Blake up. “Your bottom is a nice shade of red. Looks fitting on you.”
Blake sniffled and raised his arms, Joseph pulled his boy towards him, let him wrap those arms around his neck. It turned Joseph on immensely feeling that hot skin pressed upon his thighs through the thin fabric of his slacks. Now wasn’t the time for sex though. Joseph embraced his boy and rocked him, nuzzling him, until most of the discomfort had ebbed away.

“I’m sorry I broke your baking dish,” Blake said, his eyelashes still damp.
Joseph kissed him on the lips. “It’s alright. It was an accident, and it’s replaceable.”
Blake look relieved. “I’ll be more careful in the future. I was rushing to put the dishes away when they were still a bit wet.”
“Haste makes waste.” Joseph said.
Blake thought about it, then nodded, impressed by Joseph’s wisdom. “That’s a good lesson Sir. If…if I’m forgiven, may I take off your shoes, kiss your feet perhaps?”
Joseph raised an eyebrow. “How about you bring me my cotton pants and a loose T-shirt, and you can undress all of me and kiss my feet?”

Blake’s face lit up. “I’d love to Sir. Permission to fetch those items?”
“Permission given.”
Joseph watched him bounce off, admiring his glowing ass. He was really such a good boy. He wondered how he got so lucky as to find him. Joseph might be an underling at the office, but at home he lived like a King. He imagined some real Kings would probably be jealous.

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“I’m going to the gym, boy. I want dinner cooking when I get back.”
“Yes sir.”
“Use lots of butter on the potatoes, and make sure not to put in any cilantro onto the roast because Tom hates that stuff.”
“Yes sir.”
“And don’t you dare burn the meat, it was an expensive cut.”
“Yes sir.”
“Glad you don’t have a hearing problem. Oh and wear your plug, I’m gonna be horny when I get back. I expect Josh will want to fuck you too.”
“Yes sir.”
“Glad we’re on the same page. Bye, fag!”

I wait until he goes before letting out the sigh. Bruce is the most aggressive alpha of the group and he makes me nervous. He’s a spoiled rich kid. When he gets angry, he gets rough, so I try not to upset him much. I don’t want to upset anyone or ruin my situation. All through high school I wanted to join a frat in college, but it was just too much for my parents to afford. I could barely afford tuition! Luckily, I was able to talk to the fraternity organizer and he helped me find a house that was willing to work with me. I wasn’t a pledge, I was something better. Still, they had some strange rules – I was not allowed to wear clothing. I had to do the cooking, and the cleaning, on top of my homework. 
It was a lot of hard work, but the pay off was great though. I got to live here for free, earn a monthly stipend, and mingle with the sons of wealthy families. This, in theory, would help me get a job in finance after I graduated.

Tom was one of the quieter boys here. A literature major. He was the first one I offered sexual services too, and soon others began to ask about blowjobs and handjobs. It quickly escalated to sex. I was nervous for a while, but they were all pretty gentle with me. Felt pretty good actually knowing I was appealing that way. However, nothing went on in this frat that Bruce didn’t know about it, and Bruce wasted no time in claiming my ass too. He just left me sore, but I put up with him anyway. He had a small, crooked dick. No doubt couldn’t satisfy his girlfriend at all. Might be why he was always so cranky.

I pulled some ingredients out of the fridge, thinking about sex. Josh had a nice cock though. I wouldn’t mind if he came home before Bruce and fucked me. He always liked my cooking too. I turned on the oven and opened the butcher paper wrapped around the meat. It was nice to serve these men here. I think more than any of my classes, it’s training me for work in a corporate environment where there’s always something higher ranked than you. I wasn’t content being on the bottom though. I was going to the boss of one of these boys one day. I just hoped it was Bruce. I smirked. I could just see it now, the look on his face, when he found out a submissive was going to be his boss. Ha!

Wait, was I forgetting something? Oh yeah, gotta put in my plug before I start.

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Text is fictional. This is Brady Jensen and Lance Alexander.