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RJ studied the beautiful cinnamon rolls his houseboy made, impressed with the golden brown and the perfect scent. It was impossible, however, to ignore the fact that the frosting looked a lot like something else. And there was more than normal.
“Morris?”
“Yes Sir?”
“How horny are you right now?”
Morris shot him a look. “Gosh golly, I don’t know, I haven’t had access to my cock for a week, what makes you think I’m horny?”
“You told me you really weren’t that horny.”
Morris scoffed.
“Oh I get what’s happening.” RJ folded his arms and grinned. “You’ve been trying to hide it. You don’t want me to know how horny you are.”
“That is totally not what is happening.” Morris made a sweeping gesture with his hand.
“You made a whole deal that chastity was noooooooo big deal, that anyone could do it. You were making fun of Sam on the ride home, how utterly fucking horny and needy he was. You’re afraid you’re going to end up like that.”
“Pppffttt, that. That is lies, that’s what that is.” Morris busied himself with the dishes.
“Your dildo was moved recently. You’ve been using it on yourself when I’m not around aren’t you?”
Morris blushed. “I moved it for cleaning.”
“Cause you used it.”
“No! I’m fine.”
“You can’t expect me to believe that you’re not horny at all,” RJ replied.
“I never said I wasn’t. It’s just like, garden variety. I’m not all desperate and slutty like Sam was,” Morris clarified.
“So what if you were? I think it’d be pretty hot.”
“Well you can go fuck Sam then.”
RJ grinned. “My, you are bitchy. This chastity experiment is fun.”
“Fun for you maybe.” Morris grumbled.

RJ reached over and turned off the water.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“Fucking you.” RJ untied his houseboy’s sweatpants and let them drop.
“Hey!”
RJ prevented Morris from picking them up and put his hands on the counter. He pulled Morri’s hips backwards to make his ass stick out. With a quick motion, he undid his own pants and freed his cock. There was no time to hunt for lube, so kitchen oils had to do.

Ignoring Morris’s protests, RJ got himself into position and took his boy right against the counter. The noises were more beautiful than Christmas bells. Morris’s body was kinetic in his hands, pushing back against RJ, moving with RJ, all taut and electric. He begged for it harder, deeper. Morris’s head drooped and vowels poured from his throat with each deep thrust.

The sound of the lock bouncing off the sleeve of the chastity cage drove RJ nuts. The orgasm hit him so hard he saw black spots in his vision, and his fingers would leave red marks on RJ’s hips for two days after.

As the rush left him, RJ began to feel a bit of sympathy for his pent up houseboy who was brimming with lust. He stroked Morris’s balls and the base of his shaft until milk flowed and dripped on the floor. The moaning only excited RJ again, and he fucked his houseboy a second time. Afterwards? Morris was cooled down with frozen peas and the sweatpants went back on, only this time he was properly plugged so he could finish his cleaning without making another mess. He would learn that this is what sex meant for him now.

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You can only tell your boy so many times that the reason he’s frustrated during sex is because he keeps jerking off like a madman and cumming before you get halfway finished, and that’s why your cock stops feeling like magic inside of him. You were starting to feel like a broken record scolding him for masturbating, cause he never stops once he starts, and frankly you weren’t particularly keen on bringing shouting matches into your lovemaking.

So you told your boy to “just humor you this once” by not jerking at all, and instead, to just hold his cock and balls out of the way so he can focus on the slow build of toward ecstasy as you work his hole and prostate. He has to give you time to create that magic, dammit. It takes time to make that smile appear on this face.

He has absolutely no idea you’re planning to lock his cock up after this nonsense, but you can’t jump to that point without ending up in a shouting match either. It takes time. Eventually he’ll arrive at the same conclusion as you, that sex will just be better if he keeps his hands off his cock. And once you agree on that logical train of thought, that’s when you’ll bring in the sleeve and the lock. He won’t have much ground to stand on in terms of protesting, and if he pushes back…well, you’ll ask him to “just humor you this once”. Of course, it won’t entirely be a suggestion. Daddy always knows what‘s best for his boy.

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KC cracked his gum and grinned. “Like what you see huh?”
The guy sitting across from him turned red and squirmed. “Like you don’t want people to look. On a public train of all things.”
“I got a big dick, it’s not like I can hide it. But come on, kinda hypocritical aren’t we? Your bulge tells it’s own story. Looks like a metal sleeve to me.” KC’s grin shifted to a smirk.
“Fuck, you can tell?” he whined. He folded his hands over his lap.
KC snorted. “I mean, yeah, but only cause I know what I’m lookin for. And you’re wearing some tight ass jeans. Balls must be feelin kinda tight in there huh? When’s the last time someone let you cum?”
“That’s none of your business.” The guy snapped. He glanced around the train nervously, but this early in the morning there wasn’t many people on – and not at this end of the car. 
“Actually, it is my business.” KC cracked his gum again. “Cause I wanna know if you woke up desperately horny this morning and climbed onto someone’s lap. Wanna know if someone put a load up you this morning, and if there’s room for mine. You wet back there?
The guy’s face darkened a shade and swallowed. Under his palm, he felt the jeans turn damp. “Fuck,” he muttered.
KC chuckled. “Guess not. You’d love a fuck wouldn’t you? I bet you’re still super horny from when you woke up huh?”
“Y-yeah…” he admitted. “But I’m always horny. I assume you assumed that.”
“I did. Pretty hot. Are you wearing a plug this morning? Wait no. Don’t tell me. I wanna find out. Let’s get off on Ellen Street. There’s a bathroom at that station, and this early, it’ll be clean. Would love to put my morning load up you.”
“Fuck, I hate how slutty it makes me sound to agree to that, but I’m so horny I feel like sitting on a washing machine would set me off. Can’t take my eyes off that cock of yours…would feel so good up my hole…”
“Have you ever cum from being fucked?”
The young man shook his head. “One of these days. I get so close and then it just slips away. It’s so maddening.”
“Hot.” KC groaned. “I don’t have the time to handle a locked boy, but I’m jealous of who ever handles you. Surprised he doesn’t want your ass first thing in the morning.”
“We don’t-”

We are approaching St. Rufford Square. Next stop, St. Rufford Square. Exit will be on the left. 

The young man started again. “We don’t live together, yet. His lease isn’t up.”
“Guess you just have to wait for him to have time to over and milk you.” KC licked his lower lip. “Also hot. Well, I’m here and I got a load-” 

The train stopped at St. Rufford Square.  People came on. The conversation halted. But KC was still smirking at the guy across the aisle. At Ellen Street, they silently got off the train together.

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Glen crossed a chore off the list. He puffed out his cheeks. He walked around the room. He looked at the portraits and art on the wall. He paced around. He did some stretches and some squats. Glen sat in an arm chair. He stared out into the room. He puffed out his cheeks again. “Yeah, no.” 

Glen got up and picked up his phone. He dialed a number. “Hey Sam. Yeah. I can’t. I can’t do this. I’m too horny to do anything. Where’s the key?”
Sam began to chuckle. “Cracked huh.”
“Where is it.” Glen whimpered.
“Are you in physical pain or feel any numbness?”
“Uh. No.”
“You’re fine.” Sam replied. “Did you get anything done today?”
“Yeah. Most. Just too distracted to do the rest.”
“I told you this would be a learning process. This part is mind over matter. I’ll be home in a couple hours. Get your work done.”
“But – but you said I could get unlocked from this chastity thing if I wanted!”
“Well, yes. If you are demanding it, I won’t deny you the location of the key. But I sense you will regret this. You’re having a moment of weakness. You told me you were a tough guy, you could get past this. You just want to jerk off, but nothing bad will happen if you don’t, except I think you’ll feel disappointed at yourself when you’re done. Mind over matter, Glen. You can make it until I get home, then we’ll have some fun ok?”
Glen paced around the apartment. “But how can I get anything done when I’m this horny now?”
“Sit on a bag of peas. Or you know, you could get brave and play with that toy I got you.”
“That is never going to fit up me,” Glen insisted.
Sam snorted. “It’s almost the same size as me hard. You know that right?”
“No way. That’s no true.”
“It is, that’s why I bought it, you silly boy. Well, even if it scares you, sit on some peas or take a cold shower and cool off. Funnel those hormones into something productive ok?”
“You really think I can do this?”
“What? Yes, Glen. I do. I have to go. You’ll be ok.”
Glen sighed. “Fine. Until you get home. Love you.”
“Love you, bye.”
“Bye.”

Glen hung up the phone. HIs cock was pulsing in the steel prison. “How in the fuck did he talk me out of that? Goddammit, there better be peas in his fridge.” Glen stomped over to the kitchen and pulled open the freezer door. “Well, at least there’s peas and – oooo Fudgesicles!”

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“Take your time, catch your breath.”
“I hate this stupid chastity cage. I don’t want to wait another week. I’m ready to do this now.”
“You were probably ready to go last week. I mean, you’re at the top of your game. You’re one of the top in the sport-”
“I am the top. In this region, anyway. Will be East Coast champ soon enough.”
I smile. “Yes. I am confident of that you will be. Your training and patience will pay off. And you know you need the hormones. The release once you win will be extasy. It’s worth the wait.”

Tom punches the bag hard. The muscles in his arm bulge. “Just a week seems like an eternity.”

I step behind him and massage his shoulders, although they’re slick with sweat, trying to get him to release some of the tension. “You’ll feel better after we have sex tonight. You always leak a lot overnight, and if you don’t, we can try some tactics to help you drain a little more if you need it.”
He exhales. “Yeah, that would probably help. Feeling a little sore from how full my balls are.”
“Oh the problems of a virile young man and his big swingin’ nuts.”
He chuffs out his noise. “I am a brute aren’t I?’
“You’re an athlete,” I correct. “A refined and talented athlete. Wrestling is a classic human sport isn’t it? Perhaps the purest there is. No other sport so elegantly shows off the full capacity of the body.”
“There is something about wrestling naked,” Tom says almost to himself. “Something primitivize and amazing.”
“I wish you could see yourself wrestle. You look beautiful. You know, people come up to me the entire night and tell me what a specimen you are. Sometimes I think if I told them to buy you, they actually would.”
That makes him laugh. “Sold like a show pony?”
“Well, sports players are traded aren’t they?” I lean into his ear. “Imagine if all the wrestlers in this league were owned by their trainers….traded like a commodity, housed like dogs, inspected like horses.  You’d just be muscular sex machines for us to use for sport and fuck for our entertainment.”
“Oh shit,” he replies in a husky voice. 
“Your cock enslaved to me as much as your body.”
Tom pushes his ass back against me; I can feel him trembling. “Oh, you’re – you’re getting hard.”
“You make me hard,” I murmur.” I pull his body against mine.
“Can we just – like, right here?” Tom pleads. 
“Take your gloves off, I can fuck you over the wrestling bench.”
“Fuck, that’s a good idea.” Tom sheds his gloves and his shorts. He’s been leaking and his thighs are glistening. Nearly causes me to blow my load. 
“That’s it stud, right there. Oh hell yeah.” I pick up the oil I use to make his skin shiny. “Gonna give you the relief we both need right now.”
“Just – gah.” Tom curses. “Don’t make me cum. Just leak. Need the hormones to fight better.” He bends over the bench and puts his hands on it, ass out.
“That, Tom. That is the attitude of a winner. And winners get cock.” I toss my shorts aside and stride over to take his hole and fill it with my seed.

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“Look at your bulge. Such a nice bulge…damn, your cock is so perfect for your body size.”
“Thank you, Ryan, I appreciate that.”
“Mmn. Can I touch it?” Ryan pulled at the waistband of his shorts.
“Yeah you can.”
Ryan slid his hands down Mark’s underwear. He moaned as skin and skin made contact. “This always gives me goosebumps. Your cock is so huge and long, and somehow it’s loose in here, untamed. Unrestrained. I don’t know how to manage it. Fuck, feeling it is making me so horny.”
“If you want to give lip service, get on your knees and do it properly, Ryan. Do it well, and I’ll help you squirt a little to relieve the pressure. But you won’t cum, remember.”
“No Sir. Not without permission,” Ryan said in a hurry.
“I need you nice and horny in lock up for when I need your ass.”
“Yes sir, of course. I love soothing your needs.”
“You’re such a good boy Ryan, you please me so much. Come kneel here, take your time with it.”
“Yes Mark! Thank you!” Ryan rushed to kneel before his boyfriend. He returned to rubbing the curved shape in Mark’s shorts. “Oh your bulge is getting hard now.” He nuzzled it with his cheek. “I love it so much,” he murmured. “It’s so erotic.”
Mark chuckled. “It loves you too. Come on, service it properly please.”
“Ah, sorry, yes Mark. I will. It’s just sooo distracting.”
“I think you’re going to need some time with a dildo after this.”
“A dildo would definitely make me squirt!”
“You think you can make yourself squirt, using a dildo on yourself?”
Ryan thought. “I don’t know, but I can squirt with your cock in me. So I should be able to.” Ryan bit his lower lip and pulled down Mark’s shorts. “Fuck, goddamn. So much to reveal. Can I use a dildo and service you at the same time?”
“You’re not quite ready to multi-task yet, you keep neglecting one task or another. One thing at a time, boy.”
“Yes Mark. Thank you, you always know best when my head is foggy!”
“That’s why I’m here, to look out for you, love.”
Ryan gazed up at Mark with adoration before returning to his task of serving Mark’s increasingly erect cock. Mark lovingly stroked his hair as he worked. Ryan was such a good pet.

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“Is he asleep?”
Royce nods. “He’ll be out for the night. I’m not far along behind him.” Royce rubs his face with his hand.
Devon smiles. “He will have sweet dreams. Did you lock him back up?”
“Nah. He’ll be soft for the next day or so anyway.  Time out to regain his shape will be good for his cock.”
Devon nods then sips his tea. “You did the same for me back then too. I remember my first hands free orgasm. I slept like a rock, but since all my muscles tensed up I was sore the next day.”
“I remember that too.” Royce smirks at him. “You were making so much noise, I thought you were in pain.”
“Well the cramping in my thighs did hurt, but the orgasm was better than it was painful. It was just a lot of sensation at once. Like all my nerves were firing at the same time.”
Royce adjusts the bathrobe over his nude body. “I’ll have to ask Toby if he felt that way tomorrow. The cramping, I mean.”
“Does it feel any different for you?” Devon asks.
“Does what feel different?”
“When you’re fucking a guy, and you give him an hands-free orgasm compared to one done with like touching or stimulation.”
“Well, every guy feels different, just in general. The way their body grips me, the way they respond to me, every boy is different.” Royce walks up to Devon and takes the cup from his hands. “But it is a little different when they have a powerful orgasm like that. It’s like having a live wire in my hands. You have to be able to push in deep against their prostate and keep it there, and sometimes it’s hard to hold position. Especially when I’m distracted by their pretty noises and the reflection of their cock spurting in the mirror.” He makes sure to lock eyes with Devon as takes a sip of tea from the mug before handing it back.

Devon smiles shyly. “You notice all that? I remember your eyes being closed.”
“Cause you weren’t watching me when you were coming. You only turned to look at me after the climax had broken,” Royce points out.
“Ahh. True.”

Devon taps his fingers on the side of the mug. “So…are you going to keep seeing him?”
The corner of Royce’s mouth lifts. “Are you jealous, pet?”
“Pfftt. No.”
“Well don’t be. He was a project. You brought him to me so I could show him what I showed you right?”
“Yeah, I wanted him to know what chastity and orgasms were like with it. He was curious. I honestly don’t think he’d ever had a decent orgasm in his life before this.”
Royce puts a hand on Devon’s thigh and leans over to kiss him. “I’m flattered you wanted to share that. I respect you trusting me, and I wouldn’t do anything so crass as toss you aside afterwards. Toby has been shown what he wants to be shown. He’s ready to be cut loose now that he’s had his…his…”
“Education?” Devon prompts.
“Yes. That.”
“But what if he wants to stick around? Be locked up again?”
“I’ll find him a suitable man to take care of him. But juggling both of your needs was a lot of work. You’re a handful enough, Devon.”
Devon chuffs air through his nose and sets the mug on the nightstand. “Thank you. You managed it gracefully though.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Royce yawns. “Fuck, I’m tired. I’m tired, my dick’s tired, my brain’s tired. Let’s go to bed.”
“Yeah, bed sounds nice. You know, I was just thinking, I am glad you didn’t fuck him in our bed tonight. Cause I would be jealous. And I’d be jealous if I had to share our bed with someone else. That bed is for us.” 
“Oh? You want me for yourself, pet?” Royce teases.
“At the end of the day? Yes. I love feeling you pressed up against my backside in the morning. Would be weird if someone else is there. Toby’s fun, but it’s not his cock I want to feel straining against my body, you know?”
Royce raises an eyebrow. “Fuck that’s, sexy.” He gives his own balls a jostle. “Wish there was anything left in here, cause you would be getting it right now.”

Devon grins. “I thought you were tired.”
“I am,” Royce laments. “It’s a shame. I owe you a fuck.”
“Mn. That’ll be nice to claim when I’m like ten days into lock up and stupid horny and you tell me to go play with my toys.”
“You make it sound like I’m mean to you.”
Devon laughs. “No. You never are. It’s the right thing to tell me. But you know, I’m spoiled. I want you all the time. I’m a demanding, jealous, needy boy.”
Royce pulls the sheets down. He’s smiling. “As I said, you are a handful. Come on you demanding, jealous, needy boy. I need something to cuddle.”
Devon finishes his tea and climbs into bed. “You want to take my underwear off?”
Royce groans. “Do I ever!”

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When he tells you kneel in front of him, naked, and baring your chastity cage, he savors a moment in gazing down at you until you’re thoroughly in the headspace of submission. When he undoes his belt and unzips his pants, without breaking eye contact with you, an electric current of fear, intimidation, and excitement courses through you. Your cock throbs between your legs. You don’t know what’s about to happen, but you have a feeling you’re going to be desperate to serve and please him to earn his cock. You hope he’s a bit rough in the process. 

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Angel leaned his head against the wall. He’d snuck off for a moment to catch his breath. The afternoon had peaked and sun was on its way down, which meant the heat of the day had finally broken. Angel loved when Sir threw pool parties and being a perfect host, but he was worn out! So many men to check on, cocks to stroke, so many drinks to refill, trash to empty, and snacks to refresh that he hadn’t even been in the pool. Of course, everyone had their hands all over him and his ass, which normally Angel loved. He was an attention whore, and he knew it. But this experiment with staying locked in chastity longer wasn’t working, and he just felt frustrated and sore and sweaty in the most uncomfortable way. He’d have to talk to Sir about it after everyone left.

Angel heard footsteps and raised his head. “Ah, Sir.” He stood in first position, hands behind his back.
“At ease love. What are you doing over here?”
“Taking a breather Sir.”
“Are you alright? Here drink this, I made you a drink with some of that electrolyte powder you keep for club nights.”
Angel looked relieved. “Thank you so much Sir.” He took it and sipped it. “Oh I needed this.”
Master Dameon looked pleased. A smile pushed his mustache up and crinkled the fine lines around his eyes. “Here. Let’s go inside where it’s cool and you can sit down. You’ve worked really hard today. I’m proud of you.” Master Dameon put an arm around Angel and walked him through the side door into the house.
Angel blushed. “I wanted to make you proud Sir.”
“You did great. All the guys rave about you.”
Angel turned red. “I’m flattered, Sir. It’s because you trained me well.”
“Don’t give me all the credit, I couldn’t do anything without your natural talents and extroverted personality. How is your chastity device feeling?”
“Sore. It’s not working, Sir,” Angel admitted softly. He sipped and set the glass down on the kitchen counter. “I think I’ve been in too long. I know we were a little bored with our previous schedule, but this change isn’t working. I feel so uncomfortable and full. Just achy.”
Sir cupped Angel’s face in both hands, forcing Angel to look at him. “Thank you for letting me know. I’m sorry you’re uncomfortable. Do you need to be unlocked now? Or can you wait until everyone leaves and I can spoil you with some release?”
Angel perked up. “Oh, I’d like to be spoiled Sir.”
Master Dameon kissed him. “Then you’ll be spoiled. Sit here for a few minutes and finish drinking the electrolytes. I’ll finish up the party, you can either stay in here or have a dip in the pool.”
“Thank you Sir.” They exchanged another kiss.

Master Dameon walked outside to check on his guests. Two of them were making out on one of his chaise lounge chairs. The others were hanging out in chairs in the shade, some watching them, some talking amongst themselves and snacking on things. One named Adam came up to Dameon.
“Well, it looks like you’re gonna have some stains to get out of that lounge chair.”
Dameon glanced at the couple. “Well. They’ve had some tension for a while, so it’s nice they’ve cut through that. Angel or I can power wash it later.”
Adam nodded. “Where did Angel get off too? Is he ok?”
“Yeah he just needed a break. He was a bit dehydrated.”
“He was working hard today. Like a hummingbird.”
Dameon stroked his moustache. “He loves parties, but sometimes he forgets to check on himself. So I check on him.”
Adam nibbled on a chip. “You know, we were talkin’ about how your ability to know what’s going on with Angel is uncanny. It’s like you have a psychic connection with him.”
It was Dameon’s turn to blush. “He shows his feelings easily.”
“No, you two just have a bond. It’s a beautiful thing.”
“Thank you Adam. That means a lot.”
“It’s true. You can tell, because you have him strutting out wearing basically string with that gorgeous body on display, but there’s no question he’s not up for grabs.”

As if on cue, Angel walked out of the kitchen. Dameon and Adam looked up at the beautiful sight of a tanned young man wearing only a shiny metal sleeve around his shaft. His balls were full and pink. Angel threw his speedo at Dameon that was balled up in his hand. Dameon caught it. Angel smirked and dove into the pool.
“Woah,” Adam muttered. “That is a power bottom.”
Dameon took a minute to speak and watched Angel do laps. “I am going to do very dirty things to him as soon as everyone leaves,” he said in a low voice.
Adam chuckled. “Well, I guess we should leave.” They were interrupted by a keen from the other side of the pool where the couple making out had been rocking together. Adam raised a finger. “Ok now, the party is over.”

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“And this clicks in here and done!” Rodrick gestured.
“Huh. It’s looks so snug, but it’s a lotta metal though,” Matthew said.
“Yeah. It’s not a chastity device, it’s not supposed to be subtle under clothes. It works well as a uniform for events like this. But it also serves a purpose. Doesn’t it boy?” Rodrick asked.
“Yes Sir.”
“Tell Master Matthew what the purpose is.”
“To help me behave Sir.” The sub says.
“Exactly right. Good boy.”
Rodrick’s boy looked pleased with himself. Rodrick looked at Matthew. “My lad here is unable to keep his hands off his cock at events like this. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. If he’s naked, he’s fiddling with it. Especially if he’s hard.”
“Did you try and train him out of it?”
“I did, but it’s so subconscious we weren’t able to do. And he was getting miserable trying to stop himself. But this nice belt really solves all problems. And looks hot.”
Matthew nods. “It will stop others from touching him too.”
“Also that. Unfortunately it also stops me from touching it when I want but, luckily, that ass has full access!” Rodrick gave it a slap for emphasis.
“Oh indeed yes. You can make him go insane with arousal and he’s just trapped in that metal device, straining and leaking. It’s very sexy. I get the appeal.”
Rodrick nodded. “Now at events, he’s actively participating even if he’s just standing there.”
Matthew made a ‘mmm’ noise in his throat. “Quite nice.”

After a moment of contemplation, Rodrick looked at Matthew. “You’re being very polite, but I know you want to fuck him tonight.”
Matthew laughed. “Guilty.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t forget.” 
Rodrick turned to his sub. “You’ll take Sir Matthew’s cock and love it won’t you boy?”
“Yes sir!”
“Good boy.” Rodrick gave him a kiss on the lips. “I have no doubt you’ll show off all that training that did stick.”

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