CABIN WEEKEND, Part 6 - Trent's Punishment

Paul and Jake and I walked outside and down the porch steps. To the right was the driveway and a picnic table where the adults had gathered. My aunt was serving everyone coffee and slicing up some kind of pound cake. Off to the left was a large old tree with a tire swing, and on that part of the front of the house was the hose. Jake ran over to it and turned it on and pointed the nozzle upward so that the water rained down on him.

It was awfully hot, and I slipped off my shirt. "Uncle Robert" I said, "can Paul stay a while and show us some of the things he was talking about at that ranch?"

"I take it you were given permission to call Mr. Keegan 'Paul?'" said my uncle.

I looked uneasily at Mr. Keegan, but he said, "Sure. Everyone just calls me Paul, sir. 'Mr. Keegan' is my dad." I laughed nervously.

"All right" said my uncle. "As long as Paul doesn't mind."

"Oh, God!" said Nichole. "That's it, I'm leaving!" and she got up from the table in a huff.

"Sit down, Nichole" said my uncle quietly. "Unless you want to make things a whole lot worse for Trent."

"HOW could they get any worse?" she said sarcastically.

My uncle looked Paul up and down, then looked at me, then turned back to Nichole and said ominously, "I can think of several ways." Nichole brushed a single tear out of her eye, but stood standing defiantly between the picnic table and the house.

"He's not even my boyfriend anymore, okay?" she said. "Isn't that what you want?"

"No," said my uncle, "that's not 'what I want' but I'm glad to hear it anyway. What the hell were you thinking going out with a BOY?" Her nostrils flared, but she didn't say anything. "Just have a seat over there, miss. Part of the reason Trent's getting so much is because he's taking your punishment as well. So you can just sit there and watch it happen."

Trent came out on the porch then, dragging the metal tub behind him. He looked miserably over at the adults, then at me and Paul. "Over there by the hose" I said. He dragged the tub down the stairs and it banged loudly on each step causing the adults to glance over at him.

As he dragged the tub across the yard Jake sprayed him with the water and he yelled, "Hey! Quit it!" but Jake said, "You gotta do what I say."

"Spraying water up my nose isn't ordering me around, dumb ass!" yelled Trent.

My uncle looked at me angrily with an expression that said, "do something" and then returned his attention to Mr. Carter who had been talking to him.

"Well," said Jake, thinking. "I order you to stand still" he said, grinning, and then soaked Trent from head to toe with the hose. He giggled happily, and then concentrated the hose on Trent's face, making him sputter and cough.

"All right, Jake" I said. Trent wiped his eyes clear and half threw the tub over to the water faucet. "Trent," I said. "You watch your language from now on. Any more cuss words and you get the switch buck naked, got it?"

He looked over at me and said, "Yeah, whatever."

"Whoa!" said Paul. "Somebody needs to have his attitude adjusted."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out Trent's pocketknife. I wiggled it back and forth in my hand, and Trent slouched in exasperation. I hooked my finger at him in a "come here" gesture and he sulked over to me. Grabbing the knife he said, "Oh, Christ" as he noticed that his underwear had become pretty much see-through with all the water.

"Come here, Trent" said Paul whose back was to the picnic table. Trent obeyed and Paul said, "Put your hands on top of your head and keep them there." Again, he did as he was told. Paul reached forward and gently grabbed the outline of Trent's dick with two fingers. Trent gasped and started to bend forward, but Paul said, "Hold still."

He gently pulled and rubbed Trent's dick through his underwear until Trent was half hard. His dick was clearly outlined in the wet white underwear, and Trent was breathing shallowly through flared nostrils. When the front of his underwear began to actually stick outward Paul said, "Now go cut a switch. Right over there" he said, pointing to the very same bush that I had had to cut my switch from. Now, though, there were a bunch of people sitting next to it at the picnic table instead of watching from the distance of the porch.

Blushing from head to toe, Trent walked across the yard and cut the switch. The adults ignored him, though they certainly noticed him. He turned his back to all of us as he started stripping off the little twigs with the knife. His butt cheeks and crack were clearly visible through his underwear. "Are we going to shave him?" I asked Paul.

"I don't think your uncle would go for it" he said.

"He threatened to yesterday when he was teaching me how to switch Trent" I said, thinking back to the gross-out view I had gotten of Trent's hairy crack and balls hanging in front of me.

"Well then maybe" said Paul.

Trent walked back over to us with the switch and, glaring at me, held it out in his right hand.

"You say, 'please discipline me, sir.'" I said, and my dick actually started to get hard. I didn't want that. I was afraid of everyone seeing, but all eyes were on Trent.

Trent gritted his teeth and said, "Please discipline me, sir."

I took the switch from him and said loud enough for Nichole to hear, "What does your mom make you say when she spanks you, Trent?"

He turned his head in the opposite direction of the picnic table where Nichole sat and said, "Nothing, all right?"

"I think it's time you learned punishment the Madera Ranch way, Trent" said Paul, taking the switch from me. "Step over there to the tub." We all walked together over to the faucet side of the house, which was partially out of view of the table. I could see my uncle and Mrs. Carter, but not my aunt or Nichole or Mr. Carter. They weren't looking in our direction anyway.

"Step out of those shorts, mister, and put your hands on top of your head" said Paul. Now my dick was definitely hard, but I reached down slowly and adjusted it in my pants so that no one could really tell. Trent was breathing shallowly through his mouth now, but he did as he was told and dropped his shorts in the dirt and put his hands on top of his head. "Put your legs farther apart" said Paul, and Trent did. His dick was still half hard, and it flopped around stupidly as Trent widened his stance. I have to admit it was a major turn on to see him standing there like that, completely and utterly exposed.

Paul stepped behind Trent and I heard the switch WOOSH! through the air. A moment later Trent grunted loudly. Again there was a WOOSH! and Trent grunted again. A third WOOSH! and Trent's arms shook violently as he struggled to keep his hands on top of his head. A single tear rolled down each cheek. Paul patted Trent's butt and said, "You say 'thank you, sir.'"

"Thank you, sir!" said Trent loudly, and the tears flowed freely now. "Put your underwear back on" said Paul. Trent reached down and picked up the wet dirt/leaf/mud mess that was his underwear and pulled it on.

"I think we should shave him bare" said Paul.

"You guys" whispered Trent, "please?"

"What do you think, Jake?" I asked, and Trent rolled his eyes to look upward at nothing.

Jake shrugged. "I don't have any. Big deal."

"Yeah," I said, looking at Trent. "Big deal."

"Why don't you go get some razors and a bar of soap, Mr. Trent." said Paul.

Trent hung his head low, and after just a moment's pause started walking to the house. Just as he reached the stairs a car drove up and I could see the Carter boys (Dean, 17 and Michael 15) sitting up front waiving to all of us. Trent froze at the bottom of the stairs and his chest started to heave up and down as the Carter boys and three of their friends got out of the car. The other boys all looked to be Michael's age or younger.

Trent ran over to my uncle at the picnic table, and Paul and Jake and I walked over to greet the newcomers. "Trent -- " I started, but he ignored me and said, "Mr. Ellis?" His voice was high-pitched and panicked.

My uncle stood up as the Carters and their friends walked up to the table. Only one of the younger boys was wearing a shirt, and all were in cutoffs or swimming trunks. Trent put his hand on my uncle's arm. "Mr. Ellis?" said Trent again, but my uncle ignored him for the moment and said, "What brings you boys here?"

"We wanted to go to the lake" said Dean, the oldest, "and we figured you'd all be here. Can we, dad?" he said, looking at Mr. Carter.

"Maybe we should stay here a while" said Michael, eyeing Trent.

"Yes, you can go" said Mr. Carter. He looked at one of the younger boys and said, "You asked your mom this time, Billy?" who ducked his head, embarrassed, and said, "Yes, sir."

Dean looked over at Trent and said, "Thanks." There was an uncomfortable silence as everyone stood around not sitting, not leaving, not saying anything. Trent tugged at my uncle's arm and said, again, "Mr. Ellis? Sir?"

My uncle finally turned to face him and Trent put his right hand up on my uncle's large left bicep and started to shake. "Mr. Ellis," he said. "I've learned my lesson, sir." He was struggling not to cry in front of everyone, I could tell, and he did look awfully stupid standing there in his wet mud streaked underwear and nothing else. Trent continued, "I really have, sir, really. Please," he said, and now the tears started to flow down his cheeks. "I've learned, sir. Please make it stop now. I know I've been bad. I know I was really, really, bad, but I've learned my lesson, sir. I really have" his voice caught in his throat and he looked up pleadingly at my uncle.

My uncle took a deep breath and reached up with his right hand and grabbed Trent gently by the ear. "Awful, isn't it, Trent?" he said, quietly.

Trent barely managed to squeak out, "I really have learned my lesson, sir."

My uncle nodded his head looking Trent up and down. He gently massaged Trent's ear and said, "Maybe we can shorten your punishment through the end of tomorrow" said my uncle.

Trent looked at the ground and squeezed his eyes shut. More tears dropped and splatted on the ground at his feet. My uncle stroked the back of Trent's head and said, "Do you have an idea now of how Matthew felt when you were switching him at the car in front of everyone?" Trent shook his head up and down, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, and cried harder. "Do you realize he didn't have anyone to come to and ask for help?" Again Trent shook his head violently up and down.

"All right, then" said my uncle. "Come on" he said, very gently "slapping" Trent's cheek. "Come on, tough up." Trent stood up straight, his lips tightly pursed, and he swallowed hard as my uncle ran a single finger through the leg part of Trent's underwear, pulling out leaves and twigs and tossing them to the ground. Trent reached up and put both hands on my uncle's arms, as though he needed help standing.

My uncle put his hands on Trent's sides and patted them hard, almost smacking him. Trent winced and my uncle said, "That's it. I want you to show me you can be a good boy, Trent. That means taking your punishment and, unfortunately, in your case taking Nichole's punishment as well." He patted Trent a couple of more times with just his right hand, and Trent looked longingly at the ground as though he wished it would just open and swallow him up.

Me, Paul, Jake and all the other boys made our way back over to the other side of the yard, leaving "the adults" at the picnic table. They could mostly see what was going on, depending on where we stood, though none of them seemed to pay us much attention. Trent followed the eight of us clumsily over to the swing, and Paul pointed to the house and said, "Razors and soap, Trent."

Trent stomped angrily across the yard and disappeared into the house. "Razors and soap?" asked one of Michael's friends.

"Trent's getting all his body hair shaved off" I said, and all their eyes widened.

"They're letting you do that?" asked Dean.

I grimaced and, looking at the ground said, "Do you remember the other day, Dean?" I didn't want to look him in the eye.

"Yeah" he said. "Yeah." Then he grabbed my shoulder and made me look at him. "I'm sorry" he said and reached out his hand. I shook it, embarrassed, and said, "s'okay."

Trent came back out of the house with a package of razors and a bar of soap and handed them to Paul. Paul took them and said, "Get those off and stand in the tub."

Trent walked over to the tub, pulled off his shorts, and stepped into the tub. Paul pulled his shirt off over his head and put it on the swing, and so did Michael's friend, making us all bare chested and Trent, well, bare everything.

"Look at me, Trent" said Paul, and Trent obeyed. He tossed him the soap, and said, "You need to bathe first." He reached down and picked up the hose and sprayed Trent with it up and down his front. The hose had a trigger head on it, so it could go on and off just by squeezing the handle. "Get to it" said Paul.

Trent began to soap himself up, looking down at the ground the whole time. "Don't look at the ground, Trent. Look at me or Matt." Trent's head snapped up and he locked eyes with Paul. "Let's go. Hurry up" said Paul. "Turn around." Trent obeyed and Paul sprayed his back with water.

All the boys were watching this with their mouths hanging open. All eyes were on Trent's stark naked body, waiting to see what he would be made to do next. He dropped his eyes again as he soaped up his dick and balls, and I said, "Don't forget your butt, Trent, remember?" I was suddenly thrown back to my own humiliating bath in the livingroom.

Trent looked up at me and I said, "Go on. Reach back there and wash." He did as he was told and Paul said, "All right. Hands on top of your head" and started to spray Trent down from head to toe when he obeyed.

"Turn around" said Paul. Again, Trent obeyed and Paul sprayed down his back and said, "Reach back and spread your butt cheeks, Trent." Trent's head dropped in shame, but he reached back and clumsily pulled his butt open. "Lean forward a little bit" said Paul. "That's it. Now pull 'em wider apart. I want you clean back there when I'm shaving you."

Trent did, exposing his asshole to us, and Paul sprayed the water directly on his hole. "Ah! Hah! Ah!" said Trent, and he shifted his weight uneasily from one foot to the other. Dean was smirking and some of the boys giggled.

"All right" said Paul. "Stand up and soap up your underarms." Trent did as instructed while Paul opened the package of disposable razors and took one out. He walked over to Trent and said, "Put your hands on top of your head and don't move." Trent stood perfectly still as Paul scraped the hair away from his armpits, occasionally raising the hose to spray off the blade or Trent's pit. He did Trent's left first, then his right, and soon was spraying the hose and wiping his hand across Trent's bare underarm.

"Wasn't too bad, right?" asked Paul.

"I guess not" said Trent. Paul reached back and smacked Trent's butt and said, "You say 'yes, sir' or 'no, sir.'"

"No, sir" said Trent.

"At a boy" said Paul. "Soap up a leg." Trent complied and soon one leg and then the other was completely smooth.

"Looks like a mannequin or something" said one of the younger boys.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking" said Dean. It was true. Trent's legs looked kind of fake somehow.

"All right, Trent" said Paul. "Soap it up."

Trent slouched and said, "Please don't. Please."

"You need the switch again, Trent?" I asked.

He looked over at me and said, "Come on, you guys. Please. Don't you think I've had enough?"

"Who thinks Trent's had enough?" I said, and no one raised their hand.

"Soap it up, Trent" said Paul again. Trent hung his head and complied.

"Hold VERY still" said Paul. He gently began to scrape away at Trent's pubes, and Trent whispered, "Please be careful. Please."

"Stop shaking, Trent" said Paul.

"I can't help it" he whined.

Paul reached back and patted his butt and said, "Come on. Relax. I'm not going to cut you." He had scraped away the top of Trent's pubes, and all the boys kind of half winced as he took Trent's dick in one hand and lifted it up and started to shave Trent's balls.

"Gross" said Michael.

"You want to do it?" asked Paul.

"No way" said Michael, and I saw one of his friends push the front of his pants, obviously adjusting himself.

"Oh, God" said Trent, looking down at his now completely smooth body.

"Looks weird" said the same boy who had just adjusted his pants. He did look weird. Kind of like Jake, but bigger. Paul grabbed the hose and sprayed Trent down, ordering him to soap up all over his front again. Trent did so quickly, and his dick started to grow noticeably as he washed. He kept his eyes on the ground, looking left, then right, then left again.

"Lot more sensitive now, huh Trent?" asked Paul.

"Yes, sir" said Trent quietly.

"You're almost done, kid" he said. "Turn around and get on your hands and knees." Trent complied and we all got another view of his hairy crack and asshole. There was a chorus of "Oh, gross" and "Ughh!" and "Oh, man, I don't want to see that."

Paul kneeled down, grabbed the soap and rubbed a lather into his hands. He slathered up Trent's crack and gently cupped his balls. I was rock hard through all this, and I didn't want to move from where I was standing in case anyone noticed me. For that matter, all of us were standing around like statues watching. Trent gasped as Paul's finger grazed his puckered little hole.

"You hold still, Trent" said Paul, tapping Trent's hole gently with his index finger.

"Ah!" Trent said. "Don't!"

"Hold still!" said Paul. He rested one hand on Trent's butt cheek and scraped away what little hair was there. He finished by taking the razor gently down the back of Trent's balls, then sprayed some water on him and wiped his hand around up and down Trent's crack as he did so. He cupped Trent's balls again, which made Trent grunt quietly, and then let go and said to all of us, "That's better, isn't it?"

It DID look a lot better. One of the younger boys giggled and Dean asked him, "What's so funny?"

"I've just never seen a butthole before" he said, shrugging and ducking his head, embarrassed.

"Stand up, Trent" said Paul. Trent hesitated, and Paul reached down and smacked his butt. "Up!"

Trent stood, but kept his back to us. "Hands on top of your head, and turn around." Trent put his hands on top of his head, but just stood there with his back to us, unmoving. "Trent, you've got a final switching coming. You want to make it worse?"

Trent's slowly turned around to face us, and his body jerked involuntarily as he looked over at me. His penis was rock hard and bobbing up and down with his heartbeat. He was blushing from head to toe, and he kept glancing over nervously at the picnic table. No one there seemed to be paying us any attention. All the guys started to laugh or giggle. When a drop of pre-cum dripped from the tip of his dick we all broke up, and even Trent smiled embarrassedly.

"Stroke it" I said, suddenly not smiling anymore.

"Ah, come on" he said.

"Yeah, do it" said Dean. I glanced over at him, and he just shrugged.

Trent dropped his hands to his side, and looked nervously at the picnic table again and didn't move. "Give me the switch, Matt" said Paul. Trent quickly grabbed his dick and started wanking in front of all of us.

"Spit in your hand" said Dean. Trent glared at him, but spit in his hand and wanked some more. We were all dead silent and Trent's wanking made a kind of squeaking sound, which made us all giggle nervously. Suddenly Trent stopped, and took several long deep rapid breaths.

"Do it" I said. He glanced over at Paul for permission to stop, but Paul motioned his head for Trent to continue.

"Do it" said Dean.

"Yeah, do it" said Michael.

Trent began jerking off again, and all the guys began to whisper one after the other "do it."

"Do it."

"Yeah, do it."

"Do it."

"Just do it."

"Arhh!" Trent cried softly, and his body shuttered violently as he squirt a huge load that went splat on the ground in front of him.

"Woo!" said Dean quietly, and some of the boys clapped.

"All right, enough fun" said Paul seriously. He reached over and took the switch from me and said, "Put your hands behind your head Trent, and spread your legs wider." Trent nervously complied, and stood there with his arms on his head, a gooey mess hanging off the end of his dick.

Paul brought the switch across the back of Trent's thighs, making him cry out. This was Trent's ultimate humiliation -- standing there stark naked, hands on his head, having just been forced to masturbate in front of a group of boys younger than him that he barely knew or didn't know at all. His dick was still more than half hard, with goo hanging off the end of it.

Again Paul switched his butt. Again. And again. And again. And again.

Trent's arms trembled as he struggled to keep them up, and Paul kept flicking the switch across his backside at different places. Trent cried harder, and Paul didn't let up switching him until his eyes were squinted shut and and he was balling his head off.

I jumped, startled, when my uncle said, "All right, you've all had your fun for the day." The other adults were still gathered around the table. "Why don't you boys get on to the lake?" said my uncle to the Carter boys and their friends.

"Yes, sir" they all mumbled, and started shuffling away. Paul and I stood together, looking back and forth from my uncle to Trent. Trent was crying more quietly now, but still had his hands on top of his head. My uncle unbuttoned his own shirt, took it off and adjusted his t-shirt around his waist.

"Put your hands down, Trent" said my uncle, walking over to him. "Come here" he said, and put his shirt around Trent's shoulders. He had to lift Trent's arms and put them through the shirt sleeves for him. He just stood with his hands at his side, my uncle's shirt on him but still unbuttoned, and kept crying quietly with his head down. "Are you ready to stop now, Trent?" he asked.

Trent through his arms around my uncle's neck and wailed like a baby, shaking his head yes. My uncle hugged him and said, "All right. I think you've had enough now. Just let it all out, son. Shhhhh." Trent wailed even louder and my uncle looked over his shoulder at me and said, "Bring me his pants."

I knew my "fun" with Trent was over, but I wasn't disappointed. I couldn't imagine anything else I could have done to him. I got his pants from the cabin and brought them back to my uncle. He took them from me with one hand, still hugging Trent, and said, "Come on, Trent. You want to put your pants on now?"

Again, Trent just nodded his head yes and continued to ball his head off. "Here" my uncle said, and held them for him. Trent clumsily put one leg through and then the other and my uncle helped to pull them up. When his feet were finally through the legs of his pants and the waist was pulled up to Trent's thighs my uncle said, "Hold on a second, son" and with his thumb and index finger grabbed the end of Trent's dick and gently pinched off the blob of goo hanging off it. Trent gasped when my uncle touched him there, but my uncle just flicked the mess off the end of his fingers and patted Trent's side with his free hand. Then he reached up and yanked up Trent's jeans and buttoned and sipped them for him.

"You think you can be a good boy from now on, Trent?" asked my uncle. Trent had started to control his crying, but again threw his arms around my uncle's neck and wailed, nodding his head and saying, "Yes, sir." My uncle Robert held him there like that for a long time. Long enough for Paul to put on his shirt, say good bye to all of us and drive off in his truck.

My uncle held Trent for a little while longer, then let him go in the house. "Trent's had enough, son" he said.

"I know" I said.

That evening my uncle led Trent and me and Jake down to the river for our baths. Trent protested a little preferring to sulk in the cabin. My uncle made him come with us, and at the river my uncle and Jake and I stripped off and got into the water. Trent stood on the edge of the river in his undershirt and boxers. My uncle got out of the water and walked over to him.

"Come here, son" he said and reached over and pulled Trent's shirt up over his head. Trent's chest had always been smooth, but the contrast was somehow more pronounced when he stood next to my uncle with his broad hairy chest and arms. My uncle hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Trent's underwear, Trent put his hands on top of my uncle's but didn't stop him, and my uncle pulled them down. Jake looked normal, being hairless at his age and size. Trent sure didn't. I realized that Trent's punishment was going to last beyond this weekend for however long it took his hair to grow back. He turned his back to us, and my uncle walked around to stand in front of him. There were welts on Trent's butt, but they were already fading.

"Are you embarrassed because you're smooth?" he asked.

Trent nodded his head silently.

"Jake's not embarrassed" said my uncle, kindly.

"Jake's just a little boy" said Trent. His voice was calm, and as he spoke he put his hand on my uncle's arm, his head lowered. My uncle reached up and patted Trent's side and said, "On this trip, you're all my boys, Trent. Come on and get in the water." He walked past Trent and dove in. Then he came up and walked over to the edge. Trent got in the water, and my uncle picked up a bottle of shampoo and took a couple of steps into the river so that he was knee deep in it.

"Come here, Jake" said my uncle and dumped some shampoo into his hair. He washed Jake's hair thoroughly and held his shoulder as he dunked his head into the river to rinse. "You're next, Matt" he said.

I laughed nervously and shook my head no, but my uncle kept smiling and pointed firmly at his feet. I walked over and let him put the shampoo in my hair, and had to reach up and hold his sides for balance when the soap got into my eyes temporarily blinding me. I felt his hands on my shoulder and chest, and let him tip me into the river to dunk my head.

"Come here, Trent" he said. Trent walked sullenly over to him, and my uncle said, "Can I wash your hair, son?" Trent's chest heaved up and down and, blinking back tears, he shook his head yes.

My uncle dumped the shampoo into Trent's hair and he, too, had to put his hands up to my uncle's sides as the soap slipped into his eyes. My uncle took twice as long with him, and then finally put his hands on Trent's chest and shoulders and dunked him into the river.

We all splashed around in the water then, even Trent. At one point the three of us ganged up on my uncle, jumping on him and hanging on to an arm a piece with Jake around his neck, trying to drag him under the water. He was too strong for us. He finally leaned backward and dragged us all under with him. We laughed and hooted and hollered like a bunch of idiots for a good half hour when we heard my aunt's bell ringing.

"Ah!" said Jake.

"All right, that's it" said my uncle Robert. "Come on you guys."

We all got out and began drying off. My uncle was dressed before any of us, and said, "Matt and Trent, come over here." Trent was just reaching for his underwear and I had just thrown my towel over a rock. I reached to get it back and my uncle said, "Just leave it, guys, and come over here."

Naked, we walked over to him and he put a hand on the each of our shoulders and made us face each other, standing in front of him. "I want you two to shake hands, but not if you can't do it honestly."

Trent raised his hand first and as I grabbed it he said sarcastically, "Can we shave Matt, too?" I laughed nervously, but my uncle didn't say anything. He reached up and grabbed us both by the back of our necks and shook us gently.

"You guys want dinner?" he asked.

"Yes, sir" we said together. We got dressed and headed up to the cabin together. Trent and Jake and I ate out on the front picnic table while "the grown ups" had their dinner inside. We didn't talk about the day or the last several days. Mostly we ate quietly, and started to giggle uncontrollably went Jake ripped a loud fart.

"Did you guys say something?" asked my aunt from inside. We laughed harder and louder at that. We laughed so hard there were tears in our eyes. Trent and I looked at each other. For just a moment we looked deeply into each other's eyes, then we both looked away, embarrassed, and kept laughing with Jake.

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