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Craig meets Tom Welling (tommyboy) at the LA Club
players only. backdated to early August.
The last time he was here it was with Colm, his mentor giving him a tour of the place and a promise he could check it all out later. After getting his membership. Unfortunately, it's been nearly two months since he was accepted and Craig hasn't once set foot back here. Hasn't had the time what with his work schedule and interviews. But now he's making the time, the urge for release building to the point he can't afford to ignore it any longer. Not without pulling something stupid. And he's been warned about stupid. By his agent and Colm.
Flashing his ID at the front desk, he makes his way to the bar, parks his ass on a stool and orders a beer. Keith's. Liking the smile he gets from the bartender and wondering whether they're available too.
Tom wanders his way from the back of the property toward the front. He's in LA for a set of meetings, central to his new role as a Producer on the show, but Tom is more concerned now about having some fun and taking some time off. It's not often he gets a weekend to himself. When he enters the bar, stress he'd not known he was carrying rolls off his back, making him lighter. He flashes a smile at the bartender, orders a beer and settles so he can look out over the crowd with a grin.
Tall, dark and handsome gets an immediate look of recognition from Craig. Superman. He smiles and nods when the man looks his way, lifting his beer in a silent toast.
Smiling at the toast, Tom lifts his drink and nods back. He looks back around the bar and sighs, both happy and not quite yet relaxed. Tom turns back to the other guy with another smile and a host of inanities running through his head. Inside, he just offers a basic 'hello' and leaves it up to the other guy to be social or not.
"Hi," Craig mouths, then moves down a couple of stools. "Hi. I'm Craig. Olejnik." He offers his hand. "And I already know who you are. Tom, right?"
"Yeah, Tom Welling." Chuckling, Tom sticks out his hand and shakes Craig's. "Nice to meet you Craig...still getting used to being recognized in this place." He flushed slightly, not having meant that it happened all the time, but Tom knows better than to try and add anything to it. He gets in more trouble that way.
"Oh? Are you new too?" Craig asks.
"Relatively?" Tom says, tilting his head to the side. "Technically, it's been almost a year, but I don't get a lot of time to be down here at the club, so...it still feels new."
Craig nods. "I got my membership two months ago but this is the first time I've been back. And on my own. Last time my sponsor was showing me around."
Tom chuckles. "Yeah, it's quite a different experience when you're left to your own devices. Have you been exploring at all or did you come right on in here?"
"I explored a little with Colm when I was last here but this time I came right to the bar," Craig says, taking another sip of beer, not getting enough of a read on Tom to know which way he goes. "I was kind of hoping to pick someone up. Actually make use of a room this time," he adds with a smile, eyes sparkling.
Tom grins. "Yeah, the first time I did that...it was actually with a house sub. A friend and I reserved her time to kinda play around." He shrugs and looks a bit bashful. "But, after that I've mostly come without him and fooled around with guys I've met here. I keep waiting for it to get easier, but I think I'm not here enough for that to be all that easy yet...you know?"
Craig nods. "A house sub? Does that mean you're a dom or that you switch?" He believes in being forthright.
"I switch, I think." Tom grins, flushing slightly. "Mostly the men I've met have topped and dommed me. We went with a house sub because of my buddy more than anything...though I think I do like topping women more. You?"
"Bisexual switch with a definite dominant lean I think is how I put it on the form," Craig says with a smile, obviously quoting, amused by the labels. "Are you looking for someone tonight?"
Even if Tom hadn't been, he is now. Smiling, he nodded. "Yeah, I am...wasn't sure what I was looking for, but I am definitely interested if you are."
"Great." Craig can't stop smiling. "Any limits I should know about?"
"No marks that won't wear off in a day or so...too much of a chance they'll be seen on set." Tom thinks about it and then shakes his head. "I don't do some of the basics...drugs, animals, scat...am still pretty new and learning about the rest of it."
Craig nods. "Are you okay with being restrained?" The thought of having Tom tied up, legs spread, reddening his back and his ass before fucking him... He shifts slightly, trying for discreet and laughing softly when he realizes he's probably not kidding anyone, least of all the man in front of him.
"Yeah, sure. Not done it a lot, but I've like what I have done." Tom grins, knowing this his cheeks are a light pink. His fair complexion definitely doesn't let him hide any responses. Then again, Craig doesn't seem to really be hiding anything either and it relaxes Tom a bit more.
"Great." Apparently he's picked the perfect night to come here. "I get a key from the front desk?"
Tom grins and nods. "I think the bartender can get you one too if you tell him what you want." He leans over the bar to flag the guy down.
"I'm not really sure what my choices are," Craig says, listening intently as the bartender lays out the options for him. "Nothing too fancy," he says finally. "Spanking bench, floggers, clamps, a bed..." Glancing at Tom as he adds the last, not really sure whether the man intends to spend the night with him or not.
"Definitely a bed," Tom says, grinning at Craig. He figures if the other guy is listing it, then it's an option he'll take. He also shivers a bit at the thought of the things Craig's listed out for the room.
Craig signs for the key, quickly scanning the fine print on the form, some of the wording making him smile. "402," he says, turning to Tom. "Elevators are over there, right?" Motioning to the back of the bar and left.
Tom nods, drinks down the rest of his beer and then stands to stretch out his back slightly. He's never enjoyed sitting on stools, it's all too easy to hunch and end up sore. "Yeah, they're tucked out the back entry of the bar."
Craig drains his glass, settles his bill and pockets the key. "What about your safeword?" he asks on the way to the elevators.
"Smallville. If I'm calling out the name of my show during sex, something's gotta be wrong." Tom offers a wry grin and slowly ambles alongside Craig. "Do you have one?"
Craig shakes his head. "I usually just use the light system." He smiles, pressing the button for the elevator. "Have you ever had to use yours? If you don't mind me asking."
Tom shakes his head. "Not even close, I'm still really new to the whole kink scene. I kinda joined here mostly as a place to hang out with my buddy here in LA and not be seen by people who don't need to know what I'm up to, you know? My wife and I have an open relationship, but I'd be splashed all over the tabs if I was seen with someone else...not to mention if that was a guy."
The door opens and Craig enters, holding it open for Tom as he presses their floor. "I can imagine. It's one thing to be gay these days depending on what kind of career you want but open relationships are a whole other thing."
"Yeah and being bi, married and in an open relationship would cut my career off."
"Does your wife take advantage of the open part as well?" Craig asks before quickly shaking his head. "Sorry. I shouldn't ask that. It's none of my business."
Tom chuckles. "I think so," he offers, "though likely not as much as I do. I'm pretty evenly bi and she gets that she can't give me what a guy can." Tom smiles wryly and arches an eyebrow. "But, we love each other and we're happy outside that."
"I'm glad to hear it," Craig says with a smile. "A couple of my friends have open relationships but I'm not sure they're as equitable or that they're going to be able to sustain things. It's nice to know it can be done." The elevator dings and he gives a low whistle as they step out onto the floor. "At least you can tell with this place where your money's going."
"Yeah, it's in every detail of the place, isn't it?" Tom grins and follows Craig down the hall to their room. He reaches out and touches one of the walls. "It definitely helps you sink into the decadence of the place, the lushness of allowing yourself to want the things you might not think you should."
Craig grins, sliding his keycard through the lock, the soft snick prompting him to open the door. "After you," he says, turning on the lights and gesturing for Tom to go ahead in, shaking his head at the set-up. "Wow. Except for the cabinet and the spanking bench, it looks like any other luxury hotel."
Tom grins and walks into the room, running his fingers lightly over the gorgeous wooden table in the entrance before turning back to smile at Craig. "The rooms are stunning, though there are plenty that make you realize you're not in Kansas anymore." He toes out of his shoes and moves them to the side.
"Really?" Craig grins. "I don't think I got shown any of those on my tour," he says, really taking the time now to check Tom out. "I want you to undress for me."
"My friend Mike got us a more detailed tour one night." Tom shakes his head at the memory and then turns to Craig with a smile. He reaches behind his head and tugs his shirt up and off his body, folding it casually and resting it on the dresser near him. Craig hasn't said anything about a show, but Tom slows himself down some while he unbuttons and unzips his jeans.
"Very nice," Craig says, nodding and smiling, never one to hold back his approval. "You obviously work out."
"Thanks, the show kinda demands it." Tom shakes his head ruefully. "It's in my contract that I have to maintain the 'Superman' body." He steps out of his jeans, folding them and putting them on his shirt before he slides his boxers off and adds them to the pile. One thing Tom loves about Los Angeles is not wearing socks...his flip flops are his favorite shoes when he's in town.
"Well, it looks like you're doing a very good job of it," Craig says, gaze flickering over every inch of Tom's body. "I don't suppose you're prepped?"
Tom shakes his head. "No, not today. I think I've only ever once come here prepped...mostly because that night I was looking distinctly to get fucked."
Craig nods, a small smile curving his lips. "How's your balance?"
"My balance?" Tom parrots back, caught off guard by the question. "My balance is pretty good."
"Good." Craig smiles and plucks a packet of lube from the bowl on the table. "Bend over and grab your ankles."
Tom chuckles softly, but does just what Craig says, bending himself in half and wrapping his large hands around his ankles. He can feel the stretch at the back of his knees when his legs finally start to relax in that position.
Craig circles Tom, eyes roaming over his body on the first lap, hands firm but gentle on the second as they run over his lower back, his cheeks, his upper thighs and between his legs. He cups Tom's balls in his palm and squeezes lightly, waiting; gauging his response as he slowly increases the pressure.
Breathing out, Tom sighs and shudders slightly. The pressure of Craig's hand on his balls sends a tingling spark shooting up his spine and Tom drops his head forward even further.
Nodding to himself, Craig slicks his fingers thoroughly, pressing two of them deep into Tom's hole, raking over his prostate with slow, even strokes.
Tom chokes on a quickly indrawn breath, his body opening easily to Craig's fingers. He trembles from the combined strain of the position and the exquisite pleasure of having his prostate stimulated so well.
"Like that, do you?" Craig says casually, making sure the words are loud enough to reach Tom as he twists his fingers deeper, slowly and steadily fucking him with them.
"Yes," Tom manages to breathe out, his body stretching and opening pretty easily for Craig. He trembles slightly, the sensations coursing through his body.
"Good." Craig works a third finger into Tom, his cock aching at the way the muscle stretches for him. "You're awfully tight," he says, running his other hand over Tom's cheeks then slapping him.
Tom moans when Craig's hand connects with his ass, his muscles quivering as the sensation rocks through his body. He doesn't know what to say, knows that Craig is right since he really only makes trips into the club every few months, but admitting to being tight leaves him with a squirming embarrassment in his gut.
"You like that too, don't you?" Craig observes, landing another couple of slaps to Tom's cheeks, popping one side and then the other, his fingers curling deeper, twisting in and out.
"God, yes," Tom chokes out, legs trembling to hold himself in place. He's spread open and being thoroughly worked over.
Craig smiles. "Good." Slapping Tom once more before he pulls his fingers out. "I want you to stretch out over the spanking bench. Make sure you're good and comfortable," he orders.
Tom nods, gasping for breath as he slowly straightens himself to his full height and crosses to the bench. He kneels down and then lays himself over it, shifting three to four times until he finds the spot that feels about as comfortable as he figures he'll get.
"Put your hands above your head," Craig says, walking to the head of the bench. "Up here. I'm going to bind your wrists," he adds, thinking it better to warn Tom than surprise him.
"Like this?" Tom asks, stretching himself along the bench so that his hands dangled over the edge. He scoots slightly further forward to solidify the feeling of being laid out for Craig.
Craig smiles. "Exactly like that." He plucks a pair of handcuffs from the cabinet, making sure he has the key and fastens them around Tom's wrists. Tight but not too tight. "How are those?" Determined to keep checking in, especially if Tom's as new to all of this as he claims.
Tom turns his wrists in the cuffs, shakes them slightly and then smiles. "Feel fine," he breathes out, wriggling a bit more into the bench and relaxing his shoulders into the feeling of being bound over his head.
"Now tell me..." Craig smiles. "What have you had used on you? Hands, belt, strap...?"
"Hands only...and mostly over someone's lap before." Tom turns his head to rest his cheek on the spanking bench, slowly relaxing into the feeling of being laid out as he was.
Craig groans softly at that. Hands only. And never like this. "Well, let's warm you up the way you're used to," he says, bringing his hand in against one cheek and then the other, watching Tom closely for his reaction.
Tom nods, breathing out and settling into the easy rhythm that Craig sets up. He sighs slightly, wriggling a tiny bit while his body reacts to the sensation and acclimates to being bent over the bench.
Encouraged by the wriggle, Craig slaps Tom harder and harder still, fingers trailing between his legs every few blows.
The hand spanking sensation is one that Tom knows, so he lets himself drift slightly. He responds to each increase in strength of the slaps and doubly so to the lighter touch of Craig's fingers between his legs.
With Tom nicely warmed up, Craig pulls a strap from the cabinets, hefting the thick smooth length of leather in his hand. "I'll start lightly with this," he tells Tom, snapping a leather cock ring into place around Tom's cock. "If you need me to ease up, just let me know."
"Yes, okay," Tom breathes out, his body heaving slightly from his panting. His skin was warmed nicely, but not on fire yet and Tom turns his head a bit to try relaxing further into the bench.
Starting nice and gentle, Craig brings the strap in against the back of Tom's thighs, slowly moving up over his ass and lower back to his shoulders, carefully avoiding his spine.
Tom moans softly, his body taking in the sensations and deciding how to translate them. His cock stiffens even more and he's acutely aware of the way it feels different from anything else he's ever felt.
"Like that, don't you?" Craig murmurs, eyeing Tom's erection. He grins and brings the slapper in harder, watching as Tom's skin starts to redden, his own cock jerking at the sight.
"Yes, Sir, I definitely like it." Tom moans with the harder strikes, feeling the heat and the tension sliding in and out of his skin.
"You look like you need something filling you though," Craig muses, stopping to run his fingers between Tom's legs, over and around his hole.
Shuddering, Tom moans and presses his body back slightly to show Craig how much he enjoys the attentions. He works at regulating his breathing some, taking the slightly respite from the strikes to bring himself back down.
Encouraged by the way Tom moves against his hand, Craig plucks another packet of lube from a drawer and picks out a not-too large butt plug. He slathers it with lube and then presses it to Tom's hole, slowly working it into him.
Tom catches his breath and stills while Craig works the plug into him. He feels his body stretch open to accept it just before it slowly tightens around the object and holds it in place. Breathing out, Tom shivers slightly and knows this is only going to make it that much better.
"Good boy," Craig says softly, watching for Tom's reaction to the word as he reaches between Tom's legs and gives his cock another few strokes.
Smiling and shivering at Craig's words, Tom wriggles slightly into his touch. He catches his breath when Craig skims over the tip of his cock causing him to tremble again.
Craig grins. "Let's try some more." He picks the slapper back up and brings it in against one cheek then the other, alternating for a half dozen strokes before bringing it in against the base of the plug.
Tom manages to hold on and breathe easily through the smacks of the slapper until Craig hits the plug. It causes Tom to cry out, his body shuddering through the sensation of the plug being rocked hard against his prostate. "God," he chokes out softly.
Now that's what he wants and Craig strikes the base of the plug again with the slapper, wanting more of those gorgeous sounds.
Choking out more sounds, Tom trembles on the bench. He pants harshly, whimpering with the pleasure of having his body worked so expertly.
"Beautiful," Craig murmurs, striking the plug with the slapper a couple more times, the way Tom moves in response making his cock ache almost painfully. "Now I'm going to switch out the strap for a flogger and we'll see how you like that."
"Yeah, okay," Tom takes a few quick, heaving gasps of breath. His body slowly starts to come down, relaxing into the slight break it's receiving.
Craig can't help but be impressed by the selection of whips and floggers he finds in the cabinet, everything clean and well-cared for. He chooses a heavy leather flogger, something with lots of thud versus sting, knowing the sensation'll be easier for someone new to this to settle into. He drags the tails between Tom's legs, teasing them over his cock and his hole.
"Oh god." Tom wriggles against the bench, thighs spreading slightly so he could feel the flogger trailing over his skin. He shudders when it scrapes his heated ass.
"Are you ready?" Craig asks, stroking the tails back and forth, his jeans tightening as he watches Tom move against the bench, back into the caress of the flogger.
"Yes, Sir." Tom breathes out, rocking his body in the spanking bench and soaking up the caress of the flogger on his skin. "I'm ready."
"Good." Craig starts at the back of Tom's thighs and slowly works up his back to his shoulders, establishing a nice easy rhythm.
Tom moans and rocks against the strikes, the tendrils of the flogger equally caressing and sharp against his already heated skin. Though nothing Craig does is overly sharp, Tom is still amazed that he's managing to take as much sensation as is coursing through him.
Responding to Tom's moans and the way he's moving under the flogger, Craig puts more strength behind his strokes, working over the same skin again and again, layering his blows.
Crying out every so often, when the flogger lands in a particularly sensitive spot, Tom continues to move with the strikes. His cock is hard and aching, the ring keeping him from finding fulfillment no matter how he responds to the flogger.
"So eager," Craig says softly, finally letting the flogger fall to his side. He runs his hand over Tom's heated skin then drags his nails lightly down his back, his cock throbbing hard, wanting to be buried inside the other man right now.
"Oh God," Tom shudders out a breath, the words quiet on the exhale. He trembles under that sharpness of Craig's nails, his body equally arching toward and away from the sensations.
"That's it," Craig says. "Don't fight it. Let me have your full reaction." He scrapes his nails over the same skin, digging them in deeper, his fingers trailing between Tom's legs again at the end, teasing over his hole, the tips pressing just in beside the plug.
"Ngh," Tom moaned, almost arching away from the scraping of Craig's nails and then pressing himself back onto Craig's fingers. He loved the way Craig was playing with his body, wanted to show him how much he enjoyed the torment.
"I was going to beat you more but now I'm so tempted to forget that and just fuck you," Craig murmurs, removing the plug and pushing two fingers inside Tom and twisting them.
"Oh please," Tom begs, his body opening to Craig's touches when he presses back for more.
Craig works his fingers deeper, adding a third and curling them so they rub over that spot again and again. He frees his cock from his jeans, grabs a condom from the pouch on the end of the bench, tearing open with his teeth, and slicks it on, cock jerking violently at his touch.
Tom trembles at Craig's touch. He blows out a breath when Craig slides his fingers out, trying to catch his breath before Craig fucks into him. The sounds of Craig ripping open the condom has Tom looking back over his shoulder.
Hissing a soft breath, Craig slides his hands up over the backs of Tom's thighs, fingers parting his cheeks, spreading them, his cock throbbing at the sight, at the desire to be buried inside the other man. "You look so good like this," he murmurs, lining up and slowly pushing in, the tight heat clenching his cock making his head swim.
"Oh," Tom breathes out when Craig lines up to his body. At the push inside, Tom drops his head forward on a long, low moan of pleasure. He flexed his muscles, feeling them clamp tighter around Craig and pull him deeper inside Tom's body.
"God, you're so tight." And there's nothing like a beating, like hot sensitized skin, to make a man even tighter. Craig groans and pushes deeper, rocking his hips as he gets all the way in.
Tom can't really move from his place on the bench, but his feels his body rock under Craig. "It's all so much, Sir. God," he breathes out, turning his head to the side and closing his eyes.
"As long as it's not too much," Craig murmurs, watching his cock go into Tom again and again as he slowly and steadily builds his pace.
"No, oh no, not that." Tom chuckles slightly, his breath shuddering out when Craig increases his pace enough to have Tom rocking against his body.
Fucking Tom harder and faster, Craig finally reaches under him, wrapping his hand around Tom's cock and stroking to match his thrusts.
"Oh god," Tom cries out, his entire body arching against Craig in a futile attempt to come around the cock ring. He whimpers at the painful pleasure spiking through his body, wanting and needing to come while soaking up the way that Craig was making him feel. "Please," he begged softly.
Craig smiles and shakes his head, wanting to drag things out a little longer. "You can do better than that," he says, careful to keep a bit of tease in tone.
Tom moans, his brain racing to catch up and to break through the intense feelings coursing through his body. "Sir," he gasps. "Oh god, please let me come, Sir." Rocking with Craig's thrusts, Tom closes his eyes and sinks into the feeling.
"Go ahead," Craig says, flicking the snap on the ring open. "You have permission."
"Oh fuck," Tom moans, his entire body tensing up and coming hard with Craig's next stroke into him. He trembles, riding out the sensations of his orgasm layered on top of the intense feeling of heat covering his ass and back.
Craig manages a couple more thrusts and then he's coming, hard, filling the condom with thick hot spurts.
Tom moans again when he feels Craig shake above him. He turns his head to the side, resting it on the bench and panting slightly while his entire body goes limp against the support it offers. "Oh my god," he manages to get out between panting breaths.
"Good?" Craig asks, smiling as he slowly eases out, gets the key for the handcuffs and unlocks them.
"Yeah, real good." Tom chuckles, slowly rotating his wrists and flexing his arms slightly. While he was completely comfortable tied to the bench, his body is now letting him know that it could use a bit of care. "That was quite something else."
"Go ahead and lie down and I'll grab you some water," Craig offers, judging that Tom looks able to get himself to the bed.
Tom pushes himself to his feet with only a slight grimace. He stretches his muscles out and slowly makes his way to the bed, crawling up on it and turning to sit cross legged. "Thanks," he says, belatedly. He's only peripherally aware of everything moving a bit in slow motion around him.
"Here." Craig comes back with a bottle of water and hands it over. "You don't exactly look like you need this," he says, showing Tom the tube of salve in his other hand. "Not if you can sit like that." He grins and sits down on the edge of the bed.
"Nah, it's hot, a bit itchy and kinda sore, but not painful." Tom grins and takes the water, drinking a few large gulps down. "It's a new feeling and I'm kinda trying to just see what it's like, you know?"
Craig nods, stretching out on the bed and watching Tom. "Are there other things you'd really like to try?"
"I'd like to try some more forms of bondage and maybe, someday if I can find someone who I trust enough, I'd like to try spending time as someone's boy for a weekend." Tom grins, stretches slowly and sips more of his water.
"Really?" That gets a huge smile from Craig, although he tries his best not to seem too eager or to jump on the idea.
Tom grins, pleased and surprised by Craig's reaction. "Yeah, it's definitely baby steps for me, but I really liked what we did tonight and I want to explore and try more with the bondage. I had no idea how freeing that would feel." He sips at his water, finishing off the bottle and then stretching out with a soft groan.
"I'd be happy to help you with any exploring if you're interested," Craig offers. "Of course there'll be lots of people willing to help you, but I'll give you my number and if there's something in particular or you want someone you've already scened with... " He trails off, smiling.
"I'd like that, thanks." Tom returns the smile, definitely comfortable enough with Craig after their scene to imagine doing more with him. "Even though I know people are vetted for this place, it's still such an individual thing to place your trust in them, you know?"
"Definitely," Craig nods. "It's a huge thing. Especially when you're first experimenting and you're not a hundred per cent sure of your own responses."
Tom nods and then yawns. He smiles sheepishly at Craig and stretches on the comfortable bed. "How long have you been in the scene?" he asks, slowly getting tired but still wanting to talk.
"Since my early 20s, but that was in Toronto, and once I started acting I put a stop to being part of the actual local scene. My friend Colm suggested Citadel after we had a little talk one night." He gives Tom another smile and pulls the covers up over their legs and hips.
"That makes a lot of sense. I happened into completely on accident." Tom chuckles and then rolls onto his side to look at Craig. "My buddy kinda dragged me down to the LA club on a weekend and it exploded from there."
"So you weren't kinky before that? Or this is the first time you've explored more?" Craig says, stretching out and moving a little closer, his knee touching Tom's leg.
Tom shakes his head. "Not really kinky before that. My wife and I played around with it at times, but she and I are both cut from the same cloth and neither of us found it to be all that exciting together." He chuckles, and then shrugs. "I hadn't really thought about trying it out beyond that until this place and now I'm kinda like a kid in a candy store."
"Speaking of which," Craig grins. "Have you been in the shop downstairs?"
"No, actually I haven't." Tom blinks at the realization. "Never really occurred to me to stop in and check it out."
"Well, if you're able to stay the night," Craig says, figuring he might as well put it out there. "We could take a look in the morning after breakfast?"
Tom grins. "Yeah, that'd be great." He yawns again and then hides his face in the pillow. "Sorry," he mumbles, rolling his head back toward Craig.
Craig smiles. "Don't worry about it. I'm tired too," he says, leaning in and kissing Tom, nice and slow and soft. "We can go to sleep now if you want."
"Yeah," Tom agrees, yawning again and then rolling toward Craig, seeking out some more contact. "Not sure I can keep my eyes open."
"Then don't try," Craig says, wrapping his arm around Tom's waist and pressing close. "Go to sleep."
Tom nods, yawns again and settles into the comfort of sleeping with someone beside him.
[feedback welcome. comments screened]
tommyboy) at the LA Clubplayers only. backdated to early August.
The last time he was here it was with Colm, his mentor giving him a tour of the place and a promise he could check it all out later. After getting his membership. Unfortunately, it's been nearly two months since he was accepted and Craig hasn't once set foot back here. Hasn't had the time what with his work schedule and interviews. But now he's making the time, the urge for release building to the point he can't afford to ignore it any longer. Not without pulling something stupid. And he's been warned about stupid. By his agent and Colm.
Flashing his ID at the front desk, he makes his way to the bar, parks his ass on a stool and orders a beer. Keith's. Liking the smile he gets from the bartender and wondering whether they're available too.
Tom wanders his way from the back of the property toward the front. He's in LA for a set of meetings, central to his new role as a Producer on the show, but Tom is more concerned now about having some fun and taking some time off. It's not often he gets a weekend to himself. When he enters the bar, stress he'd not known he was carrying rolls off his back, making him lighter. He flashes a smile at the bartender, orders a beer and settles so he can look out over the crowd with a grin.
Tall, dark and handsome gets an immediate look of recognition from Craig. Superman. He smiles and nods when the man looks his way, lifting his beer in a silent toast.
Smiling at the toast, Tom lifts his drink and nods back. He looks back around the bar and sighs, both happy and not quite yet relaxed. Tom turns back to the other guy with another smile and a host of inanities running through his head. Inside, he just offers a basic 'hello' and leaves it up to the other guy to be social or not.
"Hi," Craig mouths, then moves down a couple of stools. "Hi. I'm Craig. Olejnik." He offers his hand. "And I already know who you are. Tom, right?"
"Yeah, Tom Welling." Chuckling, Tom sticks out his hand and shakes Craig's. "Nice to meet you Craig...still getting used to being recognized in this place." He flushed slightly, not having meant that it happened all the time, but Tom knows better than to try and add anything to it. He gets in more trouble that way.
"Oh? Are you new too?" Craig asks.
"Relatively?" Tom says, tilting his head to the side. "Technically, it's been almost a year, but I don't get a lot of time to be down here at the club, so...it still feels new."
Craig nods. "I got my membership two months ago but this is the first time I've been back. And on my own. Last time my sponsor was showing me around."
Tom chuckles. "Yeah, it's quite a different experience when you're left to your own devices. Have you been exploring at all or did you come right on in here?"
"I explored a little with Colm when I was last here but this time I came right to the bar," Craig says, taking another sip of beer, not getting enough of a read on Tom to know which way he goes. "I was kind of hoping to pick someone up. Actually make use of a room this time," he adds with a smile, eyes sparkling.
Tom grins. "Yeah, the first time I did that...it was actually with a house sub. A friend and I reserved her time to kinda play around." He shrugs and looks a bit bashful. "But, after that I've mostly come without him and fooled around with guys I've met here. I keep waiting for it to get easier, but I think I'm not here enough for that to be all that easy yet...you know?"
Craig nods. "A house sub? Does that mean you're a dom or that you switch?" He believes in being forthright.
"I switch, I think." Tom grins, flushing slightly. "Mostly the men I've met have topped and dommed me. We went with a house sub because of my buddy more than anything...though I think I do like topping women more. You?"
"Bisexual switch with a definite dominant lean I think is how I put it on the form," Craig says with a smile, obviously quoting, amused by the labels. "Are you looking for someone tonight?"
Even if Tom hadn't been, he is now. Smiling, he nodded. "Yeah, I am...wasn't sure what I was looking for, but I am definitely interested if you are."
"Great." Craig can't stop smiling. "Any limits I should know about?"
"No marks that won't wear off in a day or so...too much of a chance they'll be seen on set." Tom thinks about it and then shakes his head. "I don't do some of the basics...drugs, animals, scat...am still pretty new and learning about the rest of it."
Craig nods. "Are you okay with being restrained?" The thought of having Tom tied up, legs spread, reddening his back and his ass before fucking him... He shifts slightly, trying for discreet and laughing softly when he realizes he's probably not kidding anyone, least of all the man in front of him.
"Yeah, sure. Not done it a lot, but I've like what I have done." Tom grins, knowing this his cheeks are a light pink. His fair complexion definitely doesn't let him hide any responses. Then again, Craig doesn't seem to really be hiding anything either and it relaxes Tom a bit more.
"Great." Apparently he's picked the perfect night to come here. "I get a key from the front desk?"
Tom grins and nods. "I think the bartender can get you one too if you tell him what you want." He leans over the bar to flag the guy down.
"I'm not really sure what my choices are," Craig says, listening intently as the bartender lays out the options for him. "Nothing too fancy," he says finally. "Spanking bench, floggers, clamps, a bed..." Glancing at Tom as he adds the last, not really sure whether the man intends to spend the night with him or not.
"Definitely a bed," Tom says, grinning at Craig. He figures if the other guy is listing it, then it's an option he'll take. He also shivers a bit at the thought of the things Craig's listed out for the room.
Craig signs for the key, quickly scanning the fine print on the form, some of the wording making him smile. "402," he says, turning to Tom. "Elevators are over there, right?" Motioning to the back of the bar and left.
Tom nods, drinks down the rest of his beer and then stands to stretch out his back slightly. He's never enjoyed sitting on stools, it's all too easy to hunch and end up sore. "Yeah, they're tucked out the back entry of the bar."
Craig drains his glass, settles his bill and pockets the key. "What about your safeword?" he asks on the way to the elevators.
"Smallville. If I'm calling out the name of my show during sex, something's gotta be wrong." Tom offers a wry grin and slowly ambles alongside Craig. "Do you have one?"
Craig shakes his head. "I usually just use the light system." He smiles, pressing the button for the elevator. "Have you ever had to use yours? If you don't mind me asking."
Tom shakes his head. "Not even close, I'm still really new to the whole kink scene. I kinda joined here mostly as a place to hang out with my buddy here in LA and not be seen by people who don't need to know what I'm up to, you know? My wife and I have an open relationship, but I'd be splashed all over the tabs if I was seen with someone else...not to mention if that was a guy."
The door opens and Craig enters, holding it open for Tom as he presses their floor. "I can imagine. It's one thing to be gay these days depending on what kind of career you want but open relationships are a whole other thing."
"Yeah and being bi, married and in an open relationship would cut my career off."
"Does your wife take advantage of the open part as well?" Craig asks before quickly shaking his head. "Sorry. I shouldn't ask that. It's none of my business."
Tom chuckles. "I think so," he offers, "though likely not as much as I do. I'm pretty evenly bi and she gets that she can't give me what a guy can." Tom smiles wryly and arches an eyebrow. "But, we love each other and we're happy outside that."
"I'm glad to hear it," Craig says with a smile. "A couple of my friends have open relationships but I'm not sure they're as equitable or that they're going to be able to sustain things. It's nice to know it can be done." The elevator dings and he gives a low whistle as they step out onto the floor. "At least you can tell with this place where your money's going."
"Yeah, it's in every detail of the place, isn't it?" Tom grins and follows Craig down the hall to their room. He reaches out and touches one of the walls. "It definitely helps you sink into the decadence of the place, the lushness of allowing yourself to want the things you might not think you should."
Craig grins, sliding his keycard through the lock, the soft snick prompting him to open the door. "After you," he says, turning on the lights and gesturing for Tom to go ahead in, shaking his head at the set-up. "Wow. Except for the cabinet and the spanking bench, it looks like any other luxury hotel."
Tom grins and walks into the room, running his fingers lightly over the gorgeous wooden table in the entrance before turning back to smile at Craig. "The rooms are stunning, though there are plenty that make you realize you're not in Kansas anymore." He toes out of his shoes and moves them to the side.
"Really?" Craig grins. "I don't think I got shown any of those on my tour," he says, really taking the time now to check Tom out. "I want you to undress for me."
"My friend Mike got us a more detailed tour one night." Tom shakes his head at the memory and then turns to Craig with a smile. He reaches behind his head and tugs his shirt up and off his body, folding it casually and resting it on the dresser near him. Craig hasn't said anything about a show, but Tom slows himself down some while he unbuttons and unzips his jeans.
"Very nice," Craig says, nodding and smiling, never one to hold back his approval. "You obviously work out."
"Thanks, the show kinda demands it." Tom shakes his head ruefully. "It's in my contract that I have to maintain the 'Superman' body." He steps out of his jeans, folding them and putting them on his shirt before he slides his boxers off and adds them to the pile. One thing Tom loves about Los Angeles is not wearing socks...his flip flops are his favorite shoes when he's in town.
"Well, it looks like you're doing a very good job of it," Craig says, gaze flickering over every inch of Tom's body. "I don't suppose you're prepped?"
Tom shakes his head. "No, not today. I think I've only ever once come here prepped...mostly because that night I was looking distinctly to get fucked."
Craig nods, a small smile curving his lips. "How's your balance?"
"My balance?" Tom parrots back, caught off guard by the question. "My balance is pretty good."
"Good." Craig smiles and plucks a packet of lube from the bowl on the table. "Bend over and grab your ankles."
Tom chuckles softly, but does just what Craig says, bending himself in half and wrapping his large hands around his ankles. He can feel the stretch at the back of his knees when his legs finally start to relax in that position.
Craig circles Tom, eyes roaming over his body on the first lap, hands firm but gentle on the second as they run over his lower back, his cheeks, his upper thighs and between his legs. He cups Tom's balls in his palm and squeezes lightly, waiting; gauging his response as he slowly increases the pressure.
Breathing out, Tom sighs and shudders slightly. The pressure of Craig's hand on his balls sends a tingling spark shooting up his spine and Tom drops his head forward even further.
Nodding to himself, Craig slicks his fingers thoroughly, pressing two of them deep into Tom's hole, raking over his prostate with slow, even strokes.
Tom chokes on a quickly indrawn breath, his body opening easily to Craig's fingers. He trembles from the combined strain of the position and the exquisite pleasure of having his prostate stimulated so well.
"Like that, do you?" Craig says casually, making sure the words are loud enough to reach Tom as he twists his fingers deeper, slowly and steadily fucking him with them.
"Yes," Tom manages to breathe out, his body stretching and opening pretty easily for Craig. He trembles slightly, the sensations coursing through his body.
"Good." Craig works a third finger into Tom, his cock aching at the way the muscle stretches for him. "You're awfully tight," he says, running his other hand over Tom's cheeks then slapping him.
Tom moans when Craig's hand connects with his ass, his muscles quivering as the sensation rocks through his body. He doesn't know what to say, knows that Craig is right since he really only makes trips into the club every few months, but admitting to being tight leaves him with a squirming embarrassment in his gut.
"You like that too, don't you?" Craig observes, landing another couple of slaps to Tom's cheeks, popping one side and then the other, his fingers curling deeper, twisting in and out.
"God, yes," Tom chokes out, legs trembling to hold himself in place. He's spread open and being thoroughly worked over.
Craig smiles. "Good." Slapping Tom once more before he pulls his fingers out. "I want you to stretch out over the spanking bench. Make sure you're good and comfortable," he orders.
Tom nods, gasping for breath as he slowly straightens himself to his full height and crosses to the bench. He kneels down and then lays himself over it, shifting three to four times until he finds the spot that feels about as comfortable as he figures he'll get.
"Put your hands above your head," Craig says, walking to the head of the bench. "Up here. I'm going to bind your wrists," he adds, thinking it better to warn Tom than surprise him.
"Like this?" Tom asks, stretching himself along the bench so that his hands dangled over the edge. He scoots slightly further forward to solidify the feeling of being laid out for Craig.
Craig smiles. "Exactly like that." He plucks a pair of handcuffs from the cabinet, making sure he has the key and fastens them around Tom's wrists. Tight but not too tight. "How are those?" Determined to keep checking in, especially if Tom's as new to all of this as he claims.
Tom turns his wrists in the cuffs, shakes them slightly and then smiles. "Feel fine," he breathes out, wriggling a bit more into the bench and relaxing his shoulders into the feeling of being bound over his head.
"Now tell me..." Craig smiles. "What have you had used on you? Hands, belt, strap...?"
"Hands only...and mostly over someone's lap before." Tom turns his head to rest his cheek on the spanking bench, slowly relaxing into the feeling of being laid out as he was.
Craig groans softly at that. Hands only. And never like this. "Well, let's warm you up the way you're used to," he says, bringing his hand in against one cheek and then the other, watching Tom closely for his reaction.
Tom nods, breathing out and settling into the easy rhythm that Craig sets up. He sighs slightly, wriggling a tiny bit while his body reacts to the sensation and acclimates to being bent over the bench.
Encouraged by the wriggle, Craig slaps Tom harder and harder still, fingers trailing between his legs every few blows.
The hand spanking sensation is one that Tom knows, so he lets himself drift slightly. He responds to each increase in strength of the slaps and doubly so to the lighter touch of Craig's fingers between his legs.
With Tom nicely warmed up, Craig pulls a strap from the cabinets, hefting the thick smooth length of leather in his hand. "I'll start lightly with this," he tells Tom, snapping a leather cock ring into place around Tom's cock. "If you need me to ease up, just let me know."
"Yes, okay," Tom breathes out, his body heaving slightly from his panting. His skin was warmed nicely, but not on fire yet and Tom turns his head a bit to try relaxing further into the bench.
Starting nice and gentle, Craig brings the strap in against the back of Tom's thighs, slowly moving up over his ass and lower back to his shoulders, carefully avoiding his spine.
Tom moans softly, his body taking in the sensations and deciding how to translate them. His cock stiffens even more and he's acutely aware of the way it feels different from anything else he's ever felt.
"Like that, don't you?" Craig murmurs, eyeing Tom's erection. He grins and brings the slapper in harder, watching as Tom's skin starts to redden, his own cock jerking at the sight.
"Yes, Sir, I definitely like it." Tom moans with the harder strikes, feeling the heat and the tension sliding in and out of his skin.
"You look like you need something filling you though," Craig muses, stopping to run his fingers between Tom's legs, over and around his hole.
Shuddering, Tom moans and presses his body back slightly to show Craig how much he enjoys the attentions. He works at regulating his breathing some, taking the slightly respite from the strikes to bring himself back down.
Encouraged by the way Tom moves against his hand, Craig plucks another packet of lube from a drawer and picks out a not-too large butt plug. He slathers it with lube and then presses it to Tom's hole, slowly working it into him.
Tom catches his breath and stills while Craig works the plug into him. He feels his body stretch open to accept it just before it slowly tightens around the object and holds it in place. Breathing out, Tom shivers slightly and knows this is only going to make it that much better.
"Good boy," Craig says softly, watching for Tom's reaction to the word as he reaches between Tom's legs and gives his cock another few strokes.
Smiling and shivering at Craig's words, Tom wriggles slightly into his touch. He catches his breath when Craig skims over the tip of his cock causing him to tremble again.
Craig grins. "Let's try some more." He picks the slapper back up and brings it in against one cheek then the other, alternating for a half dozen strokes before bringing it in against the base of the plug.
Tom manages to hold on and breathe easily through the smacks of the slapper until Craig hits the plug. It causes Tom to cry out, his body shuddering through the sensation of the plug being rocked hard against his prostate. "God," he chokes out softly.
Now that's what he wants and Craig strikes the base of the plug again with the slapper, wanting more of those gorgeous sounds.
Choking out more sounds, Tom trembles on the bench. He pants harshly, whimpering with the pleasure of having his body worked so expertly.
"Beautiful," Craig murmurs, striking the plug with the slapper a couple more times, the way Tom moves in response making his cock ache almost painfully. "Now I'm going to switch out the strap for a flogger and we'll see how you like that."
"Yeah, okay," Tom takes a few quick, heaving gasps of breath. His body slowly starts to come down, relaxing into the slight break it's receiving.
Craig can't help but be impressed by the selection of whips and floggers he finds in the cabinet, everything clean and well-cared for. He chooses a heavy leather flogger, something with lots of thud versus sting, knowing the sensation'll be easier for someone new to this to settle into. He drags the tails between Tom's legs, teasing them over his cock and his hole.
"Oh god." Tom wriggles against the bench, thighs spreading slightly so he could feel the flogger trailing over his skin. He shudders when it scrapes his heated ass.
"Are you ready?" Craig asks, stroking the tails back and forth, his jeans tightening as he watches Tom move against the bench, back into the caress of the flogger.
"Yes, Sir." Tom breathes out, rocking his body in the spanking bench and soaking up the caress of the flogger on his skin. "I'm ready."
"Good." Craig starts at the back of Tom's thighs and slowly works up his back to his shoulders, establishing a nice easy rhythm.
Tom moans and rocks against the strikes, the tendrils of the flogger equally caressing and sharp against his already heated skin. Though nothing Craig does is overly sharp, Tom is still amazed that he's managing to take as much sensation as is coursing through him.
Responding to Tom's moans and the way he's moving under the flogger, Craig puts more strength behind his strokes, working over the same skin again and again, layering his blows.
Crying out every so often, when the flogger lands in a particularly sensitive spot, Tom continues to move with the strikes. His cock is hard and aching, the ring keeping him from finding fulfillment no matter how he responds to the flogger.
"So eager," Craig says softly, finally letting the flogger fall to his side. He runs his hand over Tom's heated skin then drags his nails lightly down his back, his cock throbbing hard, wanting to be buried inside the other man right now.
"Oh God," Tom shudders out a breath, the words quiet on the exhale. He trembles under that sharpness of Craig's nails, his body equally arching toward and away from the sensations.
"That's it," Craig says. "Don't fight it. Let me have your full reaction." He scrapes his nails over the same skin, digging them in deeper, his fingers trailing between Tom's legs again at the end, teasing over his hole, the tips pressing just in beside the plug.
"Ngh," Tom moaned, almost arching away from the scraping of Craig's nails and then pressing himself back onto Craig's fingers. He loved the way Craig was playing with his body, wanted to show him how much he enjoyed the torment.
"I was going to beat you more but now I'm so tempted to forget that and just fuck you," Craig murmurs, removing the plug and pushing two fingers inside Tom and twisting them.
"Oh please," Tom begs, his body opening to Craig's touches when he presses back for more.
Craig works his fingers deeper, adding a third and curling them so they rub over that spot again and again. He frees his cock from his jeans, grabs a condom from the pouch on the end of the bench, tearing open with his teeth, and slicks it on, cock jerking violently at his touch.
Tom trembles at Craig's touch. He blows out a breath when Craig slides his fingers out, trying to catch his breath before Craig fucks into him. The sounds of Craig ripping open the condom has Tom looking back over his shoulder.
Hissing a soft breath, Craig slides his hands up over the backs of Tom's thighs, fingers parting his cheeks, spreading them, his cock throbbing at the sight, at the desire to be buried inside the other man. "You look so good like this," he murmurs, lining up and slowly pushing in, the tight heat clenching his cock making his head swim.
"Oh," Tom breathes out when Craig lines up to his body. At the push inside, Tom drops his head forward on a long, low moan of pleasure. He flexed his muscles, feeling them clamp tighter around Craig and pull him deeper inside Tom's body.
"God, you're so tight." And there's nothing like a beating, like hot sensitized skin, to make a man even tighter. Craig groans and pushes deeper, rocking his hips as he gets all the way in.
Tom can't really move from his place on the bench, but his feels his body rock under Craig. "It's all so much, Sir. God," he breathes out, turning his head to the side and closing his eyes.
"As long as it's not too much," Craig murmurs, watching his cock go into Tom again and again as he slowly and steadily builds his pace.
"No, oh no, not that." Tom chuckles slightly, his breath shuddering out when Craig increases his pace enough to have Tom rocking against his body.
Fucking Tom harder and faster, Craig finally reaches under him, wrapping his hand around Tom's cock and stroking to match his thrusts.
"Oh god," Tom cries out, his entire body arching against Craig in a futile attempt to come around the cock ring. He whimpers at the painful pleasure spiking through his body, wanting and needing to come while soaking up the way that Craig was making him feel. "Please," he begged softly.
Craig smiles and shakes his head, wanting to drag things out a little longer. "You can do better than that," he says, careful to keep a bit of tease in tone.
Tom moans, his brain racing to catch up and to break through the intense feelings coursing through his body. "Sir," he gasps. "Oh god, please let me come, Sir." Rocking with Craig's thrusts, Tom closes his eyes and sinks into the feeling.
"Go ahead," Craig says, flicking the snap on the ring open. "You have permission."
"Oh fuck," Tom moans, his entire body tensing up and coming hard with Craig's next stroke into him. He trembles, riding out the sensations of his orgasm layered on top of the intense feeling of heat covering his ass and back.
Craig manages a couple more thrusts and then he's coming, hard, filling the condom with thick hot spurts.
Tom moans again when he feels Craig shake above him. He turns his head to the side, resting it on the bench and panting slightly while his entire body goes limp against the support it offers. "Oh my god," he manages to get out between panting breaths.
"Good?" Craig asks, smiling as he slowly eases out, gets the key for the handcuffs and unlocks them.
"Yeah, real good." Tom chuckles, slowly rotating his wrists and flexing his arms slightly. While he was completely comfortable tied to the bench, his body is now letting him know that it could use a bit of care. "That was quite something else."
"Go ahead and lie down and I'll grab you some water," Craig offers, judging that Tom looks able to get himself to the bed.
Tom pushes himself to his feet with only a slight grimace. He stretches his muscles out and slowly makes his way to the bed, crawling up on it and turning to sit cross legged. "Thanks," he says, belatedly. He's only peripherally aware of everything moving a bit in slow motion around him.
"Here." Craig comes back with a bottle of water and hands it over. "You don't exactly look like you need this," he says, showing Tom the tube of salve in his other hand. "Not if you can sit like that." He grins and sits down on the edge of the bed.
"Nah, it's hot, a bit itchy and kinda sore, but not painful." Tom grins and takes the water, drinking a few large gulps down. "It's a new feeling and I'm kinda trying to just see what it's like, you know?"
Craig nods, stretching out on the bed and watching Tom. "Are there other things you'd really like to try?"
"I'd like to try some more forms of bondage and maybe, someday if I can find someone who I trust enough, I'd like to try spending time as someone's boy for a weekend." Tom grins, stretches slowly and sips more of his water.
"Really?" That gets a huge smile from Craig, although he tries his best not to seem too eager or to jump on the idea.
Tom grins, pleased and surprised by Craig's reaction. "Yeah, it's definitely baby steps for me, but I really liked what we did tonight and I want to explore and try more with the bondage. I had no idea how freeing that would feel." He sips at his water, finishing off the bottle and then stretching out with a soft groan.
"I'd be happy to help you with any exploring if you're interested," Craig offers. "Of course there'll be lots of people willing to help you, but I'll give you my number and if there's something in particular or you want someone you've already scened with... " He trails off, smiling.
"I'd like that, thanks." Tom returns the smile, definitely comfortable enough with Craig after their scene to imagine doing more with him. "Even though I know people are vetted for this place, it's still such an individual thing to place your trust in them, you know?"
"Definitely," Craig nods. "It's a huge thing. Especially when you're first experimenting and you're not a hundred per cent sure of your own responses."
Tom nods and then yawns. He smiles sheepishly at Craig and stretches on the comfortable bed. "How long have you been in the scene?" he asks, slowly getting tired but still wanting to talk.
"Since my early 20s, but that was in Toronto, and once I started acting I put a stop to being part of the actual local scene. My friend Colm suggested Citadel after we had a little talk one night." He gives Tom another smile and pulls the covers up over their legs and hips.
"That makes a lot of sense. I happened into completely on accident." Tom chuckles and then rolls onto his side to look at Craig. "My buddy kinda dragged me down to the LA club on a weekend and it exploded from there."
"So you weren't kinky before that? Or this is the first time you've explored more?" Craig says, stretching out and moving a little closer, his knee touching Tom's leg.
Tom shakes his head. "Not really kinky before that. My wife and I played around with it at times, but she and I are both cut from the same cloth and neither of us found it to be all that exciting together." He chuckles, and then shrugs. "I hadn't really thought about trying it out beyond that until this place and now I'm kinda like a kid in a candy store."
"Speaking of which," Craig grins. "Have you been in the shop downstairs?"
"No, actually I haven't." Tom blinks at the realization. "Never really occurred to me to stop in and check it out."
"Well, if you're able to stay the night," Craig says, figuring he might as well put it out there. "We could take a look in the morning after breakfast?"
Tom grins. "Yeah, that'd be great." He yawns again and then hides his face in the pillow. "Sorry," he mumbles, rolling his head back toward Craig.
Craig smiles. "Don't worry about it. I'm tired too," he says, leaning in and kissing Tom, nice and slow and soft. "We can go to sleep now if you want."
"Yeah," Tom agrees, yawning again and then rolling toward Craig, seeking out some more contact. "Not sure I can keep my eyes open."
"Then don't try," Craig says, wrapping his arm around Tom's waist and pressing close. "Go to sleep."
Tom nods, yawns again and settles into the comfort of sleeping with someone beside him.
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