The Blister Boyz
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Blister Boyz — Ch. 41: Nightmare at Omega House (part 2)
Troy Manning – Heat Blister
Jason Klein – Ice Hazer
David Mercer – Smaqdown
Dennis Lowder – The Humiliator
Walt Hemingway – Major Fry
Brian Tannon – Murky Menace
Jorge Vasquez – Poison Punisher
Keith Grady – The Sticking Point
Argus entered Dennis's dreams, fully expecting an almost frighteningly well-ordered mind. He was not disappointed. His brain was practically like a computer operating system, full of various folders and menus of stored information.
There were both bonuses and challenges for a dream mage when his target had a well-ordered mind. On the bonus side, it was very easy to sort through Dennis's memories and psychology. After about ten minutes of exploring Dennis's subfolder titled “Blister Boyz,” he discovered that Walt was on the hunt trying to figure out who attacked Andrew Porter. Walt had not yet reported back about what he learned from Andrew and Troy as yet, so Argus had not yet discovered Ambush Viper's secret. Still, Master Manacle will want to know that the Blister Boyz were investigating.
On the bad side, it was very hard to manipulate the dreams of a very ordered mind. These guys tended to have pretty lucid dreams and a lot of subconscious self-control. Brian's dreams were easy to mess with. Dennis would be much harder.
Tonight, Dennis was dreaming up new hazing games for his pledges. His imagination was working overtime and as he stood in the center of a dream representation of the frat basement, bits and pieces came together like building blocks. The pledges appeared and disappeared, moved into various positions, manipulated, posed in various ways. David popped into the dream and laid down the paddle hard on the pledges' bared bottoms in various contexts. The young man had an extremely quick mind. Ideas were put together and taken apart in a blur of mental activity.
Argus noted that Dennis had a folder titled just David tucked deep within his Blister Boyz memories. But when Argus accessed it, he discovered it was actually full of more dreams and memories than any other mental storage system in Dennis's mind. “Aha,” Argus thought to himself. When somebody tried to hide away a huge chunk of their thoughts and dreams deep within their own mind, this meant there was usually something significant there.
Argus started plumbing through Dennis's dreams about David, and it didn't take long to realize that Dennis was very much attached to the musclebound jock. David submitting to Dennis was to be expected from an Enforcer and an Equalizer, but it was much deeper than simple disciplinary responsibility. Dennis had filed away dreams and memories not just of punishing David and having rough sex; he also had stored many deep conversations between the two of them as they tried to plot out their own futures as they became superheroes.
The boy was in love with David, Argus concluded. Dennis didn't quite know what to do about it or how to approach it, so he was pushing it all deep into his mind until he reached a point in his life where he could address his feelings.
Argus also noted an unusual representation embedded within Dennis's dreams of David. There was some sort of bar scale – a thermometer of sorts. The temperature seemed to vary from dream to dream. In Dennis's dreams about punishing David, the temperature was all the way to the top. Ah, Argus thought, this was how Dennis interpreted David's need to be punished. Dennis used his psychic powers to take David's “temperature” to determine whether David subconsciously needed his ass beat. Once it reached a certain level, Dennis obliged and David went to bed crying that night. Right now, David's punishment temperature was low, but it slowly increased every time he hazed a pledge.
Argus considered the idea of monkeying with the scale in Dennis's dreams. This could possibly result in Dennis misreading David and punishing him at the wrong time, creating abuse energy. But there were some problems there. First of all, now that the Blister Boyz were aware of the nature of discipline and abuse energy, they had developed a heightened awareness of punishment going wrong. Second, David now had that damned magic watch that glowed blue for discipline energy and red for abuse energy. Dennis would realize fairly quickly his mistake.
Dennis represented a long game. Argus's ultimate goal was to turn Dennis into a Tormentor, the evil counterpart of the Equalizer. Tormentors revel in inflicting pain and abuse on the powerful in order to control them. The Adepts of Discipline hadn't worked it out yet, but Spanktank of the Freakshow was influenced by the Tormentor personality, among others (including, strangely, the Slave). He really enjoyed taking heroes down a notch and paddling their backsides good and raw for no reason other than his own pleasure. Nemesis, Walt's evil father, was also heavily influenced by the Tormentor archetype.
The problem was getting Dennis under his control. Argus needed to trick Dennis into voluntarily submitting to punishment for his magic influence to work. Otherwise his powerful mind would resist and he'd eventually break Argus's hold. Except, a quick search of Dennis's frat memories did not show any memories or dreams of Dennis seeking out or craving discipline. He appeared to be almost entirely a top.
But Argus knew better. After all, David was almost entirely a top – except to Dennis. Dennis had to have fantasized about submitting to punishment from somebody in his life. Argus set to work quietly rifling through Dennis's subconsciousness, looking for a clue. This was going to take a few nights.
The fruits of Dennis's dream labor paid off with the next day's pledge hazing games. The pledges were set up in two teams of five. Four from each team were in rather precarious positions: bound, gagged and tied to the dildo fucking machine stools they were introduced to during the frat tour. The machines were currently off, but it was clear that this situation would change for one poor group. Their backsides were already thoroughly red from hazing swats from their big brothers.
The remaining two pledges, Ryan and Kyle, had been selected to decide the fate of their teammates. Their hands were bound behind their backs and each of them stood in front of a pathway of squares on the floor of the frat basement. There were eight squares for each of them, leading up to David, sitting at the other end on a stool, holding his favorite OTK paddle. The remaining two dildo stools stood next to him.
The squares on the floor were made of the triggering tiles from several dance rhythm video games Dennis and David had repurposed for darker use. They were connected by wires to the stools. Stepping on the wrong (or right – depending on your point of view) square would “arm” the dildo stools. The final square before David on each side set the timer for the stools on that side to 30 minutes and then turned them on. So if Ryan and Kyle cared about their teammates, they did not want to have to take any steps forward.
Dennis was standing next to David with a list of trivia questions about the frat. Ryan and Kyle had to alternate between answering the questions properly. Answer it right and stay where you were. Answer it wrong and take a step forward. Eight steps forward brought the loser to David. Not only would this trigger the fucking machines on the losing team, the losing contender would be bent over David's knee for a sixty-second ride and then tied on the final stool for a 60-minute dildo session. The members of the winning team would be released and be free to continue their day.
Dennis and David, though, did what they could to play with the odds. All the hardcore bottoms like Rico were on Kyle's team. Kyle knew little about the frat before he joined and was likely to get more questions wrong, unlike Ryan, who was a legacy and had plenty of frat trivia paddled into his backside by his brothers. Furthermore, Dennis noted Kyle's massive erection at Rico's paddling at David's hands when they became official pledges. His enthusiastic comments about it later to Keith sealed his fate as David's next victim.
The more top-oriented brothers, like Vincent, were on Ryan's team. Not that Vincent knew of this manipulation, so he was sweating bullets once again, sitting on a stool on Ryan's team. He had never been fucked before. Jorge had warned him that he was going to have to endure some dildo sessions before becoming a brother, just like he had to endure the paddle swats. The game turned out to be closer than Dennis and David figured. Ryan did activate Vincent's stool with a wrong answer. When the stool “armed,” the dildo slowly, relentlessly pushed into its victim's vulnerable bottom as far as it went and stayed there, waiting for the final activation or, hopefully, release. Vincent whimpered in his gag as the dildo slowly forced its way in. It was only a couple of inches long and slightly thicker than a finger, but it hurt like hell. His rectal muscles automatically started quivering and squeezing, trying to push it back out, without luck.
Ultimately, fortunately for Vincent, Ryan did end up winning. Kyle missed his last question. The young skateboarder winced and apologized to the rest of his team as he took the final step forward. The final pressure pad activated and Rico and three other pledges started whimpering as the dildos started pounding their constantly sore bottoms. It wasn't as rough as what David did to Brian during the tour, but it was a pretty solid machine fuck.
David gestured with his finger for Kyle to approach. Kyle cringed as he stepped toward David (though his erection was already growing).
“Let's see how well you bounce this time,” David said, referring to Kyle's nickname of “Bouncer.” David threw the lightweight guy over his lap – David was practically twice his size – with his hands still bound behind him and introduced him to the sixty-second ride. Kyle yelled, cried and bounced up and down across David's knee as the paddle blistered his jock-clad bottom. As Dennis went around and freed the winning team from the bondage, David completed Bouncer's paddling. David then picked him up bodily and plunked him down on the final stool on his team's side, strapping the crying skater down. Kyle yelped with pain as his blistered ass made harsh contact with the round seat frame of the wood stool. Once in position, David flipped the switch and Kyle joined his fellow pledges in getting the inside of his ass as hazed as the outside had been.
Later that same day, Walt and Troy called a Blister Boyz meeting at Blitz Tower, so there wouldn't be any issues of the pledges overhearing what was going on. Andrew Porter arranged for the heroes to get a tour of the empty floor of the tower that would someday become the Blister Boyz' headquarters, and at Troy's request, sat in on their meeting.
“We are close to what may well be a breakthrough on Mr. Porter's attack,” Troy said. “But we're still not sure where it will lead. I'll let Walt fill you all in on his latest theory.”
Walt explained that it was unlikely that Crey Industries would have disposed of the chemical that gave them all their powers and it was very likely that there may be others out there with similar abilities, with bad intent, who may have made the connection with various media reports of their behavior.
“Right now the Adepts of Discipline are sorting through stored DVDs of punishment incidents recorded around the time frame where the chemicals were disposed,” Andrew said. “We know Crey uses prisoners in their biogenetic experiments, so we're focusing on Paragon City's prison. Jacob Brass has tangled with Crey a few times in this area and he's out knocking some heads and trying to get some info his own way.”
“So you think this invisible ninja got his powers the same way we did?” Jorge asked. “I don't understand though. Why would you think this? Why would we have attacked Andrew?”
“Well,” Troy explained. “The attacker was eavesdropping on our conversations, we believe. He overheard a discussion I was having with Mr. Porter, and we think the subject matter inspired the attack.”
“What were you talking about?” David asked. Troy and Andrew looked at each other.
“A chemical called PSGE-398,” Troy said. “That's what gave you your powers. We recovered the chemicals you were exposed to and rather than disposing them, have learned how to synthesize it. I was showing some samples to Troy when the man attacked. He destroyed the samples before he stabbed me.”
Silence spun out for a few moments.
“Of course,” Dennis said finally. “Why didn't that occur to any of us?”
“I know,” Walt said. “It's so obvious now. But remember we didn't know about Oranbega or the secret war going on when we first exposed the chemical.”
“Wait, guys, I don't get it,” Keith said.
“They can create more heroes,” Jason said. His gaze was fixed on his boyfriend, Troy. “Think about it, Keith. If the founders originally created Omega Upsilon Chi to counteract the forces of abuse, anything that could give us the upper hand is worth exploring. And they got their hands on a chemical that could serious ramp up a guy's ability to withstand discipline and fight back against the agents of abuse as well. Who would you be considering as candidates?”
“The pledges?” Keith asked.
“Exactly,” Jason said. His gaze hadn't left Troy, who could practically feel him glaring at him. Jason's younger brother, Ryan, was one of the pledges.
“Okay, that's an issue for later though,” Dennis said. “So this guy doesn't want you to make more heroes?”
“I think he might have lashed out in anger,” Walt said. “He was probably tortured as part of the development of the chemical, and as a prisoner, may have already had violent tendencies. He didn't kill Mr. Strong, even though he very well could have.” Troy nodded.
“He went for the chemical first,” Troy said. “Then he slashed at Mr. Porter. I think he did that to distract us for his escape.”
“What do we do now?” David asked.
“Wait for research to pan out,” Troy said. “But we need to be prepared to group up for a confrontation soon.
Troy knew that Jason was upset because he had completely clammed up on the way home. Jason did that. He was known as such a nice guy that he tended to keep his own anger to himself and push it down, an interesting quirk for somebody so adept at psychology.
The others went down to harass the pledges some more so everything appeared normal. Troy and Jason retired to their room. Jason said nothing as he stripped down to his jock and flopped down on the bed. Troy looked over his boyfriend's massive, muscular bottom with lust, though he knew there wouldn't be any play tonight. Jason's ass was, of course, dark red and covered with blisters all over the large round surface of his cheeks. He was still using the “bun warmers” that Dennis had invented. The constant heat burned his ass all day long, the pain forcing him to keep focus on using his challenging ice manipulation powers. They had been quite successful, though Jason still had a tendency to fall on his butt now and then trying to slide on his ice slicks in battle. Troy knew of Jason's secret enjoyment of falling on his ass though, and considered it an amusing bonus, rather than a problem.
Troy stripped down to his jock as well, and pulled a tube of aloe cream out of the nightstand to rub on Jason's ass. It was completely unneeded; Jason's ass would be completely healed by morning, but Troy was not one to give up a chance to fondle the big guy. Disappointingly, Jason didn't moan in pleasure the way he usually did when Troy rubbed, spanked, fucked or did anything to his ass.
“How long were you going to wait to tell us?” Jason asked.
“I made a promise to Andrew.”
“You were absolutely furious when you found out Andrew was keeping Oranbega a secret from us!”
“I know. I was wrong to get so upset. He had good reason and I got my ass beat good and raw over it.”
Jason said nothing. He didn't entirely disagree, though he didn't like it either.
“We won't do anything to Ryan without his total understanding and agreement.” Troy said. Jason rolled over and glared at him.
“You know he's going to say yes!” Jason said. “You damned well know he will! He loves nothing more than to be useful!”
“Is that such a bad thing?” Troy asked. Jason sat up.
“Troy, I got shot in the arm in our first big fight!” Jason said. “Walt ended up in the hospital when he first tried being a hero. Jorge got kidnapped and dragged down into the sewers by a brutal lunatic! Andrew himself almost got killed!”
“This is a lot more than hot punishment scenes with guys who are 'naughty.' Ryan's my little brother and I'm supposed to be protecting him!”
“Jason, I don't understand this!” Troy said. “You love being a part of this. I know you do! I've never seen you so happy and focused on your future since we were transformed!”
“Yes, but that's me! And I didn't have a choice anyway!”
“Ryan will. It's the same as our decision to embrace our relationship with the Adepts of Discipline.” Jason flopped back down on his stomach and stuck his ass up just slightly. Troy picked up the hint and started massaging the blistered cheeks again.
“He practically looks like a superhero already,” Jason muttered. “Watch, he'll make his overalls his costume!” Troy laughed.
“I'm going to make sure he understands everything bad that has happened to us before he makes a choice, Troy,” Jason said. “He needs to know it's not all penny pushes and swat trading with the bad guys.”
“I understand,” Troy purred, kneading Jason's cheeks nice and hard. Finally, Jason relented and started to moan with pleasure.
Around 2 a.m., Jason and his fellow football linemen were getting their asses paddled good and raw. Fortunately for them, it was just in Dennis's dream.
Dennis was fantasizing about having the big boys lined up on the football field in three point stance in full uniform. Their spandex pants had been pulled down, exposing their massive bottoms standing in a row at the fifty-yard line. Using his telekinesis, Dennis had a collection of floating frat paddlse swatting away at each quivering ass. The men growled and whimpered as their cheeks turned dark red under the extremely heavy swats, but none of them broke position.
Dennis really does go for the big guys, Argus thought to himself as he watched for a bit. Typical for an Equalizer to want to bring the big guys down to size. It starts off manifesting as a desire to punish physically large dudes, like football players, bodybuilders and beefy studs like David. Eventually it matures into a desire to make sure any powerful man uses his position responsibly. Though Argus intended to see what he can do about corrupting Dennis down a different path.
After thinking through the situation of Dennis's deep, organized memories for the past day back at the Brotherhood headquarters, Argus decided that the key he was looking for would likely be in his memories and fantasies involving David. He needed to find some sort of evidence that Dennis had an urge to receive discipline rather than just dish it out. He needed to corrupt that fantasy to get control of the man. He doubted that Dennis fantasized about being punished by David, but because of the close bond the two of them shared, he might have confided in him or asked the burly boxer about his own discipline needs.
Exploring the boxes of David memories Dennis had filed away (while keeping an eye out and enjoying the punishment of the football players), Argus began to sort. As much as he wanted to watch the many, many punishment fantasies Dennis had involving David, he knew the answer he sought wasn't there. Nor were they in the sex scenarios. It seemed as though David was a 99 percent top for spanking, but 50-50 versatile for sex, so Dennis fucked him quite frequently. After the sex, there were frequently discussions where they talked about hazing games and such before falling asleep, so Argus started listening through those.
God, they were dull. It was much less interesting to watch two guys talk about spanking than it was to watch them blistering each other's butts. In the meantime, Dennis had started dreaming about paddling other beefy heroes of Paragon City who weren't part of the Blister Boyz, which Argus found intriguing. Maybe it wouldn't be too hard to corrupt Dennis after all if he found the right trigger?
After about three hours of conversations, Argus finally found the conversation he was looking for. Dennis and David were tangled up in bed in Dennis's room after sex.
“Can I ask you something without you trying to figure out my agenda?” Dennis asked eventually.
“Heh, I'll try not to,” David said.
“How did you figure out that you needed to bottom for paddlings now and then?”
“Tell me not to read too much into it and then you go and ask that? Jesus!” David laughed. Dennis punched him in the shoulder.
“It was Coach Baldwin,” David said after a bit.
“The football coach?” Dennis asked. Argus raised an eyebrow. Garrett Baldwin, Paragon University's beefy Texas-native football coach, was well-known by the Circle of Thorns. Despite just being a human with no magic skills or super powers whatsoever, he was one of the biggest forces of discipline in the city, certainly up there with Andrew Porter. The man knew how to bust ass, and more importantly, when and how much. He was an Enforcer like David. Argus had attempted to corrupt the man through his dreams years ago and failed terribly.
“Yeah, we had a frat contest when I was a sophomore and won the 'coach's prize,'” David explained. “I had absolutely no idea what it was at the time.”
“You didn't know?” Dennis laughed.
“Oh, no,” David said. “You should have seen the smirks on guys' faces when I went to collect it. I had already developed a reputation as an alpha dog. I left his office with a whooooole new understanding of myself.”
When Garrett Baldwin, a six-foot-six, muscular, gruff authoritarian man with close-cropped brown hair and perfectly groomed mustache and goatee combination, took over Paragon University's football coaching duties a decade ago, the program was in a bit of trouble. The jocks were exceedingly undisciplined. This was not a problem for Baldwin, who was more than happy to lay his thick wooden paddle across the tail of any player causing problems or slacking off.
But he soon hit the same problem David often had trying to maintain order at the frat. The guys craved discipline and would act out for the purpose of being paddled. And since there were so many players it was hard to keep all the boys' asses in a state where they didn't want to earn another paddling for a couple of days.
After struggling through his first season, Garrett sat down and thought through a discipline plan. The first thing he did was institute squad-based discipline and punishment. The players were grouped in teams of four. If one person in the group fucked up, all four of them in the squad got paddled raw. This put peer pressure on the less troublesome players to keep their buddies in line. And only the biggest jerks on the team wanted to be responsible for somebody else getting paddled who didn't deserve it.
But his real act of genius was figuring out an incentive for players to attempt to actually raise their game and become more competitive. On the first day of practice for his second season he gathered all the players and promised them that the man who worked the hardest and improved the most that day would get a special prize. He didn't tell the guys what the prize was.
Not knowing what the prize was, most of the jocks behaved as usual. The best players, though, competed hard for the honor. By the end of practice, Coach Baldwin grew very impressed by the successes of a halfback who managed to break through the defense a number of times in some scrimmages. So once the young men were all back in the locker rooms and stripped down to their jocks, the coach declared him the winner.
Everybody now wondered what the prize would be. Coach Baldwin gestured the muscular young man into his office for his reward. The boy swaggered in, still just his jock strap. He was subsequently then shocked to have the coach grab him by the shoulder, sit down on a stool in his office, and drag him over his knee. The halfback resisted, upset at the idea he was going to get his ass beat as a reward. But he didn't really understand what was about to happen.
Coach Baldwin set his paddle down and after forcing the struggling halfback across his knees into a punishment position (with the other stunned players gathered outside the office watching the whole thing) raised a beefy hand up and gave the boy a good, hard SMACK! on his right cheek. The halfback yelped in surprise. He followed up with a SMACK! on the left cheek. He started a good old-fashioned hand spanking as the halfback protested. But then something interesting began to happen: The player's protests started to fade as the spanking began to turn his muscular bottom a nice bright pink. Coach Baldwin was a master at hand spanking. He was more than capable of blistering a guy's ass without even using a paddle. But he wasn't doing that here. He knew these boys' limits from padding them up and down the football field for a year. He knew how to apply exactly the right kind of pressure and provide just enough pain so that the spanking stayed at level that was very pleasurable for anybody into punishment. Indeed, after two minutes the halfback's protests had turned into moans. His struggles had stopped and he lay across Baldwin's lap, raising his ass up, subconsciously begging for the spanking to continue. A massive erection caused his cock to pop out of his cup, hanging down visible between the player's legs as he lay over the coach's lap. The other players watched this all play out with amazement.
The spanking went on for fifteen whole minutes. At no point beyond those early protests did the player ask the coach to stop. Indeed, he was just solidly moaning over and over for the finally five minutes of hand spanking. The player's ass was good and red, but not blistered. The cheeks were quivering, but it was apparent that these were spasms of ecstasy, not pain. When it was all over, Garrett stood the halfback up. He flushed with embarrassment at his erection on display and looked around stunned at the other players.
“There's yer prize,” Coach Baldwin said in his Texan drawl. “One of you boys're gonna win this prize every day, y'all hear? Every day the best player is gonna get what he just got.”
The halfback rubbed his backside in amazement as he rejoined the other players in the locker room. When his buddies asked him if he was okay, he marveled that he was more than okay. That was the most amazing spanking he had ever gotten. He could take another fifteen minutes. He wanted another fifteen minutes. He wanted to march back into the office and demand another spanking.
Sure enough, Garrett's plan was a huge success. Out of curiosity, several players started really pushing themselves at practice, wondering what the coach's spankings felt like. The second day, a different player won and was given the exact same treatment. He agreed with the first player that the spanking was amazing and he wanted more. Soon, football players were all competing for the honor of getting put across Coach Baldwin's knee and the team's game improved by leaps and bounds.
And so the term “coach's prize” was coined, referring to the use of spanking as a reward rather than punishment. Obviously, such spankings weren't as intense as punishment paddlings, and so served as an encouragement rather than a disincentive to men who were motivated by pain. The Adepts of Discipline also invented the term “Baldwin's Plateau” in reference to these spankings. Baldwin's Plateau referred to the phase of corporal punishment that managed to perfectly balance pain and pleasure stimuli. Every guy motivated by pain desired a decent amount of time on this plateau before having his pain limits pushed. Garrett Baldwin was, as far as the adepts knew, the best at keeping guys in that zone of perfection, so it seemed appropriate to name it after him.
Coach Baldwin offered up his prizes in various contests and frat auctions after the football season was over, and any member of any frat at Paragon U (not just Omega Upsilon Chi) could claim a coach's prize for any semester where he earned a 4.0 GPA.
“So what was it like?” Dennis asked.
“It was fucking hot,” David said. “I freaked out just like everybody else when he put me over his knee, but, damn, it felt so good. This awesome combination of pleasure and pain that never ended. You know what edge play is? It was like that, but for your ass instead of your dick, feeling like you're approaching some sort of orgasm but never quite getting there.”
“Wow,” Dennis said.
“I was hard as a rock when it was over, just like everybody else. If there is any tiny part of you that wants to raise that ass up for a spanking, Coach Baldwin will find it.” Dennis didn't say anything, but looked thoughtful.
“You should give it a try,” David said.
“I told you not to guess my agenda,” Dennis said. “Do I have to punish you now?”
“Think you can?” David dared. Dennis narrowed his eyes. His powers were still active. Without a word, he used his psychic skills to take over David's body and forced him to his knees, doggie-style, on the bed. Dennis climbed off the bed for a moment to grab the Lexan paddle he bought just for David. Then he turned and with a very quick motion, smacked it hard across David's raised ass with both hands. CRACK! David gasped with pain.
As David's punishment went on, Argus grinned in an invisible corner of Dennis's mind. The boy did wonder. Coach Baldwin, of course. That would be perfect. Dennis knew the coach, so would be inclined to trust the man in his dreams. But to be sure, Argus wanted to have Dennis receive the coach's prize in the real world to have that experience. Then he would be more likely to submit to Argus if he posed as the coach in his dreams.
With a quiet chant, Argus programmed Dennis's mind to replay this conversation in his dreams each night for the time being. He needed to jump into Coach Baldwin's dreams and suggest to the guy that perhaps there's an Omega brother who has earned his attention but hasn't sought it out. Once the two of them got together, Argus would finally be able to set Dennis up to become his slave, and then corrupt him for his own ends.
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