[ eddie's nice and descriptive and detailed, and he hums with quiet amusement as he paints a picture of who he expects him to be. he's turned on, too, his cock hard in his jeans, but he's not compelled to do anything about it yet, content to read eddie's incoming messages knowing just how much he must be straining to touch himself. ]
Interesting plan.
[ he will neither confirm nor deny. ]
Are you just gonna ask if they want to fuck? Seems like you might get some false positives. You probably have to be a little more specific to figure out if it's me.
Take another picture, and tell me what you want to call me.
[ you a sir or a daddy or a master type, or none of the above? ]
[ of course though, not a single iota of detail revealed to glean more from. ]
Sure, not wrong about that.
Could you keep straight if I asked right to your face if you were planning on fucking me against a wall before the end of the night? Cause I could just try that.
[ turns out it turns him on even more to be asked for more pictures, to get to take and send them. he holds the camera out in front of himself this time, direct facing shot of his dick, legs spread a bit more to get his balls in view. there’s a small patch of slick wetness on this stomach from how aroused he’s gotten, body hair twisting and sticky in the splotch.
is he usually this obedient? not unless there’s a dominant man interested in fucking him, and it’s clear from how hard he is that he’s aching.
names like those, he hasn’t used them before, though he’s in the midst of a daddy kink awakening with someone else in town. so, he opts for the other choice he’s read in these texts, usual creativity a touch muted with his horniness. ]
I’d try out sir Not really one for exactly following or respecting authority though… You think it would work out, that being the case?
[ it's not that often he gets to be a part of someone really figuring out all of this for themselves for the first time, and there's something nice about that. nice to help, but also nice to leave a bit of a mark on someone that they'll remember, a raw, possessive thrill -- eddie mentions trying out sir, and he'll only be supportive of that experimentation. ]
We'll try it out. You let me know if you want to try something different.
You are being a good boy for me so far. Cock getting wet just from our little chat?
[ following authority doesn't seem to be a problem when it's a strange man over the network telling him not to touch himself and to send him pictures. wash looks over the photo in quiet appreciation, starting to thumb idly at the front of his own jeans.
he doesn't comment on whether or not he could keep straight ( he could, an unnervingly good liar whenever he puts his mind to it ). ]
So you find your man who you think looks and feels the bill and you're gonna go right up to him and ask were you planning on fucking me against the wall tonight, Sir? And what happens if they aren't me but they're feeling a little opportunistic, Eddie? I'm not gonna be the only one who takes an interest in fucking the cute boy with the guitar.
[ ‘sir’ has usually been reserved for men who demand it as leverage. teachers, shitty fathers, people with fragile egos. Eddie would never use the formality of his own accord. it’s not customary in Indiana as in the south, his 1966 birth year and 1986 current timeline having some remnants of the past where that respect had been demanded.
he knows his usage of the term isn’t the same, can feel it in his bloodstream making him throb. still, they’ll see. he likes to communicate as best he knows how, willing to share what’s on his mind as it pops up.
he’s confident that he doesn’t follow authority well, that at the front of his mind even if he’s contradicting it.
fuck this guy really is making this difficult, the whole not touching himself. especially when he’s alone, wants to just strip his clothes the rest of the way off and pump his cock to completion. ]
Yeah. Doing my best, but it’s getting hard to keep my hands from doing what they should be doing.
[ who knows what he expects to get from that. permission? probably. ]
I mean, a hookup sounds like the easiest answer to that. More fucking?
Or do you wanna be the only one to fuck me throughout this little game?
[ there we go. wash would clearly never be so presumptive to suggest being so blatantly possessive over someone he hasn't really met, whom he doesn't even know has any interest in that kind of thing yet . . . but if they bring it up themselves, whether or not they're gently prompted into it. who is he to say no. ]
What if I do want that?
[ just a simple question, echoed back, because he will make eddie say it. that he wants that, too. ]
You're doing good, Eddie. Hang on a little longer for me. Take another one, too. Show me how good you're doing.
[ he might personally be switching a little between harder demands and more gentle encouragement. it's a little to get the sense of how eddie responds to both, though that's limited when he can't actually see him, but also mostly because while he does want to push him ( wash always wants to push people ) eddie so far registers as someone who needs and wants a guiding hand as much as a controlling one. wash can provide that.
but it sure isn't permission to touch himself yet. ]
Guess I'd have to keep my questioning a little more subtle then, if I was willing to wait for just you. Which I am, in this case. Would probably make me want it even more from you.
[ seems like a big ask, but he's following how his dick reacts to any new or specific idea.
there are little groans, maybe a whine when his balls start feeling tighter, a slide of his back down the chair as if this is exhausting, as if he couldn't just stroke himself whenever he pleases.
he's praised for doing good, though, and shit if that doesn't keep him maintaining composure to resist, to stay determined for this incredibly kinky, sexy stranger. ]
Ok, since you're asking so nicely.
[ shooting pictures off when requested sure must be an indication that he'd do it no matter how he's asked, but the softness in that text is thrilling too. he'd said he wanted to be called good, after all, and really, he's finding that he wants more of that.
planning isn't his forte, but details when he cares about something are, so he considers what angle to take another photo from. he props the camera up on a desk, standing sideways, shirt pulled up, a profile shot of his cock and ass, and it really does take everything in his power not to grab onto himself as the timer snaps the photo for him. the background is just a regular office room: clearly someone's not doing their work, thank goodness none of it's time sensitive. he sends it off, settling back into the chair. ]
Am I still being good enough? Sir?
[ if the heat spreading out into his thighs, the tight way his cock twitches, are any indication, saying that title's probably gonna work out. ]
[ starting to get a little more creative with his photos now. wash appreciates it, takes a few moments to look at the photo -- and the environment he's in, clearly supposed to be doing work. so much for that. he studies him for a few moments, idly popping open the front of his jeans, easing his fingers in to let his fingers graze over his cock as he eyes eddie's profile, following the curve of his ass.
again he lets that linger for a while, giving eddie a bit of silence before he taps out a reply. ]
Such a good boy for me.
You can touch yourself now. Nice and slow. As if I'm right there watching you, so put on a show, and listen to me carefully.
[ he could ask for video, or a live feed, but he's not going to. he's also not going to specify that he wants eddie to ask him before he comes: he wants him to reach that conclusion himself, if he does. ]
I don't want you to keep the questioning subtle.
You're going to ask them as crudely and directly as you can. And when you're wrong, you're going to have to tell them that they can't fuck you. You'll tell them that you're saving your ass for me, but as apology for getting them worked up, you can let them fuck your mouth, as long a they take a picture of you on your knees with your tongue out all covered in come, and they make sure you swallow it all after, like a good boy.
You can't touch your cock when you're sucking them off, either. You'll send me that picture first. And then I'll let you.
[ a very purposeful shift from i want you to do this to you will do this, though it might get lost in everything else he's saying. also purposeful. ]
[ the delay is an eternity that causes Eddie to shift in place, desperate for friction, hard through those moments that feel thick with intent. he's antsy, feet shifting in place as he stares uselessly at his phone for a reply.
when it comes, his toes curl in, cock twitching and flooding with a whole new batch of demand as he gets the green light to finally touch himself. his lip gets a hard bite, features creasing at the idea of going slow, but he obeys that too, staring at the head of his cock to catch wetness there, dragging his palm along it in a squeeze and moan of relief before he grips his shaft. steady and slow, focus somehow honed in and hard on reading rather than going to town.
the directions are pretty damn thorough, detailed and driving his hand a bit quicker, licking his lips as the imagery splashes up in mind. he always could picture any fantasy, sexual or otherwise, pretty well. he's too heady to consider if that's a blessing or a curse in this moment, palming over the tip of his dick again as he does his best to type one-handed.
the command is hot, this guy's tone clearly building on itself, swinging and hitting further intrigue in Eddie. ]
crystal clear, each detail. fuck if I could do subtle anyway
so you're gonna watch to see if that I'm doing it? going off to a dark corner or the bathroom with guys who get all worked up and take me up on delivering that kind of apology?
should I keep my jeans on until you tell me to take em off, too?
[ he's contemplating if he should be more descriptive about how he's feeling in the moment too, how close he'd be to coming if he could just stroke harder, but he leaves the texts there, clutching onto the phone with one hand in anticipation of another reply. ]
[ absolutely going to make you make a mess all over your jeans.
wash has settled himself on one side of his couch, one hand thumbing over his device, the other slowly working over his cock freed from his jeans. easy, languid strokes, just watching as eddie's replies come in, fast and eager. so willing to surrender so much to a complete stranger. he really should be more careful. he's lucky that wash's ill intentions are bent towards things they both enjoy. but wash can't help but find that endearing and attractive all at one, someone in over their head but ready to say yes to just about anything, and isn't it nice to get ahold of a sweet boy like that.
he's all too happy to keep playing into eddie's imagination. ]
Maybe. [ it would be a breach of their little game, but wash briefly considers pretending even if eddie did find him. just to see him explain that his ass belongs to someone else for now, actually, no he doesn't know who it is, but as long as you help him take a picture of it when you come all over his tongue he can let you fuck his mouth instead. ] Bet you'd make a pretty sight on that dirty bathroom floor, wouldn't you? On your knees with your mouth wide open and ready for cock and come.
Does it feel good jacking off to a stranger's words? Bet it feels real good, knowing that you're listening to everything I want you to do and you don't even know who I am, what I look like, what I sound like. You don't know anything about me and you're still gonna let me order you to swallow from even more strange men, still gonna let me make sure your ass is just mine, and I bet you're getting close just from reading this and imagining what I might sound like when I've got my cock inside you spreading you open and I'm telling you how good you are for me.
Are you being good for me? [ working his hand over himself at the same easy pace, even slowing slightly as some pre leaks from his slit, thumbing over his head with a small, pleased sound and lingering in that for a little bit before he sends the next line. ] Prove it.
Take another picture and ask me pretty please, and I'll give you a reward.
[ Eddie's track record for exploration has been solidly full of pros, having met kind and considerate people, even those with darker edges having has his pleasure and wishes in mind. he's only been in the city for a bit over two months, and everything's been coming up Munson. his initial pause as to if stepping into this fray with a stranger has long since vanished, his young man brain fueled by curious gut instincts.
he smiles at the jeans suiting him when he's all hard and ready to go, oblivious to the idea of making a mess in or on them. ]
we'll both have to wait to see :) hopefully whoever ends up in my mouth takes a good picture so we have evidence one way or the other
[ and not picking up on the possible twist of a breach, but his mouth will be eager for whoever ends up being part of this game too, so might be an intoxicating rush to lie through it, see where it goes, have Eddie be genuinely shocked when he finally sees that fucking face.
well he's not subtle about following instructions, is he? no teasing or defiance, not in this moment, swell of arousal consistent from heeding orders. every word of that has its intended effect, causing Eddie to breath harder, hips jerking up into his hand that's too slow as he reads, brain and body at odds, his choice to deprive himself of more drawing a whine.
of course he's being good. holy fuck, he's really listening to this guy. a formless, voiceless mass, just someone who strings words and ideas, promises, together to get him stiff. ]
ok
[ it's harder to type, but it's also more difficult to form a ton of words to think of to even type. he has to fumble around to find something to prop the phone where he wants it to be, another hands-off photo with a timer set, a couple of photos sent that are taken clearly in succession. it's of more of him, head and shoulders, middle of his body as he's sitting in the chair, one hand splayed just beside the base of his dick, fingers brushed up against it, the other stroking slowly. and there's Eddie's head, looking down at what he's doing, dark eyes cast down so his thick lashes are on display, tousled curls sweeping downward, plain dark t-shirt pulled up to his armpits.
it takes him several more seconds to regather his phone, almost mesmerized by his own cock, but then he's typing effortfully with one hand again. ]
[ he knows exactly what it means when all he gets is a clipped "ok" in response, and that's nice. wash does wish he could see him now, desperate and writhing in that office chair, and thankfully he did ask for a picture and gets a pretty snapshot of it. a bit haphazard but that only makes it more appealing for how obviously unposed it is compared to what eddie was sending before, clearly having better things to do and think about now. he can see more of him, his shirt pulled up most of the way over his body, his face, those curls -- wash recognizes him almost instantly, yes he had seen him at the concert. from afar, never up close, maybe a few times in passing when he's visited jolene's before. good to put a face to a name, a name to a face.
his eyes roam down the stretch of his belly, to his cock, clearly painfully hard, both hands on himself and stroking. he can tell from the picture that he's trying to go slowly, trying, how sweet and obedient of him, and he can feel that heat stirring in him, his eyes lidded as he considers the picture, pumping his hand slowly over his own cock. imagining just what it'll be like to push him against a wall, close a hand over his mouth, whisper into his ear.
this silence lasts a while, too. slightly on purpose, but also just to let himself admire that picture for a little bit. he doesn't keep pictures for long, paranoid enough to delete most things off of his device when he can remember things anyway, but maybe this one will stay for a little bit, just to show eddie later that he has it.
when eddie finally gets another reply: it's an image. wash's cock, thick and hard, framed between muscled thighs, the strength of him still noticeable even through the denim. there's a noticeable glob of precome drooling from the head. his hands aren't in the fame, just a bit of an arm as he holds the device to take a picture, and it's far from enough to identify him by but enough to get a sense of his size and bulk, wearing a plain black shirt riding up just slightly with the way he's sitting, enough to show a sliver of skin and a glimpse of the hardened muscle of his abdomen, a faint tracing of scars. ]
[ yes, the luxury of having a face, a name, a voice. but Eddie isn't remotely peeved about not having any of those important details, eager to wait on getting them in due time.
he really is in deep, the only guess he'd had as to what this reward might be having been just getting to go faster, to be allowed to come. because he's assumed he's supposed to wait, deducing from the other orders, so he groans aloud when he receives the photo, not expecting it. there's been a shroud over so much already, his mind reels from the uptick in sensations over seeing that cock.
there aren't identifiable markers, but again, not really what he's after. Eddie isn't searching, hasn't been pressing to be sly or coy or a wiseass for a good amount of minutes now. he's caught up in the back and forth, the pulls and shoves mingling with gentle encouragement and praise.
the guy is clearly strong, muscular and fit, and he's imagining what it'll feel like to have that thick cock driving into him when he finally goes back to read the words of the text, panting out in continuing relief because fuck he's not far off from coming at all.
naturally, there's no reply for a couple of minutes, long enough to start jerking his cock precisely in the manner he'd wanted to from the beginning, steady and quick strokes, knowing how to perfectly drive himself to climax quickly. given the permission to do so, it's what he needs, has to have. there's a loud guttural cry when come spurts out, shooting up high onto his shirt, streaming on his belly, fingers coating in the milky threads.
heaven forbid Juliette is anywhere nearby and hears him come, it's so loud.
his head throws back against the back of the chair, sighing and panting out through his release, lips pressing together, slick and smooth as he swallows, breathing out an 'ooo' of a huff from the entire endeavour.
and because it just seems like the right call, the proper thing to do, he thinks ahead, picks his device back up to angle down from just under his chin, showing the mess he's made, come-covered fingers still wrapped around his still somewhat hard cock.
that's it, he doesn't have any words to text, it's just the photo. ]
[ wash is patient. slowly, languidly jerking at his own cock, an almost idle gesture, not as immediately pressed for release -- he'll take his time for himself for this, and he appreciates that eddie didn't even give him any acnowledgement. just immediately obeyed, immediatey went to work, likely so pent up he hadn't been able to help himself.
he hadn't given eddie any further instructions. partially just to let him focus, partially just to see what he'd do, if he'd type out some staggered words later. but the reply is instead exactly what he would've asked for, another photo, eddie just after having come all over himself, barely settled down, his fingers slick and wet with it, stained everywhere.
mm. wash squeezes his hand over himself, watching for a few moments, before answering. ]
[ don't mind him finding...anything to clean the mess he'd made up, the inside of his shirt inevitably bearing that responsibility. better than letting any of it dry on his skin or in his body hair, and now he's shirtless, just letting it drape over his leg, pants still at his ankles while he comes down from the high.
if this keeps up, there's gonna be a round two for him, and really, he should probably consider just going home for the day. upset stomach or something. making up a little white lie to get out of work. Juliette would just roll her eyes probably, but fuck if this conversation doesn't continue to stay hot. ]
:)
Came hard from seeing it, so I would say, yes, I did. Thank you.
[ does receiving the photo require gratitude? it kinda just flies out across the buttons, and he hits send. ]
Gonna be real fucking hard waiting for that cock to fuck me, though. You did that on purpose, didn't you?
[ the thank you isn't unexpected but the tone of it is -- back to his more usual voice, earnest, bold. none of pleading, no sirs. not something he'll punish him for ( at least not something he'll punish him for from across the network ), but that means that thank you just came from eddie, in well-meaning earnestness. cute.
he hums in quiet amusement. thinking, considering, as he keeps pumping his land slowly over his cock. ]
[ he knows a great dick when he sees one, okay? it'll stay tucked away on his device too (along with any other photo he's ever taken or been sent, this boy and his technology know-how), and you better believe he'll be looking at it over the course of the following days. there's gonna be more jerking off to this same single photo, no doubt. ]
ha ha. cute. So. What're YOU doing now?
[ look he's trying to picture it, and you made him thirsty, what else is he supposed to do? not ask in his usual way of existing now that he's bounced back a little? ]
[ there is part of him that does, in fact, considering forcing eddie not change his way of existing -- and give him absolutely no answers, no responses other than a curt dismissal and a promise about their game beginning as soon as the next day. and maybe in a different time, he might. but even if eddie is clearly eager to dive into this with his whole being, wash is still easing him in, more or less, and he doesn't mind allowing him a little more.
with certain limits. eddie doesn't get to expect answers about what sir is doing -- and anything more that wash gives him will come with their additional caveats. ]
I was minding my own business before a stranger accosted me on the network, Eddie.
[ so rude. ]
Was there anything else you wanted?
[ it's not completely cold, enough playfulness in it even just in text. but if eddie wants anything more, he's gonna have to do better than just ask what he's doing. ]
[ it all started out with a damn misfire, and Eddie doesn't have the mental capacity to dissect how they'd gotten to this point. there are plenty of things he wants, mostly he's already dived in head first, and the next step, for him, is to keep talking to this guy. there's their little game afoot of course, but he craves connection too and after he's came, it falls on his shoulders that he wants to keep chatting with the guy.
he's about to say something like that he guesses he'll just wait until he's accosted then, smiley face and all, but then that question comes. he considers it, deciding to be honest rather than joke around or tease too bluntly. or, that's what he goes for, anyhow. ]
Maybe I just like talking to you.
But if you like being alone with a hardon like that, go nuts Guess I'll just have to think about it on my own time
[ the attitude. unbeknownst to eddie but certainly working to his advantage, while wash does appreciate well-behaved good boys he has a thing for the ones with attitude. a bit of pushback. a bit of bite. ]
I do like talking to you.
[ a little playful, gently encouraging. he's still here for this. just pushing, testing. ]
Like the sight of my cock enough that you're gonna look at it more in your own time, Eddie? Touch yourself to it even more? Finger yourself pretending it's my dick fucking you open and whimpering because you know it's not as good as how it'll really feel?
[ yes, good. he likes that affirmative, a clarifying yes to mutual enjoyment of just talking. and three big fat yesses to each of those questions, and Eddie suspects they both know he's giving them a mental thumbs up in his mind. it was obvious, even before he started taking pictures, that he was turned on, so of course it's going to continue right down that path. ]
I mean if I'm not allowed to find another cock to fuck me, then you better believe that's what I'll be doing. You like that? Is that what you want me to do? Think just about you whenever I get horny, stare at that photo so I want you even more?
[ the words and their tone come out smoothly. he's into being told what to do, the idea of being used, of waiting to see how good this guy might give it to him, but he's still a smartass, cocky in the times where he feels that instinct. so he's all about calling him 'sir,' seeing more of how that feels, but he's new to this entire dynamic, so watch as he slips more into how he usually conducts himself. when you've gotten a reward with the promise of more on the way if you keep connected to this guess who game, why wouldn't you slip back into what is generally more customary? and for Eddie, teasing is part of his MO. ]
What happens when I get impatient and slip up?
[ not like this guy would know unless Eddie tells him, so clearly there's a part of him that suspects he would. ]
[ wash wouldn't know -- he could, certainly, unbeknownst to eddie, has things up his sleeves to keep eyes on people, but he does for the most part try not to use those resources on the frivolous. what matters here is indulging in the fantasy, and whether or not eddie would willingly obey, and the fact that he's entertaining it at all and everything they've done already makes him think that he would.
which is good. perfect. he'll keep pushing that. ]
You only get the rewards you earn.
[ so if he slips up, no reward. simple. ]
Every time you finger yourself thinking of me you can tell me about it. Send me pictures to prove to me what a good boy you're being for me, and maybe I can send you more for you to look at. Ask really nice, maybe I can send you a toy to play with, a big thick dildo you can sit on, think of me when you squirm and make yourself come.
Better hope you figure me out quickly if you can't go that long without a cock in your ass, Eddie. After a while my visits after your shows won't even be enough for you. You're going to get so desperate to find me so I can take you home and fuck you all night that you'll start asking every guy who comes into your show, until you start getting real used to getting on your knees for people you don't know.
Edited (hahaha accidentally words ) 2023-07-05 00:49 (UTC)
[ he's pulled his jeans back up by now, idly thumbing around at the papers that he has no brain power to process any longer, stacking them into a haphazard pile and shoving them to one corner of the desk. focusing back on his device now, he starts to read, brows rising, head canting. well it makes sense, getting only what he's earned.
the start of those next sentences make him twitch in his pants. jesus, after all that and he's bouncing back already? Eddie pulls his shirt on, starts to leave the room, carefully watching but slipping out of the bar without having to explain why he's leaving. juliette's is only a few blocks away, the house selected due to its proximity to the business, so he texts her some vague thing about not feeling well and heading home.
if this conversation keeps up, he wants to be in his own bedroom, a little gun shy thinking of her or anyone else walking in on him in that office. granted, she'd probably just be entertained and help him out, but he doesn't really want that either, the space of these texts narrowing so they can be reserved for himself and this man on the other line.
he can type while he walks, though. he's toyed around with wanting to be called a good boy before, but fuck if he could imagine how much he wants it now that he's getting these figuratives, imagining what it'd feel like getting such delicious feedback. ]
Never thought I'd actually try to be an overachiever at anything in my life, but here we are.
I could do that. It'll be a lot of pictures though. I do want more pictures from you. So, should I ask nicely now or is this a 'touch upon later' reward? Because that sounds hot. I don't have a dildo at home. Would be nice being better prepared. [ or anywhere, but he's headed home so it's what he chooses to include. ]
I stay determined when I want a particular something. You really wanna see my tongue covered in all different sorts of come from a bunch of strange guys, if I'm bad at figuring you out? Maybe you might give in and come to me.
[ getting a toy had been an idle suggestion but wash's eyebrows shoot up a little with the revelation that eddie doesn't own a dildo. it's not a problem, but it is a rare opportunity, a chance to be a whole number of firsts in this person's exploration -- and wash is far from above simple, possessive pleasures, his cock throbbing in his hand just at the thought of eddie having to think of him any time he uses one, just to remember where it started from, where he got his first. ]
They can have your mouth. They've my permission for that.
[ which might clue eddie in as to why that streak of possessiveness isn't setting in there: this man is the one allowing it, after all. eddie is only offering up his mouth as apology because sir has allowed it, because sir has stepped in to take a control and instucted him to make sure his mouth and tongue are available to that purpose, as long as they're used with his instructions in mind.
but. ]
They don't have my permission for anything else. Not even your hands. You're going to have to kneel there and let them fuck your mouth without touching them, without touching yourself, until you send me that picture and I give you permission to do anything else.
Weren't you gonna ask me nicely, Eddie? I'm waiting.
[ Eddie doesn't have the foresight about any of what they've talked about, dildo included, to contemplate how very much he'll think of this guy any time he's doing any number of things.
he's getting hard again as he walks, thinking about this man giving someone else permission to use any part of his body, to disallow him from doing whatever he usually might. he's not incredibly experienced sure, but there's tended to be a no holds barred take, with no one really thinking or asking (or Eddie conjuring up ideas, so much for how creative he is in other areas) for anything beyond blowjobs, handjobs, your run of the mill fucking in his (or their, but all but maybe one occasion where he's topped has been while aphro'd) ass.
he sighs loudly now that there's open air, eyes glancing to the sky because what is happening to him? who slips into wanting to refer to someone as something like sir with the ease of a misfired text? him, apparently, and hell if he's not captivated and loving every second of it. meanwhile literally nothing has happened between them other than words, and Eddie does take a moment to consider that as he's walking. but again, the promise of it. ]
Okay. I can do that. [ he can, thinks he can, the brief text a small slip of his streak of attitude as he's actually fantasizing about the scene that's described. letting a stranger fuck his mouth, cock restricted in his jeans, no hands allowed, and sending a photo off to wait in that dirty bathroom to see when he's allowed to do anything more to himself.
now that he's out on the street, he's actually thinking about where this guy lives, too. funny when you haven't seen someone's face and you're just, thinking about finding them out in a large city full of people. ]
Please, sir, will you give me one? Find me a dildo that's like your cock so I can have at least that? Please?
[ there's a little storm in his stomach from using sir without it appearing anywhere in those last set of texts, the name melding more into his perception of this guy. he swallows to himself, feeling like he's begging for it basically, but he angled for very nice. ]
wash isn't actually going to spend too much time searching for dildos similar to his cock, but he is considerate enough that he'll be sending eddie not one, but two: within the day ( he's got nothing else to spend dominant money on, might as well courier toys ) eddie will get two different packages. both designed for anal use with a good flare at the base, a smaller one with a number of steps that's clearly intended for someone easing themelves open, trying things out, sleek black and abstracted. the second is much larger, coming in a box that boasts of realistic skin-like textures, the material itself slightly supple like skin, crossed with veins like a real thing. the color, though, still a sleek, pure black. simple. classy. comes with some suction cup accessories to attach it to a wall, you're welcome, eddie.
in the meanwhile, though. ]
I'll send you something real nice. Make sure you think of me every time you use it.
That turn you on too, Eddie? Never had a dildo before, getting your first one from a stranger? You've promised me your ass without even so much as hearing my voice, and now when you're at home in your room or alone at the office [ HE CAN SEE WHERE YOU ARE ] you can ride your new toy nice and hard, keep your ass good and stretched open for me so when you finally earn your reward my cock is just going to slide right in like it belongs there.
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Interesting plan.
[ he will neither confirm nor deny. ]
Are you just gonna ask if they want to fuck? Seems like you might get some false positives. You probably have to be a little more specific to figure out if it's me.
Take another picture, and tell me what you want to call me.
[ you a sir or a daddy or a master type, or none of the above? ]
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Sure, not wrong about that.
Could you keep straight if I asked right to your face if you were planning on fucking me against a wall before the end of the night? Cause I could just try that.
[ turns out it turns him on even more to be asked for more pictures, to get to take and send them. he holds the camera out in front of himself this time, direct facing shot of his dick, legs spread a bit more to get his balls in view. there’s a small patch of slick wetness on this stomach from how aroused he’s gotten, body hair twisting and sticky in the splotch.
is he usually this obedient? not unless there’s a dominant man interested in fucking him, and it’s clear from how hard he is that he’s aching.
names like those, he hasn’t used them before, though he’s in the midst of a daddy kink awakening with someone else in town. so, he opts for the other choice he’s read in these texts, usual creativity a touch muted with his horniness. ]
I’d try out sir
Not really one for exactly following or respecting authority though…
You think it would work out, that being the case?
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We'll try it out. You let me know if you want to try something different.
You are being a good boy for me so far. Cock getting wet just from our little chat?
[ following authority doesn't seem to be a problem when it's a strange man over the network telling him not to touch himself and to send him pictures. wash looks over the photo in quiet appreciation, starting to thumb idly at the front of his own jeans.
he doesn't comment on whether or not he could keep straight ( he could, an unnervingly good liar whenever he puts his mind to it ). ]
So you find your man who you think looks and feels the bill and you're gonna go right up to him and ask were you planning on fucking me against the wall tonight, Sir? And what happens if they aren't me but they're feeling a little opportunistic, Eddie? I'm not gonna be the only one who takes an interest in fucking the cute boy with the guitar.
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[ ‘sir’ has usually been reserved for men who demand it as leverage. teachers, shitty fathers, people with fragile egos. Eddie would never use the formality of his own accord. it’s not customary in Indiana as in the south, his 1966 birth year and 1986 current timeline having some remnants of the past where that respect had been demanded.
he knows his usage of the term isn’t the same, can feel it in his bloodstream making him throb. still, they’ll see. he likes to communicate as best he knows how, willing to share what’s on his mind as it pops up.
he’s confident that he doesn’t follow authority well, that at the front of his mind even if he’s contradicting it.
fuck this guy really is making this difficult, the whole not touching himself. especially when he’s alone, wants to just strip his clothes the rest of the way off and pump his cock to completion. ]
Yeah. Doing my best, but it’s getting hard to keep my hands from doing what they should be doing.
[ who knows what he expects to get from that. permission? probably. ]
I mean, a hookup sounds like the easiest answer to that. More fucking?
Or do you wanna be the only one to fuck me throughout this little game?
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What if I do want that?
[ just a simple question, echoed back, because he will make eddie say it. that he wants that, too. ]
You're doing good, Eddie. Hang on a little longer for me. Take another one, too. Show me how good you're doing.
[ he might personally be switching a little between harder demands and more gentle encouragement. it's a little to get the sense of how eddie responds to both, though that's limited when he can't actually see him, but also mostly because while he does want to push him ( wash always wants to push people ) eddie so far registers as someone who needs and wants a guiding hand as much as a controlling one. wash can provide that.
but it sure isn't permission to touch himself yet. ]
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Which I am, in this case.
Would probably make me want it even more from you.
[ seems like a big ask, but he's following how his dick reacts to any new or specific idea.
there are little groans, maybe a whine when his balls start feeling tighter, a slide of his back down the chair as if this is exhausting, as if he couldn't just stroke himself whenever he pleases.
he's praised for doing good, though, and shit if that doesn't keep him maintaining composure to resist, to stay determined for this incredibly kinky, sexy stranger. ]
Ok, since you're asking so nicely.
[ shooting pictures off when requested sure must be an indication that he'd do it no matter how he's asked, but the softness in that text is thrilling too. he'd said he wanted to be called good, after all, and really, he's finding that he wants more of that.
planning isn't his forte, but details when he cares about something are, so he considers what angle to take another photo from. he props the camera up on a desk, standing sideways, shirt pulled up, a profile shot of his cock and ass, and it really does take everything in his power not to grab onto himself as the timer snaps the photo for him. the background is just a regular office room: clearly someone's not doing their work, thank goodness none of it's time sensitive. he sends it off, settling back into the chair. ]
Am I still being good enough? Sir?
[ if the heat spreading out into his thighs, the tight way his cock twitches, are any indication, saying that title's probably gonna work out. ]
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again he lets that linger for a while, giving eddie a bit of silence before he taps out a reply. ]
Such a good boy for me.
You can touch yourself now. Nice and slow. As if I'm right there watching you, so put on a show, and listen to me carefully.
[ he could ask for video, or a live feed, but he's not going to. he's also not going to specify that he wants eddie to ask him before he comes: he wants him to reach that conclusion himself, if he does. ]
I don't want you to keep the questioning subtle.
You're going to ask them as crudely and directly as you can. And when you're wrong, you're going to have to tell them that they can't fuck you. You'll tell them that you're saving your ass for me, but as apology for getting them worked up, you can let them fuck your mouth, as long a they take a picture of you on your knees with your tongue out all covered in come, and they make sure you swallow it all after, like a good boy.
You can't touch your cock when you're sucking them off, either. You'll send me that picture first. And then I'll let you.
[ a very purposeful shift from i want you to do this to you will do this, though it might get lost in everything else he's saying. also purposeful. ]
Is that clear?
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when it comes, his toes curl in, cock twitching and flooding with a whole new batch of demand as he gets the green light to finally touch himself. his lip gets a hard bite, features creasing at the idea of going slow, but he obeys that too, staring at the head of his cock to catch wetness there, dragging his palm along it in a squeeze and moan of relief before he grips his shaft. steady and slow, focus somehow honed in and hard on reading rather than going to town.
the directions are pretty damn thorough, detailed and driving his hand a bit quicker, licking his lips as the imagery splashes up in mind. he always could picture any fantasy, sexual or otherwise, pretty well. he's too heady to consider if that's a blessing or a curse in this moment, palming over the tip of his dick again as he does his best to type one-handed.
the command is hot, this guy's tone clearly building on itself, swinging and hitting further intrigue in Eddie. ]
crystal clear, each detail. fuck if I could do subtle anyway
so you're gonna watch to see if that I'm doing it? going off to a dark corner or the bathroom with guys who get all worked up and take me up on delivering that kind of apology?
should I keep my jeans on until you tell me to take em off, too?
[ he's contemplating if he should be more descriptive about how he's feeling in the moment too, how close he'd be to coming if he could just stroke harder, but he leaves the texts there, clutching onto the phone with one hand in anticipation of another reply. ]
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[ absolutely going to make you make a mess all over your jeans.
wash has settled himself on one side of his couch, one hand thumbing over his device, the other slowly working over his cock freed from his jeans. easy, languid strokes, just watching as eddie's replies come in, fast and eager. so willing to surrender so much to a complete stranger. he really should be more careful. he's lucky that wash's ill intentions are bent towards things they both enjoy. but wash can't help but find that endearing and attractive all at one, someone in over their head but ready to say yes to just about anything, and isn't it nice to get ahold of a sweet boy like that.
he's all too happy to keep playing into eddie's imagination. ]
Maybe. [ it would be a breach of their little game, but wash briefly considers pretending even if eddie did find him. just to see him explain that his ass belongs to someone else for now, actually, no he doesn't know who it is, but as long as you help him take a picture of it when you come all over his tongue he can let you fuck his mouth instead. ] Bet you'd make a pretty sight on that dirty bathroom floor, wouldn't you? On your knees with your mouth wide open and ready for cock and come.
Does it feel good jacking off to a stranger's words? Bet it feels real good, knowing that you're listening to everything I want you to do and you don't even know who I am, what I look like, what I sound like. You don't know anything about me and you're still gonna let me order you to swallow from even more strange men, still gonna let me make sure your ass is just mine, and I bet you're getting close just from reading this and imagining what I might sound like when I've got my cock inside you spreading you open and I'm telling you how good you are for me.
Are you being good for me? [ working his hand over himself at the same easy pace, even slowing slightly as some pre leaks from his slit, thumbing over his head with a small, pleased sound and lingering in that for a little bit before he sends the next line. ] Prove it.
Take another picture and ask me pretty please, and I'll give you a reward.
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he smiles at the jeans suiting him when he's all hard and ready to go, oblivious to the idea of making a mess in or on them. ]
we'll both have to wait to see :)
hopefully whoever ends up in my mouth takes a good picture so we have evidence one way or the other
[ and not picking up on the possible twist of a breach, but his mouth will be eager for whoever ends up being part of this game too, so might be an intoxicating rush to lie through it, see where it goes, have Eddie be genuinely shocked when he finally sees that fucking face.
well he's not subtle about following instructions, is he? no teasing or defiance, not in this moment, swell of arousal consistent from heeding orders. every word of that has its intended effect, causing Eddie to breath harder, hips jerking up into his hand that's too slow as he reads, brain and body at odds, his choice to deprive himself of more drawing a whine.
of course he's being good. holy fuck, he's really listening to this guy. a formless, voiceless mass, just someone who strings words and ideas, promises, together to get him stiff. ]
ok
[ it's harder to type, but it's also more difficult to form a ton of words to think of to even type. he has to fumble around to find something to prop the phone where he wants it to be, another hands-off photo with a timer set, a couple of photos sent that are taken clearly in succession. it's of more of him, head and shoulders, middle of his body as he's sitting in the chair, one hand splayed just beside the base of his dick, fingers brushed up against it, the other stroking slowly. and there's Eddie's head, looking down at what he's doing, dark eyes cast down so his thick lashes are on display, tousled curls sweeping downward, plain dark t-shirt pulled up to his armpits.
it takes him several more seconds to regather his phone, almost mesmerized by his own cock, but then he's typing effortfully with one hand again. ]
pretty please, I'd like that reward
sir
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his eyes roam down the stretch of his belly, to his cock, clearly painfully hard, both hands on himself and stroking. he can tell from the picture that he's trying to go slowly, trying, how sweet and obedient of him, and he can feel that heat stirring in him, his eyes lidded as he considers the picture, pumping his hand slowly over his own cock. imagining just what it'll be like to push him against a wall, close a hand over his mouth, whisper into his ear.
this silence lasts a while, too. slightly on purpose, but also just to let himself admire that picture for a little bit. he doesn't keep pictures for long, paranoid enough to delete most things off of his device when he can remember things anyway, but maybe this one will stay for a little bit, just to show eddie later that he has it.
when eddie finally gets another reply: it's an image. wash's cock, thick and hard, framed between muscled thighs, the strength of him still noticeable even through the denim. there's a noticeable glob of precome drooling from the head. his hands aren't in the fame, just a bit of an arm as he holds the device to take a picture, and it's far from enough to identify him by but enough to get a sense of his size and bulk, wearing a plain black shirt riding up just slightly with the way he's sitting, enough to show a sliver of skin and a glimpse of the hardened muscle of his abdomen, a faint tracing of scars. ]
Hard as you want, now.
Come for me.
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he really is in deep, the only guess he'd had as to what this reward might be having been just getting to go faster, to be allowed to come. because he's assumed he's supposed to wait, deducing from the other orders, so he groans aloud when he receives the photo, not expecting it. there's been a shroud over so much already, his mind reels from the uptick in sensations over seeing that cock.
there aren't identifiable markers, but again, not really what he's after. Eddie isn't searching, hasn't been pressing to be sly or coy or a wiseass for a good amount of minutes now. he's caught up in the back and forth, the pulls and shoves mingling with gentle encouragement and praise.
the guy is clearly strong, muscular and fit, and he's imagining what it'll feel like to have that thick cock driving into him when he finally goes back to read the words of the text, panting out in continuing relief because fuck he's not far off from coming at all.
naturally, there's no reply for a couple of minutes, long enough to start jerking his cock precisely in the manner he'd wanted to from the beginning, steady and quick strokes, knowing how to perfectly drive himself to climax quickly. given the permission to do so, it's what he needs, has to have. there's a loud guttural cry when come spurts out, shooting up high onto his shirt, streaming on his belly, fingers coating in the milky threads.
heaven forbid Juliette is anywhere nearby and hears him come, it's so loud.
his head throws back against the back of the chair, sighing and panting out through his release, lips pressing together, slick and smooth as he swallows, breathing out an 'ooo' of a huff from the entire endeavour.
and because it just seems like the right call, the proper thing to do, he thinks ahead, picks his device back up to angle down from just under his chin, showing the mess he's made, come-covered fingers still wrapped around his still somewhat hard cock.
that's it, he doesn't have any words to text, it's just the photo. ]
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he hadn't given eddie any further instructions. partially just to let him focus, partially just to see what he'd do, if he'd type out some staggered words later. but the reply is instead exactly what he would've asked for, another photo, eddie just after having come all over himself, barely settled down, his fingers slick and wet with it, stained everywhere.
mm. wash squeezes his hand over himself, watching for a few moments, before answering. ]
Good boy.
Did you like your reward?
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if this keeps up, there's gonna be a round two for him, and really, he should probably consider just going home for the day. upset stomach or something. making up a little white lie to get out of work. Juliette would just roll her eyes probably, but fuck if this conversation doesn't continue to stay hot. ]
:)
Came hard from seeing it, so I would say, yes, I did.
Thank you.
[ does receiving the photo require gratitude? it kinda just flies out across the buttons, and he hits send. ]
Gonna be real fucking hard waiting for that cock to fuck me, though.
You did that on purpose, didn't you?
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he hums in quiet amusement. thinking, considering, as he keeps pumping his land slowly over his cock. ]
Did what on purpose?
[ :') ]
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ha ha. cute.
So. What're YOU doing now?
[ look he's trying to picture it, and you made him thirsty, what else is he supposed to do? not ask in his usual way of existing now that he's bounced back a little? ]
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with certain limits. eddie doesn't get to expect answers about what sir is doing -- and anything more that wash gives him will come with their additional caveats. ]
I was minding my own business before a stranger accosted me on the network, Eddie.
[ so rude. ]
Was there anything else you wanted?
[ it's not completely cold, enough playfulness in it even just in text. but if eddie wants anything more, he's gonna have to do better than just ask what he's doing. ]
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he's about to say something like that he guesses he'll just wait until he's accosted then, smiley face and all, but then that question comes. he considers it, deciding to be honest rather than joke around or tease too bluntly. or, that's what he goes for, anyhow. ]
Maybe I just like talking to you.
But if you like being alone with a hardon like that, go nuts
Guess I'll just have to think about it on my own time
[ the attitude on this one. ]
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I do like talking to you.
[ a little playful, gently encouraging. he's still here for this. just pushing, testing. ]
Like the sight of my cock enough that you're gonna look at it more in your own time, Eddie? Touch yourself to it even more? Finger yourself pretending it's my dick fucking you open and whimpering because you know it's not as good as how it'll really feel?
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I mean if I'm not allowed to find another cock to fuck me, then you better believe that's what I'll be doing. You like that? Is that what you want me to do? Think just about you whenever I get horny, stare at that photo so I want you even more?
[ the words and their tone come out smoothly. he's into being told what to do, the idea of being used, of waiting to see how good this guy might give it to him, but he's still a smartass, cocky in the times where he feels that instinct. so he's all about calling him 'sir,' seeing more of how that feels, but he's new to this entire dynamic, so watch as he slips more into how he usually conducts himself. when you've gotten a reward with the promise of more on the way if you keep connected to this guess who game, why wouldn't you slip back into what is generally more customary? and for Eddie, teasing is part of his MO. ]
What happens when I get impatient and slip up?
[ not like this guy would know unless Eddie tells him, so clearly there's a part of him that suspects he would. ]
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which is good. perfect. he'll keep pushing that. ]
You only get the rewards you earn.
[ so if he slips up, no reward. simple. ]
Every time you finger yourself thinking of me you can tell me about it. Send me pictures to prove to me what a good boy you're being for me, and maybe I can send you more for you to look at. Ask really nice, maybe I can send you a toy to play with, a big thick dildo you can sit on, think of me when you squirm and make yourself come.
Better hope you figure me out quickly if you can't go that long without a cock in your ass, Eddie. After a while my visits after your shows won't even be enough for you. You're going to get so desperate to find me so I can take you home and fuck you all night that you'll start asking every guy who comes into your show, until you start getting real used to getting on your knees for people you don't know.
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the start of those next sentences make him twitch in his pants. jesus, after all that and he's bouncing back already? Eddie pulls his shirt on, starts to leave the room, carefully watching but slipping out of the bar without having to explain why he's leaving. juliette's is only a few blocks away, the house selected due to its proximity to the business, so he texts her some vague thing about not feeling well and heading home.
if this conversation keeps up, he wants to be in his own bedroom, a little gun shy thinking of her or anyone else walking in on him in that office. granted, she'd probably just be entertained and help him out, but he doesn't really want that either, the space of these texts narrowing so they can be reserved for himself and this man on the other line.
he can type while he walks, though. he's toyed around with wanting to be called a good boy before, but fuck if he could imagine how much he wants it now that he's getting these figuratives, imagining what it'd feel like getting such delicious feedback. ]
Never thought I'd actually try to be an overachiever at anything in my life, but here we are.
I could do that. It'll be a lot of pictures though.
I do want more pictures from you.
So, should I ask nicely now or is this a 'touch upon later' reward? Because that sounds hot. I don't have a dildo at home. Would be nice being better prepared. [ or anywhere, but he's headed home so it's what he chooses to include. ]
I stay determined when I want a particular something.
You really wanna see my tongue covered in all different sorts of come from a bunch of strange guys, if I'm bad at figuring you out? Maybe you might give in and come to me.
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They can have your mouth. They've my permission for that.
[ which might clue eddie in as to why that streak of possessiveness isn't setting in there: this man is the one allowing it, after all. eddie is only offering up his mouth as apology because sir has allowed it, because sir has stepped in to take a control and instucted him to make sure his mouth and tongue are available to that purpose, as long as they're used with his instructions in mind.
but. ]
They don't have my permission for anything else. Not even your hands. You're going to have to kneel there and let them fuck your mouth without touching them, without touching yourself, until you send me that picture and I give you permission to do anything else.
Weren't you gonna ask me nicely, Eddie? I'm waiting.
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he's getting hard again as he walks, thinking about this man giving someone else permission to use any part of his body, to disallow him from doing whatever he usually might. he's not incredibly experienced sure, but there's tended to be a no holds barred take, with no one really thinking or asking (or Eddie conjuring up ideas, so much for how creative he is in other areas) for anything beyond blowjobs, handjobs, your run of the mill fucking in his (or their, but all but maybe one occasion where he's topped has been while aphro'd) ass.
he sighs loudly now that there's open air, eyes glancing to the sky because what is happening to him? who slips into wanting to refer to someone as something like sir with the ease of a misfired text? him, apparently, and hell if he's not captivated and loving every second of it. meanwhile literally nothing has happened between them other than words, and Eddie does take a moment to consider that as he's walking. but again, the promise of it. ]
Okay. I can do that. [ he can, thinks he can, the brief text a small slip of his streak of attitude as he's actually fantasizing about the scene that's described. letting a stranger fuck his mouth, cock restricted in his jeans, no hands allowed, and sending a photo off to wait in that dirty bathroom to see when he's allowed to do anything more to himself.
now that he's out on the street, he's actually thinking about where this guy lives, too. funny when you haven't seen someone's face and you're just, thinking about finding them out in a large city full of people. ]
Please, sir, will you give me one? Find me a dildo that's like your cock so I can have at least that? Please?
[ there's a little storm in his stomach from using sir without it appearing anywhere in those last set of texts, the name melding more into his perception of this guy. he swallows to himself, feeling like he's begging for it basically, but he angled for very nice. ]
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Ping me your address.
[ a safe thing to give an utter stranger!
wash isn't actually going to spend too much time searching for dildos similar to his cock, but he is considerate enough that he'll be sending eddie not one, but two: within the day ( he's got nothing else to spend dominant money on, might as well courier toys ) eddie will get two different packages. both designed for anal use with a good flare at the base, a smaller one with a number of steps that's clearly intended for someone easing themelves open, trying things out, sleek black and abstracted. the second is much larger, coming in a box that boasts of realistic skin-like textures, the material itself slightly supple like skin, crossed with veins like a real thing. the color, though, still a sleek, pure black. simple. classy. comes with some suction cup accessories to attach it to a wall, you're welcome, eddie.
in the meanwhile, though. ]
I'll send you something real nice. Make sure you think of me every time you use it.
That turn you on too, Eddie? Never had a dildo before, getting your first one from a stranger? You've promised me your ass without even so much as hearing my voice, and now when you're at home in your room or alone at the office [ HE CAN SEE WHERE YOU ARE ] you can ride your new toy nice and hard, keep your ass good and stretched open for me so when you finally earn your reward my cock is just going to slide right in like it belongs there.
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