Cage has seen Soulier around back stage and in the locker room -- how could he miss him -- but now in the ring with him, up close, he realizes just how big the hunk is. Although comparable in size, the pornstar does make Cage feel just a tad bit smaller than he is. And that pisses Cage off.
The bell rings and the wrestler begins by flexing both biceps, like a predator warning its prey. Soulier doesn't appear to be intimidating, his face holding back on any sort of reaction. That only pisses Cage off more.
"Come on!" Cage waves his hands at Soulier, daring him to go on the offense.
"Come on!" Cage waves his hands at Soulier, daring him to go on the offense.
Soulier takes the dare. He charges at Cage and leaps with a double kick that flings Cage back into the corner turnbuckles. Soulier follows it up with a big body splash in the corner, smushing their meaty bodies together. He then grabs Cage and hits him with a german suplex. Cage rolls on to his hands and knees, vulnerable. Soulier rushes up to him and kicks him in the gut, knocking him on his back. He crawls on top of the wrestler, pinning him down, but Cage punches out after a one count.
Soulier takes a step back as Cage slowly starts to stand up. He hits a couple punches to Cage's back and then grabs his hand and lifts him up with a pump handle slam. Cage holds his back in pain as he tries to roll away. How did the match end up like this so soon? He slips under the ropes to outside the ring, trying to collect himself. When he turns around to climb into the ring Soulier runs to the ropes, holding on to the top rope and giving him a double boot through the middle rope, kicking Cage backwards into the metal barrier. Cage roars out in pain, trying to hide his weakness behind the noise. Soulier comes out the ring after Cage, but the wrestler's rage can't be contained. He grabs Soulier and heaves him into the barricade. The pornstar lurches away, bent over to ease the soreness, but Cage stalks after him. He then picks up Soulier and drops him neck first on to the barricade. The pornstar regrets letting his guard down coming after Cage and immediately tries to retreat again, but Cage yanks on his wrist and whips him straight into the ring post. Soulier stumbles backward into Cage and the wrestler hits him with a German suplex on to the thin mats. He then pulls Soulier up by his short hair and rolls him back in the ring to avoid the count out and follows right after him. He goes to grab the pornstar again, but Soulier punches him in the gut. And again. Now on his feet Soulier swings another fist, but Cage sticks up his arm to block it. He then elbows the pornstar in the head, again and again, backing him into a corner. He takes a few steps back and before charging at the corner for a shoulder block, but Soulier swiftly slides out of the corner on the ring edge. Cage stops himself before hitting the turnbuckles, but Soulier grabs his head and smashes it into the top turnbuckle. One. Two. Three. Four. Five times. As Cage wobbles in a daze Soulier springs over the ropes with a flying clothesline, taking him out. The pornstar hops back to his feet and grabs Cage's head, sticking it between his legs. He shows off his strength as he lifts the bodybuilder up and hits a powerbomb. The ring shakes from the impact, but instead of going for a pin Soulier slowly stands up, licking his lips, as he thinks about doing it again. He grabs Cage's head between his legs ready to lift him up for another powerbomb, but he takes too long and Cage pulls on Soulier's legs, dropping him on his back. Cage pushes on top of him for the surprise pin, but Soulier kicks him off after just a one-count.
Before Soulier can get back up Cage gives him a kick to the back, keeping him sitting there in pain. The wrestler then pulls on Soulier's arms while grinding his knee into the pornstar's back. Soulier cries out in pain, but shakes his head, refusing to give in. He uses the last bit of strength to stand back up and whips Cage away into the ropes. The wrestler rebounds back fast, ducking a clothesline attempt and then comes off the opposite ropes. He leaps up with a crossbody, landing on top of Soulier and stays on him for the pin. One. Two. Soulier punches out in time.
Cage pulls Soulier back up to his feet, grabbing his hand through his leg and hitting a pumphandle facebuster. He tries for another pin, but again Soulier lifts his shoulder in time.
Cage shakes his head, how is this novice putting up such a fight? Cage pulls the pornstar up, but Soulier pushes him away. The two exchange a couple slaps across the chest, but Cage gets the advantage with a punch to the head. Soulier falls back on one knee, slow to get back up. So Cage springs on the middle turnbuckle and leaps at Soulier, but the pornstar catches him. Soulier squeezes Cage's ass hard in one hand as he takes him to the center of the ring. Cage can't help get hard, his cock pressing through his trunks against Soulier's chest -- and the pornstar can feel it. Soulier then hoists Cage up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry and hits him with a death valley driver. Soulier crawls through Cage's legs to pin him, but the wrestler raises his shoulder after the two-count.
Cage is slow to get on his hands and knees, he knows he needs the ropes to pull himself up, and crawls towards them. Soulier watches Cage inch across the ring, seeing the big man so vulnerable is actually kind of hot. He charges at Cage and stomps on his head, smiling at his own dominance. He then picks Cage up, wrapping his arms around him as he locks him in a bearhug. He squeezes his chest against Cage's body, trying to push the air out of the wrestler and knock him out. Cage groans out, trying to elbow Soulier, but the pornstar only tightens the hold. Cage manages to hit Soulier once in the head, getting him to drop him to his feet, but he's still in the bearhug. Cage strikes him again, and Soulier steps back, releasing Cage so he falls on the top rope. When Cage eventually turns to face him Soulier scoops him up and slams him down, something few wrestlers have done with such ease. Cage scrambles back up, but Soulier is ready with a big back hand to the chest, followed by another. Soulier watches him stagger back, barely able to stand up. He then takes a step back and leaps up with a kick to Cage's head, bringing him down. Soulier hurries to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Just as Cage is back on his feet again Soulier leaps out hitting him with a blockbuster. He lays on top of the wrestler for the pin -- one, two, thr-- Cage barely punches out in time.
Soulier can't believe it. The pornstar takes a minute to get back up, giving Cage time to recover. When they both are on their feet Soulier grabs Cage's waist from behind, but the wrestler reacts quickly enough, running backwards, smushing him into the corner turnbuckles. Cage grinds his ass on him, making sure he is squashed (and enjoying rubbing it against the stiffness in Soulier's crotch.) Cage then turns around and takes a few steps back and comes back at Soulier. The pornstar swings his leg up to kick him, but Cage stops and catches it in his hand. He yanks the pornstar out of the corner like he's a rag doll. He picks Soulier back up and powerbombs him, but holds on to him and lifts him back up and hits him with a bucklebomb into the corner turnbuckle. Soulier stumbles out as Cage squats down and gets him on his shoulders and nails him with the F'n5. Instead of going for the pin, Cage then gets Soulier on his back and hits him with the weapon X. Soulier is definitely out of it now. Cage slides on top of him for the pin. One. Two. Three. It's over.
So when he returns back to the locker room having taken his frustrations out on the younger pornstar he feels much better, and on top of that he can feel all the eyes are on him. But something's different. The looks weren't of awe, rather a sadness in the eyes. Heads shake. He could sense everyone knew about his jealousy and how pathetic it is. As Cage steps into the shower and feels the hot stream of water rain down on him he's suddenly overcome with embarrassment. He'll have to make this right.
Later Cage finds Soulier in the gym and approaches him, apologizing if he took things too far in the ring. To his surprise Soulier shrugs it off. Does he not think Cage is being sincere? Cage can't let the feeling he had walking into locker room go of everyone feeling embarrassed for him. His thoughts race in his head, distracting him from his workout. Meanwhile, Soulier finishes his workout and finds a spot by the mirror with the perfect lighting for a thirst trap selfie. Cage sees this as an opportunity to prove his sincerity.
"Want me to take a photo for you?" Cage offers.
"Want me to take a photo for you?" Cage offers.
Soulier shakes his head, avoiding eye contact.
"Come on, I know the right angles."
Cage grabs the phone before Soulier can pull it away. He takes a step back and takes a photo, showing Soulier -- it is indeed a great photo that highlights his chest perfectly. When Cage hands him back his phone Soulier grabs his wrist and with broken English asks, "How about take a video?"
Cage raises his eyebrows. His heart starts racing, not only would that be hot as fuck, but a video of them would show everyone that he's not jealous. But his mind can't help but wonder if Soulier is fucking with him to get back at him. Cage searches for any sort of tell, but the look in Soulier's eyes, and the way he licks his lips -- both suggest that he's serious.
"Yeah, let's take a video," Cage says.
Soulier then shares his address with Cage and tells him to come over that night. Cage nods, staring at the pornstar as he walks out, mimicking all his peers who stare at him in the locker room. But now with their hook up scheduled, Cage is able to focus on his workout, making sure he gets a nice pump in to look his best. After all, he's going to be on video. Later that evening, he arrives at Soulier's penthouse condo feeling confident and sexy as a result of his workout. He didn't bother putting on clothes, instead opting for a clean pair of his wrestling trunks. Why bother putting on pants when they're going to come right off? Soulier greets him, taking notice of the results of his workout. He leads him to the bedroom - a simple space that could be a generic AirBNB bedroom, except for the three iPhones aimed at the bed, all set to record.
"Let me help you out of that," Cage says, tugging off Soulier's tanktop. The pornstar's body still looks impressive even in the subpar lighting. "Are you going to make me do all the work?" Cage asks snapping the waistband in Soulier's shorts.
The pornstar slides them off revealing his massive semi-hard cock. Cage drops down to his knees, stroking Soulier's shaft from its base all the way to the tip. The pornstar shudders at the friction created every time the edge of Cage's fingers and palm passed over the ridge of his glans. And then when he feels Cage's lips surround his head, his nipples harden and his eyes roll back as the rush of feeling runs through him. It's strange, he doesn't have to imagine a chick blowing him to stay hard. Something about seeing the huge man on his knees, looking up at him with his mouth full of cock that just seems hot. And all while Cage expertly sucks the bodybuilder off his own penis throbs at the soft moans Soulier makes as he experiences this pleasure.
It doesn't take long for the pornstar to put his hands on Cage's shoulders and push him away. A long strand of saliva connects the two, as Cage looks up at him with devious thoughts in his mind. The pornstar picks him up, lifting him off the ground completely and playfully tosses him on the bed. Cage yanks him on top of him, the two naked men rolling around, pressing their muscle bodies together. Soulier's hands grip on Cage's ass, his fingers exploring to his hole. Cage doesn't shy away from it, smiling as Soulier's index finger enters him. It becomes very apparent that Cage arrived well prepared with no need to stretch him out.
Soulier shifts into position getting on his knees behind Cage who remains on his hands and knees with his back arched. His meaty ass points directly at one camera, which he wiggles for emphasis. Soulier's dick slaps on top of it, still adequately slick enough from the blowjob. He pushes in slowly, waiting for a moan, a cry, anything from Cage, but the wrestler is quiet. He waits for a signal, but what he gets instead is Cage turning his head and with a seemingly irritated response, "What are you waiting for?"
Soulier grips Cage's waist and begins pumping into him. Hard. Skin slapping on skin. Still no noises from Cage other than an occasional grunting, "Yeah!" It's the bed that makes all the noise, creaking and shifting under the massive weight of the two bodybuilders going at it rough.
Soulier slaps Cage's ass hard -- hard enough that it'll probably leave a red mark -- unable to see the grin on the wrestler's face. Cage is glad that Soulier isn't being gentle with him. Too many times his hookups assumed he hasn't bottomed lately (if at all) and fear the slightest displeasure would cause Cage to end things and so they treat him like glass (ironic considering -- well look at him -- not to mention that most of the time he's about twice the size of his partner.)
Soulier's breathing heavily, trying to maintain his brisk pace. His hands slide up Cage's back, pushing down harder, pinning the wrestler to the mattress below. He drops himself on top of him, humping him hard. His dick slams down at the perfect angle that Cage begins to moan. Not the high-pitched cries Soulier's used from his bottoms, but a husky moan that begs for more.
"Yeah, right there, just like that." It's almost like Cage is coaching Soulier.
With another thrust of his hips, Soulier hits his prostate. The way Cage moans louder motivates him to maintain the pace of his thrusts and to push through his own sweat. He hits Cage's prostate mercilessly, without giving him time to recover between a thrust and another.
Precum is dripping copiously from Cage's aching cock, pressed between his body and the mattress. His balls are heavy with release, and he suspects he might come at any moment.
"I don't want to wait for the video, let me see you fuck me," Cage demands.
Soulier knows that Cage is getting close, and that's exactly why he slows down his thrusts. He flips the wrestler over on his back and puts his right leg on his shoulder as he shoves his dick back in him. His cock moves agonizingly slow, looming over his prostate without actually providing him his much needed pleasure. Cage's face winces at the snail pace. Desperate, he tries rocking into the cock.
"Don't give up on me now, not when I'm this close."
Soulier caves, and snaps his hips, slamming into the wrestler hard."Yeah, that's it," Cage responds with a laugh.
The pornstar slides his length in and completely out, but it's so fast Cage barely feels it out of him before it comes right back in stuffing him nicely. Soulier smiles, watching Cage's chest bounce with each penetration.
"Fuck yeah, keep it coming."
Cage tweaks his nipples, his stiff cock stroked by Soulier, matching his thrusts. His eyes linger on Soulier's torso, staring at the rippling muscles as he pumps into him. Soulier catches the stare -- he's used to it -- and flexes both biceps for Cage.
"Ahhh, yeah, use that muscle on me," Cage shouts.
Soulier places both hands on Cage's chest, pressing down to steady himself as he fucks him faster. The bodybuilder bottom shakes with the bed, his prostate being nailed again and again. Cage is in such a trance he can't utter out a word, or even part of a word. And then finally, without even touching it, his dick explodes, streaking his stomach with white strings.
"Ahhhh..." he roars out, shuddering.
Cage scoots up to rest his head on the pillow, wiping the sweat off his brow.
"Fuck, that was hot."
Soulier knows that, and already begins calculating all the money extra subscribers will bring. He reaches for one of the iphones, but Cage grabs his wrist. "We're not done yet."
Soulier looks back, "I don't need to come."
"Yeah, I don't care if you do or not either, but you're still getting fucked."
Soulier smiles, trying to act like what Cage said is a joke.
Cage sits up on his knees, his dick still erect. He presses his hands on Soulier's chest, rubbing it before moving back to his shoulders. The wrestler mimics what all the body worshippers have done to him, pressing his hands softly on the pornstar's skin as they brush over his body. Squeezing the muscles, getting him to flex. Pinching his nipples gently between his thumbs and index fingers. Licking and kissing everywhere. And soon Soulier's cock is erect as well.
"See, you're not finished," Cage says, stroking it.
"But--"
"I'll be gentle," Cage has a knowing look in his eyes. "Besides, no one will think it's sexy if you're screaming in pain the entire time."
Soulier hesitates as he contemplates what he once thought was impossible. But in this moment Cage puts his hand on the back of his head and pushes it down to his crotch. The pornstar's lips touch Cage's head, pushed down his shaft. He then opens his mouth and sucks on Cage's member.
"Ahh, yeah that's the shit..." Cage straightens his back.
Soulier still seems a big timid, so Cage forces his head back and presses his hips in a little so that he is fucking his throat, his wet, red mouth stretched around him. It's a different look for the pornstar, the power top used to having any and every pornstar drool over him and his cock. Cage glances over his shoulder making sure it's all getting on camera. It definitely is.
Soulier constricts as Cage thrusts into him, trying to remember what he likes when his dick is being sucked. And when Cage forces himself completely in his mouth, Soulier doesn't gag nor does he resist. He just breathes hard through his nose, looking up at the bodybuilder wrestler with his wide hides, trying to remain confident.
"Alright, my dick is wet enough," Cage says, slowly dragging it out of Soulier's mouth.
Soulier wipes spit off the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, still staring at him, ready for what Cage will do to him next.
"I take it you haven't had many dicks in your ass," Cage says, running his hand down his crack.
Soulier nods.
"How would you like to take it then?"
"Ride?"
Cage leans his back against the headboard and opens his legs enough for the bodybuilder to sit on his lap. "Come sit on Daddy's lap then."
Soulier squats over Cage's lap, slowly feeling the blunt tip of wrestler's cock poking at his twitching hole. Cage's hands hold his waist, steadying him as he lowers more, his hole began stretching more than it ever had.
“Fuck!” Soulier groans, as fire burned inside him
Cage rubs his hands up and down his side reassuringly, telling him to go slow. “Slowly. It's not a race.”
Soulier nods and pushes down ever so slowly, letting the tip in. And just like magic the pain subsides. Soulier responds with kissing Cage, a surprise gesture that catches Soulier off guard more than it does Cage. As their lips remain locked, Soulier sinks down farther until his ass is on Cage's upper thighs, taking all of the cock in him. This is what it feels like to be filled. His eyes widen at the feeling, this indescribable feeling, as he begins to slide up and down on that thick cock. He picks up the pace, going faster, wanting it more, now realizing the pleasures of being a bottom. He's soon slamming down on Cage and the bed, not caring if the damn thing breaks from all the weight.
"Fuck yeah, ride that cock," Cage says, impressed with how quick Soulier has turned. "Give Daddy that ass."
Soulier mixes it up, grinding on the dick, clenching and releasing his ass at different times - an experiment in finding the most pleasure, all while his stiff dick leaks precum, dripping on to Cage.
Cage decides to help him out. His hands squeezes the pornstar's waist to hold him as he jackhammers him relentlessly, giving him what he didn't know he needed -- a big fucking cock pounding him out.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh..." Soulier moans out like a beast.
"You think that feels good, let me show you something else."
Cage rolls them over, Soulier lies on his back, and Cage on his side with Soulier's right leg on his right shoulder. His arm squeezes around Soulier's thigh as he plows into the pornstar, gradually picking up his pace until he's going so hard that the headboard is smacking against the wall.
"Fuck, that was hot."
Soulier knows that, and already begins calculating all the money extra subscribers will bring. He reaches for one of the iphones, but Cage grabs his wrist. "We're not done yet."
Soulier looks back, "I don't need to come."
"Yeah, I don't care if you do or not either, but you're still getting fucked."
Soulier smiles, trying to act like what Cage said is a joke.
Cage sits up on his knees, his dick still erect. He presses his hands on Soulier's chest, rubbing it before moving back to his shoulders. The wrestler mimics what all the body worshippers have done to him, pressing his hands softly on the pornstar's skin as they brush over his body. Squeezing the muscles, getting him to flex. Pinching his nipples gently between his thumbs and index fingers. Licking and kissing everywhere. And soon Soulier's cock is erect as well.
"See, you're not finished," Cage says, stroking it.
"But--"
"I'll be gentle," Cage has a knowing look in his eyes. "Besides, no one will think it's sexy if you're screaming in pain the entire time."
Soulier hesitates as he contemplates what he once thought was impossible. But in this moment Cage puts his hand on the back of his head and pushes it down to his crotch. The pornstar's lips touch Cage's head, pushed down his shaft. He then opens his mouth and sucks on Cage's member.
"Ahh, yeah that's the shit..." Cage straightens his back.
Soulier still seems a big timid, so Cage forces his head back and presses his hips in a little so that he is fucking his throat, his wet, red mouth stretched around him. It's a different look for the pornstar, the power top used to having any and every pornstar drool over him and his cock. Cage glances over his shoulder making sure it's all getting on camera. It definitely is.
Soulier constricts as Cage thrusts into him, trying to remember what he likes when his dick is being sucked. And when Cage forces himself completely in his mouth, Soulier doesn't gag nor does he resist. He just breathes hard through his nose, looking up at the bodybuilder wrestler with his wide hides, trying to remain confident.
"Alright, my dick is wet enough," Cage says, slowly dragging it out of Soulier's mouth.
Soulier wipes spit off the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, still staring at him, ready for what Cage will do to him next.
"I take it you haven't had many dicks in your ass," Cage says, running his hand down his crack.
Soulier nods.
"How would you like to take it then?"
"Ride?"
Cage leans his back against the headboard and opens his legs enough for the bodybuilder to sit on his lap. "Come sit on Daddy's lap then."
Soulier squats over Cage's lap, slowly feeling the blunt tip of wrestler's cock poking at his twitching hole. Cage's hands hold his waist, steadying him as he lowers more, his hole began stretching more than it ever had.
“Fuck!” Soulier groans, as fire burned inside him
Cage rubs his hands up and down his side reassuringly, telling him to go slow. “Slowly. It's not a race.”
Soulier nods and pushes down ever so slowly, letting the tip in. And just like magic the pain subsides. Soulier responds with kissing Cage, a surprise gesture that catches Soulier off guard more than it does Cage. As their lips remain locked, Soulier sinks down farther until his ass is on Cage's upper thighs, taking all of the cock in him. This is what it feels like to be filled. His eyes widen at the feeling, this indescribable feeling, as he begins to slide up and down on that thick cock. He picks up the pace, going faster, wanting it more, now realizing the pleasures of being a bottom. He's soon slamming down on Cage and the bed, not caring if the damn thing breaks from all the weight.
"Fuck yeah, ride that cock," Cage says, impressed with how quick Soulier has turned. "Give Daddy that ass."
Soulier mixes it up, grinding on the dick, clenching and releasing his ass at different times - an experiment in finding the most pleasure, all while his stiff dick leaks precum, dripping on to Cage.
Cage decides to help him out. His hands squeezes the pornstar's waist to hold him as he jackhammers him relentlessly, giving him what he didn't know he needed -- a big fucking cock pounding him out.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh..." Soulier moans out like a beast.
"You think that feels good, let me show you something else."
Cage rolls them over, Soulier lies on his back, and Cage on his side with Soulier's right leg on his right shoulder. His arm squeezes around Soulier's thigh as he plows into the pornstar, gradually picking up his pace until he's going so hard that the headboard is smacking against the wall.
"Ohhh, ohhh..." Soulier's eyes roll back.
His body jolts on Cage's command, as if it doesn't belong to him anymore. It's a foreign sensation, one that makes his mind feel floaty, hazy. The only thing Soulier seems to have control of his is hand, which he uses to stroke his cock over and over again.
Cage can't stop smiling either, seeing the beautiful man find heaven in his dick. The wrestler grinds out between strong, blissful thrusts. It only takes a few more thrusts before Soulier is arching up, muscles tensing and shaking as his voice breaks on what sounds like Cage's name. And it's too much. The sight of that gorgeous cock shooting hot and white across chiseled abs. The long continuous moan that doesn't want to stop. Soulier can't stop shaking, as the feeling rolls through his body.
"Fuck yeah, that was incredible," Cage says, leaning in to kiss Soulier on the chest.
And then with a final thrust, Cage moans as his body twitched through his own powerful orgasm. He comes deep inside Soulier, holding himself in as long as possible, emptying himself inside his rival.
"F-f-f-f-fuck..." Cage finally pulls himself out and pushes himself up next to Soulier to spoon him. "Now that's a movie."
The two remain there, cameras still rolling for far longer than either of them intended. Cage went into this hoping for things to go back to how they were, him being the alpha in the locker room, but now he didn't seem to care what happened.
And sure enough when he's back at the arena, heading into the locker room, Cage catches all the other guys' attention, the usual mixture of desire and envy. But he can feel their heads turn away when Soulier enters moments later, and instead of jealousy, he feels -- nothing. Maybe because he's joined them, turning his head to gawk at the bodybuilder pornstar. But he stands out from the rest of the guys, as Soulier's eyes remain fixed on him.
His body jolts on Cage's command, as if it doesn't belong to him anymore. It's a foreign sensation, one that makes his mind feel floaty, hazy. The only thing Soulier seems to have control of his is hand, which he uses to stroke his cock over and over again.
Cage can't stop smiling either, seeing the beautiful man find heaven in his dick. The wrestler grinds out between strong, blissful thrusts. It only takes a few more thrusts before Soulier is arching up, muscles tensing and shaking as his voice breaks on what sounds like Cage's name. And it's too much. The sight of that gorgeous cock shooting hot and white across chiseled abs. The long continuous moan that doesn't want to stop. Soulier can't stop shaking, as the feeling rolls through his body.
"Fuck yeah, that was incredible," Cage says, leaning in to kiss Soulier on the chest.
And then with a final thrust, Cage moans as his body twitched through his own powerful orgasm. He comes deep inside Soulier, holding himself in as long as possible, emptying himself inside his rival.
"F-f-f-f-fuck..." Cage finally pulls himself out and pushes himself up next to Soulier to spoon him. "Now that's a movie."
The two remain there, cameras still rolling for far longer than either of them intended. Cage went into this hoping for things to go back to how they were, him being the alpha in the locker room, but now he didn't seem to care what happened.
And sure enough when he's back at the arena, heading into the locker room, Cage catches all the other guys' attention, the usual mixture of desire and envy. But he can feel their heads turn away when Soulier enters moments later, and instead of jealousy, he feels -- nothing. Maybe because he's joined them, turning his head to gawk at the bodybuilder pornstar. But he stands out from the rest of the guys, as Soulier's eyes remain fixed on him.
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