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Chapter Three
Rick dragged himself off to his room and sat on the floor with his back
against the bed and his arms wrapped around his knees. He felt so
confused he almost couldn't function properly. He knew that one part of
him wanted to go, and another was terrified about what might happen. He
was frightened by the strength of his own feelings, and the fear of
embarrassment, or even worse, humiliation, was never far away from him.
He looked at his watch, 25 minutes had passed and he needed to make a
decision.
Desire overcame fear, as it always does, and Rick felt his pulse racing
as he stood up. Chris had said something about wearing something
comfortable. What did that mean? Rick looked around desperately before
grabbing his sleep shorts and a t-shirt. He changed as fast as he could,
nearly falling over in his haste. He took a deep breath and opened his
bedroom door and walked over to Chris’s room. He knocked softly on the
door, half hoping Chris wouldn't hear him. The door opened and Rick
sucked in his breath as Chris stood there wearing a babydoll nightie and
a pair of panties. A shoulder-length blonde wig framed his perfectly
made-up face; dark eyeshadow, mascara on his eyelashes, blusher, and
pink lipstick. Rick thought he looked beautiful.
‘Hello Rikkie baby,’ said Chris, with a lightness in his voice which
made him sound distinctly feminine, ‘Don't stand there gawping, come
in.’ Chris leant forward and kissed Rick on the cheek, making him blush
like a red traffic light. He took Rikkie's hand and pulled him inside
the room.
‘You're shaking, Rikkie. Don't be nervous, I promise you nothing bad is
going to happen. You might even enjoy it.’ He giggled as he said this,
making him sound even more like a girl to Rick.
‘Sit over there on the chair where you can see everything.’ Chris
pointed to a chair and Rick sat down, still dazed by what was going on.
‘A few rules first Rikkie, the emergency doors are here, here and here.’
Chris acted out the gestures a stewardess would make for the safety
briefing on a plane. That is, Rick thought, if they all wore tiny
babydoll nighties which kept riding up to show their panties. He laughed
and Chris said, ‘That's better. Now in here my name is Kittie. Oh, but
you know that already, don't you?’ He grinned and blew a kiss at Rick,
who went red again. ‘You can watch, but no noise, my clients want to
think I am here just for them.’ Kittie smiled and added, ’You can do
what you want as well, but don't make a sound doing it,’ he winked at
Rick, who was squirming in his seat.
Rick looked around and it was a pretty simple setup. Facing Chris’s bed
was a table with a laptop and a web camera. There were a couple of floor
lamps to give some lighting and that was it. Chris would be able to
watch himself on the laptop from his bed and to see the messages coming
in from the clients. Rick was positioned behind and to one side of the
camera, so he was looking at a scene familiar to him from his laptop
screen, but this time he was in the same room and it would all be live.
Chris lay on the bed and he winked at Rick as his show went live.
Rick tried to sit as still as he could as Chris began to interact with
the clients who were messaging him with their requests. Rick had seen
Chris and many other models on webcams but he was transfixed by what was
happening a few feet away from him. The screen was a barrier, making
everything distant and impersonal. This was happening up close and
personal, in front of his eyes, and within touching distance. Chris was
teasing the clients, trying to get them to buy more tokens before he
would agree to their requests. He took his time taking off his
nightdress, giving them a show that would encourage them to spend more.
He left his panties for a while before they too were removed and tossed
away.
Chris could see Rick sitting in the chair just to the side of the screen
and he found it exciting to have someone to perform for. The clients on
the other side of the screen were anonymous, and he had to imagine what
they looked like. With Rick in the room. It was more direct, more alive,
and he found it turned him on so much to have him there watching him.
Chris had always known himself to be an exhibitionist, and the webcam
gave him the opportunity to indulge himself as much as he wanted.
Rick had to stifle a little moan as Chris’s cock popped into view,
already half erect and standing out from his groin. Rick’s own cock was
now getting hard, and he had to rearrange himself on the chair more than
once as Chris began to play with his cock on the bed. Rick’s pulse began
to race as Chris stroked his cock harder and harder, taking himself to
the edge and then pulling back to get the clients to spend more to see
him cum. Chris was now laying back on the bed, his cock straight up in
the air and his fingers were stroking it faster and faster. Rick moaned
out loud at the sight, and his hands were rubbing his own cock which was
now rock hard inside his shorts. Chris suddenly arched his back, groaned
and his cock twitched two or three times, spurting cum in long strings
to pool on his belly. He looked over directly at Rick, put his finger
into one of the pools, and with a wink at the camera he put his finger
into his mouth and sucked the cum from it.
Chris closed down the show and lay on the bed for a moment, getting his
breath back and giving himself a moment to recover his thoughts. He sat
up and saw Rick watching him, his eyes giving away the desire he felt
inside. Chris had seen Rick rubbing himself through his shorts during
the show and was surprised he hadn’t taken his cock out. Chris smiled to
himself, swung his legs over the bed, found his panties and pulled them
on. He walked over to Rick who was watching him with something
approaching panic on his face. He stood in front of Rick, bent over and
whispered to him, ‘Have you ever had a lap dance, Rikkie?’ Rick shook
his head, his eyes wide with fear and desire. Chris smiled wickedly and
said. ‘You can look but don't touch.’
Rick could hardly breathe as Chris began his lap dance in front of him.
He so badly wanted to reach out and touch Chris’s lithe body as he
gyrated and danced in front of him, but somehow he kept his hands still.
Rick had to shut his eyes at times as Chris thrust his bum and then his
groin so close to his face that he thought Chris could feel his breath
on his skin. Rick’s mind was reeling; to be so close to Chris dressed
like this, doing these things to him, and for him to feel like this, did
it mean he was gay? Rick moaned when Chris skimmed his cock with his
bum, making him wriggle in his chair.
Chris knew the effect he was having on Rick. He could see on his face
and in the tension in his body that Rick was fixated on him. He pushed
his chest close to Rick’s face and pushed his small breasts up with his
hands, making the nipples stand out. He could see the effort that Rick
was making not to touch him, even though he so desperately wanted to.
Chris straddled Rick and sat on his lap, feeling his hard cock pushing
up through his shorts. Putting his arms around Rick's neck, Chris moved
his bum around as Rick moaned and squirmed in the chair. Finally, when
he thought Rick could take no more, Chris stood in front of Rick and
whispered in his ear, ‘You can touch now, if you want, Rikkie.’
Rick heard the words but didn't know if he dare touch Chris. He so
wanted to feel Chris's smooth skin under his fingertips, and to slide
his hands over the body that was just a few inches away, but he was so
nervous he couldn’t make himself move. Rick twitched, and with trembling
fingers he reached out to caress Chris. They both jumped as Rick’s
fingers finally brushed the skin, and Chris giggled as Rick stroked up
and down his tummy. The first touch of his fingers on Chris almost sent
Rick into orbit. The skin felt so soft and warm to his touch and Rick
knew he wanted to touch Chris everywhere, to rub his hands over every
inch of the beautiful body that was on display for him. Rick’s
inhibitions were melting away in the heat from the fire which Chris had
lit within him. Chris bent forward so that Rick’s fingers brushed his
nipples, and Chris moaned as he felt a jolt run through him. Chris moved
forward to press a nipple against Rick’s lips, which opened and sucked
it inside his mouth, like a baby would suckle a mother’s breast.
Rick almost passed out when Chris pushed his nipple against his lips,
and all he could do was close his eyes and suck the hard nub. He heard
Chris draw in his breath as he lapped and licked the nipple, then he
moved on to the other nipple, gathering confidence in what he was doing.
Chris stood up again and moved forwards, pushing his cock close to
Rick’s face. Rick could clearly see the outline of the cock through the
thin material and he wondered if he could ever bring himself to touch
it. Unsure of what to do next he looked up at Chris who said, ‘Take my
panties down.’
It wasn't so much an invitation as an order from Chris, one which Rick
was now powerless to resist. With shaking fingers, his newfound
confidence banished by Chris’s order, Rick hooked his thumbs into the
waistband of the panties and he began to ease them down. Rick paused and
his eyes flicked up to Chris to make sure he was doing the right thing,
and a nod from Chris was all he needed. Dropping his eyes back to the
panties just in front of his nose, he slid them further down Chris’s
thighs and slowly began to reveal the cock beneath. Rick stopped
breathing as the head poked above the waistband to be followed by the
length of the shaft. As he pulled the panties right down, Chris's cock
flicked out hard and straight, making Rick pull back his head in
surprise.
Of course, he had seen it before, but only on his laptop screen, and
that was no preparation to see it so close. He felt dizzy and shivered
with excitement as it glistened and pulsed in front of him. He couldn't
help licking his lips, which brought a giggle from Chris, who was pretty
sure that Rick would do whatever he was told right now. Chris didn't
want to frighten him off by rushing things, so he decided to wait a
little longer before getting Rick to go much further on the journey he
was planning.
Chris pulled Rick’s t-shirt over his head and then dropped to his knees.
He saw the look of astonishment on Rick’s face as he tugged down the
loose shorts he was wearing until Rick’s cock sprang free. Chris was
surprised to see how small It was, but it was very hard and the pre-cum
shone on the head. Chris didn't mind about the size; he had never been a
cock snob and anyway, nice things came in small packages. Bending
forward he kissed the tip, making Rick twitch as he felt Chris’s lips
brush lightly against the head. His cock had been almost painfully hard
ever since the show, and Rick already felt close to the edge.
Chris licked and kissed the head and Rick closed his eyes and his head
went back from what he was feeling. No-one had ever touched his cock
before, let along kissed it. Rick was in a state of euphoria as Chris
licked along the length of his cock and flicked the underside with his
tongue and he almost levitated off the chair as Chris enveloped Rick’s
cock in his warm, wet and eager mouth.
Chris could easily take the whole cock into his mouth until his nose
touched Rick’s groin. He began to bob his head up and down, drawing
moans from Rick. Circling his tongue around the head, Chris squeezed
first one and then the other small testicle, making Rick writhe on the
chair. Chris felt Rick tense as his climax was close, and just as he
took the cock back into his mouth, Rick groaned and gasped, ‘I'm
cumming.’
Chris held Rick in his mouth, but he wasn't prepared for the amount of
cum that erupted into his mouth. He could not believe such a small set
of balls could produce so much and he swallowed what he could, but there
was too much. He spluttered and gagged and some of it splashed out onto
his face. Chris slipped Rick’s cock out of his mouth, quickly sat on
Rick’s lap once more, pulled him into a kiss and pushed the cum into
Rick's mouth.
When Chris had taken Rick’s cock into his mouth, Rick looked down and
shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He closed
his eyes and then opened them to check if this was all a dream. It
wasn't, and he watched as Chris's head bobbed up and down on his cock,
the soft warm mouth and tongue sending him into ecstasy. Rick closed his
eyes again, this time to better experience what was happening to him. He
had been edging several times already, and he knew it would not be long.
Chris tormented Rick, sliding his tongue along the shaft and swirling it
beneath the head, sending Rick into delirium. He felt Chris take his
balls in his fingers and squeeze them, finally flipping Rick over the
edge. He exploded into Chris's mouth, his eyes closed in his ecstasy. It
was as if an earthquake had happened inside Rick and he shook as he kept
cumming and cumming into Chris’s mouth. Rick barely had time to open his
eyes before he felt Chris sit on his lap, and then Chris's tongue
pushing something into his mouth. With a start, he realised it was his
own cum, and he instinctively swallowed, the raw salty taste familiar
from his first taste a few nights ago.
He kissed Rick back, their tongues wrestling with each other, their lips
slipping and sliding over each other’s. A small voice was telling Rick
that he was kissing a man. At that moment, he couldn't have cared less.
The cocktail of endorphins, serotonin and adrenaline released by his
climax spun him into a high he had never experienced before. His
inhibitions were s**ttered on the winds and he was now only interested
in the pleasure he was receiving.
Chris finally broke their kiss and stood up, his cock still hard.
Looking down at Rick it was obvious he was wondering if Chris wanted him
to do what he had done to him. Not wanting to push Rick too far too
soon, Chris whispered, ‘That's enough for tonight. There's plenty of
time for more. You can come back here tomorrow evening, but only if you
wear these for me all day tomorrow.’ He picked up the panties he had
been wearing and handed them to Rick, kissing him before saying, ‘Will
you do that for me, Rikkie?’
Rick nodded his head, his eyes fixed on the flimsy scrap of material.
Taking them in his trembling fingers, he wondered why Chris wanted him
to wear them. But he knew if he could have more of what had just
happened, he would walk on glass if Chris asked him to.
Rick dragged himself off to his room and sat on the floor with his back
against the bed and his arms wrapped around his knees. He felt so
confused he almost couldn't function properly. He knew that one part of
him wanted to go, and another was terrified about what might happen. He
was frightened by the strength of his own feelings, and the fear of
embarrassment, or even worse, humiliation, was never far away from him.
He looked at his watch, 25 minutes had passed and he needed to make a
decision.
Desire overcame fear, as it always does, and Rick felt his pulse racing
as he stood up. Chris had said something about wearing something
comfortable. What did that mean? Rick looked around desperately before
grabbing his sleep shorts and a t-shirt. He changed as fast as he could,
nearly falling over in his haste. He took a deep breath and opened his
bedroom door and walked over to Chris’s room. He knocked softly on the
door, half hoping Chris wouldn't hear him. The door opened and Rick
sucked in his breath as Chris stood there wearing a babydoll nightie and
a pair of panties. A shoulder-length blonde wig framed his perfectly
made-up face; dark eyeshadow, mascara on his eyelashes, blusher, and
pink lipstick. Rick thought he looked beautiful.
‘Hello Rikkie baby,’ said Chris, with a lightness in his voice which
made him sound distinctly feminine, ‘Don't stand there gawping, come
in.’ Chris leant forward and kissed Rick on the cheek, making him blush
like a red traffic light. He took Rikkie's hand and pulled him inside
the room.
‘You're shaking, Rikkie. Don't be nervous, I promise you nothing bad is
going to happen. You might even enjoy it.’ He giggled as he said this,
making him sound even more like a girl to Rick.
‘Sit over there on the chair where you can see everything.’ Chris
pointed to a chair and Rick sat down, still dazed by what was going on.
‘A few rules first Rikkie, the emergency doors are here, here and here.’
Chris acted out the gestures a stewardess would make for the safety
briefing on a plane. That is, Rick thought, if they all wore tiny
babydoll nighties which kept riding up to show their panties. He laughed
and Chris said, ‘That's better. Now in here my name is Kittie. Oh, but
you know that already, don't you?’ He grinned and blew a kiss at Rick,
who went red again. ‘You can watch, but no noise, my clients want to
think I am here just for them.’ Kittie smiled and added, ’You can do
what you want as well, but don't make a sound doing it,’ he winked at
Rick, who was squirming in his seat.
Rick looked around and it was a pretty simple setup. Facing Chris’s bed
was a table with a laptop and a web camera. There were a couple of floor
lamps to give some lighting and that was it. Chris would be able to
watch himself on the laptop from his bed and to see the messages coming
in from the clients. Rick was positioned behind and to one side of the
camera, so he was looking at a scene familiar to him from his laptop
screen, but this time he was in the same room and it would all be live.
Chris lay on the bed and he winked at Rick as his show went live.
Rick tried to sit as still as he could as Chris began to interact with
the clients who were messaging him with their requests. Rick had seen
Chris and many other models on webcams but he was transfixed by what was
happening a few feet away from him. The screen was a barrier, making
everything distant and impersonal. This was happening up close and
personal, in front of his eyes, and within touching distance. Chris was
teasing the clients, trying to get them to buy more tokens before he
would agree to their requests. He took his time taking off his
nightdress, giving them a show that would encourage them to spend more.
He left his panties for a while before they too were removed and tossed
away.
Chris could see Rick sitting in the chair just to the side of the screen
and he found it exciting to have someone to perform for. The clients on
the other side of the screen were anonymous, and he had to imagine what
they looked like. With Rick in the room. It was more direct, more alive,
and he found it turned him on so much to have him there watching him.
Chris had always known himself to be an exhibitionist, and the webcam
gave him the opportunity to indulge himself as much as he wanted.
Rick had to stifle a little moan as Chris’s cock popped into view,
already half erect and standing out from his groin. Rick’s own cock was
now getting hard, and he had to rearrange himself on the chair more than
once as Chris began to play with his cock on the bed. Rick’s pulse began
to race as Chris stroked his cock harder and harder, taking himself to
the edge and then pulling back to get the clients to spend more to see
him cum. Chris was now laying back on the bed, his cock straight up in
the air and his fingers were stroking it faster and faster. Rick moaned
out loud at the sight, and his hands were rubbing his own cock which was
now rock hard inside his shorts. Chris suddenly arched his back, groaned
and his cock twitched two or three times, spurting cum in long strings
to pool on his belly. He looked over directly at Rick, put his finger
into one of the pools, and with a wink at the camera he put his finger
into his mouth and sucked the cum from it.
Chris closed down the show and lay on the bed for a moment, getting his
breath back and giving himself a moment to recover his thoughts. He sat
up and saw Rick watching him, his eyes giving away the desire he felt
inside. Chris had seen Rick rubbing himself through his shorts during
the show and was surprised he hadn’t taken his cock out. Chris smiled to
himself, swung his legs over the bed, found his panties and pulled them
on. He walked over to Rick who was watching him with something
approaching panic on his face. He stood in front of Rick, bent over and
whispered to him, ‘Have you ever had a lap dance, Rikkie?’ Rick shook
his head, his eyes wide with fear and desire. Chris smiled wickedly and
said. ‘You can look but don't touch.’
Rick could hardly breathe as Chris began his lap dance in front of him.
He so badly wanted to reach out and touch Chris’s lithe body as he
gyrated and danced in front of him, but somehow he kept his hands still.
Rick had to shut his eyes at times as Chris thrust his bum and then his
groin so close to his face that he thought Chris could feel his breath
on his skin. Rick’s mind was reeling; to be so close to Chris dressed
like this, doing these things to him, and for him to feel like this, did
it mean he was gay? Rick moaned when Chris skimmed his cock with his
bum, making him wriggle in his chair.
Chris knew the effect he was having on Rick. He could see on his face
and in the tension in his body that Rick was fixated on him. He pushed
his chest close to Rick’s face and pushed his small breasts up with his
hands, making the nipples stand out. He could see the effort that Rick
was making not to touch him, even though he so desperately wanted to.
Chris straddled Rick and sat on his lap, feeling his hard cock pushing
up through his shorts. Putting his arms around Rick's neck, Chris moved
his bum around as Rick moaned and squirmed in the chair. Finally, when
he thought Rick could take no more, Chris stood in front of Rick and
whispered in his ear, ‘You can touch now, if you want, Rikkie.’
Rick heard the words but didn't know if he dare touch Chris. He so
wanted to feel Chris's smooth skin under his fingertips, and to slide
his hands over the body that was just a few inches away, but he was so
nervous he couldn’t make himself move. Rick twitched, and with trembling
fingers he reached out to caress Chris. They both jumped as Rick’s
fingers finally brushed the skin, and Chris giggled as Rick stroked up
and down his tummy. The first touch of his fingers on Chris almost sent
Rick into orbit. The skin felt so soft and warm to his touch and Rick
knew he wanted to touch Chris everywhere, to rub his hands over every
inch of the beautiful body that was on display for him. Rick’s
inhibitions were melting away in the heat from the fire which Chris had
lit within him. Chris bent forward so that Rick’s fingers brushed his
nipples, and Chris moaned as he felt a jolt run through him. Chris moved
forward to press a nipple against Rick’s lips, which opened and sucked
it inside his mouth, like a baby would suckle a mother’s breast.
Rick almost passed out when Chris pushed his nipple against his lips,
and all he could do was close his eyes and suck the hard nub. He heard
Chris draw in his breath as he lapped and licked the nipple, then he
moved on to the other nipple, gathering confidence in what he was doing.
Chris stood up again and moved forwards, pushing his cock close to
Rick’s face. Rick could clearly see the outline of the cock through the
thin material and he wondered if he could ever bring himself to touch
it. Unsure of what to do next he looked up at Chris who said, ‘Take my
panties down.’
It wasn't so much an invitation as an order from Chris, one which Rick
was now powerless to resist. With shaking fingers, his newfound
confidence banished by Chris’s order, Rick hooked his thumbs into the
waistband of the panties and he began to ease them down. Rick paused and
his eyes flicked up to Chris to make sure he was doing the right thing,
and a nod from Chris was all he needed. Dropping his eyes back to the
panties just in front of his nose, he slid them further down Chris’s
thighs and slowly began to reveal the cock beneath. Rick stopped
breathing as the head poked above the waistband to be followed by the
length of the shaft. As he pulled the panties right down, Chris's cock
flicked out hard and straight, making Rick pull back his head in
surprise.
Of course, he had seen it before, but only on his laptop screen, and
that was no preparation to see it so close. He felt dizzy and shivered
with excitement as it glistened and pulsed in front of him. He couldn't
help licking his lips, which brought a giggle from Chris, who was pretty
sure that Rick would do whatever he was told right now. Chris didn't
want to frighten him off by rushing things, so he decided to wait a
little longer before getting Rick to go much further on the journey he
was planning.
Chris pulled Rick’s t-shirt over his head and then dropped to his knees.
He saw the look of astonishment on Rick’s face as he tugged down the
loose shorts he was wearing until Rick’s cock sprang free. Chris was
surprised to see how small It was, but it was very hard and the pre-cum
shone on the head. Chris didn't mind about the size; he had never been a
cock snob and anyway, nice things came in small packages. Bending
forward he kissed the tip, making Rick twitch as he felt Chris’s lips
brush lightly against the head. His cock had been almost painfully hard
ever since the show, and Rick already felt close to the edge.
Chris licked and kissed the head and Rick closed his eyes and his head
went back from what he was feeling. No-one had ever touched his cock
before, let along kissed it. Rick was in a state of euphoria as Chris
licked along the length of his cock and flicked the underside with his
tongue and he almost levitated off the chair as Chris enveloped Rick’s
cock in his warm, wet and eager mouth.
Chris could easily take the whole cock into his mouth until his nose
touched Rick’s groin. He began to bob his head up and down, drawing
moans from Rick. Circling his tongue around the head, Chris squeezed
first one and then the other small testicle, making Rick writhe on the
chair. Chris felt Rick tense as his climax was close, and just as he
took the cock back into his mouth, Rick groaned and gasped, ‘I'm
cumming.’
Chris held Rick in his mouth, but he wasn't prepared for the amount of
cum that erupted into his mouth. He could not believe such a small set
of balls could produce so much and he swallowed what he could, but there
was too much. He spluttered and gagged and some of it splashed out onto
his face. Chris slipped Rick’s cock out of his mouth, quickly sat on
Rick’s lap once more, pulled him into a kiss and pushed the cum into
Rick's mouth.
When Chris had taken Rick’s cock into his mouth, Rick looked down and
shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He closed
his eyes and then opened them to check if this was all a dream. It
wasn't, and he watched as Chris's head bobbed up and down on his cock,
the soft warm mouth and tongue sending him into ecstasy. Rick closed his
eyes again, this time to better experience what was happening to him. He
had been edging several times already, and he knew it would not be long.
Chris tormented Rick, sliding his tongue along the shaft and swirling it
beneath the head, sending Rick into delirium. He felt Chris take his
balls in his fingers and squeeze them, finally flipping Rick over the
edge. He exploded into Chris's mouth, his eyes closed in his ecstasy. It
was as if an earthquake had happened inside Rick and he shook as he kept
cumming and cumming into Chris’s mouth. Rick barely had time to open his
eyes before he felt Chris sit on his lap, and then Chris's tongue
pushing something into his mouth. With a start, he realised it was his
own cum, and he instinctively swallowed, the raw salty taste familiar
from his first taste a few nights ago.
He kissed Rick back, their tongues wrestling with each other, their lips
slipping and sliding over each other’s. A small voice was telling Rick
that he was kissing a man. At that moment, he couldn't have cared less.
The cocktail of endorphins, serotonin and adrenaline released by his
climax spun him into a high he had never experienced before. His
inhibitions were s**ttered on the winds and he was now only interested
in the pleasure he was receiving.
Chris finally broke their kiss and stood up, his cock still hard.
Looking down at Rick it was obvious he was wondering if Chris wanted him
to do what he had done to him. Not wanting to push Rick too far too
soon, Chris whispered, ‘That's enough for tonight. There's plenty of
time for more. You can come back here tomorrow evening, but only if you
wear these for me all day tomorrow.’ He picked up the panties he had
been wearing and handed them to Rick, kissing him before saying, ‘Will
you do that for me, Rikkie?’
Rick nodded his head, his eyes fixed on the flimsy scrap of material.
Taking them in his trembling fingers, he wondered why Chris wanted him
to wear them. But he knew if he could have more of what had just
happened, he would walk on glass if Chris asked him to.
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