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I would never say no to ANY cock. But will admit, when a huge one thrusts into me, I feel like such a little slut and I fucking love it.

Chapter 8: Zero Hour Helixion Genetics, South Passage, Ground Floor. Building 3. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:30 MST. 30-Oct-20XX “Man, this hallway goes on forever,” Elias complained aloud. “There better be cheese at the end of this maze!” Navigating all the twisting corridors in the dark hadn’t been a fun experience for either him or Gravestone. Twice he nearly walked into a wall that he didn’t expect to find there, prompting Gravestone to remark, “Careful, there, soldier. Wouldn’t want to have to carry you out of here.” “Hardy-har,” Elias responded with sarcasm to cover his embarrassment. “Let me look at the map.” Gravestone handed the single sheet of paper to him silently, and began to examine a plaque on the wall while Elias inspected the map. After a quick scan, he shined his field light down the hall they just came through. “We just went through there, and if I’m reading this right, the map indicates a left turn from here. Do you see a left turn ahead?” Gravestone turned his light ahead in that direction, and quickly found the corner. “Yup. Right… er, left here.” His beam hit the unremarkable wall. “Okay, then the security room should be at the end of the hall. Tex and Stag should have got access to the cameras by now.” The walk through the hall was uneventful, and both men kept silent as they proceeded. The only sound was the soft clip of their tactical boots. Elias was grateful that the annoying alarm had ceased, and he inwardly prayed that it stopped because Tex or Stag found a switch in the security room. Finally reaching the door to the room, both men stopped suddenly. Elias sniffed the air, and said, “Smell that?” “Someone’s been smoking, right here.” He pointed his light at the floor, and immediately found a cigarette butt, smashed from what looked like a boot print. “And here’s the evidence.” He bent over and picked it up, and after a quick examination, said, “This is that brand that Stag likes.” He threw it back on the floor with contempt. “I’d like a smoke right now, but that guy seriously has no respect for protocol.” Gravestone stood at full height. “Remind me to chew him out for it later.” Elias nodded twice, and then tried the door. To his surprise, the knob turned easily, indicating that it wasn’t locked. He pushed the door open quickly, and was surprised to find Tex lying on the floor, and the contents of the trash can strewn about him. “Shit, Toby!” Elias rushed to him, and knelt beside him. Gravestone entered the room, joining Elias over Tex’s slumped form. “Damn it! Please tell me he’s still alive,” Gravestone said, watching as Elias held two fingers to Tex’s neck. “Yep. I think he was just knocked out,” Elias replied, rolling the man over and looking around for any injuries. Gravestone then walked over to the bay of monitors. “Good, try to get him back with us while I take a look. This gives us access to the whole building,” Gravestone said, looking at the various feeds, trying to get a bit of situational awareness. “Wake up, buddy.” Elias removed the wads of paper and food wrappers from around his friend, and gently slapped his face once or twice. Tex came to, with a start. “Wha…” He groaned at once, and put his hand to the back of his head where Stag had struck him. “What the hell happened to you?” Elias asked him. “It was Stag. Sick twisted fuck knocked me out,” he said as he pushed himself up to sitting while nursing his wounded head, hissing as he touched the back of his head. “Damn…. That hurts.” “Why would he do that?” Gravestone asked with a touch of anger in his voice. “No idea. We were watching the monitors, and… oh, shit… They got Patch and Pixel,” Tex said with irritation. “Who is ‘they’?” Gravestone demanded. “Who got Patch and Pixel?” Tex hesitated, then exhaled loudly. “We were watching the monitors when we saw this… huge thing chasing them and Zero.” He kept blinking as he remembered witnessing the awful event. “They tried to barricade in an office, and the thing broke the door down when those alarms went off. It was like a man possessed, only it wasn’t a man. Or I don’t think it was. It … looked like…” Tex’s breath started coming shorter as he tried to find the right words to accurately convey what he saw. Elias and Gravestone exchanged intense looks of concern, and then returned their gaze to Tex. “What? What did it look like?” Gravestone asked impatiently. “I can’t begin to describe it,” Tex finally said. “It was black, and big, and of monstrous size, I mean, it looked human-shaped but didn’t, and it hurt them, and sliced their clothes. Then another one came in, and they started…” Tex struggled to find the right word here. “The creatures got Patch and Pixel naked, and they raped them.” “Oh my god…” Elias whispered, drawing a hand to his lips. Gravestone’s face pinched while he processed the fact. “Wh… why the hell would they do that?” “It was terrible,” Tex choked out. “And then a third one came in, but I guess Zero hid somewhere, and it didn’t find him. But it left, and then the things carried our guys away. I think maybe they’re dead, they weren’t moving and I don't see how they could have survived that.” Tex’s voice trailed off. Elias and Gravestone shot looks of puzzlement at each other. Gravestone turned back to the monitors. “God damn it! Show us which room. Where did this happen?” Gravestone asked, eyes never leaving the array of screens. Tex stood to his feet, and hobbled over to the displays. It didn’t take him an instant to find the one he wanted. “There. This room,” he said, pointing. “And look – oh thank god, Zero’s still there!” “Guy’s probably freaking out,” Elias said. He activated his earpiece. “Zero, come in.” The figure on the monitor raised his head at the call, and leapt to his feet. “Z-z-zero here,” he answered in a broken voice. “Commander, it’s good to hear your voice! Please tell me you guys are safe!” Gravestone also activated his device. “Zero, we’ve found Tex. He saw the whole thing on the monitors in the security office. Are you injured?” “No, sir. I was able to get into the ceiling.” “Did you see what happened?” Gravestone asked, concern in his voice. “Yes, sir. It was brutal. Those… monsters got Pixel. Patch, too.” “We’ve heard,” Elias said. “We’re going to find the security tapes, and have a look for ourselves.” “You… you aren’t doubting me, are you sir?” Zero asked in a hurt voice. “No,” Elias answered gently. “No, Zero, but for our part, we need to see what this was, and maybe fill in some holes in the story. We need to see what you saw.” Zero sighed but with no visible relief. “Understood, sir. I’m… just going to sit here a minute.” Zero resumed his seat on the floor in a position of defeat and what looked like coping. He cradled himself, and started rocking back and forth on the hard office floor. Gravestone looked at Elias, jaw slightly dropped, and eyes full of compassion. “Jesus, he’s starting to shut down mentally. We gotta go get him. Can you handle Tex by yourself?” “I’m fine, guys,” Tex answered. “Just gonna have a nasty bump for a few days.” “Any idea where Stag is?” Elias asked, “I want to give that fucker a piece of my mind.” “Screw him,” Tex said. “Like I was telling you, we were watching that crazy scene, and I went to throw up. When I came up for air, I noticed him… I dunno, maybe touching himself. He was clearly getting off on what we watched happen.” Tex shook his head slightly. “He said something really fucking weird, and the guys on base say he’s been off his rocker for a while now. Probably took off on his own. Didn’t exactly say where he was going.” Elias wasn’t terribly surprised. With all the venomous remarks and ambivalence toward the mission thus far tonight, he almost expected Stag to do something drastic and stupid to top it all off. “Wait!” Tex suddenly said. “Fuck, I remember now. He said, ‘I can’t have you stopping me’ right before he clocked me. What the fuck did he mean by that?” “I… think I know,” Gravestone answered gravely. He pointed at another monitor. “Take a look. Down in the basement here.” The three of them watched the CCTV as they saw Stag walking by himself, confidently, and almost strutting from one end of the screen to the other and out of sight. Elias consulted the map. “What the hell is he down there for? There’s nothing down there but a maintenance shaft.” Tex looked at Elias quizzically. “If he wanted to bolt,” Elias continued, “he’s going in the wrong direction.” “Dammit…” Gravestone said with irritation. He put his hand to his earpiece. “Stag, come in.” In another monitor, they could see Stag remove his own earpiece, drop it on the floor, and crush it beneath his boot. He then found the nearest camera, and flipped them the bird before walking off screen again. Elias’s jaw dropped open in shock. “Yep… leave him, he’s gone,” Gravestone said, pursing his lips tightly. “I hope the monsters get him, the reckless bastard. I’m done trying with him. One less psycho in the world.” Tex and Elias expressed silent surprise that their commander would so easily cast off one of the team without a moment’s hesitation. “Where are the others?” Gravestone again put his hand to his earpiece. “Patch, give your location.” No reply. “Lockjaw, what’s your status?” No reply again. Gravestone looked at the others. “Why is no one answering?” Tex shrugged. “Remember when Sticks stopped responding? Maybe this whole place is full of dead zones.” Gravestone put his tongue between his teeth with frustration and shook his head, but said nothing. “Seriously, fuck this place.” Elias continued to check various monitors. “Hey, guys, I don’t see Lockjaw or Sticks anywhere on these feeds, either.” Gravestone silently looked at the screens, inspecting each one, and hoping he’d see them somewhere. “See? Here’s where the fire door came down on the Major, and he’s not there. Shit, we told him to stay put!” Elias slammed his fist down on the panel, and it gave a small electrical buzz in response. “If they ran into those things that took Patch and Pixel,” Gravestone began in a dark tone, “then they’re probably gone, too. Fuck! That’s almost half the squad.” He sighed, shut his eyes, and silently wished he was somewhere else. This can’t be happening. “Zero, how are you doing?” Elias asked. It took a minute to get a response, but Zero finally answered, “I’m holed up here. Those things are still out there. You guys can’t risk getting caught, too. Get out of here, and get help. Reinforcements. Something.” Tex and Elias and Gravestone all exchanged looks again. “No, soldier. Stay put, we’re coming to get you.” “No, sir! I’m telling you, it’s too risky,” Zero answered back. “I’ll buy you some time. I just… need a minute. Give me a second to think.” “This night just keeps getting better and better,” Tex said sarcastically, finally finding his glasses in the bottom of the trash, a large piece of uneaten banana stuck to one of the lenses. Elias looked around the control panel, searching for something that would indicate a playback of the assault on Patch and Pixel. After pressing a few buttons at a static monitor, he cued the footage to a guesstimate of when the event occurred. With singular luck, the video feed showed the exact moment when the third creature left the room in frustration. Elias and Gravestone watched in blank surprise as they got their first look at the monsters that attacked their teammates. —-------------- Helixion Genetics, East Hallway, Building 3, 2nd Floor Chemicals Lab. Office, Site of the Double Assault. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:32 MST Zero sat in a crumpled mess, attempting to smack the demons out of his head. He kept replaying the horrific sequence of events: the running down the hall, the attempt to keep the beast out, the view of the double rape from the ceiling. His mind screamed in terror. Each time he replayed it in his head, he invented a thousand and one scenarios where something might have been different and resulted in a different outcome. But none of them convinced him that he didn’t see it, and the images would be burned into his memory for the rest of his life. He removed his earpiece, and placed it on the floor. No distractions. Taking several deep calming breaths, he tried to meditate. His mind went back to the first mission he’d ever been on: a simple mission to free some hostages from one of the nameless cartels in the region. A set of twin siblings, one male and one female. Apparently the drug lord had taken a liking to twins as of late, and the two had been pulled from their family, children of the American ambassador, in the dead of night two months prior. He’d been tasked with helping extract them. They’d almost made it out of the compound when the brother had been shot, his sister screaming in agony at the site of her twin lying in a quickly growing pool of her own blood. In an instant, she snapped and went running out into the courtyard, armed only with a blunt piece of wood. Before Zero could do anything, she was gunned down, landing just within arms reach. Before Zero could escape, he was caught by the cartel’s men. Over the week he spent in captivity, he’d endured nearly every form of torture they could think of, before their leader decided it would be a perfect time to have his way with him. Zero had been worn down and was nearly ready to lay back and let it happen when his team finally came in and rescued him. Zero covered his face with his hands and wept uncontrollably. This whole thing was a picnic compared to that. But, every time he thought back to what he witnessed, he was somehow transported back to that fateful night just before he was rescued. Smacking the side of his head one more time, he took several deep breaths and put the radio back in his ear. He had promised to cover his comrades while they escaped the facility, and this time, he would not fail. He wiped his face with one hand, checked his pistol, and resettled his uniform. After a deep inhalation, he went to the doorway, and boldly walked out with a false confidence he knew he didn’t feel. —------------ Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:30 MST. 30-Oct-20XX “Baby…,” Lockjaw struggled to say, the saliva gurgling around in his mouth before he could finally spit it out. “What are you doing?” He continued to try spitting out the disgusting concoction that Sticks was now dribbling into his mouth. “Shhhh, it’s okay,” Sticks answered in a sickeningly sweet voice. “You’ll be okay, I promise. It’ll only hurt at first, but once you give yourself over to it, you’ll forget aaaall about the pain. On the other end is nothing but pleasure.” Lockjaw had to admit that the situation was incredibly kinky. In all their prior sexcapades, Sticks had never done anything like this. Lockjaw was always the top, and Sticks was his bottom. Now the roles were reversed, and Lockjaw felt uncomfortable with the unexpected shift in their dynamic. “Give…over…to what?” Lockjaw answered with trepidation, his mind swimming and he tried desperately to focus. Slowly, Sticks began to undress him, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down with surprising strength. Roughly, he ripped off Lockjaw’s shirt, exposing his hairy chest. Playfully, Sticks ran his tongue up his chest in one long lick, before biting down hard on his left nipple. Lockjaw let out a loud groan, looking down and seeing a deep bruise already forming around the tender flesh. “To everything I want to give you, baby,” Sticks said, running his hands up and down Lockjaw’s chest. “You want it, right?” “Wh…. what are you wanting to give me…” Lockjaw said, shaking his head as the world around him bloomed in technicolor, his brain struggling to process everything. “I want to make us one…” Sticks said, hurriedly untying the man’s boots and ripping them off, quickly followed by the socks. “You want that, don’t you? You want to be mine forever, right?” Suddenly, Lockjaw gave a pained gasp as Sticks began to pull harshly on his balls, before diving deeply on his cock. Never before had the smaller man been able to deep throat him like this, always gagging at the last second. Now, it was almost like Sticks was a starved man, his teeth scraping the skin of his cock and he tried to swallow him whole. Finally pulling away, Lockjaw couldn’t help but moan, the cool air of the corridor causing his cock to throb. Sticks quickly pushed his legs over his head, sniffing and rubbing his face around in Lockjaw’s ass. “I want us to be together forever,” Sticks said, pulling back and staring almost feverishly at Lockjaw. “Tell me you’re ready for it.” “Ready for what,” Lockjaw said drunkenly, the chemicals making his mind feel like it was actually melting out of his ears, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything as his own body began to feel hot and flush. Sticks repositioned himself in reply, and then suddenly thrust his engorged, monstrous penis into Lockjaw’s rectum. “This!” Lockjaw gasped sharply as he felt the intrusion. It was larger than he remembered. For a split second, he thought Sticks might be using something as a dildo, because Sticks was never this thick or this rough. The texture of his member felt wrong, almost like the wooden leg from a piece of furniture. In that same instant, Lockjaw’s vision blacked out and came right back into focus. The mucus was working its magic, and seeping deeper and deeper into the brain. His vision swam, and the room fell into a slow, heavy spin. As Sticks continued thrusting in and out, Lockjaw swore he could barely make out the sound of approaching footsteps. They sounded like boots, and he feared discovery in this most compromising of positions. The boots stopped suddenly, and after a few seconds, the sound began again but receded, and he relaxed once again. In and out and in and out, Sticks worked himself up, and made sure that his partner was enjoying every single ministration. Lockjaw’s head lolled to one side, then suddenly rolled to the other as he relished the assault on his sphincter. He knew he would have trouble walking in the morning, but he didn’t care. This felt so good, so amazing. Everything in the world suddenly made sense. Stars occasionally came into view and burst as fast as they appeared across his vision. Why hadn’t he ever asked Sticks to top before? Probably his own impressive phallus consigned Sticks to an eternal bottom role, and Lockjaw was too happy to oblige. No longer though, he thought to himself. “You like this bigger dick, don’t you, Adrian,” Sticks hissed seductively. “It’s tearing you apart, making you miiiine forever. You - you will love this feeling as m-much as I do. God, your hole is like velvet!” Sticks’s breathing started coming heavier and faster and shorter. Lockjaw knew he was getting close, and his own prick had swelled to full size. He tried to move his hand down toward it to stroke himself, but Sticks had him pinned. Movement in any direction would require more effort than he could muster at the moment, and he didn’t want Sticks to stop ravaging him, either. The speed increased; the green hair flopped all about; the thrusts became shorter but more forcefully. Finally, Sticks shot his first toxic load into Lockjaw, and let out a terrifying howl of satisfaction. It was a sound Lockjaw would never forget; a bestial, feral roar that distorted the very fabric of reality. His body spasmed in response, but he didn’t feel that he had begun to leak his own cum during the copulation. It flowed out gently like a quiet stream in the woods, and dribbled slowly, coating both of them in his natural juices. Sticks stuck out his split tongue, and lapped it up, all the while keeping eye contact with his lover. He wanted him to see that he enjoyed the fluid, and was tasting his first meal since his conversion. “Welcome to my dark side,” Sticks said just before Lockjaw collapsed with exhaustion and into unconsciousness. “You. Are. MINE.” He bit his lover gently on the neck, making a miniscule puncture, blood barely beading on the surface. He didn’t know why he did this, but part of him knew that now Lockjaw would have another distinctive scar. Sticks cradled him, and just sat with him, his cock continuing to pump more and more of the black cum inside. —------------ Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor. West Corridor. REDACTED location. 22:30 MST. 30-Oct-20XX Stag continued his cocky walk, not caring if anything surprised him from the shadows. He had got lost three times along the way, and kept finding himself back in the lobby of Helixion Genetics. After the third attempt, he opened a pocket in his shirt, and removed a tiny can of spray paint. He marked a large blue X on the paths he had already taken, and by process of elimination, he saw the one way he hadn’t gone. He was now on that path, and so far, he hadn’t returned to the lobby by surprise. He was confident - perhaps overconfident - that this was the right way toward a night of evil revelry. What do you think you're doing, Bryce? You're not gay. Fags are sick, twisted things. His internal voice was trying to protect him from the impending danger of the situation. But the devil on his shoulder also whispered to him. Oh yes, you are. You wouldn't have come down here otherwise. And you yourself are a sick, twisted thing. Remember that guy who spurned you just when you started to accept it? Stag remembered the beautiful man, wistfully, and a smile spread over his face at the memory. Then it turned to a scowl as he recalled the rejection. I'll show YOU who's not good enough! Oh, yes, that guy will get — His earpiece suddenly demanded that he respond to his comms, so he swiftly removed it, and crushed it beneath his boot. He passed a security camera on the way, and flipped it the bird, not caring if Tex or his superiors or anyone else was watching. Stag made no effort to stop in any of the rooms, or make any detours, but like a man on a mission, he made a beeline from one end of the hall to the other. Finally, he found the stairs leading down into the basement, and casually looked over the rail. Humming happily to himself, he pulled out another cigarette, lighting it up and smiling before bouncing down each step. At last, he reached the bottom, and opened the door, wandering aimlessly until he reached the corridor he had briefly seen Sticks leading Lockjaw down. This has to be the place, he said to himself, smiling as he watched as Sticks continue to pound Lockjaw’s ass without abandon, the older man’s face rolling around in sheer bliss. A part of him wondered if it truly felt as amazing as it looked. Briefly, he took in the smaller man’s appearance. He had a feeling Sticks might be gay, but the Major? He was a man’s man. Apparently so, he chucked to himself. And now he’s the little twerp’s bitch. Stag stood still for a moment, and quietly observed. He could make out the altered features of Sticks, and it piqued his interest. Is this what I can look forward to? He smirked, and forced himself to stay quiet, a monumental task. Better to not interrupt their mating. Who knew if these things could get violent, and how much stronger their aggressions would be? The improved size of Sticks, and the sharpness of the teeth were what fascinated him the most, so he regretted he couldn’t inspect these features a little more closely. He calmly walked past, neither man paying him any attention as he strode along, before finally reaching the end of the corridor, and what he presumed might be where the smilers are holed up. He threw his cigarette on the ground, and extinguished it with his boot. Opening the door, he was greeted by what he’d been looking for. The monster’s den.

As much as I love a good fucking, it's totally fair for a gay/bi guy to not enjoy it, and a word to say not wanting it is useful. I find a range of guys online, from just wanting to wank together to porn - so no touching at all, to guys in the middle who want to kiss and wank each other, to guys who want to fist, spit in each others mouths and get cum in them. We're all somewhere on the scale, and it's nothing wrong with anyone. Just be upfront what you want I think and find your match. But I have to admit I so far pass by side guys. For me the stuff they want to do is the start, not the whole thing. I'd like to get more open minded to this, perhaps it can be a whole thing with the right guy. But yeah, there's no substitute for getting your prostate worked over or fucking a guy, no plans to quit that ever!

Im open and honest with Him about everything. Probably because He i also gay and married and he is very open about him and his husbands open marriage. Me and my Doctor will actually share Sexual Stories with each other

It’s really like a casino. Sometimes you hit , mostly miss lol. It last Friday was a hit for sure.

You grabbed my balls and earned my spooge. You definably hit that spot....

Recycling some bits below: Originally coined by Dr Joe Kort, as discussed in this post, "side" was intended as a name for those that do everything but anal sex. The term "side" has been shifted from its pure and intended meaning as discussed here. It's perfectly valid for men to decide they don't do anal, just as it's perfectly valid for those for whom anal is the main event to avoid guys who identify as "sides". Fucking and getting bred is my main thing, so hooking up with side guys just doesn't get me what I need. That said, blaming, shaming, or pathologizing people who aren't into what you want to do isn't cool. It can be frustrating that guys aren't available to fuck, I know, but it's their right to decide what they do and don't do. Just as it's everyone else's right to not engage with them.

I would love to I’m in The Bronx and can travel

at the frist time felt humiliating but then felt like a reward to have cum in me

the best one for me was when forced in my mouth while he cums and holding my head in place till i swallow all cum down

I have the same fantasy to be gang bang by whole bunch of white guys only

I’m interested

Would love to see your syllabus for your WS class you teach….. sounds like an interesting class

Thanks. It was great group of men to play with--all devoted to piss and raw sex!

Great story and I particularly liked the fact that it continued after his conversion and onto him converting other chasers.

I suspect it is more than many wish their dicks were bigger than it is; more than the other guys dick is bigger. There is a power implication of course. The belief that the larger the dick the stronger the guy. Sort of like Samson but with dicks instead of hair (or were the biblical writers just using "hair" to protect the overly sensitive?). 🙂

Indeed we sometimes toss around the wrong word in so many context. And one risks being considered sort of a Karen if one says something. BUT, words do have meanings. When they don't, communication is flawed. I say one thing and your brain picks up on a whole different set of experiences in understanding that. I think when we talk about "education" we get stuck in the details of, let's say, physics rather than an understanding of what actually was in the mind of the speaker when we communicate. The political discourse has made this worse. When bald faced lies become truth we take misunderstanding to a whole new level. And so; I agree, it is time to get back to a common understanding the meaning of words.

I enjoyed this immensely. I jacked off to this multiple times wishing for a gift like this.

Perhaps it was more than luck though... Looking for someone who doesn't require their mate to "be" a certain person; but rather to be curious enough to see how the whole life plays out brings this sort of mate to us.

mmmm, piss, hot and wet story, made me hard

Just returned from 8 days in Bali and took multiple loads each day for 7 days and had one rest day. I couldn’t believe how busy the apps were. Grindr and Hornet were pinging me non-stop and unlike my previous visit I didn’t need to use a VPN. I was fortunate to be able to contact several fuckbuddies from my first trip 2 years ago but also met a number of fresh Asian guys all gagging for some thick white meat. Many days I was scheduling 3 or 4 guys in a day, and it took some diplomacy when rescheduling was required. The trip started with a buddy sleeping over the evening I flew in. Fucked evening and morning but no loads exchanged. Next guy flipped with me then bred me in the shower when cleaning up. Next guy was a fit 27 year old, I topped and bred him hard. Later he let me know he was bleeding a bit from my girth which made me feel a bit guilty, but I know he enjoyed it. Next guy was good but used a condom so doesn’t count here. The guys to this point were buddies from previous trip. The next guy was fresh off the apps and gave me a big load with his big cock. He was a keeper and I had him back several days later to breed me again. 6 of the next 7 guys who bred me were new contacts, the other a buddy from previous visit, and three of those I invited back on a subsequent day to breed me again. One good thing about the guys in Bali, they’re keen to get off the apps and message on WhatsApp because the local access to gay apps is quite uncertain and erratic. This facilitates subsequent hookups so I’ll look forwards to another visit which should be easier to schedule for another busy set of hookups.