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Taken by My Boy

Man attacked by thugs finds his son one of them



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This is a true story as told to me by a friend. Names have been changed to protect identities.



I was about to retire. A couple more years. I was looking forward to it. I was getting tired of teaching. I coached the sports teams and taught physical training at Obaledi College. I had a favorable rating–lost a few won a few. We were currently on a winning streak and I hoped that would last so I could go out on a positive note.



Life at home was okay. All but one of our kids were grown and out of the nest. Aaron our youngest still lived at home and was about to graduate from Obaledi.



That particular night the wife was in Florida visiting her sick mother and Aaron was out somewhere with his friends. I drank a couple of beers and fell asleep in the recliner while watching TV.



The first thing I knew I was waking up to guys grabbing my hands and feet. Before I could come to my senses they pulled me up out of the chair and threw me on my back on the floor.



When I started to struggle one of them held a long kitchen knife in front of my face. See this Coachie? Ya give us any trouble yer going to get hurt!



I looked up. Three men held me down. All were naked and all wore black hoods over their heads. The speaker was a young man but big. Built. Muscular. Powerful shoulders. big chest. A body-builder.



And he had a hardon a big one.



I looked from one to the other of those holding me down. Shorter not as muscular as the speaker–but they were strong enough to hold me. College kids no doubt since they knew I was a coach. Probably my own goddamned students.



I forgot to lock the front door. Bastards had come right through it. I saw piles of their clothes around the recliner.



I looked at them hard searching for something to identify them by since I couldn t see their faces. The big guy had a silver ring in his cockhead–a piercing a metal ring right through his piss slit and out the bottom of his cock–ouch!



One of the others had an outie belly-button. Okay not such a definite identifier but everybody s is different. I tried to memorize it. He too had a hardon but his cock wasn t the size of the big guy s.



The third one was a typical college-age male–I ve seen thousands of them in the locker rooms and showers. On his left shoulder was a tomahawk tattoo. Of the three he was the only one without a hardon and I got another weird thought: must be the only one not queer. The soft thing swinging between his legs was a hefty one though–Bet he s got a baseball bat when he s hard. Strange things you think when you re panicked. Who are you little bastards? I ll have you expelled for this!



The big one stuck the knifepoint against my neck. It hurt. Couldn t tell if he d drawn blood. Oh I don t think so Coachie. Story could end up them burglars broke in and left you dead on the floor.



Shit.



Then the guy with the knife (the damned thing from my own goddamned kitchen drawer) took it and started cutting off my clothes! Fucking perverts! What in hell are you doing?



Gittin back a little of our own Coachie–



— Little of your own? Stop this you goddamned perverts! I m old enough to be your father!



Maybe but now yer gonna be my wife. They snickered and he kept cutting and pulling away my clothes. Look at that. Wears a jockstrap even around the house. Two knife cuts and I was naked. Then they rolled me over onto my belly and spread-eagled me.



Couldn t believe it. In the autumn of my life after I had two wives and four children I was going to be fucked by a man. He spread my legs wider and although I wasn t in a crouch at first I felt like a center with the quarterback behind me.



It was the opposite of a football game though the quarterback passed something between my legs to me: he sank his cock in my ass. The whole process was very slow and it hurt like hell. I wanted to yell or struggle but the bastards would not get the pleasure of hearing me cry out. I gritted my teeth and stood it. I couldn t move they held me securely. And there was the knife.



When he was in all the way–felt like the knife was in my guts–he started plowing. My rear end was on fire and tears ran from my eyes. Torture. Pure torture.



But finally after what felt like hours the pain reached a peak a point where it didn t get any worse. I could stand it. Maybe I ll live after all.



About the time I mercifully got used to the huge thing up my butt he pulled it out. My body cavity was stretched so wide I could feel the cool air up my backdoor.



Then he rammed back in and with my asshole tight around him like a slip-knot he growled Okay ya big bastard I m gonna cum!



His lunges became truly mind-blowing and I felt something I never thought I would–a warm fullness in my guts like drinking a hot toddy–the bastard was ejaculating in me filling me with his sperm!



He kept at it for a few more minutes grunting quietly ecstatically. Then Feel that Coachie? My cock loves ya–



— Why are you doing this??



Remember the try-outs ya held a year ago? Remember the guys tryin their hearts out? No you had a hard-on fer Gafemini. He wasn t that much better n me –he gave me a particularly vicious lunge and I let out a yell– None of em were better n us but we didn t make the team.



I wracked my brain trying to remember the dozens of guys who came to the try-outs. He pulled out growling The three of us are leavin town Coachie. Goin someplace where we can play someplace we get appreciated. He stuck his finger in my rectum swirling it around in the mess of his jism. Couldn t leave without gettin back at ya Coachie. Yeah that was good.



But it wasn t over. The next one took his place and again I got a cock up my ass. Same thing although it pissed me off to realize I was getting used to it. No man should have to get used to another man s dong up his ass! But I was glad it didn t hurt as much. The sons of bitches! Twice!



Something else: I realized that I myself had a hardon digging into the carpet. Oh fuck no! I am not getting an erection from these queers!



Rapist #2 got his gun and again I felt that warm fullness. Worse I didn t feel bad I felt good. Actually horny. Getting that feeling in my balls. Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. If these bastards keep this up they ll make me cum! The ultimate humiliation.



When bastard #2 pulled out my asshole felt warm and–I ll say it– pleasant. When he stopped my orgasm stopped building and was I relieved! I looked back to see if bastard #3 the guy with the tattoo and the soft cock was going to take a turn.



Yep. He was soft no more and fuck! I was stunned. His jockstrap would have to be a size Giganto to control that thing! I ve seen Nigerians not hung as well. His mama must ve been fooling around in the pasture with the bulls.



This was no boy. This young student had a trailer hitch that was a real gay-cruiser–a tawny column sculptured rough with huge veins and ripples. He was stroking it and when he saw me looking he pulled back on it tightening the cockhead into a hot shiny ruddy-red thing that was downright frightening! Proud glowing taut commanding.



A terrible feeling swept over me a strange emotion. Jesus what a cock. It s beautiful. Wish I was hung like that. Never felt that way before. Something about the guy really got to me.



And when he mounted me and shoved that thing up my ass it hurt again–he was even bigger than the first bastard–but that time it was fucking weird! It hurt so bad I clenched my fists in the rug but at the same time it felt wonderful! A magnificent feeling! Glorious!



I bit my lip. Had to admit it: I actually wanted this guy to fuck me. And sure enough as the guy sank into me and started to pull out I couldn t help myself. I went into an orgasm!



The pain the shock the struggle–and that heavenly maddening stretch–made me want to scream with pleasure. I bit my lip forcing myself to be silent but the intensity was more than I could stand. Sperming all over the carpet I thanked God that I was lying on my belly and the rapists couldn t see what I was going through.



How goddamned demeaning! I had cummed after the guy gave me only two strokes! And without touching myself! I was so ashamed I wanted to cry.



But as the young stud continued to sock it to me the little bastard literally took me along with him straining out my climax into a long quavering piercing note that I swear to God must be the male equivalent of multiple orgasms.



When I finally felt the big stud cumming in me I actually felt grateful. Glad. Like I just got treated to something like I was just done a favor.



When he pulled out I was exhausted. I lay there sweating breathing in shallow gasps my legs splayed out. Open and inviting.



Actually exhausted. What the hell difference did it make anyway? If any of them wanted seconds there was nothing I could do about it.



I didn t look back up at them. I heard them pulling on their clothes. Don t git up for ten minutes old man or we ll be back with the knife!



Oh I got up all right. Ran straight to the closet and got out my shotgun. I grabbed some clothes and ran out of the house but of course no one was there. I went back in to call the police–but to tell them what? Burglars broke into my house and took me? Fucked me a man?



I turned on the lights and walked around–nothing was missing. Oh the six-pack of beer was gone from the refrigerator but I couldn t figure out how to call a squad car for just that.



The little bastards! What in hell was their problem? High on drugs most likely bad apples made even worse with narcotics. Little fuckers hope they get run over by a car! Except maybe that last guy. The one with the huge cock. Damn he made me feel good.



Couldn t sleep that night of course. I didn t really think they would come back but after I took a shit to get the jism out of my ass and stood in the shower running water so hot I almost boiled myself I sat all night in the chair with the shotgun across my knees.



Aaron didn t come in. Probably out scoring with Emily. On the other hand could be I m the only one of us to get any sex tonight.



I bowed my head. What would he think if he knew his father just got fucked? I was glad he didn t come home while the bastards were there. It was one secret that would go with me to my grave.



When the sun came up I got up took another shower made some coffee and went over to the college. I knew the odds were against it but that day I looked in the locker room and showers in every single class. Looking for a cock-piercing. I looked at so many guy s crotches I probably started a rumor. I watched for outie belly-buttons. I looked for a tomahawk tattoo.



But nothing. Maybe they weren t students after all. I wanted somebody to talk to but who? My wife wouldn t be back for three days–and of all people I couldn t tell her.



When I went home for lunch Aaron was there. Hi Dad. But no way in hell could I tell him.



He was moving around in the kitchen making himself a sandwich–wearing nothing but his tighty-whities. Split out the crotch of my jeans he said. Bent over to pick up some books and rip! He chuckled. Had to come home to get another pair of pants. I guess Mom was right they were too tight.



I was proud of Aaron. Good student got good grades. Nothing spectacular but he was a good kid. Nicely muscled healthy.



And hung. I hadn t noticed before but my son packed a nice bulge in those briefs. Made me proud. Then he turned away to put something back in the refrigerator and I saw his left shoulder.



A tomahawk tattoo!



Jesus fucking Christ! I was stunned. Suddenly no longer hungry. My blood froze in my veins. Aaron tried out for the football team last year but didn t make it.



He had always been the brainy type. Took after his mother. Never much interested in sports. Played them because of me I think but he was never truly a sportsman. Tried out just because I wanted him to and he didn t make the team because his heart really wasn t in it. The other coaches voted him out I couldn t override them.



And I thought he was okay with that. No complaints. I actually thought he was relieved.



I sat at the table with him just drinking a beer. He looked at me. You okay Dad?



Yeah I m okay.



I wasn t home last night–over at Emily s–but did anything happen last night?



Why do you ask that? My voice was a growl.



I don t know. You re acting funny. You feeling sick?



I can t believe it! Naw I just drank too much last night. Got a bit of a hangover. But there it was. The same tattoo. My own son took me.



I wanted to cry. What had I done to deserve that? I lowered my voice. That tomahawk tattoo gives you away you know.



What this? He chuckled. Got it a week ago. He looked at me. Gives me away? What do you mean?



Anybody sees you with that will remember who you were.



What does that mean? Anyway a lot of guys have this tattoo. It s like a fad.



Yeah? Well let s just say it s like a big cock. People see that and they remember you!



Dad what s wrong? Why are you talking like this?



I got up and walked over to his chair. I reached down and hefted that big package between his legs. Let s just take a look at this big thing! I looked him in the eyes. Again!



But–but–



Stand up Aaron! He stood up I put my thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and I yanked them down. Ohmigod there it is! Soft but my asshole remembered that big gun. I grabbed it and it began to swell in my fingers.



Aaron gulped. Dad! What are you doing?



Damn! God this thing is gigantic! It swelled up out of his crotch gradually getting so big it pulled my fingers apart. I couldn t touch my fingers around it. Suddenly I wasn t so much pissed off as–feeling something different. You got a big cock Aaron.



I looked up at his face and he smiled shyly. Yeah I guess I have.



It grew hard throbbing and shiny-headed in my hand. I looked back down. God it was hypnotizing. My mouth watered.



My mouth is watering?? What the fuck is happening to me?



But it was true. Couldn t help myself–I started stroking it and a big drop of precum oozed out of the slit. God look at that stuff! Couldn t help myself. I dropped to my knees for a better look.



Up close I swear I could feel waves of heat from it on my face. The big thing was commanding me. Couldn t help myself. I lowered my mouth onto it and licked up that drop.



Aaron sighed and with that first touch I got the weirdest feeling: gratitude. Like I was glad. I parted my lips even wider and sucked as much as I could of that big cannon.



My boy! What a hung stud!



Ahhhh God! Dad what are you doing?



I d never been so damned excited! I kept licking over his piss-hole checking for precum. That I was sucking my own son was gasoline on my lust. I was already going to hell for it–so I sucked harder.



Oh Dad Jesus Christ!



I loved to hear him get excited. Made me even hornier. I m sucking off my own son!



Sucking off indeed. After a short time he let out with a deep wedding-night groan and big gushes of my own spunk (a generation later) shot into my mouth whole globs as big as ping-pong balls and I fought to gulp them down. Naturally Aaron s cum was soon dripping from the edges of my mouth.



When I rose to my feet Aaron fell into my arms and I hugged him. First I had to know: Aaron tell me why did you and those other–



–He raised his mouth to mine and kissed me! Jesus!



God what a kiss! His tongue entered my mouth chasing my tongue pushing it around and it suddenly hit me: He s in charge! He was in charge of me when he fucked me last night and the power he has over me just made me suck his cock!



But it was good. I loved to feel the power of my son sweeping over me and I loved to surrender to him to pitch him a slow ball so he could hit it out of the park.



We stopped the kiss still hugging tightly. Oh Dad he murmured I never dreamed–



— All you had to do was say something. Why did you and those other–Whoa! What is that I feel against my leg? I smiled. Aaron you reloaded that big thing already?



Can t help it Dad you suck cock even better than Em– He gasped watching me as I lay back on the couch yanking off my pants and spreading my legs.



Show me again what you can do Aaron.



My God Dad I can t believe this!



Come on Aaron fuck me again.



He sank onto me and sank into me. Yeah there was that wonderful pain again! This time I was not being taken. This time I had a hardon and it was okay!



Ohhh yeah! The fiery pain of Aaron s entry was replaced by that fiery paradise a craving so powerful I wanted him to stretch my asshole as big as a bowling ball! As it was that giant cock had me so tight his slightest movement sent jolts through my nerves. When he started his thrusts my brain went numb in a shower of sparks.



My voice was a hoarse growl Yeah Aaron you big fucker! Fuck me! All those times I spanked you? Take your revenge! Ram it in deep!



And he set me afire: Yeah! My cock s in you Dad! Amazed voice. Dizzy voice. Innocent. Must be all those acting classes.



Then in an uncertain voice trying to sound masterful he grunted I m fucking you Dad–you you. . .big motherfucker!



Never thought about it like that. I really was his motherfucker.



You fuck better than a bitch he went on gaining confidence. Gonna make you my bitch.



Hey now wait a minute!



With his hips pistoning me he went on God this is fine! You re even sexier than Emily! His voice grew husky Fuckin feet up in the air for me! Gonna fill you so full of cum you ll be puking it!



I loved to hear him talk dirty but the part about his bitch bugged me. But at that moment my asshole cinched around his organ like a wedding ring and drove me crazy. I felt myself lifting off the ground suspended in mid-air floating electrocuted pivoting on that huge stag s dick so dizzy I imagined myself with a football up my ass.



Yeah! My bitch now ain t ya Dad! His voice was so hoarse I hardly recognized it. But ya ?



Couldn t believe my ears though. Impossible words. No man can accept them. How could my son dare to say such a thing?



But the damned kid was farming my sensitive tight-stretched asshole jazzing every vein bumping every fold of skin sizzling my flesh. Unbearable rapture! His colossal cockhead banged against my prostate showing me how pain and pleasure were the same thing. I was speechless.



Almost there Dad. Get ready!



With the winning play of the game he lunged into me so far I swear I felt his cock in my chest and although the pain was incredible the ecstasy was even more agonizing. Ahh fuck me you bastard I groaned Cum in me! And I couldn t stop myself: Make me a bitch!



Damn I was proud of him! My head jammed back against the couch as I felt a big long boiling fullness in my guts and that touched me off. He fucked the jizz out of me without my even touching my father-rod. I ejaculated like a hunting rifle sperm all over my belly my chest and Aaron s lunging body!



When we were done I fondled my cock lovingly and lay back breathing hard glad I was alive somehow feeling like a bride on her wedding night. My son was quiet lying on me like a triumphant groom.



Finally he spoke: Dad I never in a million years would have believed you would– suddenly he pulled out his cock and stood up. Oh shit!

He broke loose from me and looked at his watch. Oh shit I hate to say this Dad but I ve got to get out of here! He broke loose from me and ran to his bedroom.



I got up fuck-drunk and wandered dizzily down the hall after him. He was at his closet throwing on clothes. This is such a mind-blowing development Dad I wish I could stay but I HAVE to go see Dean Tazello or I ll lose all my cumulative credits! Sorry! He dashed by me and out the front door.



Well I ll be a son of a bitch!



I went back to the living room and sat down. He doesn t hate me. Why in hell then did my own son take me? Is he in with some gang of hoodlums? Is he taking drugs?



I didn t go back to the college that afternoon. I didn t have any classes and I could skip the time. I sat at home. Thinking. Trying to figure out what I was going to do about Aaron.



And drinking. Robert Redford knew best: Drink only Scotch at least 12 years old. Glenlivit my best friend.



That night of course I was jumpy as hell. I didn t expect another attack–the bastards left town–but I was all wound up. Knew I wouldn t be able to get to sleep. I couldn t figure out Aaron. Why had he been with them? And did he think he could hide it from me?



He was out late again. Poor Emily. I hoped he didn t knock her up. I ended up getting myself drunk and passed out on the couch.



Couldn t believe it when I felt somebody pulling me up. Glad to see us again Coachie? The words made me instantly furious but the little shits had me in their control again pinning my arms. We missed the bus. Got ourselves drunk and missed the goddamned bus.



Once they got me on my feet they jammed me up against the wall. Fuck why did I get even drunker than they? I was helpless.



Gonna catch the morning bus so we got us some extra time. Better get them clothes off Coachie. I expected a yank at my pants but the dirty dogs pulled my college polo shirt up over my head and off my arms. Then I felt my belt unbuckled and with a mighty yank the bastards pulled it through the belt loops and off.



One of them was groping at my fly. Whatcha got in there Coachie?



But the other one grabbed both my pantlegs and yanked them down pulling my pants off in one swoop. I wished my head wasn t spinning that I wasn t so dizzy.



Off with the jock Coachie. I love it–ya go as commando as ya can. Yer a horny dude.



They yanked it down to pile at my feet on the floor. Now spread yer legs again and let s see how ya do standing up.



No fucking way! I tried to struggle but one of them hit me and I went down.



As they yanked me back up I wasn t thinking of them as college students as kids anymore they were felons I was going to put in jail if it took me the rest of my life! Even my own goddamned kid!



They picked me up again and faced me once more against the wall. I could taste blood in my mouth and I was pissed.



Got your cherry last night Coachie so now we re old lovers. Spread yer legs out for me and let s get at it. He stood behind me.



Ohmigod NO! Every decent bone in my body was outraged when he rammed his cock up my rear end. We cut up yer jockstrap last night so now I figure we owe ya one back. Here ya go! With that he crammed some cloth over my mouth and nose then jammed it between my lips.



I could hardly breathe! It was something nasty such an odor I felt sick. My lips and tongue felt a rough mesh–Oh shit no! It really is a jockstrap!



The musk of his crotch was fit only for a toilet-diver filling my nostrils with a circus of nauseating overpowering stinks. Damn did he ever wash this thing?



They pushed me against the wall as the big guy s cock slid up my butt (gratefully not as painful as the first time). In fact I gnashed my teeth in frustration–but it felt good. Aaron s first sex with me and his fuck at lunchtime had opened not only my backdoor but my whole thinking to new strange possibilities.



I lifted one of my legs to ease the pain–and to make it easier for him to get in deeper.



Yeah that s it Coachie. Enjoy yerself.



The bastard. That got me. Whatever happened I wanted to see this son of a bitch in jail. But I also figured the faster I let him get his orgasm the sooner this would be over. But I was ashamed–I was horny again and I had a hardon.



That time the bastards noticed. Hey looky there! Coachie are ya gittin turned on? With a fine dick like that ya must keep that varsity team happy.



Fuck! I was so ashamed my face blazed hot but my goddamned body knew what it wanted. When one of them reached between my legs and grabbed my big flower I bloomed for him. So fucking mortifying! He stroked me three times. Exactly three times and I lost it!



I planted my feet like I was in the batter s box let out a loud hoarse cave-man groan and the ecstasy spread out from my cock like the roar of the crowd. It was a hell of an orgasm. With the guy s cock up my ass pounding me like a stag rutting against a whimpering deer–and breathing nothing but pure male musk–I shot out streams of boiling jism in carloads tight spurts that actually splashed off the wall and back onto me.



Hee-hee giggled the morons. This ol alley-cat can still git it on!



God I was put down.



Worse my asshole clamping down on the cock lunging in and out of me during my climax sent my rapist over the falls too and soon I had streams of his cum running back out of my ass and down my legs.



Man what an orgasm. I went loose sagging against the wall completely fucked out. And when he pulled back I actually missed it felt empty wished it back.



No I do not feel empty! I do not miss the bastard who just fucked me! What in hell s the matter with me?



The big guy then grunted something in my ear. Gonna let my posse do ya again too Coachie. They missed ya.



Fuck you I growled. You ve got me pinned. Nothing I can do about it.



He chuckled. Coachie nobody s been holdin ya for the past ten minutes.



Ohmigod! It was true! Nobody was holding my arms against the wall. Nobody was holding my legs. I had been standing there letting the guy fuck me! Oh fuck was I degraded!



Before I could move though one of the others centered himself on me and his cockhead nudged against my no-longer-resisting hole. Already slimy with Bastard #1 with a slight push he was in and shoveling away.



Nobody was holding me. I let it happen. What the hell.



I could have struggled I guess but I mean my ass was already full of semen. And I had cummed myself while being fucked. Whether I liked it or not my life had changed. They had fucked me. And they knew I was beginning to like it. I had no more self-respect to lose.



So a few minutes later when the guy behind me got his gun I had been jacking myself off and as I got his hot slime gushing up inside me I got off again myself spurting my own sperm against the wall and down onto the floor. What the hell.



Nevertheless I decided the third guy Aaron was not going to fuck his own father again!



When Bastard #2 pulled out I moved to turn around and face them maybe throw a few punches. The time had come for me to put my foot down.



But the foot I put down slipped in the mess of sperm on the floor and I went down like a sack of potatoes. Naked potatoes.



Before I could recover Aaron was on me pulling me up onto my hands and knees spreading my legs. He had the black bag over his head but I knew who it was. Aaron! Aaron don t do this!



But Stab! His giant cock sank into me up to the balls with a single stroke! He was big enough that even as loose as I was he straightened me out with that thing and I arched my back with the pain.



It dawned on me that I was becoming a whore. I liked his violent entry–I liked the pain. And something about the situation really turned me on after all–Aaron was raping me. Wearing the black hood of a burglar. My son s cock was in my guts. Again.



Couldn t help myself. The very idea that I was being mounted by my rapist/son who held me helpless set me on fire. As he was only starting his fuck-routine I must ve surprised him when I let out a deep bass growl and sprayed the poor carpet again with quick short gushes of Coach-sperm.



Looks like yer really gittin into this Coachie Bastard #1 laughed.



Assholes I growled. What else could I say? Thanks?



I couldn t deny it: I loved it when Aaron planted the hard lunges in me when he short-stroked me on the way to his orgasm when the splurge of his big load boiled up inside me. I tried to but I was not really resisting. In fact I wallowed I writhed I contorted in pleasure as he had his way with me.



And when he finally pulled the big thing out I missed it. I did feel empty.



I rolled over. That was Aaron all right. My asshole knew that cock.



Then I saw his foreskin slide forward over his cockhead!



I clenched my eyes shut and looked again. He had a foreskin! A big one. His cock looked like a Catholic monk with a dark hood. A cobra about to strike.



My mind buzzed a Waring blender of confusion–Aaron was circumcised! Like me: no foreskin!



They left me lying on the floor pulled on their clothes and walked out of the house. The big one paused in the door. G bye ya son of a bitch. Hope ya die soon.



I crawled back to lean against the wall. The house was caving in on me. Oh. My. God. I fucked my own son! Aaron was a clean innocent guy and I brought him down into the shit with me. I hoped the big fucker was right–I hoped I did die soon. Right then as a matter of fact.



Not a long time later Aaron opened the front door and walked in. Hi Dad. Emily and I were studying–Wow! You look hot! I love you naked!



That wasn t you. I know now.



Wasn t me? Wasn t who me? He smelled my breath. Dad you re drunk.



Well to cut a long story short until his mother came home he slept with me and on occasion afterward whenever his mother had a headache or Emily wasn t putting out Aaron and I worked together out in the greenhouse.



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