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I once did a "what's in their purse" writing exercise, where i just wrote for ten minutes for each girl, so I wanted to do that again, but their go-to uniforms :)

Bubbles: She would have the most creative fun with her uniforms, pushing the line of impracticability. She's opposed to matching identically with her sisters except when she gets to plan their group uniforms. Her sisters taint her creativity. Typically, her uniforms resemble magic-girl animes, like Sailor Moon. She loves a more feminine look with big waist bows and frilled accents. She wears skirts mostly or dresses, and they're hardly athletic. Her outfits are LOUD and aggressively there. She sparkles and shines with jewelry and homemade earrings, which always get tangled when she fights or is yanked off by bad guys. Her shoes are heels, strappy sandals, or sparkly converses (but Blossom usually forces her to change into closed-toed shoes). She over-dresses and knows it, but when she's covered in muck, grim, and monster guts, she feels she deserves to be a little over the top in her dressings. If she's NOT wearing something over the top, she's wearing something more boho chic. Still obnoxious, but make it more "hippy." She likes bandanas and tie-dye, which I think she can still make aggressively feminine, but sometimes, she needs to step back and go on a nature hike. If you could marry the two concepts, I feel you'd have what I picture as quintessential Bubbles. Someone in tune with nature and crystals, but also someone who shops at Claire's. A cotton candy witch with a bedazzler problem.

Blossom: Her uniforms are sleek with clean lines. She's practical to the max and professional. Compared to Bubbles, her style is minimalist. She prefers wearing skorts or athletic dresses, but never without anything underneath, for decency's sake. On occasion, she'll also wear athletic leggings, which are form-fitting but practical for combat. She wears steel-toed sneakers. Besides a ponytail, she doesn't wear any other accessories; occasionally, she may forget to take off a necklace and wear normal stud earrings. She stays away from jackets during combat but keeps a matching one around in case she gets cold or has a wardrobe malfunction. Her tops/dresses are long-sleeved athleisure wear with the occasional thumb hole. Overall, she's a modest dresser who rarely varies styles. If there was a term for it, it would be tennis player/country club golfer. It fits her active lifestyle, and often, she chooses to just wear a uniform throughout the day so she doesn't have to worry about changing. Make-up-wise, like Buttercup, she wears little to none. Not because she's anti-makeup but because she doesn't like it when she gets sweaty and it streaks. Again, practicality is key for her. If it isn't practical, it's not for Blossom, which is why she unironically sports a fanny pack for convenience. However, she may be found to have backup ponytails or a bowed scrunchie on her wrist.

Buttercup: Like Blossom, Buttercup lives in athleisure wear, except unlike Blossom, she's very casual about it. Blossom's professional, but Buttercup? We're just lucky if she remembers to wear a bra; if she does, it's a sports bra, and she may not have a shirt covering it. She's also the worst at sticking to their color coordination. Her closet is full of greens and yellow accents, but sometimes she'll show up to a fight in some weird t-shirt she got at overnight and away camp the girls went to in middle school because it was the only thing clean and beggars can't be choosers. It's not rebellious like some people think; she's just a little lazy. Her shoes consist of combat boots and tennis shoes. She likes joggers and athletic shorts and is fine with skorts. She'll wear athletic dresses if Blossom picks them out but refuses to wear what Bubbles demands they wear. She doesn't wear much jewelry unless it's a necklace/bracelet/etc, that a family member or friend gave her. She had earrings, but they've been ripped out too many times during fights for her to continue wearing them. Her jewelry is surprisingly dainty. If she gets caught in a fight wearing makeup, she goes heavy on eye makeup but less on lipstick and blush. Very punk. But for the most part, she skips over it because she accidentally rubs it off throughout the day. Hair accessories consist of ponytails if her hair is long enough and bandanas/headbands she steals from Bubbles. She's an incredibly casual jock with punk undertones.

I totally think all three girls would wear knee or elbow braces, especially if they've had prior injuries.

[zenixromeave]

aphtober day 6: transformation

Laurance wakes up in the Nether Fortress where he died. He suffers, and he suffers, and then maybe it gets a little better.

Laurence floats in a sea of pain. He really wishes he would just die already– he thought he had, he thought it was over, and then he woke up, every inch of his body screaming in pain. He can't even see, and he doesn't know if it's from tears and blood flooding his eyes or if he's gone blind. He just knows it hurts. It hurts so fucking bad. Every part of him is dying and being reborn, all at once, in the most horrible, unnatural process he's never learned of. He doesn't know that he's becoming the living dead, becoming something other than human, he just knows that anything would be less painful, and he's desperate for it to stop. It doesn't. He can't tell how long it's been, but it feels like a fucking eternity. If there's a hell, he thinks, this is probably it. He must've died and been sent to hell. This is his punishment. He couldn't save anyone, and now he's doomed to an eternity of suffering. He can't say it's fair– no matter how much he hates himself for what happened, there's no way he deserves this. There's no way anyone deserves this. The air around him is so hot it almost burns, and he's sure he'll sweat himself to death– if he isn't already dead– or maybe it'll hurt so bad his own brain will have mercy on him and give up. It doesn't.

Every now and then, someone walks by: always wearing thick, heavy boots– he can tell, from the sound they make on the ground– and does nothing to help him. He can feel their eyes on him. Sometimes, it's not just terrible apathy he receives, but some new form of unending punishment, like a swift kick in the guts with their strong boots. He doesn't know if he responds at all, too absorbed in his own pain to register anything else.

It starts to get a little better, slowly. So slowly, but Laurence can't imagine being more grateful. It hurts so bad, but it still hurts less. He still can't see, and he thinks there's blood pouring out of his eyes, but at least he can feel the puddle forming under his face and the hot, sticky blood through the searing pain. He still doesn't get his hopes up, because if hell were real, this would all be a part of the plan– but he can't help but relish in the relief.

When the pain dissipates enough that he feels like he could maybe crawl, crawl somewhere in the unending, bleeding darkness, a new pair of clunky, steel-toed boots– horrible things studded and spiked with iron, not that he can see– pad towards him. She looms above him, white hair fluttering in the hot wind.

"Can you see me?" Her voice is a little familiar– in the abyss of pain, it's nearly comforting– but Laurence doesn't know who it is. No one else here– in hell– has spoken to him much.

He can't really find it in himself to respond though, and just makes a sad, pathetic noise. He hopes that suffices– or not, he's not sure it matters.

"It's Sasha, you bitch." Her voice is cold and harsh, but it sends hope coursing through his veins. Sasha. Sasha. Sasha. Her name echoes in his head, and her angry tone is lost on him.

It dawns on him that this is certainly a new addition to the torture. He whines again, struggling to form a response. "No. Liar." He mumbles into the slick ground, lips wet with tears and blood. "She died." He chokes on a sob.

"Yeah, after you fucking abandoned me. You left me for fucking dead, you piece of shit. You didn't even try to help me!" She shouts, and it hurts his ears.

He mutters a quiet sound of confusion, trying uselessly to look at her to confirm her existence. "Sasha," He drags out, like a desperate prayer. He sniffles, head filling with the scent of copper. "I miss you," he whispers to her ghost.

"Why are you looking at me like that?! Are you even listening?! You left me!" She shouts, spitting with rage, and she lunges forward, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up to meet her gaze, if only he could see her.

"Ow! Ow! Sasha!" He cries, trying to pry her hands from his head, "I don't– what do you mean?! I'm sorry, I– I tried, I– it hurts, stop," He chokes on his words and his tears and his blood. "Am I dead? Is this hell? Is this what I get for not being strong enough to save you?" He's pretty sure he's crying a lot, and that would be pretty embarrassing if he could care about anything but the unbearable pain and Sasha's looming presence.

"What?" She lets go of his hair, and he falls to the ground with a thud, and he groans in pain. Something shifts in her brain, like something slid out of place- or slid into place. She remembers that. She remembers being horribly betrayed by Laurance, left for dead with no remorse– but now the memory is overlapped with something else. Of Laurence trying desperately to save his best friend's life, watching her throat slit right in front of him.

"Sasha…," Is all he can think to say, with the pain of being alive sending him halfway to brain dead, and her silence splits through the air, piercing his bloody ears like ice.

"God damn it! Fuck!"

"What? What's-?" He tries to look in the direction of her voice, trying to understand what's happening around him. She gives him no clues.

"You're the worst,-" Her eyes burn with tears, "You little bastard. Fuck. I can't leave you here. I'm sorry, Laur. I thought-" He doesn't understand what that means, the words slipping through his brain, filtered into meaninglessness by the searing pain, but he does understand when she scoops him up, holding him against her chest like a child.

"Where are we going?" He must be staining all her pretty clothes with blood. She used to be the prettiest girl in the whole world, and he wonders how she looks now. He tries to keep himself up, holding on to her shoulders, but he knows she's doing most of the work, and his legs dangle limply above the ground. He wonders if she still wears white.

"I don't know. Just not here."

Laurence falls asleep in her arms, or, more accurately, passes out from the pain of being reborn, in her arms. He's easy to carry though, even when he's not helping her. He's shorter than Sasha, and he's always been scrawny– plus– the blood he's been losing doesn't hurt to keep him light. His bloody nose is right on the shoulder of her ivory white vest, and the rest of him bleeds similarly. He looks so horrible, it kind of makes her want to vomit. His hair isn't even right, the two braids that must've been framing his face are halfway undone each, and all of his hair tangles together. He wasn't a redhead the last time she saw him. Must've been Cadenza. She thinks, for a moment, that Laurence might braid the sides of his hair like that because Sasha always used to do that, and she feels like falling to the ground and sobbing into his shirt.

Gene has the power to change people's memories. Sasha's stomach churns. She's sure, now, that Laurence and Kennie never meant to hurt her.

It's too late now, though. She must be far too gone for them.

It's not too late for Laurence, though. She needs to bring him to the overworld, she needs to keep him safe. His Shadow Knight transformation can't be completed in the overworld, so his pain will end. His eyes are fucked– they won't fix themselves in the overworld, but being blind is far better than being a Knight.

[nukritus]

How ‘Immortal Desires’ could have ended to give at least a bit of closure (Part 5)

Short word before you read this part:

I am very grateful for anyone who is reading this fanfic, I am happy to share my thoughts with you of how Immortal Desires might have ended. In this part not much is happening, mostly some sweet moments between MC and Cas. Although in the very end it will give you a hint of what is going to be told further in coming part. Thank you for reading once again! I highly appreciate it. :) 

Also, I'd like to add that I found several amazing tracks here and here, which suit 'Immortal Desires' mood so well. I like to listen to them together with several favorite ID soundtracks from the app while writing this fanfic. :)

Previous parts: PART1  PART2  PART3  PART4 

PART 5

Present day, now playing as MC named Stella:

‘We are here for a while, I will stop the story here. I am sure Adalhard has missed you already.‘ said Cas while checking his edgy looking watch with black studded strap.

‘Cool watch‘ you looked at his wrist attentively for a moment, then back to Cas‘s face.

‘I could make you one later‘ he smiled proudly in response.

His vampire form is just so intoxicating and beautiful, you can‘t get enough looking at his fascinating facial features, and his charming vampiric smile with slightly visible fangs. It seems that he enjoys looking at you as well.

‚Wow.. you make these?‘ you look surprisingly at him.

‘These and way more. This eyebrow piercing and ear cuff I wear, also did myself. I work with some white metals like stainless steel or titanium, but not silver. For obvious reasons.‘

‘That‘s truly impressive.‘ your face must have looked funny, Cas quietly chuckled.

‘You have to do something, if you want to get money to buy mortals‘ stuff. Maybe I stole something once or twice, but I am not that much of jerk to be a thief on daily basis. Also, Crimson Beech is small town and there aren‘t much options what to steal anyway. I buy most of things online.‘ – he said still smiling while taking out a smart phone from his pocket.

‘It is somehow unexpected to see old creature like you to use a piece of modern technology.‘ you said thoughtfully, observing a phone in his hands.

‘I adapt quite easily to changes just as young human. As much as I am not interested in people as individuals, I like to observe and follow their technology and culture.‘ he shrugged, putting his phone back.

‘Sounds like you haven‘t ever made human friends since you were turned into a vampire, before you met me. How I was different?‘

You noticed his easy expression changed. There were traces of annoyance mixed with sadness for a moment, then his face became unreadable, an expressionless mask.

‘That‘s another story. We must go now.‘ he sounded almost cold, obviously not wanting to talk about it for now.

Cas collected himself quickly as if he suddenly regretted sounding harsh. His expression was warm again, as if your face distracted him from dark thoughts.

Cas stood up in one quick jump motion, and extended his arm to help you get on your feet.

‘Ha! I am not that ‘pathetic‘ human anymore, I don‘t need your help.‘ without accepting his hand you jumped up same way Cas did and caught him out of guard by taking his hand a moment after. ‘Seriously, Cas. I appreciate you told me all this.‘ you gazed at him with gratefulness, holding his hand strongly and lovingly.

‘You are going to be stuck with me and Gabe for a long while and have the right to know. And also... You earned my complete trust, Stella.‘ Cas‘s expression full of affection, his beautiful smile inviting for a kiss and you can‘t resist it, leaning towards him.

At the moment your lips reached his, Cas froze and stepped back a little. You feel a bit hurt and confused, looking at him questioningly. He gazes attentively in your eyes, rising his both hands and caressing your cheeks.

‘We have to be careful for now. In vampire state all your senses are elevated, same as your emotions. It is easy for things to get out of control, especially for newly turned vampire as you.‘ His eyes changed to his human‘s deep brown colour. ‘Try to calm down with me.‘

Cas kept looking straight into your eyes, and you finally found inner peace in their depths, feeling tension and excitement reducing, your body turning into your human form.

Now Cas leaned toward you carefully and touched your lips gently leaving you to want more, but you pulled yourself together and gave him back a soft kiss.

Even with powers weakened, you never felt this strong back when you were human. Everything around seemed same beautiful as it was, just with a little bit less colour or smell.

After sharing a tender moment, you pulled back, looking in each other‘s eyes for a long moment, then turning away and linking your hands together. You went back through the forest, towards your home.

 ****

When you got close to home, you couldn‘t see Gabriel, but you surely felt his presence. Not as strongly as Cas‘s, but still it was there, you could feel him not far away.

‘If my senses don‘t trick me, he must be in my backyard.‘ you said while trying to follow something in the air what feels undoubtedly like Gabe.

‘Nah, those senses never fail.‘ Cas answered confidently. ‘Unless, someone obtained blood and used it as a bait. We sense other clan members through the smell of their blood mostly. Or you could sense more, if you have a talisman like the one I gave to you.‘ He looked down at your holding hands and the bracelet with that precious jewelry he chose to give you.

Cas gently released your hand, letting you go first through your house’s fence gates. You walked around the house, finding Gabriel just where you sensed him, in the backyard. He was calmly sitting on the grass in lotus pose, his loose hair fluttering in the wind, eyes closed. His eyes opened the moment he heard you approaching.

‘There you are. I thought you’d never come back.’ he said with humour in his voice while standing up.

You followed Gabriel’s gaze and noticed him looking at Cas’s jacket sleeves which were tucked up, revealing the mark of his hand. Smile disappeared from Gabe’s face as he realized what that might mean.

‘So… you told her.’ He came close, standing in front of you two, taking a short glimpse at your and Cas’s linked hands.

‘I did.’ Cas responded calmly, standing his ground. ‘We talked about this before. It’s time for Stella to know about us more.’

‘Did you tell her everything?’ there was traces of hurt in his tone.

‘Not all, my turning part.’ Cas made a pause, his expression thoughtful. ‘What happened after, we both are deeply involved, so I didn’t tell that part yet. I guess Stella would want to hear us both.’

‘How thoughtful of you.‘ Gabe crossed arms, sarcasm in his voice. He obviously was upset that he was left behind earlier, and maybe there was a trace of jealousy too?

‘Cas didn‘t say anything that changed my mind about you anyhow. I know you didn‘t mean to hurt him.‘ you softly put hand on Gabriel‘s shoulder and could feel tension leaving his body. Gabe‘s arms fall to sides, and you take his hand. Now you are holding hands with both boys.

‘I need you, both of you, and I‘d like if you stayed at peace. At least for today.‘ your gaze shifts from Cas to Gabriel, hoping they are not going to argue again as usual.

‘I am sorry for acting silly.‘ Gabriel told sadly.

‘And I am sorry too.’ You said back to him, feeling strong guilt clenching your gut. ‘I know I can choose whom I want to spend time with, but… when I abandon one of you, even for a short while, I feel just so badly. My heart is ripped into pieces seeing your sad faces.’ You take a look at both guys on your sides. ‘I want you to know, that no matter who I pick to spend time with, I cherish you both.’ You squeeze their hands lightly to reassure them.

‘Where one goes, there another follows - that’s how it is about me and Harlow.’ Gabriel said cryptically.

‘What do you mean?’ you felt confused, trying to understand Gabe’s statement, which sounded more like a riddle or incantation.

‘It is just 2PM, we still got some time before your mom is back. Let’s have another walk, all of us this time?’ Cas offered while checking his hand watch again.

All three of you nodded in agreement and without saying anything else, holding each other’s hands you went towards the woods.

[ananka-fasteners]

Grade B16 Bolt, Nuts, Washers: Manufacturer & Supplier Overview

What is Grade B16 Bolt and Why It Is Important?

The Grade B16 bolts are used in many heavy-duty industries because of their heat resistance and high tensile strength. These bolts, which are designed to withstand environments of high pressure and temperature, are part the ASTM A193 standard. They are important because they can secure critical components in extreme conditions. This is especially true in applications like power plants, refineries and the automotive industry.

Specifications and requirements for ASTM A193 Grade B16 Bolts

ASTM A193 specifies alloy steel and stainless bolting materials primarily for high-temperature, high-pressure applications. The Grade B16 is made of alloy steel, specifically chrome-molybdenum. Bolts must have specific mechanical properties.

Minimum Tensile Strength: 860 MPa

Minimum yield strength 725 MPa

Temperature resistance: suitable for temperatures up to 45 degC

The bolts are tested for their chemical composition, hardness and performance when stressed to make sure they meet the required requirements.

Use Grade B16 Bolts for Various Industries

The Grade B16 bolts are highly valued in multiple industries because they offer many benefits.

Heat Resistant: Grade B16 bolts are made of a chromium and molybdenum alloy that is ideal for high temperature applications.

Corrosion Resistant: These products resist corrosion and oxidation to ensure longevity, even in harsh environments.

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Hex Bolts Widely used to secure components in construction and machinery.

Carriage Bolts: Known for their smooth, rounded head, which provides a cleaner finish and is often used in woodworking or metal applications.

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Stud Bolts : Used for flanged pipes and other critical joints that require superior strength.

Each type is designed to meet specific requirements based on application strength, environmental conditions, and mechanical requirements.

Different types of nuts and washers used with grade B16 bolts

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Hex Nuts : Designed to be used with hex bolts.

Lock Nuts : Used to prevent loosening when vibration or stress occurs.

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These combinations will ensure that the bolting assembly is able to withstand vibrations, thermal expansion and mechanical stress.

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The manufacturing process of Grade B16 bolts begins with the selection of high-quality alloy steel (usually chromium-molybdenum). These steps include:

Raw Materials Selection High-quality alloy is used to ensure durability.

Forming and Cutting: Steel is cut to the required lengths and bolts are shaped into the desired shape by forging or cold-heading.

Threading : Bolts threaded with precision dies ensure compatibility between nuts and bolts.

Heat Treatment Bolts are heat treated to increase strength and heat resistance.

Finishing : Bolts have a coating or treatment to prevent corrosion, usually with zinc or phosphate.

Inspection : The product is tested for quality, such as hardness, tensile and chemical analysis.

Quality Measures for Grade B16 bolts: Ensuring strength and durability

In order to maintain the integrity of Grade B16 Bolts, there are strict quality control measures in place.

Material Test: Verifies that the alloy composition is in accordance with ASTM A193 specifications.

Dimensional checks: Checks that bolts are threaded and meet exact measurements.

Mechanical Test: Verifies the tensile strength and yield strength of materials.

Non Destructive Testing includes methods such as ultrasound testing to detect internal faults.

Verification of Heat Treatment: This ensures that the bolt has been heat treated properly to increase strength and resistance.

These rigorous quality control processes ensure that bolts are fit and reliable for demanding applications.

Uses of grade B16 bolts in different industries

The Grade B16 bolt is used in many industries, especially those that need heat-resistant and durable fasteners.

Construction : Used to secure heavy steel structures such as bridges or high-rise building.

Automotive : Engine components, especially in high-performance cars where pressure and heat are high.

Oil & Gas : For pipelines and refineries as well as other equipment that is subjected extreme temperatures and pressures.

Power Generation : Used for turbines, nuclear reactors and boilers where reliability is critical.

Petrochemical : High-pressure valves and pumps.

These bolts are designed to provide the reliability necessary to prevent costly failures in mission critical environments.

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It's important to take into consideration the following when choosing a supplier of Grade B16 bolts:

Certifications: Ensure the supplier adheres to ASTM A193 standards and has proper certifications.

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Experience : Select a supplier who has a proven track record in the manufacture and supply of high-quality bolts.

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Customer Service: Reliable vendors offer strong after-sales and technical support.

By choosing a reputable supplier, you can be assured that the bolts are manufactured to the specifications required for your application. This will minimize risks and improve performance.

Conclusion

Bolts of Grade B16 are essential in industries that require strength, heat resistance and durability. Knowing the ASTM A193 standard, the types of bolts and nuts used, the manufacturing process, and the quality control measures will help you choose the right bolts. It is important to partner with a trusted supplier in order to get high-quality products which perform well under even the most difficult conditions.

FAQ

1. What do the Grade B16 bolts for? 

Bolts in Grade B16 can be mostly employed in high-temperature and high-pressure locations, including nuclear, petrochemical as well as power generation.

2. What are the specifications that B16 bolts of grade B16 bolts meet? 

Grade B16 bolts are in compliance with ASTM A193 requirements, making sure they comply with strict standards in high tensile strength as well as heat resistance.

3. Do B16 bolts of grade B16 bolts stand up to wear and tear? 

Although the Grade B16 bolts have excellent tensile strength as well as heat resistance However, they might require further treatments or coatings in order to increase their resistance to corrosion.

4. Are washers and nuts available in B16 grade material? 

We do offer washers and nuts made of suitable materials that meet the specifications of B16 bolts of Grade B16 bolts.

5. What size bolts in Grade B16 do you produce? 

We offer a range of sizes suitable for Grade B16 bolts that can be used for various industrial needs. Sizes that are custom-designed can be made on request.

6. What can I do to assure compatibility between my components making use of B16 grade fasteners? B16 fasteners? 

Our technical staff can provide guidance in selecting the right washers and nuts that are compatible with the specifications of your project using grade B16 bolts.

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All of our Grade B16 items come with a complete certification that confirms compliance with the ASTM A193 specification.

8. What is the time frame for a order from Grade B16 Fasteners? 

Time frames for delivery vary according to the size of your order and any customization needs We strive to get standard orders out on time and maintain top-quality production standard.

[4kennels]

Snowflake. - PART 1

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CHAPTER 1-

Head Out On The Highway

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Danny Sullivan planned on spending the long Thanksgiving weekend with his girlfriend at her off-campus apartment, but when Stephanie broke up with him at the last minute (having caught him cheating for the third time), the sophomore stud decided to hitchhike home for the holiday. Despite being cautioned by friends and parents alike, Danny had done this several times with no hassles. He took it for granted nothing bad would ever happen to him.

When Danny hooked up with Stephanie, not only hot but a trust fund chick, his friend Gary said, "You're a lucky dog, man." But Danny shrugged, "I can get chicks like her anytime I want. She's the lucky one." Modesty was definitely not one of his shortcomings. After Stephanie cut him loose, Danny simply looked forward to the next rich bitch to come along. The opposite sex was meant to be used and discarded when he got bored. Babes threw themselves at his feet, and other dudes formed lines for the honor of being his buddy and wingman.

Everything came easily to this golden boy. He was handsome, glib, charming, and confident. In high school he was the class president two years in a row, prom king senior year, and valedictorian at graduation. In college on a scholarship, his natural athletic prowess won medals for the diving team, and academic accolades fell into his lap. He always got whatever he went after, although he attributed his success to shrewdness and hard work, and disparaged others for not trying hard enough. In fact, Danny Sullivan hardly worked a day in his life.

It was dusk and snow, which the local meteorologists failed to forecast, was falling thickly when Danny put out his thumb on the access ramp to the Pennsylvania turnpike. Although two hundred miles lay between him and home, he expected to arrive in time for late breakfast, maybe lunch. His insulated hooded parka, one of numerous gifts from Stephanie, protected him from the raging elements.

The change in weather seemed driven by some mysterious, threatening malevolence. Standing in the cold for over an hour as the mercury plummeted and the wind howled in all directions, Danny still had no cause for despair. He was confident his luck would hold out. It always did. Fortune seemed to watch over him like a guardian angel. His leaf-green eyes peered through the thick, fluffy precipitation, trusting any minute some generous stranger would deliver him from this predicament.

"That's more like it," he beamed, when at last a black Escalade SUV with tinted windows pulled to the side of the access ramp. Danny trotted over to it. The large side door slid open. Once again Fortune was looking out for him. Didn't she always?

An older, heavy-set bear of a man with a grizzled beard sat behind the wheel, flashing a jovial smile. A younger bear man, sporting a knitted woolen cap and dark sun-glasses, sipping from a silver flask, sat shotgun. Old school Rock and Roll poured from the radio, and the welcome stench of herb sweetened the rush of heated air.

"Looks like you need a lift!" greeted the driver.

"Sure do! Thanks a lot!" Danny replied. "How far are you going?"

"Philly."

"That's where I'm headed. I've got a couple bucks I can give you for gas."

"Climb in!"

It was dark inside the vehicle, so Danny didn't notice two other shadowy figures sitting behind him until the SUV was moving at top speed.

"Don't move!" growled a menacing voice. Danny froze, feeling the cold steel of a gun barrel pressed against the back of his neck.

Another surly voice demanded: "Empty your pockets!"

Trembling, Danny handed over his embossed leather wallet to the guy in the passenger seat, turning around to snatch it from the victim's hand. Danny was terrified.

As he counted Danny's cash, the young man chortled, "You was holdin out on us, boy. Looks like you got more than a couple bucks!" Danny's wallet contained almost two hundred dollars.

Danny was quickly deprived of his gold Rolex (another gift from an ex-girlfriend), cell phone, parka, and brand-new Timberlands. He felt utterly helpless, dreading what these hoodlums might demand next. The lethal weapon was still pressed firmly against his neck.

"Get your clothes off!" demanded the voice behind him.

"Yahhh, that's right! Strip, bitch!" growled the driver. "Hurry it up!"

In blind panic, Danny unbuttoned his flannel shirt and slid off his trousers until all that remained were his white athletic socks and white jockey shorts. Danny prayed silently that he wouldn't have to remove his underpants. Surely, these criminals had no need of those. He felt utterly helpless for the first time in his young life.

"You ever wonder what it's like to suck a dick?" said one of the two men behind him.

Oh shit, thought Danny: these crazy guys are gonna rape me... I don't believe this is happening... this is a fucking nightmare.

"Open your mouth and close yo' eyes, boy!"

Jesus fucking Christ, thought Danny: Why is this happening?

"Boy! Your master said open your mouth and shut your eyes!!!" barked the driver, glancing at Danny in his rear-view mirror.

Danny's frenzied thought: calm down... you're gonna get througt this... I'll just do what they want... and then forget it ever happened...

Fearing the very worst, Danny squeezed shut his long-lashed eyes, and opened his trembling mouth.

"Wider!" demanded a voice in the dark.

A powerful arm crooked Danny by the throat, and he felt the cold steel barrel of the pistol pass between his quivering lips.

"Suck the piece, bitch!"

Danny closed his mouth around the barrel and sucked reluctantly.

"Now you know what it's like sucking dick! When it goes off, bam!!! You’re in heaven!"

"He's suckin real good. I bet he's done this before. You a faggot, boy?"k

Danny tried to shake his head no, but his body was far too petrified to move. He expected to die any second now. If sucking their cocks spared his life, he was prepared to do just that.

"I think the boy wants the real thing," chuckled the front seat passenger, as if reading Danny's mind.

"Nah," vetoed the driver. "We got us bitches for that."

There was a round of harsh laughter. The deadly weapon was slowly withdrawn. The SUV pulled over to the side of the turnpike. The door slid open.

A pair of strong hands grabbed Danny by his bare shoulders from behind and shoved him toward the opening. A swift boot to Danny's cotton-clad buttocks sent him sprawling from the vehicle. He landed face first in a deep bank of snow.

"So long, boy!"

The black Escalade sped off, leaving Danny Sullivan half-naked in the frigid snow, grateful to be alive.

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CHAPTER 2-

Over the river and through the woods

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Danny staggered along the highway. His virtually transparent snowy white jockey shorts were soaked, and his nuts felt like ice cubes. A few vehicles sped by, but no one wanted to stop for a half-naked youth frantically waving his arms. A sign proclaimed, Next Exit 13 Miles. Snow continued falling steadily. The wind roared. How long before hypothermia sets in, he wondered.

Looking around, he spied the lighted windows of an isolated structure on a small, flat hill not too distant from the turnpike. It was Danny's only hope.

Making his way across a snow-covered field, stumbling and sliding as he made the steep ascent, Danny came at last to a two-story farmhouse. A wrap-around veranda enclosed the front and side. Smoke billowed from the chimney.

Shivering, he knocked on the door. He could hear music and what sounded like someone chanting.

"Who's there?" boomed a deep baritone.

"Help me," pleaded Danny through chattering teeth. "I was robbed. I was hitchhiking and these... these guys robbed me." He told the large black man, silhouetted against the light, opened the door.

"What happened to your clothes?"

If there was an undertone of amusement in the man's voice, Danny did not notice. His brittle ears felt like they would crack. It was hard to concentrate.

"They t-t-took them! The g-g-guys who robbed me. P-p-please, can I come in?"

Picture Danny with snowflakes glittering in his long brown hair as he clutched himself in vain for warmth. This good looking college boy, naked save for his socks and bright white underwear, shivering in the merciless cold.

"Of course, come inside."

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CHAPTER 3

HOME SWEET HOME

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There was a fire blazing in the hearth, beside which were two empty bowls set out for a pet. Upon the walls hung primitive African masks with fearsome faces. Tall bookcases displayed countless volumes. A large-screen TV on one wall. A mournful saxophone played softly from unseen speakers. No sofa, but capacious leather armchairs were arranged in a semi circle before the fireplace. A low, round, marble table was set with magazines, burning candles. a laptop and a cedar humidor.

"I'll get you a blanket," said the good Samaritan. He strode from the living room, returning with a heavy woolen blanket. He tossed it over to Danny, who wrapped it around himself as much for warmth as to conceal his state of dishabille.

One would think that getting warm was all that mattered under these circumstances, but for some reason being nearly naked was equally distressing to Danny. Parading around the campus pool in a skimpy Speedo was one thing, but being in a stranger's home with only almost transparent wet jockey shorts clinging to his shrunken privates felt like a callous insult heaped upon injury. Almost too ignominious to bear.

"Sit by the fire and get warm, son."

"Th-thank you, thank you so m-much!" said Danny, teeth still chattering, grateful to be safe and warm. "I saw your lights from the highway. Thank you so much!"

"Not a problem. Are you hurt? You want me to call 911?"

"N-no... I'm okay... I guess. I'm just... really, really cold. I just need to get warm."

"Of course. What's your name, son?"

"D-danny Sullivan."

Danny extended his hand, but an odd, tense moment passed before it was received by a firm, lingering grip. The warmth of that large, brown hand seemed to flow into Danny. He almost did not want to let go.

"Pleased to meet you, Danny. I am Master Shabaz."

"Thank you again, Mister Shabaz."

Obviously, Danny had not heard Master Shabaz correctly. It was a wonder his brittle ears still functioned at all. For the first time, Danny took a steady, long look at his gracious benefactor.

Shabaz loomed close to a footb taller than the 5’-7” youth. He had dark brown, chiseled features, with large obsidian eyes, and a bright dazzling smile framed by full, sensuous lips. A perfectly trimmed, jet-black chin beard set off the line of his jaw. Draping from his broad shoulders was a black, ankle-length linen thawb, the sort of robe Danny had seen in pictures of men from Africa and the Middle East. Black canvas slippers encased his large feet.

"Well, Danny Sullivan, all things considered, you were quite lucky tonight. There isn't another house around for miles. I don't think you would have lasted much longer out there in just your drawers."

"Yeah, lucky," said Danny, bitterly, shivering under the blanket.

"So, tell me. What happened to you, exactly?"

Danny related how the ruthless thugs robbed and stripped him.

"Is that all they did to you?" inquired Shabaz, with a gleam in his dark, jewel-like eyes, as he came to rest in a large brown-leather armchair. "Suppose you tell me everything."

Something strong and reassuring about this man filled Danny with trust. Much to his own surprise, he shared the entire story, including how he was made to suck the barrel of a pistol. Of course, Danny did not refer the thug's obscene comment, likening it to fellating a man's cock. Danny dared not mention that.

"What were you thinking, attempting such a journey in this kind of weather?"

"That's just it," said Danny. "Before I set out, I listened to the weather report. There was nothing about it snowing, let alone a fucking blizzard. It was strange. The storm came out of nowhere just as I was leaving."

"Yes, that is very strange," said Shabaz, with a hint of irony, as if he knew more than he was willing to say.

Danny rambled on about his friends and family, his achievements, how Stephanie caught him cheating, his hobbies, all kinds of trivial matters. He was not sure why. But it was like a burden being lifted from his shoulders. Giving the facts of his life as if they were separate from himself, something he knew about, like a movie he had seen, or a book he had read. Like someone else's life not his own.

With steepled fingers, Shabaz listened intently, asking questions at various points, encouraging the college boy to repeat his traumatic experience once more as if he found it all too incredible to believe. Then, he shook his head with compassionate dismay.

"You've certainly been through a lot," he sighed, consolingly. "Listen, Danny, there's a bathroom down that hallway to the left. Why don't you take a long hot shower while I see if I can't find something for you to wear. How does that sound?"

"That sounds great! I can't thank you enough!"

"I'm sure you can't."

"I mean it," said Danny. "I really appreciate this. I don't know what I would have done. I could have been..." He choked, unable to finish.

"Take your shower. You will feel better." It was more of an order than a suggestion, one that Danny was more than complacent to obey. He really did not want to think about it.

The piping hot shower did the trick, massaging Danny's tense, aching muscles. Unscented soap and shampoo made him feel almost human once more, a

luxury he would he never take for granted ever again. He lingered under the scorching water longer than necessary so happy to thaw out. If only he could he would scrub away the grime of his recent terrible experience.

This bathroom suited Danny with its paneled, spartan decor, so unlike the way Stephanie furnished her pink-tiled bathroom with girlish charm. No fragrant little floral-shaped soaps set out for show, pretty guest towels, decorative bottles filled with lotions and perfume, cosmetics. Why did chicks value so much artifice? Was it to please men or themselves?

Like so many men, Danny thought the vanity of women was unnecessary when good pussy and breakfast in the morning were all that really mattered. It was that kind of sexist thinking that always got him into trouble. Luckily his charm and good looks always enabled him to move on to the next girl. So many fish in the sea.

There was a single medium white towel hanging on a brass rack, which Danny used to vigorously rub his shaggy brown mane, before drying off the rest of his body. Steam fogged the mirror above the sink, which he was about to wipe away, but decided against. It was an unconscious decision to avoid looking at his own reflection as if that might bring back unpleasant memories.

Securing the towel barely around his waist, Danny poked his head out the bathroom door and glanced around. Shabaz stood a few feet away, beckoning Danny to follow him back to the living room. "I found you some small sweatpants and a t-shirt that may not fit exactly, but will have to do.”

Flushed with self-consciousness at wearing nothing more than a towel around his loins in a stranger's home, Danny told himself it was a step up from the scandalous condition he arrived in. After all, beggars can't be choosers.

"Give me the towel and get dressed," said Shabaz, offering the clothes in one hand, and holding out the other for the towel.

It was an almost outrageous request. Did this man expect Danny to stand before him naked? Why couldn't he get dressed in the bathroom? Yet the authoritative timbre of his savior's voice was strangely compelling. The important thing was that Danny was safe and warm. Still, the self-confidence he always relied upon and took for granted recoiled inside, curled up like a snail without a shell.

Uncertain what else to do, Danny simply complied. The towel came off, and the tall, dark man studied him up and down as if taking a quick inspection. The youth's small, pink nipples hardened, even as his cock and balls shriveled and contracted. He felt as if more than his private parts were revealed. It was painful to endure. He felt like a small child next to Shabaz

"I'm sure these will fit," said Shabaz. "They belonged to someone who used to live with me." He sounded sad, as if recalling a companion who meant a lot to him but now was gone.

How mortifying this would have been had his benefactor been a woman? It was ironic, Danny reflected, that a naked man usually does not feel discomforted being flaccid around other men, but at this moment he felt small and submissive. The sweatpants and shirt were a little tight, clinging to Danny's well-formed swimmer's physique. But what did that matter? It was better than being naked.

Strange that sexual thoughts should cross his mind. Strange that he felt sexual at all. After all, they were both men. Of course, black men were sexually intimidating. Danny had seen naked black men in the locker room. There was something to the popular myth however much he did not want to accept it.

Shabaz exuded such an aura of masculinity that Danny felt weak and insufficient by comparison, but why, why, was he thinking about these things? Why had the thugs in the Escalade threatened him sexually? Taking his parka he could understand, but the rest of his clothes? What was that about? Why did Shabaz order him to hand over the towel?

No, he was determined not going to associate this kindly gentleman with those thugs. Shabaz was nothing like them. He was not the same at all.

"I want to thank you again, Mister Shabaz," said Danny, pushing aside these invasive prurient notions once and for all.

"That's Master Shabaz," the tall, deep-voiced black man corrected gently.

"Oh? Okay. Master Shabaz."

Daniel thought “Master?” That sounded like something a student of the martial arts would call his teacher. Maybe that was it. In some ways, Shabaz reminded Daniel of his coach.

"Master is my given name," chuckled Shabaz, as if gleaning the young man's thoughts. "You see, Danny, my mother was from South Africa where she suffered many indignities. She wanted me to be addressed with respect. You don't mind me calling you Danny, do you?"

"No, of course not."

"Actually, my mother named me Bwana."

"Like in the Tarzan movies?"

"Something like that. It's Swahili for Sir or Master. When we moved to the States, my mother decided Master would subject me to less ridicule."

"I can't imagine anyone making fun of you, sir, " replied Danny, uncertain why he said that. Why did he add sir. He was used to getting compliments, not dispensing them.

"Let's just say that some of my classmates tried, but I showed them the error of their ways. A man who does not insist upon being treated with respect can't really be considered a man worthy of the name, now can he?"

"No, I guess not."

"It would please me if you called me Master. I don't see any reason why we shouldn't be on a first name basis, do you?"

"Sure, okay.... Master," said Danny. "You're the boss."

"That's better," Shabaz laughed cordially. "You're very polite. I like that about you. Your parents did a good job raising you."

Danny smiled. When this was all over, he could not wait to tell his friends about the strange black man named Master who came to his rescue. Yes, someday he was going to look back on this episode and have a laugh himself. Fortune still looked out for him.

"I made some hot chocolate to warm you up," said Master Shabaz, producing a large mug. "I have also taken the liberty of preparing something for you to eat. But, first, drink."

"Thank you," said Danny, sipping the rich, sweet, dark beverage. It had something else in it besides chocolate that yielded a nutty, creamy flavor. "This tastes really good."

"How was your shower? Feeling better now?"

"Oh, yeah, yes! Thank you so much... Master. You're a godsend!"

"So are you, Danny," nodded Shabaz. "So are you."

"What is it that you do?" Danny ventured, sitting down in one of the capacious armchairs.

"I'm a writer, among other things. Stories, articles, books. Nothing you have read before, I'm quite sure. I will show them to you later if you are interested."

Danny looked around the room, taking it all in. The wooden African masks on the wall appeared to be laughing or scowling, depending on their chiseled expressions. Flickering firelight cast shadows, lending these artificial faces the semblance of mobile life, or was it merely a figment of his imagination?

It was then Danny saw an odd piece of antique furniture which had he not seen before. It was a prie-dieu with a narrow ledge upon which crouched the stone statue of a black dog-like creature with gleaming ebony eyes and large upright, pointed ears. Around the throat was an unusual collar adorned with glittering, faceted gems.

"What is that?" he asked. The strange statue seemed to stare back at him.

"An artifact picked up on my travels," said Shabaz. "The people of Nubian Egypt believed the jackal was the sacred totem of Anubis, God of the Dead."

"The dead?" A shiver ran down Danny's spine like ice water, like he was back outside in the cold, dark, infinite night that nearly caused his demise.

"Figuratively speaking, of course," said Shabaz, as if that was meant to ease the young man's superstitious dread. "Death is not the end. It is but a transformation. Death is the beginning of life, just as life is the onset of death. The circle of existence."

"I guess."

"According to myth, the jackal was reputed to guide the living from one life to the next. Would you like a new existence, Danny?"

"I'm happy with the one I have," said Danny, finishing his chocolate, an craving more. It was the most delicious thing his buds had ever tasted. Not just sweet, but nourishing. Relaxing and invigorating at once. He meant to ask Master Shabaz what went into it.

"Are you quite sure?"

"Yes, I think so. Except for what happened tonight, my life has been pretty good."

"The world is full of unforeseeable misfortune. Wouldn't you like a life where you are safe from harm? One with real meaning in which you are needed and have a purpose?"

A chord was struck, making Danny aware of how true that was. Emotions new to him. His lifelong habit of depending on fortune and using others seemed to crumble within his soul. It was all true. He did not feel needed. He did not have a purpose.

Questions arose in his mind. Was Master Shabaz lonely, living out here in the country all by himself? Did he have a wife and friends? Were there others like him? Why did his air of self-sufficiency fill Danny with such a sense of inadequacy? Why did Danny feel so small and helpless?

"I never thought about having a purpose," said Danny, mustering his scrambled thoughts. "I always figured we were meant to enjoy life. To have fun, you know?"

"I think that is part of it," Shabaz smiled. His white teeth gleamed against the burnished polish of his dark skin. "But there is more to life than hedonism. One must know his place. If you don't know your place, you are lost. Like a dog in the street begging for scraps. Like a pet seeking a collar.”

Danny tried to stand, but his legs wobbled unsteadily. His tousled head was heavy with sudden drowsiness. Outside, the wind howled like a banshee or a wild animal in pain. "Don't know why I feel... so tired," he mumbled.

"You have been through an ordeal, little man."

As Danny collapsed, Master Shabaz sprang to his feet, catching the young boy in his arms, lifting him up as if he weighed nothing at all.

"So tired..." Danny moaned. His eyelids fluttered.

He was vaguely aware of being carried down a flight of stairs. His head came to rest on soft linen pillows. His heavy limbs were useless. The last thing Danny Sullivan heard before passing out was the voice of his benefactor, deep and warm, urging him to rest.

"Sleep, sweet little one. Sleep well, and dream of the new life that awaits you. You are home at last."

Then came blessed oblivion like an overwhelming, drowning tide of blackness.

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CHAPTER 4

A SNOWY MORNING, ONE YEAR LATER

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It was early morning. Master Shabaz stood at a window in the living room, looking out on the heavily falling snow. The land surrounding his house on the hill lay beneath a thick white blanket. The turnpike was visible in the distance since all the trees were bare. It was one year to the day since Danny Sullivan knocked on his door, frozen to the marrow after his terrifying brush with death.

Shabaz wore a pair of red unionsuit long, underwear and woolen red socks. One large, brown hand held a glass water-pipe, with a blend of opium and chanvre-indiens filling its brass bowl. He took a slow, deep inhalation of smoke, held it in his lungs for a minute before exhaling. The sweet-scented silvery fumes circled above his head like an evanescent halo.

There was a roaring fire in the hearth, soft jazz saxophone on the stereo, just as there was a year ago. How swiftly the months had flown. Setting his pipe on a low, round table, Master Shabaz took a seat in front of the fireplace. Then, he took up a large, leather bound tome and leafed through it slowly, pausing over the full page illustrations. One caught his attention in particular, a very detailed drawing of an antique silver chalice labeled the Warren Cup.

One side of the unusual vessel depicted a bearded man and beardless youth engaged in anal penetration. The lad appeared to be lowering himself by means of a strap onto the other's enormous phallus. Shabaz smiled with obvious delectation. How like the Romans, he mused, to have devised such an ingenious contraption, let alone adorn its likeness upon a silver cup. Th purport of this craftsmanship was evidently designed to arouse concupiscence.

Shabaz turned the page and lingered over another illustration of satyrs pursuing nymphs with small, pink-tipped breasts and ample, fleshy buttocks. Another page featured voluptuous, naked women with kohl-lined eyes and ruby-painted lips engaged in providing a swarthy sultan with oral pleasure. There were pictures of slim, smooth-skinned, handsome Ganymedes with girlish blond locks devoted to the same erotic task. Pink-lipped mouths hovering over enormous black members, frozen in time, poised on the brink of consummation.

Not that Master Shabaz had need of stimulation. His nature rose of its own accord each morning, as testosterone naturally brought his blood to a boil, making its way to the sexual parts which produce and discharge the life-force seed of man. He lived in accord with that rhythm which modern man abjures in his over-active mentality. A solitary individual like Master Shabaz kept himself apart from the madding crowd lest he draw unwanted attention. His needs were simple, but even such a man may require companionship at times. Only a saint bound by vows of chastity and self-denial could dwell in isolation without someone to speak to now and then, or to slake his carnal urges when they naturally arose.

That very hour of need was upon him. Shabaz closed the book, and took another deep puff of smoke from the water pipe

He reached down to unbutton the last 3?buttons of his unionsuit. His dark brown member stood erect like a long, thick, wooden baton. Jet-black hair curled about the base, thick and lustrous. His heavy testicles were the size and color of plums.

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CHAPTER 5

MAN’S BEST FRIEND

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"Snowflake!" he called. "Come here, boy! Come get your bone!"

The young man formerly known as Danny Sullivan scampered into the room on his hands and knees. He was utterly naked save for a collar stitched with strange symbols and studded with lustrous black gems. A stainless steel cage to prevent self-abuse contained his cock and balls. In his rectum was inserted a black rubber plug with a long tail like that of an Irish setter. The simple, uncomplicated expression on Snowflake's pallid face was that of unquestioning devotion.

"Good boy," said Shabaz, reaching out to stroke the youth's tousled long brown hair, and to scratch behind his tender ears. "Did you sleep well? Did my little pup dream of chasing butterflies? Yes, you're a good boy, aren't you. Ready for your bone? Was that what you were dreaming about? Go on, little guy. Get your bone. Make your Master feel good. Do your job."

With a soft, eager yip of delight, the human canine kneeled between his owner's powerful, thick, brown thighs, and began to expertly lick the large testicles and throbbing shaft of flesh until everything shone wet and glistening with saliva. He wrapped his avid, pale-pink lips upon the bulbous, dark-brown head and took it into his mouth, moving slowly downward until the massive shaft filled his throat. Master Shabaz grunted with deep, rumbling satisfaction.

Snowflake, as he now answered to, enjoyed giving his Master head more than anything else in the world. It had taken awhile getting used to that massive pole of flesh inside his ass, but over time that became pleasurable as well. Yet even a long, hard, deep fuck was nothing compared to the fullness of his Master's big African bone massaging his gums, or the sweet, nutty, creamy reward which made his taste-buds tingle.

The college boy's past life was little more than a half-remembered dream. It seemed as if he had always been the Master's faithful companion, house pet, and servant, and nothing else. At least nothing important. Nothing that held any real purpose. Sometimes when Snowflake was left alone for hours, curled up before the fire or waiting patiently in his doggy bed by the back door for his Master to return from a walk, vague snatches of memory came back to him. Images of faces, people he no longer recognized. The soft, friendly laughter of women.

He had no memory at all of Master Shabaz directing him to write a letter to his parents explaining he dropped out of college because he was gay and living in Los Angeles with the man of his heart. They were not to try to contact him. That went without saying because Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan wanted nothing more to do with a homosexual son. He was dead to them.

"You do that so well, boy," murmured Shabaz, as his member pulsed with sensual excitement. He was accustomed to these ministrations each and every morning from his pet. The perfect way to start off every day before sitting down to write in his study. Opium served to heighten the warm, wet sensation of Snowflake's mouth, but it was the application of his agile, fluent little pink tongue which sent shivers throughout the Master's lower body.

Snowflake sucked away knowing it was never up to him when Master Shabaz would ejaculate. That decision belonged to the Master alone, who let the act go on until he was ready. Dogs do not make decisions. A good dog simply obeys, for obedience is not a response but a state of mind. It was not long or did it take forever, Snowflake could not be sure, he felt his Master's member pulse and throb until it exploded with delicious nectar, thick, gooey, and sweet, rich in Nubian DNA. The sound of his Master's groans of pleasure made Snowflake happy.

Sometimes Master Shabaz wanted the act to last for an hour or even longer as he reclined in a reverie of perfect contentment. At other times, he needed to get off quickly, which was always a disappointment to little Snowflake. Nonetheless, the good dog understood, as well as a subhuman creature can possibly understand anything abstract at all, that he had a lifetime ahead of providing service. His simple animal consciousness belonged to the everlasting present. He lived in the eternity of now.

Sucking the Master's beautiful, juicy bone was not Snowflake's only duty in the remote farmhouse on the hill. When necessary Snowflake was permitted to stand on his hind legs in order to prepare meals and see to other chores. He had been well trained in that regard. In the finished basement, where Snowflake slept on a soft, clean, comfortable large doggy bed which was littered with pillows, were free weights and a Solo-flex machine which he was expected to use to keep in good physical condition. And he ate nutritious meals and lapped spring water from the two bowls by the fireplace.

During the warm summer months, Snowflake frolicked in the grassy field, playing fetch, chasing butterflies, barking at squirrels in the trees.

In the evening after the dishes were washed and put away, Snowflake loved curling up at his Master's feet while Shabaz watched the news and occasionally movies and shows on the large screen TV in the den. He was so proud to be collared by a Man of such power and wisdom and compassion. The savior who took him in from the cold and gave him shelter, purpose, and meaning out of the goodness of his heart. He could not imagine any other existence. It was a good life, the perfect existence.

On this morning of their anniversary, after Snowflake gulped his Master's exquisite semen, Shabaz brought out a number of gifts from an armoire. There was a thick warm, leopard-print fleece blanket for Snowflake's bed. Rawhide chew toys. Tasty biscuits and milk bone treats. There were two new handsome tails attached to anal plugs. It was a very special day, and Snowflake was a very fortunate little dog indeed. He barked happily.

"Do you know what day it is, little one?" cooed Master Shabaz, as if talking to an infant. "It has been a year since you came to live with me. I was lonely then. But I prayed to the gods for a new companion, and you showed up unannounced at my door. Oh, if you could have seen how you looked that fateful night. You were cold and wet, lost and scared, a little homeless boy, a stray puppy...."

Wagging his tail, Snowflake licked the outstretched hand of his loving Master. He sometimes understood what his Master was actually saying, but that was only when his Master wished it so. Mostly, it was the tone of voice that Snowflake heard and responded to.

"You looked so pitiful, just a mongrel with nowhere to turn, a miserable subhuman thing pretending to be a man, left to perish in the cold by very bad men. But I saw your potential. I knew what you needed. Yes, I did. I saw it in your big green puppy dog eyes. So, I cleaned you up, and fed you, and put you to bed. I gave you the new life you needed. The life for whicbyou were meant. Oh, you looked so endearingly foolish pretending to be a man. But you were never a man. You were always a dog, weren't you. Only you did not realize it at the time. But you know it now. You know what you are.

"There are so many like you out there in the world wandering about like strays, pretending to be men, living empty lives without purpose or meaning. Taking without giving. You all need forever homes, but there just aren't enough Masters to go around. And my life was empty without you here to keep me company. My friends tell me that a good dog is not enough, that a man needs a special partner, an equal to share his life, and they may be right. But having you here with me makes up for that... a little. Enough for now. Quantum satis."

For a brief moment, a melancholy shadow crossed the Master's chiseled features. He was a complex man. But the instant passed. He smiled, and his dark eyes kindled as he returned his full attention to the naked, white, simple creature squatting on the floor, proudly wagging its tail. "I have another anniversary gift for you, little one," he said, affectionately. "Roll over on your back."

Snowflake rolls on his back with his legs splayed wide and totally exposed.

Using the key which hung around his neck on a silver chain, Master Shabaz unlocked the steel cage which contained Snowflake's cock and balls. The limp, white pizzle and low-hanging testicles dangled free for the first time in months. Snowflake looked up with a questioning glance. It was not an expression of Why, for being subhuman, the creature was incapable of asking that. The question Why was too abstract for him to manage. It was a simple gaze that inquired, What? What do you want of me? What will you tell me to do? What, Master?

"I want you to hump, play with yourself," said Master Shabaz. "Go on, boy. Use your front paws. Or use the furniture. Go on Puppy, grasp that little pink thing between your legs and get it hard. That's your toy. It was never more than that. Just a toy-thing. But because it is our anniversary, and because you have been such a good puppy,byou get to play with it."

Snowflake seemed not to understand at first. It had been so long since he had used that slender tube of flesh to do anything but urinate when let outdoors. The toilet was off limits even on cold, snowy days like today. Twice a day, he was let out. There were several trees on the property marked with his distinctive scent. If his penis had any other purpose than that, he seemed to have forgotten. The steel chastity cage was simply a preventative measure.

“Let me show you puppy,” as he rose and began to rub Snowflakes doggy meat with his right foot incased with the wool socks.

"Go on, boy. Get it hard," urged Shabaz. "You can do it. Do it for me. Get that little white piece of doggy meat nice and hard. You're a good boy. Play with it. You remember how that feels? Stroke it, my sweet little bitch. What's the matter? You can't get it hard? Has it been so long you don't know what to do with it? You better get it hard, little one. That's an order. Don't disobey your Owner. You hear me, Snowflake? Get that thing hard! I know your pizzle is only good for pissing, but if you don't get it hard, I'm going to get upset. Don't make me have to punish you on your special day. Unless you want to be punished. Is that you want? Don't make me get my belt. Because I will….”

With the continued stoke from his foot, Snowflake started to use his front paws to hump against his puppy penis.

“…There you go, little one. It's getting there. I knew you could do it if you tried. You're a good little dog. You can do it."

As Shabaz withdrew his foot, Snowflake lay upon his back, milky white legs in the air, stroking his slender, pale penis desperately, looking up at his beloved Master with tears welling in his green eyes, dimly recalling how he used to masturbate in his former life. All those hours he once spent jerking off compulsively even when he had plenty of girlfriends to choose from because no pussy, no mouth, ever felt quite as good as his own right hand. He wanted to ejaculate for his Master so badly. He did not wish to be punished. Once when he took a shit inside the house, the Master rubbed his nose in it, and took a belt to his soft ass which stung for days.

"Come on, boy. Think about sucking Master's big dick, think about how good Jo it feels in your cunt-hole, and come for Daddy. I am going to count to three. And when I'm done, you are going to shoot, understand me? I am in control. When I say three, you are going to have your little orgasm, because that is my command. Are you ready, little guy? Are you gonna spurt for Master like a good puppy? One... stroke it harder... think about my black dick inside you... Two.... Feel your little nuts about to explode or I'm gonna have them cut off and you're never gonna need them again... Get ready.... Do what you're told.... Three!!!"

At that very instant Snowflake released his quivering, thin rod and thin, milky semen gushed from the tip, spattering the hardwood floor. He remained on his back, panting awhile, before scrambling to all fours, looking at the puddle he made. Knowing not what else to do, he leaned forward with his tongue out, prepared to lap it up, but the Master stopped him with a firm rebuke.

"Don't eat that, boy," said Master Shabaz. "It's nasty. Go fetch a rag and clean it up. Then, I want you to get dressed. The snow has stopped. The driveway has to be shoveled, and the porch cleared off."

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CHAPTER 6

SNOWFLAKE, DADDY’S BOY

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Clearing the long, twisting drive to the main road took three hours of arduous labor. It was ludicrous and unnatural standing on his hind legs for so long, not to mention wearing clothes. Denim overalls were tucked into rubber boots, and a long-sleeved thermal undershirt with waterproof mittens encased his front paws. During summer months when Snowflake mowed the yard and tended the garden he wore the same overalls absent a shirt. Garments of any kind made the canine feel like he was pretending to be something he was not. He could not wait to return inside to once again be naked and on all fours as his Master and nature intended.

Once his chores were completed Master stripped Snowflake on the porch, removed his tail and sent him out to his favorite tree where he wandered a while, sniffed the tree and then naturally lifted his leg next to the tree and did his business and then came happily romping to the porch with his rear shaking despite missing his tail, in complete joy.

With one of his new tails plugged into his hole, Snowflake was provided lunch, two large cans of beef chunks and gravy warmed up and poured into the bowl which bore his name. It tasted delicious. Snowflake slept most of the afternoon, exhausted from his chores, curled up before the fireplace, while Master Shabaz watched a football game on the large screen TV. From time to time, Snowflake stirred, lifting his head to observe the helmeted figures in colorful uniforms but if their actions ever meant anything to him, it was not evident.

That evening as the full moon shone bright upon the snow-clad hill, three guests arrived. It was rare that Master Shabaz had any visitors. But this was a special occasion.

First to arrive was Master Antoine, a young man barely out of his teens, carob-skinned, of medium height with a wiry physique and shaved head. He was casually dressed in a knee-length black tee-shirt, loose gray cargo pants, and black Converse hightops.

Antoine held a long leash attached to the collar of a much older, naked white male on his hands and knees. The hair on the creature's head, shoulders, chest, and belly was gray. Like Snowflake, he too proudly displayed a bushy tail plugged into his rectum.

At the sight of this intruder, Snowflake instinctively bared his teeth and growled, only to be admonished by Shabaz with the threat of spending the night in the basement if he did not behave. Snowflake whimpered and fell silent, but did not take his eyes off this territorial imposition. Masters Antoine and Shabaz embraced fraternally.

"I forget your pet's name," said Shabaz.

"I just call him Mutt," replied the Black youth. His deep voice held a rural Southern accent. "He's a good boy. His previous owner was a white college student , can you imagine? He told me that Mutt had been one of his professors that he found on Craiglist and soon took control of. Some white guy pretending to be a Master?"

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, they say."

"I suppose," Antoine shrugged.

"I have found when whites role-play Master and servant, they often take turns," said Master Shabaz. "Both want to be the submissive, so one of them has to pretend to be something he is not. It can't be very fulfilling for either."

"As I understand it," said Antoine, "the so-called master married another gay college student who did not want this poor animal around. Subs marrying subs . That's something else I will never comprehend."

"More role-playing," Shabaz opined, "in imitation of the exemplary bond only Real Man with mutual love and respect can feel for one another."

"Ah, yes, warrior love. Very rare, but when it happens, it's said to run deeper and stronger than the bond between a man and woman. I have never known the pleasure, have you?"

Shabaz smiled, but did not reply. No more needed to be said of this matter, for Nubian silence, as it is called, is more articulate than speech.

"I see you do not keep his pizzle locked up," Shabaz observed.

"It isn't necessary. He was already old when I got him. I have never seen him attain an erection."

"They lose vigor with age. Their sexuality becomes more and more an act of the mind." Shabaz imparted knowledge like a professor learned in the mysteries of sub-anthropology.

Antoine: "It surprises me that you keep your pet's little thing in a cage. If this one is anything like your last pet, he is more dog than man. I don't know how you do it. I have always admired your way with these subhumans."

"I will share my secrets when the time is right," smiled Master Shabaz. "As for the cage of chastity, that is because my pet has only been with me for a year. Most of the time he does not function like a man at all, but when there is work to be done, it is necessary that some of his human wits are restored to him. It takes time and training to produce a servant worthy of the name. Today, for example, I had him shovel the driveway. There was a chance, a slim one, but a chance nonetheless, he might have remembered how to play with his little toy of flesh."

"We can't have that," Antoine laughed.

"Indeed not," said Shabaz. "The white man must be completely subdued. I tell him when to shit and piss, when to eat, when to work or rest."

"And when to play with its toy."

"Exactly."

Master Antoine unhooked the leash from Mutt's collar and told it to get acquainted with Snowflake. The two creatures sniffed one another's hindquarters before curling up on the floor side by side before the fireplace.

No sooner had Master Shabaz offered Antoine a snifter of Nigerian brandy, came a knock at the door. The next guest had arrived.

Master Hieronymus was a tall, strapping man in his mid-thirties with gold-nut skin, dark brown curls, and eyes the color of the earth. Shabaz greeted him with an embrace. Their foreheads touched. Then Antoine reached out to dap the fist of the newcomer.

"I am glad you could make it," said Shabaz. "It usually does not snow this time of year."

"The weather was no obstacle," said Hieronymus as he removed his heavy coat and hung it on a rack beside the door. "Unfortunately, Omar could not make it. Hunter business."

`That's unfortunate," said Shabaz. "I was looking forward to seeing Omar again. I appreciate what the Hunters do, but there are so many of these creatures running loose and wild. What is one more?"

"Hunters serve at the pleasure of the Magistery," Hieronymus shrugged. "They take their job very seriously."

"As do I."

Hieronymus wore a biceps-bulging, short-sleeved crimson silk shirt that draped his broad shoulders and deep chest. Blunt nipples poked the fabric. His strong, thick legs were encased by black leather pants. A brown leather band was strapped to his left wrist.

At his side was a naked white human canine on his hands and knees, about the same age as Mutt, shivering from the cold. His inquisitive nose wrinkled at the potpourri of new scents which greeted him: wood, leather, musk, black rose oil, and the stench of something else, something familiar but unpleasant. His round eyes narrowed at the other two naked subhumans.

"You still have Kizingu, I see," Shabaz chuckled.

The name Kizingu was Swahili for "little white man," an apt appellation indeed. Not only was the old fellow unimposing of stature, its fungus-white pizzle and testicles were shriveled almost to the point of non-existence.

"Yes," nodded Hieronymus. "He isn't good for much anymore except to keep me company. Sleeps most of the time. But he is loyal to a fault. Still wants that bone, know what I'm saying? I don't have the heart to replace him."

"Not to mention his pension and Social Security checks come in handy."

"There is that," Hieronymus concurred. "I don't need the money, but it pays for his keep and medical bills."

"You're a good man, my friend."

"I try to be."

At no point in their conversation, did Masters Shabaz and Hieronymus look away from one another. Their dark eyes met in an embrace of perfect understanding as if thoughts passed back and forth between them above and beyond the words they chose for speech. Nor did Master Antoine feel excluded. They were brothers linked by blood, history, revelation, and purpose.

The third and last guest to arrive was Master Malchizedek, followed by his canine servant Boxer. Malchizedek was eldest of the four True Men assembled, although his rightful age could not be guessed without some idea of his unique nature and practical knowledge of the arcane.

Although not tall and somewhat slight of frame, Malchizedek moved with vigor and vitality. His bespoke suit of gray tweed with its suede vest and the silver wolf's-head cane he carried bestowed an air of dignified, gentlemanly elegance.

"I am glad you were able to come," said Master Shabaz, taking one of the elder's small hands in both of his. "It is always an honor."

"The honor is mine, young one," said Malchizedek.

"Not so young anymore." Despite the cordial disagreement, there was no mistaking the reverent tone. It was like that of a devoted pupil reunited after long years with his beloved teacher.

"I will be the judge of that." Malchizedek settled the matter with executive authority, and then changed the subject. "This is an important night. There are forces at work which wait upon the outcome of this night with favor. One more white beast will be brought to heel of his own free will. The Gods will be pleased."

"This is my hope," said Shabaz. "But I cannot be certain what little Snowflake will choose. The decision rests with him."

"Can you not?" The ageless old man smiled. His dark brown face glowed with knowing reassurance.

Shabaz thought awhile. His brow darkened with concern, but then he looked upon the venerable Master's face, and smiled. "Perhaps, I can."

"Is Omar not here?"

"I am told he is on Hunter's business."

"Very good. I had hoped to see him, but that is more important. The Magistery wants those stray creatures rounded up. Left to their own devices, they are either a menace to themselves and others, or a perfectly good commodity going to waste."

"But there are so many of them. More and more of these caucasians every day catching -- what do they call it? -- this jungle fever? It's an epidemic."

Said Malchizedek solemnly, "As it was prophesized in the Book of Thoth. The first sign of the coming Age was foretold: `the white-skinned dwellers of caves from the frozen north shall return upon their knees begging forgiveness like frightened, disobedient household servants long astray.'"

"It is also said: those who act like dogs will become as dogs."

"So true, so true," roared Malchizedek, and his mirth filled the room. "Like this one here," he looked down at Boxer.

The servant pet was maybe forty-five years old, hairy chested, hairy legged, hairy backed. The creature still retained some definition in his arms and legs but his hirsute belly was swollen to a paunch. His ugly little member resembled a white mushroom cap protruding from a thatch of fur.

While the canines became cautiously acquainted, rubbing snouts and sniffing hindquarters, the Masters sat down to share a long-stemmed pipe of kef. Soon the room was canopied by billows of smoke. Master Shabaz brought out a silver tray laden with meat and cheese, along with crystal goblets and three bottles of imported Senegalese wine. The four men spoke in low voices casually punctuated with laughter.

As the night wore on, the Masters fell silent, seated like grave kings of old upon their thrones, and only their dark eyes kindled. It was a fraternal communion the white pets would never be able to comprehend. The breed of homo sapiens these Masters chose to domesticate were limited creatures with weakened senses and lesser mind and body skills. So much went over their heads, so much was wasted on them.

The pipe was refilled many times and passed around. They watched with attention a documentary (privately distributed by the Black Magistery) on the TV screen concerning the auction of white servants and plans already underway for building compounds all across North America in secret locales. All were in agreement, the future was looking bright.

When the clock chimed midnight, it was time to get down to business. Four thick, tall, black candles were ceremoniously lit. The subhuman pets were commanded to squat beside their Masters, all but Snowflake who kneeled unknowingly, dim with doggy consciousness, in the center of the room with all eyes fixed upon him.

While the other pets still retained a glimmer of human thought and awareness of self, Snowflake was deeply submerged in his canine identity. He crouched, naked save for his chastity cage and collar, looking around absently, patiently, heedless of the discussion taking place.

"This is the long-awaited hour," announced Master Shabaz. "This is the reason I have asked you, my brothers, to convene. As you know, the white race is by its nature and history fated to be our servants, but we do not take them into service against their will. A year ago today, I called upon the Ancient Gods to deliver a servant to my door. Thus, by chance, as we sometimes call the winds of destiny, came to me this very creature you see before you. He was nearly naked, almost frozen to death. Surely he would have died that night if not for my compassion and pity. As you know, it takes little effort to peer into such minds as these creatures possess. What I beheld was a young man without plans, without a future, a selfish, hapless mongrel who was relying upon luck and the generosity of others to get through life. I would have given him the opportunity to choose his destiny at that time, but it was clear to me that he could not choose what he did not know. That is why I buckled the Collar of Obedience around his throat."

The other Masters nodded and murmured in accord. Of the four assembled, the youngest, Master Antoine, knew the least about arcane matters, but he even he had heard of the legendary Collars. This was the first time he saw one. Hieronymus had some experience with Black Magick and a little knowledge of the Dark Arts, but did not practice. Of Melchizedek nothing further needs to be said. Whatever transcendental knowledge the old one acquired on his long sojourn through time does not suffer reduction. Only Master Shabaz had some idea.

"The Collar of Obedience must only be used when absolutely required," affirmed Malchizedek with authority. "I find no fault with your decision. This poor creature would have perished without your timely beneficence."

"The Collar has effectively dimmed the boy's memories," said Shabaz. "From btime to time, I have lessened its power to enable him to perform simple human tasks. He has dreamlike glimpses of his former self when he can almost remember who he was, when he almost knows what he is doing, but that is but an echo of the past, it fades away. He is as you see him, a loyal, friendly, well-trained canine."

"He seems like a good dog," smiled Malchizedek, patting Snowflake on the head.

"When I remove the Collar, all his memories will return," Shabaz continued. " He will recall his human name and the life he lived. He will remember the last twelve months, as well. Only then will he be able to compare one existence with the other, and be sufficiently informed to select the life he prefers."

"It shall be so," said Master Malchizedek, "but with one condition. If this creature chooses to return to his former life as a human being, you must return him to the outer world exactly as he came to you. Naked, helpless, at the pitiless mercy of the elements."

"He will freeze to death outside," exclaimed Master Hieronymus. "Is that necessary?"

"Master Malchizedek is correct," said Shabaz. "If little Snowflake does not wish to continue in my service, he must return into the world exactly as he left it. There can be no other way."

Shabaz looked like a tall priest draped in his long, black thawb. He was a man of great stature with slow, deliberate moves, always mindful, always present. His deep voice wielded authority, yet his expression was ever one of patience, insight, and personal depth perception. This perfect balance of yin and yang inspired friendship among his peers, and devoted, servile obedience from lesser beings.

"Will he be informed of this?" asked Master Antoine, also considering the moral implications.

It was a fact many of Antoine's and Hieronymus's servants called them the Benevolent Dark Lords. Black Dominion does not have to be cruel. Letting whites serve and worship should be an act of mercy. Of course, it is also said: a Black Master's wrath and mercy are one and the same.

"I am afraid not," said Master Shabaz, shaking his head. "That knowledge might influence his decision. It cannot be otherwise."

Snowflake kneeled before the assembled Masters, wagging his tail as if oblivious to their stern faces. The other pets crouched on their haunches, apprehensive with abject awe.

Once Master Shabaz unbuckled the Collar of Obedience from Snowflake's throat, a sudden change swept over the servant pet. His relaxed, happy, eager expression tensed. In his soft, adoring, unworried eyes was now a fractured gleam of light. He shook his tousled head like one waking from a deep sleep fraught with dreams. As his green eyes glanced over his nakedness, blood rushed to his cheeks.

"Do you remember your name?" asked Master Shabaz.

The naked servant cleared his throat, hesitating, not accustomed to forming words for the last twelve months. There was so much to process. He winced, realizing his anus with plugged with an Irish Setter's tail.

"It's Danny," he uttered, at last. "I mean, it used to be. I'm not Danny anymore."

"What is your name now?"

"It's Snowflake."

"What do you remember?"

After another rush of hesitation, Danny spoke: "I remember all of it, but I don't like who I used to be. I was a real prick, only thinking of myself. I got into trouble and you rescued me. You helped me change. You gave me a better life. Now, I feel useful. I have a purpose."

"I am pleased to hear you say that," smiled Shabaz, with genuine warmth. "The time has come for you to make a choice. Do you wish to return to the world as Danny, or remain here with me as Snowflake? Think it over, and choose your words carefully."

"I don't have to think it over," gushed the naked servant. "I know where I belong. At your feet! Keeping you company, working for you, pleasing you any way that I can."

The way Snowflake blushed at "pleasing" spoke of sudden embarrassment as if he had revealed more than he intended.

"Tell my friends what it is you like to do to please me above all other things," said Master Shabaz. "Tell them what you love doing."

"I love sucking your cock, sir."

Master Antoine stirred in his high-backed seat. "That's what I'm talking about!" he exclaimed.

The young brother in high tops believed vigorously in whiteboys sucking Black Dick by any means necessary. Having a Collar of Obedience would come in handy. Antoine was about to ask Shabaz how he could get his hands on a Collar of Obedience or make one, when Master Melchizedek held up his hand for silence. Hieronymus steepled his long brown fingers, and nodded with silent approval for Shabaz to continue.

The three white, naked, caucasian service-dogs fidgeted. Snowflake straightened his carriage, although still on his knees. The Collar of Obedience made caging his genitals unnecessary, but Shabaz thought it necessary as a reminder for those times when he had Snowflake on his hind legs allowed to think a little more like a man than a dog for awhile.

Shabaz resumed the interrogation with a statement of fact. "Before you came to live with me, you were a lover of women. You never gave a man sexual pleasure before. The thought of performing fellatio never crossed your mind. Is that true?"

"Yes, sir," said Snowflake. "I thought sucking cock was something only females and faggots did."

"You were right. Only females and faggots suck dick. Are you a female, Snowflake?"

"No, sir. Guess now I'm a faggot. All I know is that I love when you give me permission to suck your cock. I love everything about it. I really do. I still feel straight, I like chicks or would if you would let me, but I go crazy thinking about your cock, wanting it in my mouth so bad like right now. I don't know what I am."

"You're my cocksucker," said Master Shabaz. "And you have always been a faggot. You just never realized it. If I had physically forced you to I worship my African phallus, you would have come to enjoy it eventually, but there may have been a struggle. The Collar simply helped you become what you always were. My faggot. My cocksucker. My dog. My servant. My bitch."

"Yes, sir. Now I see it, I was a faggot, all my life."

"Are you sure? We can't proceed unless you convince me you are."

"I've always been a faggot, sir. All my life. I never realized it until you let me suck your cock, sir. I love your cock. I love sucking your cock. I love being your dog. I want to always be your bitch. I know that I don't deserve you, I'm just a faggot, but you mean everything to me."

"I'm almost convinced," said Shabaz. He turned to the other masters. "Is anyone else convinced?"

Antoine and Malchizedek were satisfied, but Hieronymus wanted to hear a little more before he could make up his mind. Shabaz warmed the brother in the red silk shirt with a dazzling smile.

"Do you have more to say?" Shabaz asked of Snowflake.

"I don't know what else to say," said Snowflake, sounding defeated. "I just want you to be my owner. If I left here, I would just find another Master whether I loved him or not, just to be owned. You showed me the truth about myself. I love you for that. I worship everything about you. If you let me be your dog, I'll never be any trouble, I'll be a good dog, you'll see. Please let me be your dog again."

"I'm convinced," said Hiernonymus.

"So am I," Shabaz concurred.

"Thank you, Sir," said Snowflake with such sincerity there could be no doubt of his convictions.

"One other decision remains," said Shabaz. "You have chosen to continue living and working as my servant. You may do this with or without the Collar of Obedience. It is your choice. If the Collar is restored, all memory of your human existence will be erased. You will have no choice but to obey my slightest command. Should you choose to go without the Collar, you will experience the joy that comes of willing servitude. You will be the same as these other humbled pets, retaining free will and awareness of self, but dedicated to the service of your master."

What Snowflake said next brought raised brows of astonishment to Masters Hieronymus and Antoine. Even serene Malchizedek and stern Shabaz with their deeper insight into the minds of lesser beings, seemed somewhat surprised by something in this final development.

"I choose the Collar, sir," announced Snowflake, emphatically. "I want to be under your power. I love being your obedient servant. I want to forget all about that sorry excuse for a human being I used to be. I need to be totally controlled. Use me, Master! Use me, Master!"

Firelight flickered across Shabaz's noble features. He seemed to hear strains of celestial music, a remote ethereal choir acknowledging Snowflake's last three repeated words. "Use me, Master!" There was an old Swahili mantra taught to white servants as a sort of mission statement, "Kutumia me, Bwana," which means in English "Use me, Master!"

But Master Shabaz never taught Snowflake that. It was uncanny. How did Snowflake know to say those words? Then again, those three words summed up a servant's existence. They were the answer to any question a servant could come up with. Use me, Master! That was always the answer.

Maybe Snowflake was bound to say those three words sooner or later. It was a possibility. But maybe there were other forces at work. Sometimes the Ancient Gods do more than watch the sacred rituals of Man, sometimes they make things happen that cannot be reduced to coincidence.

"Kutumia me, Bwana!" declared Shabaz in a loud, amused voice. When he smiled, all hearts turned toward him. "The true servant has spoken the three simple words that have ever been his birthright: Use me, Master!"

The three white dogs yelped with happiness at the sound of those three magical words which they knew so well.

Master Shabaz buckled the Collar of Obedience around Snowflakes tender, white throat. This was followed by a round of applause, and the pets yipped with joy. Snowflake gratefully licked his Master's hand.

After the clock chimed one, Shabaz showed his distinguished guests to comfortable rooms on the second floor, each loyal, well-trained pet trotting a few precise paces behind its owner. What transpired behind closed doors was a tale told by the sound of slurping, choking, grunting, and firm flesh slapping soft.

As for Snowflake, this was one of those rare occasions when he was permitted to curl up at the foot of his Master's large, luxurious, four-posted bed. But not, of course, before directing his eager, hungry mouth to Master Shabaz's large, rigid, brown member, rewarded for his labor of love with African Ambrosia.

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Sachiya Steel International Private Limited stands out as a premier supplier of stainless steel fasteners in India, thanks to several key attributes:

Quality Assurance

Rigorous quality control measures ensure that each fastener meets international standards such as ASTM, AISI, and DIN, as well as customer-specific specifications.

Customization

Sachiya Steel International can tailor fasteners according to size, material grade, surface finish, and coating specifications to meet diverse customer needs and application requirements.

Infrastructure

State-of-the-art manufacturing facilities equipped with modern machinery, automated production lines, and sophisticated testing equipment ensure consistent quality and production efficiency.

Global Reach

India has built an outstanding global reputation as a reliable supplier of industrial fastening solutions by exporting high-quality stainless steel fasteners to global markets.

Conclusion

Stainless steel fasteners are key components in many industries, providing structural integrity, reliability, and safety across an array of applications. Sachiya Steel International Private Limited stands as India’s premier producer, manufacturing stainless steel fasteners that exceed domestic and international market demands. Their commitment to innovation, quality, and customer satisfaction solidifies their position as a go-to supplier for stainless fastening solutions worldwide.

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Secure your Home with World Class Cold-Formed Steel Studs Framing

Cold-formed steel is a reliable, durable, and lightweight construction material widely used in the foundation and framing of modern buildings and homes. When a building is constructed with cold-formed steel studs framing it is likely to be safe as this material requires very less to no maintenance. Another advantage of using cold-formed steel is that it is long-lasting, produces less waste, and reduces carbon emissions. They can also be easily reused, repurposed, and recycled which makes it an environment-friendly option as well.

They also protect your building from damages caused by Earthquakes, and they are water, fire, and pest-resistant. Secure your home with their steel stud framing.

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Why Should Construction Professionals Get CFS Design Software?

Cold Formed Steel (CFS) is commonly used in a variety of construction applications, including framing, roofing, and siding. It is valued for its high strength-to-weight ratio, durability, and ease of fabrication. These days, construction professionals are using CFS design software, which is a specialized tool that is used to design steel structures, including beams, columns, and walls, made of cold-formed steel. Here are some reasons why you might want to consider using CFS design software:

Complete Accuracy: CFS design software can accurately model the behavior of cold-formed steel structures under various loading conditions. This means that you can design structures that meet the required safety and performance criteria.

High Efficiency: This software type can significantly reduce the time and effort required to design cold-formed steel structures. With the help of automated tools and pre-built libraries of steel sections, you can quickly and easily create detailed designs.

Flexibility: Cold Formed Steel Design Software can be customized to suit your specific design requirements. You can adjust the software settings to consider different design codes, material specifications, and construction methods.

Optimization: This tool can help you optimize the design of cold-formed steel structures to minimize material usage, reduce costs, and improve performance.

Integration: CFS design software can integrate with other design tools, such as structural analysis software, to create a seamless design workflow.

Compliance: With this design software, you can ensure that your designs meet the relevant design codes and standards, such as the American Iron and Steel Institute (AISI) standards and the International Building Code (IBC).

To conclude, we can say using CFS design software can help you design safe, efficient, and cost-effective cold-formed steel structures.

Being a construction professional, if you are looking for Metal Stud Design Software for your needs,  then choose SteelSmart® Structural Design Suite. Our software tools are engineered for the speedy and accurate design and detailing of light steel framing studs and connectors. Visit the website and check out different SteelSmart® software packages to streamline your workflow. Also, get in touch with us if you have any queries or need assistance. Originally Published at - https://steelsmartsystem.wordpress.com/2023/04/26/why-should-construction-professionals-get-cfs-design-software/

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Steel Market — Forecast (2024–2030)

Steel market is analyzed to be $1,746.35 billion in 2023 and is projected to reach $2,105 billion in 2030. The market is estimated to grow with a CAGR of 4.13% during 2024-2030. Steel is an alloy that is made up of iron ore or scrap steel and carbon. In general, steels have various unique properties including being non-corrosive, rust-resistant and heavier than other metals such as aluminum. Therefore, steel is extensively used in various end-use industry verticals, including the manufacturing various transportation and automobile components, medical equipment, metal surgical implants, structural components and more, which in turn is boosting its market growth. In recent years, the steel market has experienced fluctuations driven by several factors. One significant trend in the steel market is the impact of trade policies and tariffs. Trade tensions between major steel-producing nations, such as the United States, China, and the European Union, have led to shifts in supply chains and pricing dynamics. Tariffs imposed on steel imports have affected the competitiveness of domestic producers and influenced global trade patterns. Additionally, sustainability concerns and environmental regulations have influenced market dynamics. Increasing awareness of carbon emissions and the environmental footprint of steel production has led to a growing demand for greener steel products. This has prompted investments in cleaner production technologies such as electric arc furnaces and the development of recycled steel. Moreover, technological advancements and innovations in steel manufacturing processes have enhanced efficiency and product quality. As a result, the steel market is poised for sustained growth as global economic recovery accelerates, with innovations in technology and sustainability shaping future trends.

Steel Market Report Coverage

The report: “Steel Industry – Forecast (2024-2030)”, by IndustryARC covers an in-depth analysis of the following segments of the Steel Market Report.  By Type: Carbon Steel, (Low Carbon Steel, Medium Carbon Steel, High Carbon Steel), Stainless Steel (Austenitic Stainless Steels, Ferritic Stainless Steels, Martensitic Stainless Steels, Precipitation Hardening Grade Stainless Steels, Duplex Stainless Steels), Alloy Steel (Chromium Molybdenum Steel, Nickel-Chromium-Molybdenum Steel, Chromium Vanadium Steel, HSLA -Nickel-Chromium-Molybdenum Steel), Tool Steel (Water-hardening tool steels, Shock-resisting tool steels, Cold-work tool steels, Hot-work steels, High-speed tool steels, Others), Others By Form: Bar, Rod, Tube, Pipe, Plate, Sheet, Structural, Others By Application: Transportation (Road, Bridges, Barriers, Rail, Tracks, Rail Cars), Construction (Cool Metal (infrared reflecting) Roofing, Purlins, Beams, Pipe, Recyclable steel framing (studs), Desks/Furniture), Packaging (Canes, Bottles, Others), Water Projects (Levees/Dams/Locks), Energy (Renewable, Nuclear, Bio-fuels, Fossil, Electric Grid), Others By Industry: Construction (Steel Skeletons, Concrete Walls, Pillars, Nails, Bolts, Screws, Others), Machinery (Bulldozers, Backhoe Leaders, Pipelayers, Others), Automotive and Transportation (Exhaust, Trim/Decorative, Engine, Chassis, Fasteners, Tubing For Fuel Lines), Kitchenware and Domestic Appliances (Small Household Appliances, Black Home Appliances, White Home Appliances), Electrical and Electronics (Motor Mount Brackets, Adapter Plates, Electronic Frames and Chassis, Brackets, Others), Healthcare (Orthopaedic Implants, Artificial Heart Valves, Bone Fixation, Catheters, Others), Energy (Scrubbers, Heat Exchangers, Others) By Region: North America, South America, Europe, Asia-Pacific and Rest of the World

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Key Takeaways

Steel Market Segment Analysis – By Type  In terms of type, the Steel Market is segmented into carbon steel, stainless steel, alloy steel, tool steel and others. In 2023, the Stainless-steel segment generated the greatest revenue of $361.94 billion and is projected to reach a revenue of $482.28 billion by 2030. Owing to the various benefits posed by stainless steel such as corrosion resistance, high and low temperature resistance, the ease of fabrication, strength, aesthetic appeal is one of the key factors for its adoption among various end-use industries, which in turn is boosting its market growth. The stainless-steel segment can be further classified as Austenitic stainless steels, Ferritic stainless steels, Martensitic stainless steels, Precipitation hardening grade stainless steel and Duplex stainless steels. 

Steel Market Segment Analysis – By Form  By form, the steel market is segmented into bar, rod, tube, pipe, plate, sheet, structural and others. The bar segment accounted for the major market share in 2023, with a revenue of $554.58 billion, and is forecast to grow at a CAGR of 4.68% by 2030. The increasing demand for steel bar from various end-user industries such as building and construction, bridges, and many others, are driving the growth of the segment during the forecast period of 2024-2030.

Steel Market Segment Analysis – By Application  Steel Market is segmented by its application that includes transportation, construction, packaging, water projects, energy and others. The energy segment held the dominant market share, 31% of the whole market, in 2023, and is expected to maintain its dominance by 2030 with a CAGR of 4.69%. One of the major factors for the segment growth is the increasing awareness and focus towards renewable energy sources. Steel plays a crucial role in producing and distributing energy as well as improving energy efficiency. Renewable energy is further classified as Wind Towers and Foundation, Wind Turbines and Solar Parabolic Mirror Supports & Collectors. 

Steel Market Segment Analysis – By Industry The Steel finds its application across the industries such as construction, machinery, automotive and transportation, kitchenware and domestic appliance, electrical and electronics, healthcare, energy and others. Among them, the construction segment is the largest consumer of steel, as bearable structures can be manufactured easily at a low cost. The property of steel in its various forms and alloys makes it more flexible to cater the exclusive projects integrated with infrastructure. Moreover, the rapid industrialization and urbanization in various developing countries are fueling the segment growth in strengthening its dominant market position during the forecast period.

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Steel Market Segment Analysis - By Geography/Country  The report comprises of the region wise study of the global market including North America, South America, Europe, Asia-Pacific and Rest of the World. Above all, Asia-Pacific region held the biggest share in 2023, up to 63% of the whole steel market owing to the rapidly expanding defense, machinery, automotive, and shipbuilding industries in the countries such as India, China, South Korea, and Japan. Foreign direct investment in energy and infrastructure is likely to provide opportunities for the market vendors. Coupled with favorable government regulations, growing infrastructure and construction activities in developing economies of the Asia-Pacific region are boosting the demand for the market.

Steel Market - Drivers 

Growing Demand for Steel Across the Various Regions Several factors have a significant impact on the overall development of the steel market. The major growth factor driving the Steel Market is the growing demand for steel across a variety of developing regions. For instance, Global crude steel production in January-November 2023 reached 1715.12 million metric tons, marking a marginal 0.5% year-on-year growth, per provisional data from the World Steel Association. November 2023 saw a production of 145.5 million metric tons, up by 3.3% from the previous year. China led the production with 952.14 million metric tons, followed by India and Japan, USA, Russia, South Korea, and Germany. 

Construction and Infrastructure Development: Construction activities, including residential, commercial, and infrastructure projects such as roads, bridges, and railways, are major drivers of steel demand. Urbanization and industrialization also contribute to the growth of the construction sector, thereby increasing the demand for steel products. For instance, as per Green Finance & Development Center, China Belt and Road Initiative (BRI) Investment Report 2023, engagement totalled about USD88.3 billion, with USD44.6 billion from investment and USD43.7 billion from construction contracts. Also, The US Department of Transportation allocates $3.2 billion in extra funding, alongside $4.3 billion from the Bipartisan Infrastructure Law for 2023. The Budget prioritizes $4.5 billion for the Capital Investment Grant program, aiming to bolster transit infrastructure for economic growth. As a result, the steel market is anticipated to thrive, propelled by heightened construction activities and the need for durable materials, reflecting a promising outlook for the industry.

Steel Market -Challenges

Environmental Regulations and Sustainability The steel industry is facing mounting pressure to tackle environmental issues by cutting carbon emissions and enhancing sustainability efforts. Meeting stringent environmental regulations demands substantial investments in technology and infrastructure, presenting a formidable challenge for many companies. Despite the financial hurdles, embracing these changes can pave the way for a more sustainable and eco-friendly future for the industry.

Steel Market - Competitive Landscape The companies referred in the study include Baosteel Co., Ltd., Posco Holding Inc, Nippon Steel Corporation, JFE Holdings, Tata Steel Limited, United States Steel Corporation, Anshan Iron and Steel Group Corporation, Hyundai Steel Co., Ltd., ThyssenKrupp AG, ArcelorMittal S.A., among others. Technology launches, acquisitions, and R&D activities are key strategies adopted by the key players in the Steel Market. 

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Things To Be Kept In Mind While Going For Ear Piercing

Ear piercing is a timeless form of body modification allowing individuals to express their style and adorn themselves with beautiful jewelry. However, before getting your ears pierced, there are several important factors to consider to ensure a safe and satisfying experience. 

In this article, we'll explore the key considerations for ear piercing in Mumbai, including ear piercing costs and procedures, particularly for those in Mumbai.

Six Things To Be Kept In Mind While Going For Ear Piercing

1. Choose a Reputable Piercing Studio

Selecting a reputable piercing studio is crucial to ensure a safe and hygienic ear piercing experience. Look for a studio that adheres to strict sterilization protocols, uses high-quality piercing equipment, and employs experienced piercers. 

Reading reviews and asking for recommendations from friends or family help you find a trusted piercing studio in Mumbai.

2. Consider the Cost

The cost of ear piercing varies depending on factors such as the type of piercing (e.g., lobe, cartilage), the jewelry used, and the reputation of the piercing studio. It's essential to inquire about the total ear piercing cost upfront, including the price of the piercing procedure and any additional fees for jewelry and aftercare products. 

3. Research Different Piercing Methods

There are several methods for ear piercing, including needle piercing and gun piercing. Needle piercing, performed by professional piercers using a sterile needle, is widely considered safer and less traumatic than gun piercing, which may cause tissue damage and increase the risk of infection. 

Researching and understanding the pros and cons of each method helps you make an informed decision about the type of ear piercing you prefer.

4. Understand the Healing Process

Ear piercing requires proper aftercare to facilitate healing and prevent complications such as infection and scarring. It's essential to follow the piercer's aftercare instructions carefully, including cleaning the pierced area with saline solution, avoiding touching or twisting the jewelry, and refraining from swimming or submerging the piercing in water. 

Understanding the healing process and being diligent about aftercare help ensure a smooth and successful recovery.

5. Choose the Right Jewelry

Selecting the right jewelry for your newly pierced ears is essential for both comfort and aesthetics. Consider factors such as material (e.g., surgical stainless steel, titanium, gold), style (e.g., studs, hoops, dangles), and size. 

Choosing hypoallergenic jewelry is recommended to reduce the risk of allergic reactions and irritation, especially if you have sensitive skin. Your piercer guides you in selecting suitable jewelry for your ear piercing.

6. Be Prepared for Potential Discomfort

While ear piercing is generally a quick and relatively painless procedure, some discomfort or mild pain may occur during and after the piercing. It's normal to experience redness, swelling, and tenderness in the pierced area for a few days following the procedure. 

Over-the-counter pain relievers and applying cold compresses help alleviate discomfort. However, if you experience severe pain, excessive swelling, or signs of infection, seek medical attention promptly.

Conclusion

Ear piercing is a popular form of self-expression and adornment, but it's essential to approach the process thoughtfully and responsibly. Inurskn, a trusted name, offers professional ear piercing in Mumbai, prioritizing safety and hygiene. 

With experienced piercers and a commitment to using high-quality equipment, they ensure a comfortable and satisfying experience for clients. Trust Inurskn for your ear piercing needs and embark on your journey to stylish and beautifully adorned ears with confidence and peace of mind.

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The Advantages of Light Gauge Steel Framing for Construction in Perth | Nextruss

Light gauge steel framing has become an increasingly popular choice for builders and construction companies in Perth looking for a versatile, durable, and sustainable framing solution. Compared to traditional timber framing, light gauge steel offers numerous benefits that make it well-suited for residential, commercial, and industrial projects across Western Australia.

At Nextruss Steel, our locally-based production facilities utilize advanced rollforming equipment to manufacture premium light gauge steel framing components. As leading suppliers of steel framing in Perth, we provide high quality cold-formed studs, tracks, and trusses optimized for strength, precision, and cost-competitiveness.

Discover the key benefits of using Nextruss Steel’s light gauge steel framing for your upcoming construction projects in WA:

Strength & Durability

Our lightweight steel framing meets Australian Standard AS3623 requirements for strength and durability. The galvanized steel resists termite damage, rotting, warping, and shrinking. Structures framed with our products can withstand harsh weather conditions, standing up to high winds and seismic activity.

The cold-formed steel we utilize has a high strength-to-weight ratio, making it light yet extremely sturdy. Our precision manufacturing processes create incredibly stable framing. The galvanized coating provides superior corrosion resistance compared to untreated steel.

Design Flexibility

With custom rollforming capabilities, we can manufacture framing to match complex or unique architectural plans. Light gauge steel enables curved walls, vaulted ceilings, and interesting angles for modern designs.

No matter the shape, size, or complexity – our steel framing solutions offer architects, builders, and engineers the design freedom to bring plans to life. We work closely with clients from the outset to develop optimized framing designs tailored to their specific project needs.

Rapid Construction

With prefabricated framing components produced precisely to required measurements, buildings framed with our light gauge steel can be constructed faster than conventional materials. This saves time and labour costs.

The ability to pre-cut all framing pieces to exact specifications based on plans results in faster assembly on-site. Because the steel framing is lightweight, it’s also easier to transport. Our production and logistics process is geared towards minimizing install time.

Bushfire Resistance

Steel is non-combustible, making it suitable for bushfire-prone areas across WA. Using our framing provides added peace of mind.

For regions where bushfire safety is a concern, light gauge steel framing offers protection. The non-combustible nature of steel prevents the spread of flames. This added security is invaluable for homeowners and businesses.

Sustainability

Steel is 100% recyclable. Our production process minimises waste, and steel requires less energy to produce than other building materials.

The recyclability and longevity of steel framing has clear sustainability benefits. Steel components can be continually reprocessed and reused. We utilize scrap steel feeds and green manufacturing practices to reduce environmental impact.

Cost-Effective

The total installed cost using our steel framing solutions is very cost-competitive in Perth. We offer discounted pricing for large wholesale orders.

With lower transportation costs and rapid on-site assembly, our light gauge steel framing can realize significant cost savings for builders. The minimal maintenance and longevity also provide excellent value over time. We offer helpful pricing resources.

Locally Produced

With our production facilities strategically located near Perth, we can deliver framing components faster and more affordably. Our local capabilities enable quick turnarounds.

By having end-to-end production based in WA, we control quality while providing better lead times and pricing. Our expertise in light gauge steel manufacturing ensures optimal solutions.

Industry Leadership

As a leading steel framing supplier in Perth with decades of experience, Nextruss Steel stays ahead of the latest building trends, technologies, and regulations.

Our continued investment in new equipment and research keeps us at the forefront of advancing steel framing. We actively participate in industry organizations to help shape the future of steel construction across Australia.

At Nextruss Steel, we partner with builders across Perth to deliver high quality light gauge steel framing purpose-built for their projects. Contact us today to discuss the advantages of steel construction for your next residential or commercial build.

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Distinct steel alloys found across the globe.

Steel alloys are extremely important to makers of metal. These objects were particularly valuable in the fabrication and feedstock sectors since the production procedure that produced them allowed for a broad variety of forms and sizes to be produced. The production of these goods involves a wide variety of operations, some of which include machining, forging, casting, assembly, and spinning.

Round, hollow, and coil stocks can all be made from steel alloys. The specifics of these industrial products may be better grasped with an awareness of the many types of alloys. The ASTM A193 B8 Threaded Rod have been performing for quite some time.

The Austenitic Alloys

The first step in the production of austenite is the reaction that takes place when an iron solution is combined with an alloy. As it cools, it undergoes a phase transition, changing into other phases such as ferrite and cementite. It is probable that pearlite will also be produced in this process. This steel alloy is a popular option due to its resistance to corrosion as well as the improved strength it achieves during cold working. ASTM A193 B8 Class 2 Bolts are simple to track down.

There are two distinct categories of austenitic alloys. The first is the 200 series, which includes manganese, nickel, and chromium. The 300 series is the second kind, and it consists of only nickel and chromium. Quenching, annealing, and other forms of tempering have an effect on the mechanical properties of austenite. India is home to some of the world's finest ASTM A193 B8M Bolts.

Iron-Based Materials 

These 400-series alloys are a subset of stainless steel. Commonly referred to simply as "iron," ferrite is the same element that gives both cast iron and steel their magnetic properties. Duplex Steel Hex Bolts manufacturers in India are always willing to lend a hand. They do not harden in response to heat or other treatments. However, they can be significantly strengthened with cold working. The resistance to corrosion, ductility, and oxidation of ferritic alloys are their finest qualities. ASTM A193 B16 Bolts has been excellent.

Alloys with a martensitic structure

It is possible for a tough structure known as martensite to emerge whenever the crystalline structure of steel passes through a displacive transition. Quenching an austenitic alloy at extremely low temperatures results in the production of this type of steel. It is ductile and possesses magnetic qualities, but the only protection it would have against corrosion is at very low temperatures. India has a number of reliable sources for ASTM A453 Grade 660 Bolts.

Varieties of steel alloys

There are two additional categories of steel alloys beyond the three already discussed. A320 L7 Bolts manufacturers in India are plentiful in many states.

It's possible that aluminum or nickel is the component of this alloy that makes up this metal. They are open to having techniques of hardening and strengthening applied to them. Because they include both austenitic and ferritic metal alloys, other types of stainless steel are classified as duplex stainless steels. India is home to several providers who produces ASTM A320 L7 Stud Bolts.

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Things to know about Steel Wall Framing System

Unlike wood, which has to be cut and sized at the construction site, steel wall framing system is pre-fabricated. It can be manufactured to the exact lengths needed for a building, and can be shipped in large quantities.

Cold-formed steel is produced by roll formers, large machines that press cold steel into the desired shapes for construction purposes. Cold-formed steel is a strong, durable framing product that meets the highest sustainability requirements of all major green building standards and rating programs.

The lightweight nature of CFS framed walls can reduce building costs as well. It is often used in multi-story residential buildings and other high-rise structures where space is at a premium.

While CFS is strong enough to hold up to most lateral loads, it is not designed to support heavy cabinetry or wall hangings. These features require a different approach that involves extra planning, materials and expense.

Thermal conductivity of metal frames – not energy efficient

Although steel is strong, it is not an insulator and conducts heat 300 to 400 times faster than wood, which means that your home will be warmer in the winter than in the summer. This is due to a phenomenon called thermal bridging, in which heat moves quickly between studs and the wall insulation.

However, insulation can help mitigate this issue. By adding a layer of exterior EPS, XPS or Polyiso board, you can lower the amount of energy that passes through studs and insulation by about 55 percent.