TRIALS - Chapter 4

By: JOHN


After six weeks of self-induced solitude, I knew that I needed to
move forward with my interview process of prospective suitors. The
optimal time frame for number 10 had come and gone and, with it, so
had he. I did not inquire as to the method of his disposition; I had
only asked that it be as swift as possible. Nor did I seek to know
anything about him. That way I did not have to deal with him as a
memory. Unnecessary memories could so much get in the way. Year of
boredom in prison had taught me that. Whoever he had been didn't
matter to me anymore than I had mattered to those who had used my
body as an instrument for experimentation in prison. For me, I had
been lucky and now possessed the greatest body ever created, but the
luck of the draw just had not been with Number 10.

I knew I was ready to continue the moment Number 11 entered the
chamber. My brain and my loins told me that I could and would be very
happy with him, once enhanced, and should he succeed. In many ways I
was grateful that he was stunningly handsome in face and in figure.
His high cheekbones glowed with proud beauty and his green eyes
twinkled like pale emeralds as he smiled. His perfect teeth sparkled
white surrounded by the most kissable lips I had ever seen.

Of course I had seen his image in many, many magazine ads. It was my
understanding that the money he had gotten from his modeling
contracts was sufficient to meet his needs for years to come. It was
certainly unusual for a man with a body as large and muscular as his
to be so successful in modeling but his face was just so perfect
that, his sharp, hard musculature only added to his image of physical
perfection.

As I studied his posture and body language, it became evident that he
was as aware of his striking beauty and its affect on others, too.
His relaxed pose was a pose none-the-less … and a well practiced one
at that. His eyes spent as much time on the images of himself in the
mirrors behind me as they did trying to assimilate my overwhelming
musculature.

His long, silky neck lead down to a pair of steeply sloping, angular
shoulders. The crisp line of his traps dove straight and hard into
the massive swell of his globed deltoids. The overall width of his
shoulders was astonishing and tantalizing. It also forced his
marvelously sculpted arms far out to each side showing the promise of
what I could already tell were the signature muscles of his lats and
serratus. His hips were provocatively thin and trim permitting every
finger of his obliques muscles to clear focus. A deep shadow pointed
the way from his chiseled sides directly to his partially shaven
groin.

As I sized him up, he continued to do the same with me. His desires
for me were all too apparent and I had to work hard not to show my
desire for him. He shifted his weight slowly from side to side to
show off his self-admiring form. His eyes constantly darted from
measuring my awesome development to rechecking his own image in the
mirrors.

As his glanced drifted back toward me after one self-reassuring
overview of himself in the mirrors, I lightly flexed so that he might
understand that it was I who should be the center of attention here.
After all, my own superior musculature was more cut and ripped than
it had ever been before. Following the failure of number 9 to
succeed, I had thrown myself unflinchingly into my workouts. Not even
I could have expected just how much the splendor of my overwhelming
body could be improved.

I smiled within as the truth of my sharpened and enriched development
was written on his face as he tried to assimilate that the amount of
muscle I carried could exist on one single human being. For me, it
was good to understand that the continuing parade of great bodies had
improved the serums that supported my muscles and, in that way, let
me continue to grow. By now, I doubted that there was any weapon
short of a nuclear explosion capable of injuring or penetrating my
amazing muscle when it was flexed to diamond hardness.

I did not need to flex again as his focus, at least temporarily,
locked in on me. The scale and density of every muscle on my body was
all too apparent. His cock began to lengthen as his eyes tried to
swallow the vision of my unmatched body. I smirked internally knowing
the affect I was having on him. It was just the sort of reaction that
I needed to see and sense right now. I let him gaze at me for a few
moments so that he could dream of the prospect of possessing me.

In short order, he once again caught sight of his now-aroused body in
the mirrors. He smiled broadly at his own stimulated beauty. A
sparkle of anger twitched through my brain and my hungering body. I
made a mental note that, should he prove to be successful, I would
need to break him of his self-absorption so that he could more
appropriately direct his attentions to me, my muscle and my needs.

I let him drift back and forth between our images for a while. Then I
flexed again pulling all his focus toward me. In short order, I was
ready for him to move forward with my past and his future safely
under control in my mind. This was his test day and I signaled him to
move forward. He began flexing lightly so that his body would be
ready to be measured. As he twisted and spun from graceful pose to
graceful pose, I found that I was increasingly drawn to the lines and
mass of his lats and the definition of his clutching serratus
muscles. When he raised his arms, the wealth of outer back meat on
each side opened like two winged fans. Their volume almost seemed
capable of holding him aloft in flight should he so desire. I new, of
course, that the density of the unfurled muscles made him much too
heavy and solid for winged flight, but the angelic vision was
remarkable to observe none-the-less.

When he was done prepping and preening, I stepped forward with the
tape. As the true scale of my muscles became increasingly apparent
with my closeness to him, his cock responded quickly by launching
itself to pointing readiness. I was pleased to see both the reaction
I had on him and the size of his hard cock even before the pending
enhancement. My eyes searched for but found not a single flaw in his
silky-tan skin and face. His chestnut hair was thick and satisfyingly
long and neatly coiffed. It looked soft like the fine fur of a prized
animal. His lips were full and soft to see. They begged to be kissed,
but I knew better for the moment. I could find nothing less than
perfect about his physical being. It soon became apparent to me why
he could have become so self-absorbed. But, then again, he had never
seen the likes of someone so physically developed as me before.

Bending onto one knee, I forced his legs apart so that I could wrap
the tape around his well-defined thigh. The 34" of steely flesh felt
as silky as it looked. A light array of veining reinforced the corded
definition of each upper leg muscle. His 21"calf muscles were no less
appealing to the eye and the touch. He rose briefly onto his toes to
show off the columned fissures that defined the striated bundling of
his balled calf forms. His waist taped in at a pleasing 30" in
diameter. The fingers of obliques muscle were as sharp and hard to
the touch as they were warm and moist.

Leaving his arms close to his sides, he flexed his biceps and triceps
hard. His arms formed into perfectly sculpted vestiges of human
anatomy. A thick central vein was mounted on top of the great split
spheres of each bicep lying like a thick rope glued onto the intense
meat below. I forced the tape between his flexed arm and his pinching
lats finally bringing the tape back together at the 22" mark.

Then he unfurled his signature lats once more and pushed his lined
pecs to stunning definition as I moved the tape up around his torso.
My wanting hands drifted slowly over the hot bulk of his fanned lats
enjoying both their volume and their fluid richness. The awesome
width of his flexed lats made framed the rough lining of his
handsomely cut pecs. Each cable of pec meat was drawn tightly from
the arcing plate of his front chest to their stern connections with
his upper arms. I was finally able to pull the two sections of the
measuring tape back together at the 54" reading.

I knew his weight to be 255 pounds and his height matched mine at 5'-
10". His size, weight and proportions were all almost too perfect. As
I carried the tape down toward his equally beautiful cock, I briefly
wondered if this process would result in a reduction to his overall
perfection. His cock curved slightly upward as to moved out
horizontally from his groin. He possessed a particularly large cock
head that somehow appeared just right for the existing scale of his
fabulously hard organ. I rolled the tape over the top of his
sumptuous cock shaft tripping over the flared crown until the 8 ½"
line kissed the slit opening at the end. As I completed the
measurement, I felt him suddenly flex his hot cock beneath my touch.
Catching his eyes, they were filled with self-pride and self-
admiration.

The necessary series of injections followed to prepare his muscles
and his body for the desired growth and intensification. I was so
enamored with the beauty of his aroused cock and so angered by his
apparent arrogance that I pushed the first needle deeply into the
wonderful organ. He winced briefly as the sharp point of the needle
entered the veined meat of his enraged cock shaft. I smiled at his
brief discomfort and then moved on, filling the ever-present veins
supporting each major muscle group until all fourteen shots had been
given. His flawless form quivered with internal excitement as the
collected and processed fluids of his predecessors enriched each and
every fibrous muscle cell.

As soon as the precious liquid was completely absorbed, he began his
workout. As we both knew, his time was limited and he needed to make
the best of it. Seated leg presses were his first exercise of choice.
He piled 1,500 pounds of plated metal onto the rack and started his
first set immediately. Thirty sweat-inducing reps later, he swung his
hardened body up form the bench and added another 500 pounds. The
second set went as quickly and securely as the first. The third set
was done with 2,500 pounds.

As he rose to change the weights for the fourth set of leg presses,
my eyes were locked onto the stunning growth already apparent in his
upper leg mass and the fabulous beauty of his flexing ass. His eyes
were focused on the image of his own body in the mirrors. We could
both see that each bundle of massive meat forming the several sharply
divided leg muscles was deeply chiseled over his legs. Sweat polished
every muscle reflecting the light as if each segment of meat was cut
in countless facets from the finest of diamonds. The fourth and fifth
sets were done with one and a half tons of unforgiving weight and
pushed his legs and glutes into images of pure, unbridled desire. His
cock jumped several times with excitement as he saw the growing
development of his own body.

Staying with the same machine, he unloaded 1,500 and performed four
sets of twenty perfect reps each on his calf muscles. They, like
their upper legs counterparts, exploded with new size and glowed with
deeply carved fissures. As he rose to move on toward the working of
his next body part, my sight was glued onto the movement of his ass
and legs as their monstrous new proportions glided like liquid lava
across the room. His gaze stayed with the mirrors reflecting his
growing perfection.

The incline bench was his next target. He loaded the bar with 1,500
pounds and began to force both his shoulders and pecs into action.
The deep fanning lines of his man-tits sharpened into clear focus, as
did each sweeping cable of meat on his marvelously developed
deltoids. He pumped the weight with unyielding control and consistent
speed taking his working muscles through their full range of motion.
The succeeding sets were done with 2,000 pounds of muscle-expanding
resistance. Each set and each rep forced new meat to blossom over the
wealth of his heaving chest and cannoned shoulders. His large,
sumptuous nipples were forced further beneath the growing cantilever
of pec meat until only their pointing tips were still visible from
within the heavy shadow his pecs generated. He finished by flexing
his now-gargantuan pecs at himself while cupping spilling portions of
the quivering meat of his thick tits with his approving hands.

Locking the weighted bar back onto its stirrups, he picked up a pair
of 250 pound dumbbells and undertook a series of biceps curls that
seemed endless. I lost count after sixty reps and he still showed no
sign of faltering. I was fixated on the bulbous enlargement of the
great spheres of his biceps as he pummeled through the stunning set
of curls. The massive balls swelled into granite-like broken rounds
of living rock wrapped in a netting of enhancing veins from which
they fed. Sweat poured down his handsome face and dripped onto the
top of his writhing pecs. The heat of his workout made me as hot as
he obviously was. Soon my cock, like his, was as rock-hard as the
biceps he had worked to a new height of perfection.

He smiled at his own image and then at his awareness to my sexual
response to his workout as he slid over to a waiting flat bench
carrying one of the dumbbells with him. Placing one hand and one knee
on the bench, his triceps became his next challenge. As with his
biceps, rep after rep of triceps extension carved new, impressive
meat onto his flexing rear arm muscle. The working meat turned into a
coiling of meat as thick as his head and as perfectly sculpted as any
anatomy chart. By the time he was done, the central dimple of both
triple-headed flexing triceps monsters became deep enough to swallow
both of my clenched fists.

The splendor of his back had been saved to the last by him. He knew
his strengths as well as I did and, clearly, he had intended to
provoke my sexual stimulation to its maximum. Loading a lat pull-down
machine with over a ton of plates, he reached up to grasp the
horizontal bar above. With tremendous effort, he finally wedged
himself onto the seat with his huge leg mass trapped between the
bench and the padded restraint. His back was stretched almost to the
tearing point. His lats suddenly solidified into overwhelming fans of
muscle as he began to pull the bar toward his upper chest. Every
muscle in his back became stunningly pronounced as they all combined
to defeat the resistance of the staggering weight.

Each pull-down rep contributed to the expansion of his back depth,
width and fullness. He watched himself as his lats flared to greater
and greater proportions and the fingers of his serratus increased
their chiseled hold on each side. His spinal erectors flexed into
long, grabbing fingers between the small of his back and the reaching
connection of his lower lats and traps. Soon his struggling lats took
on the quality and scale of giant clamshells. They pumped large and
wide only to be pulled back thicker and thicker with contracted cords
of lined meat.

He kept looking at himself in the mirror and did not stop to rest.
Rep after sweaty rep ripped his lats apart only to force them back
together larger and grander than before. He was like an animal in
heat using his own image as his stimulant to continue the driving
exercise. I counted one hundred and twenty reps before his torso
finally let go of the preposterous weight and collapsed onto the
bench.

Exercising completed, he rose proudly and turned toward me so that we
could both explore the results of his efforts. As I had hoped, he was
even more stunning to look at than he had been before. If he had
seemed perfect prior to his muscular enhancement, then there simply
were no words to describe the overwhelming beauty of his face and
body now. As his hands caressed his newly expanded musculature, he
breathed deep and hard gasping for air to reinvigorate him. He drank
two full bottles of water and toweled sweat from his body lightly
and, even, lovingly. Then, facing directly toward me, he placed his
hands on his hips and stood proudly displayed in his naked splendor
inviting me to him.

Not wanting to share my passion for him, I pointed toward the scale
and, nodding, he went over to it. His body moved with unbelievable
grace and remarkable fluidity for the monstrous proportions of his
impeccable musculature. He stepped onto the platform and I adjusted
the weights until they showed his new weight to be a marvelous 360
pounds. He was still seventy-five pounds lighter than my 435 pounds
of inescapable muscle, but he was truly an image of fantastic
muscular desire. Muscle was what it was all about for me and, as I
eyed his pumped body, I knew I could accept what he now had to offer
should he succeed in his final tasks and that, ultimately, he would
come to know the superiority of my body.

Pulling the tape from my shoulder, I knelt down and wrapped it around
one of his flexed calf muscles smiling at its severely cut 26"
measurement. He forced his quads to become diamond hard and
monstrously chiseled as I pushed the tape around their new 39" girth.
I was used to the slight expanded development of their waists but was
shocked when I noted that his was still just 30" around. As I
measured it, I could se that his obliques and abs were considerably
sharper and felt reassuringly harder.

He raised his arms into a biceps pose for me this time. As much as I
wanted to go directly to the unfurling mass of his upper back and
chest, I carried the tape up to the gigantically peaked mountains of
muscle that now consumed his upper arms. The density of his flexed
biceps and triceps almost caused me to change my mind about which
muscle upon which to finally focus. His arms were brilliantly formed
and densely carved creations. I was unable to contain my gasped
reaction as the tape bespoke their new 31" size.

A 40% gain in any muscle size was almost unheard of and, yet, his
arms had accomplished this seemingly unattainable development. I
languished over his flexing arms for several tantalizing minutes. He
understood my lusting and, obviously, relished this staggering growth
himself. He began to fondle his flexing biceps and rub his clenched
triceps erotically. Together we enjoyed the power glory of his new
triceps and biceps as he crashed the granite meat-marvels through a
series of mind numbing flexes for both of our enjoyments.

Finally, we were able to tear ourselves away from the pleasure of his
arms and move on to his signature body parts. My cock was rock hard,
as was his as I began to wrap the tape around his expanded torso. He
inhaled deeply forcing every taped muscle out to its maximum scale.
Veins danced over the flawless surface of his supremely hard lats,
back muscles and pecs. As my hands traversed his chest, he bounced
his pecs moving their generous meatiness from hilled slabs to ribbed
fans of torturous muscle. As he did this, I could see that he was as
attentive to their movement in the mirror as I was to the sight of
their voluptuous mass in the flesh. Both of our cocks jumped with
renewed excitement as the 66" measurement taped into view.

All that was left to record now was his cock. I sadly removed the
tape from his still-flexing lats and moved on to his astonishing
maleness. The 8 ½" that used to exist was now nothing more than a
fading memory. Both the length and the thickness had increased
proportionately maintaining the amazing beauty of his former cock.
The gentle upward curve was now a pronounced and delectable arc. His
mushroomed cock head sat like a great crown atop its steely shaft.
Precum wetted the lips of the opening and I used it to polish the cap
to a shining glow. The tape stuck to the hot organ as I slid my
fingers along the top and over the crown's collar of sensitive
tissue. His body shivered as my touch stimulated him toward a sexual
response. The end of the tape finally came to rest at the tip some 12
wonderful inches from his groin.

As rapidly as possible, I encased his stunning cock head and much of
the shaft in the oversized rubber used to collect his man-cream. I
wrapped one hand tightly around the beating shaft and began to pump
its great length rhythmically. My own significantly larger cock ached
to participate but I knew that it was not yet possible. As I worked
his hard organ, he reached down and wrapped his own hand around mine.
Together we increased both the pressure and the speed of our joint
masturbation. I looked up to his breathlessly handsome face but found
his eyes focused on the vision of our activity in the mirrors
seemingly consumed by the vision of his own flexing muscles reacting
to our mutual stimulation.

He pushed my hand faster and harder as his own lusts drove his
libido. His cock grew increasingly hard in our grasp as it became
more and more directed to orgasm. Our hands flew up and down the
begging shaft tripping heavily over the softer collar of sensitive
cap tissues. His entire body quaked as the first volleys of cum were
launched into the waiting plastic vessel. He groaned loudly with self-
fulfilling passion as he experienced the rushing sensations of his
orgasm. His perfect body constricted through several gyrations of
muscled response as each push of cum shot through the steel tube of
his spewing cock shaft. Pushing my hand away, he forced the last
drops of his cream out into the collection sac before removing it
himself and handing it to me for deposit in the waiting container.

I could see that he was pleased and satisfied with himself. I let him
enjoy the moment before we moved to the next part of the challenge.
It was time for him to learn respect for both his new muscle and the
immense power of mine. Knowing how focused he would have to be to
succeed; I selected a heavy iron trident as my weapon of choice. I
directed him to raise both hands high above his head and forced him
into a painfully chiseled overhead most-muscular crunch with his back
pinned against the same mirrors he used to view himself.

His lats grew wide and hard arcing out his upper torso of over three
times the width of his waist. I placed the three pointed prongs of
the trident against the thickest part of his flexed right lat and,
without forewarning, jabbed the iron weapon against their meaty
volume. He tensed tighter instantly just in time to prevent their
deadly penetration – at least for the moment. I could see the pain in
his face and, actually, enjoyed the thought of him having to deal
with the potential of his own mortality and the possibility of the
destruction of part of his physical perfection.

I pushed relentlessly. He continued to crunch down with all his might
turning his lats from human flesh to living granite. The networking
veining became increasingly pronounced as I powered harder and harder
against his impenetrable muscle. My push became a focused drive. His
mind and body reacted admirably. I pushed harder noting the slightest
dimpling of his muscle tissue where the three sharp points dug
against his flawless skin. My mind was filled with the desire to
overwhelm him if for no other reason than to diminish his perfect
beauty. I shoved with all the power I could muster. A loud crack
moved us instantly face to face as the shaft of the trident finally
splintered between us. He had succeeded – probably better than any
before him.

I liked chains. They could be so constricting and so erotic. I
encouraged him to exhale and relax his upper body as much as possible
as I wrapped a score of feet of heavy steel chain around his pecs and
lats. I used the largest and strongest lock in my possession to cinch
the triple looping of chaining around his torso. Then I told him of
his need to break free using only the power of his back and chest
muscles. His handsome features smirked at me with unaffected
confidence as he began to inhale and flex simultaneously.

The grating and groans of the tortured chaining were instantaneous,
as his torso became a fully blossomed compilation of mammoth muscle-
rock. Every fissured section of his pecs was sharply displayed as his
pecs thickened to hand-deep meatiness. His lats spread hard, wide and
thick as cord upon cord of hugely formed muscle swelled outward. The
loops of chains were forced sharply against his expanding meat and
lifted to the solidifying surface. The creaking grew to audible
sounds of metal under extraordinary strain. He lifted his arms
slightly as if to pump more muscle capacity into his chest and back.

Then he crunched down again against the struggling links. His lats
were so pumped and embellished that his arms could not be brought
completely down against his sides. Fiber upon fiber of brilliantly
display muscle became striated and cross striated through the
entirety of his back and pecs. He pushed down with greater focus and
conviction until his muscles were staggeringly etched onto his body.
As if surrendering to the brutal beauty of his flexed massiveness,
the chain finally shattered simultaneously at several doomed links
and crashed in pieces to the floor.

He continued to flex his most-muscular pose, first to me and then to
himself in the mirror to pronounce his second victory. Power and
endurance were satisfied. Now he only had my strength with which to
deal. He kept posing for himself as I set up the premise for his last
challenge before he could share in the superior glory of my body as a
full partner. He was so completely proud of his body and his muscular
achievement that he did not stop presenting the wonder of his
staggering musculature to the mirror until I directed him to take his
position for the final undertaking.

As he stepped into place I noted that his cock was hard and full of
desire once again. My larger instrument was still hard with want. As
we each locked a loop of new chain around our waists, I flexed for
him. The mere action of my body shifting from its normal spectacular
muscularity to the unfathomable vastness of its rock-hard
configuration was enough to cause him to quiver to refocused
attention. He wanted me! He wanted me bad! He wanted me, now, more
than he wanted himself. All he had to do to have me was to prove his
worth against me.

I made him stand about 10 feet from me with his back to the mirrors
so that all of his attention was on my body and our task. A length of
chain arced between us like a steel umbilical cord. The muscles
smothering both of our bodies were as hard and charged as each of our
desiring cocks. All he had to do was to pull me past the line I had
drawn on the floor that divided us. All I had to do was to bring his
struggling and flexing body to me for him to loose. His loss, of
course, would certainly include his demise under the pressure of my
crushing arms and torso.

We smiled our readiness to each other. The chain went taught
immediately as we both positioned for the advantage. Neither of us
got it. We pulled against each other in concert. My superior size and
starker definition should have been enough to disorient him in his
struggle but he, remarkably, held his own against my best efforts.
His back, triceps and shoulders swelled with intense muscularity
until every fiber of their meaty presence was pronounced beneath the
thin veiling of his overstretched skin. I could see the veins roping
his muscles beating with the rhythm of every muscle-feeding heartbeat.

His face was serious and magnificently handsome. His eyes were as
clear and sharp as his muscles. His cock jumped with increased
excitement with every pull. I pulled back with enough force to bring
down the columns of the strongest building but he still held his
place. His lats were bigger now than when they had been measured.
Certainly some remnant of the serum cocktail was still doing its work
as he struggled. My own back, arms and chest were more spectacularly
carved than I had ever remembered. I could see the drool of desire
flowing from his luscious lips and the clear glow of his wanting
precum dripping from his hot cock.

We worked against each other for several unfruitful minutes. I was
both surprised and impressed with his ability to focus on this most
deadly challenge. Now I wanted him to succeed. I was sure that I
could break him of his arrogance and knew that I would enjoy the feel
of his handsome face adoring the unending power of my muscle and the
taste of my majestic cock. We each pulled with increased focus. Pull
after pull took us nowhere.

Neither of us was prepared when the chain suddenly broke in half
sending each of us careening backward. He sailed into the wall behind
him taking out a large section of its masonry bulk as his superior
muscle overpowered the weaker masonry. I flew back into several
pieces of weight-training equipment destroying it as I passed. I
ended up on the floor with several hundred pounds of weights atop my
impenetrable body. My cock waved high and proud. As I laughed at his
final success, I could feel my cock to be on the verge of eruption.

I lay on the floor for several minutes as my mind and heart filled
with excitement over his success. He would be mine now and I would be
his! My body twitched with desire and my steel-hard 16" cock and
asshole pounded with the anticipation of the pending sexual
consummation of our new relationship. I unraveled myself from the
twisted metal and piles of plates. Every muscle on my pumped body was
rigid and huge for him to enjoy. I would have him now and, much to
his credit, he had earned the right to claim me as his partner.

Getting up from the floor I could see the beauty of his lower legs
quivering periodically as if waving me toward him. I knew he must
have been going through much the same thought process with the
knowledge that he, of all the suitors, had been successful. I stepped
into the darkness of the hole his careening body had smashed into the
wall to give him a hand. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to
the dim light. His phenomenal body quaked sporadically with
contorting muscularity that only enhanced his stunning beauty. I
knelt down next to him and removed the several masonry blocks that
rested upon the thick pectoral hills of his highly arched chest and
the stiff plates of his deeply etched abs.

His body constricted with muscular beauty once more as I lifted the
last block from beneath his chiseled chin. It was only then that I
saw the horror of the truth! He twitched one last time. A long
spearing shard of sharp mirror projected from the socket where one of
his brilliant eyes had once been. The glass of his self-admiration
had penetrated deeply into his brain.

I never knew if he had lived long enough to understand his
accomplishment. I choose not to remember these last images of him but
rather to recall him for his unblemished beauty. I had the mirrors
repaired that day so that I could be sure that I could continue to
enjoy the images of my own staggering reflection. I posed for myself
that night. It wasn't long before the new mirrors were christened
with the flowing cream of my own cum.