Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of The West – Simon A. Mackey 4
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This is my follow-up on the tales of the Mackey clan as created by Jonas Henley and extended by Charles Well, Sarge-AKA Aldric, Nick and Sam The Ham. Please have a look at the Introduction for reference.
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The next day
When he woke up, Simon felt his brother's arm around him, and still groggy, he instantly remembered the Choosing: today his new life will start, and an overwhelming feeling of anxiety and sadness overtook him while he fumbled with his new blue wristband.
Carefully not to wake Matthew, he moved Matthew's arm, stepped out of bed, and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. He flushed and turned to the bedroom door to go downstairs, but hesitated. He'd rather stayed in bed the whole day, afraid to meet boys ready to fuck him wherever he goes. It was bad enough yesterday at the Choosing, and the way back home from the choosing was horrible; sitting ashamed in the truck, next to his dad. The Big Man in Mackey land, with his loser bottom son. He was even more ashamed to meet his mum and to look her in the eyes. Gladly, she wasn't home yesterday, so he could avoid her then, but now she was cooking breakfast in the kitchen. By now, she'd know what his assignment was for the next 4 years.
He knew there was no escape and with reluctance he went to the kitchen.
"Hi mom," he mumbled, looking down in shame.
"Hi honey," his mom replied, "how are you this morning?" and she cleaned her hands with a towel and walked towards Simon.
Simon shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what to say.
"Come here, sweetie," she gestured, "I've heard about the Choosing. I understand you're not feeling very happy today, but just you know, Dad and I we still love and respect you. Maybe even more so now you have this huge assignment for the Mackey community." She stretched her arms to embrace Simon.
He dove into his mom's arms and he suddenly burst out in tears; the stress, the shame, the anxiety, all came out in one flood.
His mom just held him in her arms, caressing his unruly mop of hair, saying nothing, just letting him go until he calmed down.
Simon wiped the tears away, and looked with his reddened eyes to his mother.
"Sorry.." was all he could say.
"No worries, Si, it'll be OK. It's nothing to be afraid or ashamed of. I've seen more boys in your position, talked to other moms about it. Remember Philip, Matt's friend? I've had long talks with his mother, even recently, about what he had to tolerate. She said it took a while for him to accept it, but he is coping quite well with it now." She waited a moment and looked at Simon with pity, and continued,
"It was a big surprise that you were chosen, but trust me, I've lived my whole life in Mackey land. I dated Mackey boys and married the Big Mackey, so I'm no stranger to this tradition. I'll be here to help you whenever needed. Although, your father and I were not very pleased with the fact that your cousin Eric was allowed to deflower you. That was very unusual, and your father is not done with it yet, he is going to find out why."
Relieved, but also ashamed about his mother's explicit mentioning of the loss of his virginity, Simon sighed with a feeble smile, and he whispered, "Thanks Mom, you're the best."
He quietly sat down at the table, waiting for breakfast to be ready, and when his father and Mathew joined his feeling of shame returned.
"Howdy, Si," his Dad said his father in a slightly over-exalted tone while he ruffled his hair, "you ready for a new day?"
"No, not really." He muttered.
"Please dad," Matthew chimed in, "it's not funny. Give him a break, please?" and he looked supportively at his little brother.
"Yeah, OK, you're right," Richard said, "sorry, this is all new to me as well. But Si, know that I'll be there for you. I'm proud of you and know you can do it."
Simon nodded and took a nip of his coffee and mumbled a weak "Thanks."
For a while they ate their breakfast in silence, until Simon overcame his hesitation and asked, "Dad, yesterday at the choosing there were some boys...," and he looked at his father quizzically, "it looked like they were trying to get votes for me and Brad." He sighed and a shiver of both sadness and rising anger ran down his spine.
As if stung by a wasp, Richard straightened up and slammed his knife down on the table. "Yeah, I noticed. Gavin and Brian, right?" he asked with pent-up anger. Simon nodded.
"I overheard them say something like that yesterday at the tavern after the Choosing," Richard growled, "but know Simon, I'm not just going to let this go. It affects you, but also Brad, and basically the whole integrity of the Choosing. We abolished those Indian Spring tactics years ago, we are not accepting a divide and conquer and revenge mentality in our community."
He continued with a combative look on his face, "I know who's behind this, and those guys aren't done with the Board yet."
Simon had to swallow his father's words for he knew all too well that there was a good chance that his father's revenge would backfire on him, sooner or later. Silently he tried to take some more bites of his breakfast, but it didn't taste at all.
After breakfast, Simon went with Matthew back to their bedroom to discuss the new situation.
He had no clue of what he should do now. Should he just wait here for someone to show up? Or go out and meet a friend?
He tried to understand the rules he had to follow. They had explained them yesterday, but all had vanished in a blur.
Just when Matthew was trying to explain the rules he knew, the doorbell rang and when his dad opened the door, he heard Thomas Mackey, a member of the Choosing Committee, ask his dad if he could speak to Simon.
Richard pointed at the stairs to direct Thomas to the boy's bedroom upstairs.
"Hi Simon," Thomas said when he entered the boy's bedroom, "how are you? Can I have a word with you?"
Grabbing a chair, he looked curiously around the boys' room. The decor was exactly what you could expect from 13 and 14-year-old boys: posters with pop-stars, a few plastic model airplanes and some toy cars. Apart from some clothes thrown in a corner, the room was otherwise remarkably tidy. He smiled when he saw Simon's stuffed animal on his bed, half under the pillow.
He looked at Matthew and made a subtle eye movement as to suggest he should leave him and Simon, but Simon caught the signal and said, "I want Mathew to stay, please."
Thomas shrugged and explained that members of the Choosing Committee visit all the new Bottoms the first day, to check on them, making sure that they're OK.
"Well, mom and dad are supportive," answered Simon when Thomas asked how his parent took the news, "but then again, in his position in the Trust, my dad has no other option than to support."
"And what about you, how do you feel after a night's sleep?"
"What do you think," Simon grumbled mockingly, "I feel terrible. For the next year just any Mackey boy between 12 and 14, and from the second year on for the following three years every Mackey boy up to 21 can just ask me to drop my pants and fuck me, where and whenever they want." Simon mewled, feeling increasingly unhappy.
Thomas didn't react directly on Simon's statement, but instead added,
"That's right, but not only penetrate your butt, they could also ask for a blowjob, and they have the right to be witness when you're having sex with a Mackey," Thomas replied. "These are the rules. But there are some restrictions as well: only Mackeys who went through a Choosing have the privilege. Also, no activities are allowed when Non-Mackeys are around, when you're at school or on your way to and from school in the school bus. Neither in church."
"Ah, that's a relief," Simon replied sarcastically.
"I know how you feel," Thomas said, "but you'd better not fight the situation, it's best to accept it and make the best of it."
"Yeah, right. Easy to say when you can keep your pants on." Simon snapped.
Thomas frowned at him. "I know what I'm talking about, Simon, "he said in a soft but stern tone. Simon looked at him inquiringly.
"I was one of the 1970 Bottoms, you know. I know exactly what it means to be bent over at will, to drop your pants and get fucked. But I also know you'll survive. I won't lie, I also had fears, and I had some bad experiences as well. But I also learned that you could turn it into some fun now you have to tolerate horny kids up your butt anyway. Really."
"Sorry, sir," Simon said meekly.
"It's OK. I'm here to help you. That's why I'm the member of the Board with a Bottom's perspective. To make sure Bottoms are treated with respect and are not abused."
Simon nodded. He looked at Matthew and saw a bit of relief in his brother's eyes.
Thomas sat with the boys for over an hour, answering Simon's questions, explaining all the disturbing details, including the fact that not only Mackey boys could be witness, but also Mackey girls older than 12, if the boy who fucks agrees.
"What is important," Thomas explained further, "you always need to be prepared for visitors. An enema would be good, but always carry lube." He leaned over and reached into the bag he had brought with him and took out a jar of Vaseline and a little notebook and handed it to Simon.
"You've already learned why and how to use the Vaseline," he said with a playful grin, "but this notebook is new. You're supposed to write down all your activities: blowjobs, fucks, with whom and the date. It is to make sure you can prove that you meet your Community obligations. Oh, and I also suggest to have a cloth or small towel at hand whenever you're outside. For obvious reasons."
Simon took the Vaseline and the booklet and Thomas went on explaining what to do if boys are abusing him and to make the atmosphere a bit lighter, he also told some funny anecdotes about various situations, until he had to leave to visit some other new Bottoms.
After Thomas was gone, Simon dropped on his bed, exhausted. His head was bursting with all the new information, the prospect of his life for the next 4 years. He felt miserable and insecure, but he also knew that there was no way of out of this, and he could do nothing else than just man-up, and deal with it. All the Bottoms will, and he knew, he was not alone. He just had to wait for the things to come.
He sighed and laid stretched out on his bed, arms under his head, letting it all sink in. After a while he turned to Matthew.
"Matt?" Simon hesitantly asked,
"Yeah?"
"What about you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, now I'm a Bottom, and you've gone through a Choosing, you can, eh... well... you know..." Simon asked, still reluctant to say the word for the activity that will be his daily routine.
"Oh no, Si, no way. I'm not going to do that with you," Matthew hastily assured him.
He knew he had the right to fuck his little brother, but he had absolutely no interest. He felt more like guarding his brother, making sure he didn't suffer, maybe even scare boys away. If he ever would get the urge to find some relief in a boy's butt at all, he'd look for one of the other Bottoms.
"It's OK if you would, though," Simon continued, "you have the right an' all. To be honest, I'd rather have you than some boy I don't know."
Matthew sat down next to Simon on his bed and wrapped his arm around him.
"Thanks, Si, but I do not want to do that to you. I'll be here to help you and look after you. I promise to stay with you to make sure no one hurts you, OK?"
"Does that mean that you are going to stay here with me, even when boys are having sex with me in our room ?"
"We have a shared bedroom, and we don't have a spare room, so I'd be here anyway. Or should I go sit in the kitchen waiting for you to be done, every time a boy visits you?"
"No, it's OK. I'm still not used to the idea, but I will eventually, I think. I'm OK with it when you're there. That makes me feel safe."
He pondered a while and then suggested, "Now I think of it, maybe we can ask dad to build me a private cabin, like a part of the shed, or maybe even better, in the barn at the back of the field. That would be okay at least for the summer, when it's not too cold."
They sat silently on their beds thinking about the idea, when they heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and Tom and Dustin burst into the room.
"Whoa, easy you two," Matthew shouted, "it's not the zoo here."
"Sorry," Tom said to Matthew, then turning to Simon, "Hi Simon, you OK?"
Simon nodded halfheartedly.
"We planned to go to Bloody Island today. It's nice weather for a swim and nothing else to do. You come with us, have fun outside?" Tom asked.
Simon wasn't really in the mood for that. He remembered the conversation with Tom during the Choosing while he played with his dick and balls and teased him with the suggestion to vote for him. He had been very upset with that, and he wasn't sure whether their friendship has changed because of this new situation. The boys plopped down on Simon's bed and there was an awkward silence, until Simon asked,
"Did you guys vote for me yesterday?"
Tom and Dustin looked at each other and hastened to apologize and denied voting for him. "No, no, I was just teasing you, Simon, it's not with our votes that you've been chosen," Tom said, "but even now you're chosen, it won't change our friendship if it's up to me."
Simon looked at his friends and smiled a little reassured
"OK, fine. I really wouldn't have appreciated it being in this shit thanks to you guys. I wasn't really in the mood to do anything fun today, but maybe it's better that I'm gone for a while, to get my mind off things" replied Simon,
Dustin quickly raised and said, "Great, come, let's get our bikes."
"Sounds good, I'm with you in a sec, I'll get my swim shorts."
Simon dived into a pile of clothes to get his shorts, and remembered what Thomas had said about how always should be prepared when going outside, and he quickly picked up the jar of Vaseline that Thomas had left behind.
On his way he grabbed some snacks and a few Cokes and put it in his bag with his beach towel.
The boys went outside and took off on their bikes to the river, where they left their bikes. They crossed the water to a little bush that grew in a shallow part at the bend of the river, like a small island. It's been called Bloody Island as long as they knew, and although nobody could tell where the name came from, it had the suspense and excitement of a secret place with a dark history. They loved to play there in the water and hang out with their friends.
They threw their things on the pebble beach at the shore of the river and began to take off their clothes. Although they usually swam naked with friends, as long as there were no strangers or girls around, they hesitated now.
Simon noticed the hesitation, and said a little defiantly, "I don't know about you, but I've got my swimming trunks with me. I walked around naked long enough yesterday." And he quickly lowered his briefs and hurried to put on his swimming shorts, giving Tom and Dustin only a brief look at his buns. Understanding, Tom and Dustin followed, putting on their swimming trunks as well.
They frolicked for an hour in the cool water and let themselves dry in the warm summer breeze. They lay lazily on their backs for a while, enjoying the sun on their skin, carefree wasting time with their small talk, nibbling on the snacks Simon had grabbed.
Lying on his towel, arms under his head, Simon mused on the new situation. He realized that while this was all new to him, Tom and Dustin had been already through this a year ago, except being chosen as the bottom, of course.
That meant that for a year they could be fucking bottom boys whenever they were horny, while all that time he had no idea who those guys could be, and frankly, didn't even think about his friends as boys who would be fucking other boys. It wasn't until yesterday, after the Choosing, that he'd learned who those Bottom boys were, and to his own astonishment realized that he often hung out with a few of them, and even shared classes with one, without the slightest awareness of what they were going through.
He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Tom, you were in the Choosing last year, right? I was wondering, did you use your privileges ?"
"Well, uhm, yeah, I did," Tom replied hesitantly, cautious of where this would lead.
"What about you," Simon asked Dustin.
Where Tom discretely refrained from elaborating on his experiences, Simon's question was an invitation for Dustin to share some of his experiences without much hesitation. While Dustin shamelessly chattered about who he'd fucked and how he enjoyed it, Simon noticed that Tom and Dustin slowly got a boner that visibly pushed up the fabric of their swimming trunks. After a while Dustin stopped bragging and looked at his Simon questioningly, almost expectantly.
"So..." Dustin said after a short silence, glancing at Tom, hoping that he would fill in, or that Simon would take the hint.
Simon took the hint all right, but wisely kept his mouth shut.
"So," Dustin started again, "did you had any visitors yet?"
Simon sighed. "No. Only Thomas, the guy from the Committee, came to visit this morning to explain things."
"That means if I were to ask you now, I would be your first?"
"Apart from Tobias and Eric yesterday, yes."
He looked concerned at Tom and Dustin.
"But you're not gonna ask, are you?" he asked hopefully.
Dustin was about to reply that he definitely was in the mood to have a go at Simon's nice bubble butt, but Tom cut him off before he could answer.
"No, we're not gonna ask. For now that is. We're your friends."
Dustin looked surprised and disappointed at Tom. He thought that they agreed on taking Simon to Bloody Island to play in the water and have their first fucks with him.
"I thought..." He whispered softly to Tom, but Tom shook his head to silence him.
Dustin laid back with a little sigh, and the boys lingered for a while, sipping their Coke and finishing their snacks.
To break the awkward silence that followed, Tom said, "I was thinking, it's just the beginning of summer vacation now, and almost 7 weeks to go. There's not much to do here other than swim and hang out. Wouldn't it be cool if we went to the Arcade in Wardsville, or even Jefferson City?"
"Yeah, that's cool, we could spend a whole day down town," Dustin chimed in.
"But how do we get there? We don't have a driver's license yet, school bus doesn't ride in summer vacation, and I doubt someone is willing to take us there," Simon wondered aloud, "I wish we had an Arcade here." He let his own words sank in for a moment and then lit up and said enthusiastically, "You know, I was thinking, how come we don't have an Arcade nearby? What if we try to get one here?"
Tom and Dustin looked at Simon in surprise and a little disbelief. "Yes, that definitely would be nice," said Tom, "but do you really think anyone would be willing to invest in an Arcade for us hillbillies here in this backward area?"
"It won't be easy, I guess, but you saw for yourself yesterday, almost 300 guys on the Choosing, all looking for a diversion. And you know that we're more hillbillies by behavior, not so much the money. Most of us are not really poor thanks to the Trust system. That seems like a nice clientele for an Arcade here. And we have the whole summer to work on it, we have nothing else to do here," replied Simon.
Excited by the wild idea, the boys talked about it for a while, and then went for a dip to cool off a little, until they had had enough.
"Maybe we should go back home," Dustin suggested after the dried themselves, still a bit disappointed about the failure of his plan to fuck Simon.
The boys got up, grabbed their stuff and waded through the shallow water back to the shore. They walked the small path through the bush to get to their bikes.
Simon followed the two boys a few feet behind and overheard Dustin saying a bit grumpy,
"What was that all about, Tom? I thought we'd agreed to ask for a fuck?"
"Yeah, we did, but on second thought, it doesn't feel right to do it now. He is my best friend. And he's Bottom only since yesterday."
"So, should we wait until everyone else has had him first, then?" Dustin said sarcastically.
"Well, no, I definitely want to fuck him, but it's too soon for me. Come on, give him a break, it's only less than a day."
"I think that's a poor excuse, if you want my opinion. Nobody else will wait because `it's only just been a day'. They'll just have a go at him. Did you see his butt? Man, I'm horny now and the available fresh Bottom walks away."
"Come on Dustin, don't talk like that. Yes, he has a nice butt, better than the bottoms I used so far, but he is Simon, our friend. I'll definitely want to try his ass, but not immediately the next day, here in the open."
Dustin grumbled a little more but didn't argue any further, and they silently walked along to their bikes. Simon felt lonely, still chewing on the idea of his friends discussing a go at his butt as if they were considering getting a soda or not.
Just as they mounted the bikes, a truck came by and suddenly stopped. It was Tom's uncle John.
"Hi guys," John shouted through the open window, "heading home?"
"Yes sir"
"Care for a lift?"
"Wow, that would be great," Tom answered. "Can you take the three of us?"
"Not a problem boys, put your bikes in the back of the truck."
The boys climbed into the truck and John took off as if he was in the Derby and had some catching up to do.
As Tom's house was the first on the route, he got off first and with a big grin and thumbs up, he thanked his uncle and waved at Simon and Dustin.
The two boys sat silently for the rest of the short trip back home.
It was awkward for Simon to be sitting in the back seat next to the boy he had just heard talking to his best friend about wanting to fuck his butt. He stealthily peeked over to survey Dustin. He still couldn't imagine that from now on just any horny kid, including his friends, could have sex with him, whether he wanted to or not. He didn't like it, but he knew, it would happen soon anyway.
When the truck arrived at Simon's house, Simon got out and looked at Dustin to say goodbye. But when he saw Dustin's somewhat disappointed face with still hopeful brown eyes, he felt his resistance drop. It was inevitable, he knew it, and the boy is a good friend. Better to start with someone he liked than just any horny boy dropping by.
"Dustin, you care to join me?" Simon asked.
Dustin's face lit up, and with a broad smile, he said yes. He wasn't sure whether Simon wanted him just for a drink, or for something more exciting, but within a second, he was also out of the truck and took his bike.
"Thanks for the ride, John," Dustin said and followed Simon to his house.
Simon's mom was at home, doing some clean up in the kitchen.
"Hi Mom, Dustin is with me, OK?"
His mom smiled and nodded OK and she made a mental note, "I'll have to tell him later that he doesn't have to ask any more, it's quite awkward to ask your mother permission every time you take a boy to your bedroom for a fuck when you are a Community Bottom."
The boys took some soda, and after they finished it, Simon just nodded his head in the direction of the stairs to suggest Dustin to go upstairs.
Dustin followed him upstairs, and anticipating the things that he hoped that would come, he softly stroked Simon's bubble butt. Simon looked back, surprised at the unexpected assault on his privacy.
"Your ass feels nice and hot through your pants, Simon," he chuckled "I bet you could make me cum twice if I got up into it."
Simon was shocked at the boldness of the remark, but he grinned and rolled his eyes.
"I was actually thinking more about playing a board game together," he joked.
A little confused, Dustin raised his eyebrows. Simon chuckled, "You go to my room, I'll be back in a minute..."
When Dustin entered Simon's room, he was surprised to see Matthew sitting at his desk, working on a model plane. He said hi, and waited for Simon on his bed.
It didn't take Simon long to return with a fresh towel and a jar of Vaseline.
"I guess I know what you prefer to do now, and I suspect that's not playing a board game," Simon said a little defiantly, and took off his shirt.
Dustin followed a little uneasily and took his shirt off as well. When Simon opened his shorts and dropped them, Dustin looked over his shoulder at Matthew sitting at his desk, wondering if he was going to stay.
Simon noticed and said smiling, "it's OK, Matthew and I share this bedroom, so he will get used to my servicing boys."
Dustin surrendered to the idea that Matthew will stay as a witness, and opened his pants and dropped them, together with his boxers.
Simon dropped his briefs and stood naked before his friend, still a little awkward and not really knowing what to do next. He'd seen Dustin naked before, but this was the first time he saw him with a boner, and he checked his friend out in a way he'd never done before. He realized that this stiff cock sticking out of a small dark bush of hairs will be his ass in a minute. He wondered if that would change their friendship after all.
"You're my first visitor," he shyly began, "I think you're the most experienced of us two. You've been through the Choosing last year and you had your experiences with Bottoms."
Dustin nodded but didn't respond to the experience reference Simon made. Instead, he made Simon get on his hands and knees on his bed, and he positioned himself right behind Simon's white buns.
Simon was a bit nervous, and looked at Matthew for some support. Matthew just held his thumb up and nodded.
Dustin was a naturally sympathetic and compassionate boy, so he was a good first for Simon.
Dustin coated his dick with Vaseline and put a glob on Simons little pucker and pushed his finger in to lubricate him thoroughly. Simon took a deep breath at the intrusion of his most private part.
Next, he felt Dustin leaning a bit forward and a warm knob pushing against his anus.
"Just relax and I'll try and make you feel good, too," Dustin whispered in his ear.
Simon gritted his teeth and sucked in air when his friend entered him.
It took a while to get accustomed to the warm dick, penetrating through his sphincter, and Dustin took his time, slowly moving a bit in and out, meanwhile stroking Simon's soft, white buns.
He was in no hurry. He was the first to fuck the new Bottom, and he would enjoy it until the very last moment. He was careful, he definitely didn't want to hurt Simon.
When he felt Simon relax, he pushed his dick further in until his pubes touched the creamy globes, and he started to fuck Simon, slowly but steadily. After the initial discomfort, Simon felt the cock moving in and out is ass and after some 5 minutes, he actually started to groan in pleasure instead of pain.
From his desk, Matthew witnessed how Dustin fucked his little brother quite tenderly, and to his horror he felt a stirring in his loins.
After 5 minutes of pounding Simon, Dustin turned him over on his back, pulled a pillow down under the boy's mid-section, and re-entered the tight hole. He took his time with a slow and leisurely fuck. Both boys moaned through the entire prolonged affair, but in the end Dustin couldn't put it off any longer and with a deep moan he shot his cum deep into Simon's insides. Dustin almost passed out after his orgasm.
When Dustin's deflating dick plopped out of Simon's butt, all three boys were suddenly conscious of the awkward situation: Dustin had his seed pumped in his friend's ass while the older brother was watching the show.
Simon smiled meekly and picked up the towel to clean himself and Dustin, and both boys quickly put their pants back on.
"Thanks Simon," Dustin said when he left the house, "I really appreciate you letting me fuck you as your first. Hope you don't mind if I come back for more?"
Simon rolled his eyes but he knew, it was inevitable, so he just said "OK"
When Simon got back to his bedroom, he looked at his brother, not knowing what to say. "Pfew, we could use some fresh air," he grinned as he sniffed the smell of sex in the room. Then he raised his eyebrow at Matthew and pointed at his crotch.
Matthew looked down at the bulge in his pants and thought, "Really? Am I getting hard from seeing my little brother being fucked? Shit, I'm a fucked-up pervert." He quickly tried to cover up, but Simon laughed knowingly and left the room. "
"Matthew has a thing to do," he thought smiling to himself.
His butt was a little sore from Dustin's intrusion, but it was less painful than yesterday when he had to endure Tobias' and Eric's big rods.
If this is the level of discomfort he had to endure, he would cope, he thought optimistically.
Little did he know that later that afternoon a horny almost 14-year-old Mackey boy would show up to plug him on his bed, and that his short catch of fresh air in the back yard that evening would end in being bent over the bench near the shed by another horny Mackey boy living nearby.
That night in bed he worried about tomorrow. His first day as a Mackey Community Bottom was over. 3 fucks in one day. That was almost more sex in one day then his pre-Choosing masturbation sessions for a week.
Usually when he dreaded a new day, it was mainly because of a test at school, and then it was only for one day. Now he dreaded not only tomorrow, but the rest of his life.