he had to knock it on the head when his weekly routine would be to go out Friday and Saturday and to check into a hotel room and finish off his supplies whilst watching porn.
He stopped when two consecutive Monday mornings he woke up in the hotel chair, discarded wraps around him, empty bottles nearby and his pants and trousers round his ankles. It was however realising that he had beaten his meat until it bled whilst in his exaggerated state that was the motivation to stop.
Ha! Excellent!
Did savlon on your cock help it heal, mate?