i woke up drenched in sweat. my boner was at it again, throbbing and aching and keeping me awake. so i began to massage the affected region. thats when things went bad. it didnt like being massaged. my boner bared its fangs and gave a howl. my parents ran in as i was knelt on the bed, both hands on my cock as it flailed about recklessly, apparently trying to end my futile life on its quest to become the worlds most wanted. i tried to calm him down and whisper lionel richie lyrics to him but he wasnt having any of it. so i said, hey dick, im not fuckin around, this ends now! and i really went to town, just trying to end my misery by destroying my own dick by ripping it off.
needless to say, i didnt rip off my own dick, and our relationship has been mutually beneficial since than night.