Every day for the last month my mornings have started with daily mass and confession. I have filled every spare minute with some activity. I tried everything I knew to avoid giving into what seemed to be my destiny. I finally resorted to self-mortification. I started with my leather belts, loops of rope, and even my room mate’s fraternity paddle. I was able to purchase a scourge from an obscure religious shop. The pain would help for a short time, but in the end the tools I purchased to avoid sin facilitated my descent into the world of sexual sadism.

I was raised a proper Catholic boy and I thought I would be able to remain pure of thought and body until I found my bride. That all changed when I le...

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