Marcus went and lay down on his bed, desperately wanting sleep. The problem was that his fired up body and eager appendage wouldn’t let him. He felt feelings of extreme sexual frustration, but his rational side warned him against playing with himself for relief lest when it went down, it might stay down. He dare not touch it.
Giving himself relief might have given him the opportunity to sleep because of a change in body chemistry, but he resisted. He was finally granted a sleep after two hours which became increasingly turbulent as the night went on.
And nightmare laden!