A friend of mine told me that his ex is so sexually addicted that, once he tried recovery, he couldn’t even masturbate for fear that it would launch him back into his horndog mania!
Taking a hand to himself would be equivalent to a recovering alcoholic grabbing just a tiny sip of champagne–i.e., a recipe for disaster–so the guy studiously refrains from slapping the salami, instead using his paws for any other imaginable activity that’ll keep them busy. (How about recreating all of Julia Child’s recipes? But not the one with boning!)
Did you ever hear of someone so sexually driven that they couldn’t even jerk off?