Getting Off

James woke up suddenly. The first thing he noticed was the audience. He was on stage in front of what looked like a dinner theater. The room was full, and everyone was staring at him.

The second thing James noticed was that he was incredibly aroused. As soon as he the feeling registered, it was all he could think about. His cock was harder than ever before. It needed attention immediately. He didn't care what the crowd thought, he just grabbed his cock and started stroking. And stroking. And stroking.

It wasn't working. He didn't feel anything. He was so horny, though. He needed to get off. He turned to Amy, who he just new would be standing off to the side. He begged, "Please, Mistress. What do I need to do to get off?"

Amy turned to the audience. "I think James needs some help up here. Does anyone want to come up to lend a hand? I'm sure James will make it worth your while. Don't be shy. If you want him, just come up."

James was mortified by the idea, but he knew he needed to do whatever Amy wanted if he was going to cum. He just hoped that whoever came up was hot. Oh, god, please let her be hot. She could suck him, or maybe even ride him, and then he'd get to cum, instead of just stroking and stroking and stroking...

James' fantasizing was cut off as a man stood up from a table in the crowd and walked up onto the stage. Fuck, not a guy. James wasn't into guys, this wouldn't help.

"Give our brave volunteer a hand, everybody," Amy instructed, and received a round of applause in return. "Now, sir, how would you like James to enjoy you?"

"I saw him up here, heard your pitch, and knew immediately that he'd be my cocksucking whore tonight," the man said. He even unzipped his fly unprompted.

Amy smiled. "James, I'll make you a deal. As soon as you swallow our volunteer's cum, I'll remove all the active suggestions. This includes my fun little suggestion that you can't orgasm no matter what you do."

James, still masturbating furiously and feeling nothing, gulped, and then got out of his chair and down on his knees. He kept stroking himself with one hand, while he used the other to fish out this guy's dick. James couldn't stand the thought of sucking cock, but he needed to cum, and this was the only way.

The dick was already hard, probably at James' plight, but James gave it a few strokes with his hand anyway, to make it as hard as he could before sticking it into his mouth. Then, he started the blowjob in earnest. He'd never given one before, or at least he didn't remember giving any. It wasn't fun. He didn't like the taste. He didn't like the smell. He didn't even like the feel of the rod in his mouth. And yet it was so hot. He couldn't stop masturbating as he slobbered and gagged all over the cock in his mouth.

"Fuck this guy's a natural," the volunteer exclaimed. "I'm not going to last like this. Unnggg...." The man grabbed James by the back of his head, thrust deep into his throat, and came.

James felt the guy's cum in his throat, and braced for orgasm. But it didn't happen. Fuck. Amy had done something. He backed away from the man and looked around. He knew Amy had been messing with him, keeping him from knowing where he was. Where was he now?

Fuck. He was actually where he thought he was. There was the audience. The man he just blew. Amy off to the side smiling. And James hadn't cum. He looked down, trying to work out what was going on, and immediately saw the problem. He was wearing a chastity cage and a strap-on! He hadn't even been stroking himself. Fuck.

Amy led the audience in laughing at James' expression. "That's right, James. I told you that you'd be free from suggestions, not that you'd get to cum. Now be a good boy and sleep for me again. Maybe next time you wake you'll get the orgasm you want."

And with that James was out like a light.