Showing Off His Special Skill

"Before I take any more requests," Amy continued, "I have something I'd like to see for myself." She turned to face James and addressed him directly. "James, because the audience asked and you made your choice, you can no longer orgasm at all, unless I tell you to. Your ability to orgasm is completely gone. Do you understand?"

James gulped, still exposed, but had to answer. "Yes ma'am."

"Very good." Amy replied. "That's just prologue. Now to the main event. The moment I snap my fingers, you'll find yourself alone at home. You're naked and incredibly horny. You're watching your favorite porn, and you've decided that it's time to edge yourself. You're going to edge for as long as you can, and then keep going longer still. You're going to narrate all of your thoughts out loud, without realizing that you're doing it. You're going to be a horny, masturbating boy-toy for your audience and you won't even know it. I'm going to time you, James. If you can keep us entertained for half an hour, edging and escalating in your need to cum, then I might give you a break. Of course, as soon as I snap my fingers, you'll forget that this challenge even exists. Do you understand, James?"

James visibly paled. He really didn't like the idea of being tortured and edged on stage in front of people, especially not by his own hand. Still, he was compelled to answer. "I understand. Please don't make me do this. It's too embarrassing."

The audience chuckled at James' plea. He felt even more humiliated, knowing he was amusing them, but what else could he do to stop the scenario? He couldn't move, he couldn't disobey, and he hated every minute of it.

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