Beguiled

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In the darkness, anxious breathing echoes in the small space. There is certainly a person in his space, helpless. The echo of breathing is broken by the sound of steel sliding along the edge of another metal as a solid, shiny sword slowly enters this container. At first, it proceeds slowly, then settles into place with a strong shove that makes this captive person sigh with relief that this sharp weapon has not impaled them. A muffled crowd sound is heard inside the container as the sword sets.

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This person adjusts themselves in the tight confines of this container. A sliver of light comes through a different slot on the other side. The eyes of a man turn towards that slot, hoping to catch a view out of his confinement. But he sees very little, as another sword is inserted slowly, sliding close to his chest. The captive draws in his breath to move his chest out of the way.

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A hand in a leather gauntlet holds the sword's handle that has just been inserted, giving it one hard push to set it in place. There is an audible gasp as the gloved hand releases the sword. The mysterious figure, all in black, lifts his head to his audience with a mischievous grin curling upon his lips.

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Stepping back from the red-painted container with simulated rusted metal accents on the corners, the magician waves his arm and turns to the rack that holds another five swords. This talented illusionist is the world-renowned magician, Magier.

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Taking the next sword, he removes it from the fine leather-tooled scabbard. Lifting the sword into the air, the theater lights reflect off the polished steel. Wasting no time, Magier quickly twists his body to the container, this time inserting the sword. His audience watches as many begin to wonder whether the human who volunteered to enter the container has been sliced by one of those swords. As the third sword has been inserted, Magier moves to the next.

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Out in the audience sits a man, enthralled with what he is watching on the stage. Since he was a youth, Ben has been a fan of magic, creating his own little acts for friends and family. However, his lack of confidence prevented him from utilizing his skills effectively. Another factor kept Ben an introvert; he is gay and afraid to share that with others. So, this man lived a simple life. Still, he enjoyed the times he could attend the magic shows in person, with Magier being his favorite.

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Ben is attracted to Magier because of his costume during his performance; it is made of black leather with a shine, finely fitted to the tall magician in his mid-forties. The magician has a shaved head and a dark goatee, which intimidates Ben. At times, Magier looks like the devil. A devil that puts a person through some hell by placing them in a locked box, shoving metal swords into that box.

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The last sword slides into the box, and the victim inside can barely move, sweating as the box is warm, with his breathing labored by the steel that keeps him in place.

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Magier takes hold of the box on the stage, spinning it around as the audience watches, wondering if the man inside has been impaled. The electric dance music accompanying the performance has a gothic sound as its tempo and frenzy increase.

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Suddenly, the magician stops in his tracks, his heavy black leather boots climb over his knees, flaps drooping down, stomping on the wood stage floor with a bang. This startles some audience members with its booming sound. Slowly, Magier looks down at the lower portion of the box, and he notices something dripping onto the stage from the bottom of the red box that he inserted the swords into.

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The audience members closest to the stage see the dripping, and a slight murmur rises from the seats in front of the stage. The dripping seems to be blood, and Magier quickly stands, trying to maintain his composure, not letting on that his illusion might have gone wrong.

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Ben notices the blood dripping from the box, moving to the edge of his seat. Magier raises his gloved hands to calm the audience as the music accompanying his illusion ends. Walking around the box once, the illusionist begins removing the swords, returning them to their original storage location. Magier does this quickly as someone moans from inside the box. After all the steel is removed, Magier spins the box again, then raises his arms, and the sides drop to reveal that there is no one inside. The audience is stunned and then starts to applaud the illusionist. Clapping his hands, Ben is in thought as to how Magier pulled off this trick.

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Going to the small table, Magier takes a piece of latex that appears to be a large balloon made of gold latex and starts inflating it by blowing into it. It grows larger and larger; it lightly bounces on the stage as it inflates to be as tall as the magician. The accompanying music builds as the balloon grows. Magier turns to his side so that the balloon is before him, stage left. Stopping his breath, the magician holds the balloon's end as it lightly bounces on the wood stage. Tying off the stem of the gold balloon, it sits steady, the faint breeze causing it to sway slightly.

 There is a drum roll, and suddenly dozens of smaller black balloons fall from the rafters, making the gold balloon disappear. The black balloons fall, and the gold balloon pops rather loudly. This startles a few audience members.

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As the falling balloons land and bounce across the stage, they reveal a figure standing covered in black latex. There is a shine on the latex as he reflects the lights above the stage. There is no face to this object as Ben is truly on the edge of his seat, his cock getting hard by the sight of the latex gimp on the stage.

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The audience is unsure what to make of the sight before them. As Magier lifts his hands to present the gimp from the balloon, the crowd applauds hesitantly as they wonder what happened to the man who went into the box. As they watch, the latex gimp lifts its gloved hands and begins removing the latex encasing its head. Pulling it up at the neck, it lifts it from the back to cover its face, finally pulling the entire hood off. With the snap of the latex, the hood comes off, revealing the man selected from the audience to go into the box. He stands, holding the latex hood down at his side, as he takes in the applause from the audience for the illusion that has just unfolded before their eyes. The man smiles a bit, looking down at the latex covering his body, then slightly waves back to the crowd.

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Magier goes to the man, shakes his hand and pats him on the back for being a good sport, as the crowd continues to appreciate the performance. As Magier shows the man offstage, he hands him his business card and whispers in his ear, "You look fucking hot in that latex." Magier squeezes the man's arm, then returns to the applause from the audience.

 

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The crowd is emptying the theater into the lobby. Ben exits, seeing the man who was on stage with Magier. He sees that the guy has removed the latex and is back in his street clothes. The guy shows his partner the card the magician handed him as the magician leaves the stage. After examining the card, the man puts it in his pocket as they proceed to the exit.

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Ben drops the program from the performance, losing sight of the couple as he picks up the program, holding it before his crotch to hide his hard-on that has been around since he saw Magier come on stage in his leathers and boots. Moving through the lobby, Ben spots the business card on the floor. It was like the card the man was showing his partner, and he must have dropped it. Ben quickly makes his way to the card as others exit from the lobby. As he picks it up, Ben looks at the card, which reads:

 

Come to my place tonight at 11 p.m., and you will experience some special magic at my hands.

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Flipping the card, Ben sees that it is from Magier and that his address is on it. Ben can't believe his luck. Pulling out his phone, he checks the time and sees he has an hour to get to Magier's.

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The farther Ben drives, the more stars in the night sky become plentiful as the metropolitan lights fade away. The road that was once lined with cookie-cutter neighborhoods is now lined with trees, as the blacktop with double yellow stripes winds its way up the side of the foothills surrounding the valley. Having plotted the drive on his phone, Ben no longer glances at it, for there is one direction to head on this road.

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Anticipation grows in Ben, including his cock with more blood flowing to it, growing harder in his black jeans. Since there was a little time after the performance, Ben stopped at his apartment, changed his clothing, and hoped to impress the man of illusion. After putting on the black jeans that fit him snuggly, Ben slipped into his polished black Doc Martins and a white t-shirt. Grabbing his well-worn leather duster-style coat, Ben hopped in his truck and headed out on his late-night adventure.

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As the brake lights turned the forest behind his Dodge Ram red, Ben pressed the brakes as he came to the large iron gate at the address listed on the card. Stopping his vehicle, Ben's heart was beating a bit faster as his breathing was heavier than it had been. This was the home of the great Magier. Looking out the windshield, Ben saw the large steel gates with two tall stone pillars on which the gates were mounted. An iron fence was on both sides of the pillar that disappeared into the dark woods surrounding the magician's property.

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Ben rolled down his window and reached to press a button on the gate box when the iron gates began to open. He hadn't pressed the button, and Ben was impressed that his presence was already known; Ben slowly maneuvered his vehicle through the gate and up the paved drive. The truck disappeared into the night as the gates slowly reversed direction.

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The driveway wandered through the trees; only the headlights lit the way for Ben. Then, around a corner, the great stone castle-like mansion appeared in Ben's sight. Slowing down a bit, Ben can't believe he will be setting foot in the home of his idol. The mansion was bathed in blue light, as the lower portion shimmered with reflections off the water of a small pond near the entrance.

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Unsure where to park, Ben pulls up in front of the massive entry portal, stops the truck, turns it off and leans forward on the steering wheel. Lowering his head for a moment, Ben can't believe his luck and what he is about to experience.

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Quickly coming back to his reality, Ben opens his door and steps out of the truck, with a hop and the sound of his boot hitting the pavement. After closing the truck door, Ben instinctively locks it remotely. Pausing, Ben laughs at himself for locking the truck at the home of the world-famous magician. Like, Magier wouldn't be able to get into the vehicle if he wanted to.

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Reaching the large teak doors, Ben sees they are sculpted with various animal designs intertwined with chains, mid-level weapons, and astrological symbols. After admiring the eight-foot-tall doors, Ben reaches for the wrought-iron knocker, designed to resemble a griffin, and knocks loudly against the wood. The doors open silently as Ben immediately lifts his head, seeing the massive, round foyer with stone stairs climbing up into the next two stories.

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Entering the foyer, Ben proceeds to a table in the center of the foyer as the doors close behind him. After looking up at the massive rustic chandelier, Ben turns, looking at the two sets of doors leading from the foyer; both are closed. As he turns to the third set of doors on his right, he finds that the double doors are open to a dark room, except for a spotlight that shines down on a simple wooden stool about three feet tall.

Deciding that the open doors are where he should go, Ben's boots echo through the foyer and into the room as he enters. As Ben enters, he can see a printed card lying on the stool. Reaching the stool, Ben sees a rope under it. Taking the note in his hand, he finds it is made of high-quality card stock with fine calligraphy and design.

 

Welcome, my new apprentice.

Your training starts now, and I need your full trust to let you into my world and secrets. You will remove all your clothing to show your trust in me as you fully expose yourself to me.

 

As Ben reads, he doesn't notice a chain dropping from above with a pair of heavy manacles attached to the end. The chain stops over the stool.

 

After you are naked, take the rope and bind your legs to the stool so you cannot stand up. Then secure your wrists above you.

 

This part surprises Ben as he looks up to find the chain and manacles suspended over the stool.

 

You will be ready for my appearance.

 

There is nothing else on the note. Ben looks around but sees no one in the room, just as he has seen no person since arriving. Ben decides that he has no choice but to remove his clothing and leather jacket.

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It doesn't take long before the man is naked in the strange castle-like residence. Ben sits on the stool, reaching for the rope under it. Deciding he has to do his best bondage, Ben starts with his right ankle, wrapping it a few times tautly against the leg of the stool. Since it is one piece of rope, Ben takes it up and around his waist, wrapping it around his right thigh and then to his left thigh. Ben wraps it down the left leg, including the stool leg, to his ankle. Then, Ben binds his left ankle as he did with his right. The rope is snug against the man's skin, but Ben ensures it isn't too tight to cut off his circulation. Ben has enough rope to secure his calves to the stool, then works hard to knot it behind his back.

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Struggling a bit, Ben is proud of the bondage he has put himself in. Looking up at the manacles above him, this is the moment of truth where Ben will put full trust in Magier. Turning his head, Ben checks the room one more time to make sure there is no one around. Deep inside, he is certain that Magier is watching all Ben does to himself. Ben hopes that Magier will see that he has followed all the instructions and prove that he trusts the magician completely.

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No longer hesitating, Ben reaches up, taking the left manacle into his right hand, struggling a bit before getting the thick steel around his wrist and quickly locking it. As Ben's right arm drops, he realizes he is being stretched by his left arm, the manacles set at a height that will become uncomfortable once Ben locks his other wrist.

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Knowing he wants to meet this great man, Ben can't resist following through. He has to know what this man is like; there is no real choice. Ben reaches up to work the manacle around his right wrist with great effort. Stretching as far as he can, he starts to understand why Magier had the man bind himself to the stool, as it makes Ben work harder to place himself in bondage.

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There is a click, and Ben tugs at his wrist; the realization comes to him as he is helplessly bound. The lights go out, and the doors to the room that Ben is bound in slam shut in a dramatic flair.

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Naked, bound in steel and rope, Ben can only hear his breathing, the cool air lightly drifting across his skin. As the man settles, he realizes his cock is hard. That will be difficult to hide from Magier.

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As the muscles on Ben's arms feel the force exerted upon them, Ben knows that it won't be long before he is in pain. The man is stretched slightly beyond his limit, keeping that pain and pleasure of bondage on edge.

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On edge, in darkness, not knowing what will happen next.

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The darkness was constant; only Ben's breathing could be heard as his arms remained stretched over his head, the steel manacles now starting to dig into his skin. The pain that Ben was able to deal with was increasing, causing his arms to quiver a bit as the stress continued to grow. Ben had done his best to keep his back straight, lifting his ass as much as possible from sitting on the stool. Ben realized he had been too aggressive in binding himself to the stool. Wanting to impress Magier is now causing Ben to regret his desire to please.

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Feeling that the room was getting warmer, Ben's thoughts of his pain faded as he heard a faint, low rumbling coming into his consciousness. Unsure if he was actually hearing anything, Ben turned his head to figure out just what he was hearing. But Ben found his arms hurting as he moved his head side to side, as even that simple action was causing stress on his muscles.

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Slowly, the sound and warmth increased just enough to be felt. As the sweat was starting to bead on Ben's naked body, his hard, bobbing cock was dripping slightly as he couldn't deny that the bondage, while painful, was turning him on.

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Ben could hear a bit more as the bass sound continued to grow louder, but now he was hearing faint voices, lots of voices. All of them were speaking simultaneously, making it difficult to understand what any of them was saying. Ben sat still, his arms stretched over him, his legs bound to the stool, trying to focus on one voice, which seemed impossible.

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As Ben was focusing, he didn't notice at first the large black-and-white spinning spiral lowering from above, from Ben's point of view. A light that shone directly on the spiral became strong so that Ben could only focus his sight on this wheel. Around and around, it was spinning, the voices were now filling the room, and the sweat was starting to run down his skin. But Ben was slowly losing focus on his pain, the bondage he was suffering in, his mind floating out of consciousness.

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That wheel, Ben thinks to himself, he is unable to take his glance from it. His eyes are getting heavy as that black and white spiral turns and turns. Forgetting the pain in his arms, Ben was now feeling the tightness of the rope that kept his naked legs bound to the small stool. As the spiral revolved, Ben started to take in what he swore was the scent of leather. Could it be the leather of his jacket, as the room has gotten warmer? No, Ben thinks, it feels like there is a presence in the room. The voices fill his brain, but none of them is clear in what they are communicating, at least at the conscious level.

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As his senses become confused, Ben begins to wonder if he is not alone. There is a warm feeling that Ben knows is his own as his body relaxes, though his arms are still stretched over him, quivering in the stressful position. There is warmth around Ben's hard cock, pre-cum pooling on the wood floor.

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Now that the feeling of someone else was stronger than ever, Ben turned to find a man in steampunk-style leather standing next to him. A flowing leather cape dropped from the shoulders. A hood covered the head of the man standing beside Ben. Ben looked upon this tall man, whose face was hidden in shadow, admiring the soft leather of the peasant-style shirt with copper latches that fastened it. Lifting an arm, the man steps forward; a sliver of light slides across the man's face, and Ben can tell it is Magier. This brings Ben a bit of comfort, though being bound and naked was not how Ben had imagined his first personal introduction to the great illusionist would occur.

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Magier steps in front of his captive, blocking the spiral from view. Ben can see the brown leather pants that the leather shirt tucks into, with a large gold belt buckle filling Ben's view.

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As Magier gets his first view of the man who has bound himself to the stool, the magician raises his arm as the leather of his cape rises. Stepping forward, Magier is speechless as he envelops the naked, bound Ben with the leather of his cape. Ben takes in the strong lambskin as it covers his sweaty body, feeling the leather's coolness as it sweeps over his physique.

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Totally relaxed, Ben can't believe the scent and feel of the leather. Magier, with leather wrapped around Ben, leans in, touching his lips to the man bound to the stool. Magier tastes the sweat on the lips of this man who has voluntarily walked into this trap.

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Exactly as I wanted, thinks Magier.  

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Magier lowers his gloved hand down to Ben's hard cock, lightly touching it to provide the man a pleasurable experience. Ben shudders a bit, as his manhood is extremely sensitive, being so excited. It is the sensation that only a man feels when he is horny as fuck. It is indescribable, but one's entire body tingles with ecstasy. Magier can feel the pure pleasure he is giving his captive with just the touch of his fingertips.

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Ben's mind wanders with his eyes closed, all the sensations he is experiencing concurrently. The touch of the gloved hand by the great magician, the pain of his arms locked in steel manacles, pulling his wrists away from his body. The tightness of the rope that keeps Ben tied to the stool, the bondage that Ben did himself.

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Opening his eyes, Ben is in darkness, as the leather cape has completely covered him. Moaning a bit, Magier likes the life that he is currently controlling as the magician's tongue pushes through Ben's lips, entering and making its way towards the edge of the man's throat. Moaning again, Ben wants to take hold of this man, but is unable to.

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Enjoying the reaction that he is receiving, Magier takes his other gloved hand and starts to gently squeeze Ben's left nipple, causing the captive man to pull his chest away. But that action only pulls on Ben's sore arms, making him scream into the lips of the magician in the leather cape. At the same time, Magier starts to stroke the hard penis that protrudes from the rope that wraps Ben's crotch. Sliding over some of the pre-cum allows the gloved hand to slide along the shaft of Ben's cock.

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As Ben is so horny, nearing the climax with his body being played like Magier's next magic trick, Ben struggles some, unable to sit still as he deals with the conflict in his mind with the pain and pleasure that are happening at the same time. The man in the leather is silent, while Ben can still hear only the many voices filling the room.

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Sensing the ultimate climax for Ben quickly approaching, Magier takes a step back, pulling the cape away with the leather flowing off the naked and bound body on the stool. As the leather floats to the side of the magician, Ben continues to sit straight up, his arms restrained, pulling his arms above him, the voices surrounding his mind, Ben's chin lifted high as his body sways slightly, his eyes closed, feeling that touch of Magier's gloved hands touching and soothing, even though they no longer are actually on the sweaty, naked skin.

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Magier smiles from under the hood, which keeps his face in the darkness; this routine works just as he had hoped. Knowing that he has the control he wants, the magician raises his hands, reaching out to where Ben sits, but never touching the man. Pulling his arms in and then slowly out, Ben matches the movement of Magier's hands, as Ben is now under the spell of this sorcerer, with the finale about to be achieved.

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Moving his arms in and out, Magier wants to pull something out of this man. Ben is right where the illusionist wants him. Magier reaches mentally deep inside Ben as he sways; the man's crotch is rolling in and out, Ben's cock bobbing as it is harder than a magic wand.

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Magier balls his right hand into a fist, the leather creaking, reaching to Ben with a strong force. As if he were struggling for total control, Magier swiftly brings his fisted hand away from the naked, bound man. As Magier pulls his fist away, his arm flies over his head, his fingers releasing the fist, spreading wide. At the same moment magical seed bursts from deep inside Ben, flying across the room, splattering at the toes of Magier's boots.

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Ben feels the ecstasy throughout his body; the man keeps his chin high as his manhood releases a few more spots of his seed. Ben's pain returns as his arms reach the maximum stretching point, and the joy begins to fade. Feeling the pain coming back, Ben lowers his head, opens his eyes, and sees Magier standing before him with the magician's arms crossed, his face hidden inside the hood covering his head. The black-and-white swirl has disappeared.

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Ben takes in what he sees before him, speechless at what he has just experienced, but having thoroughly enjoyed it. The bound man looks at Magier from boots to hood, about to thank the magician for the experience, as Magier pushes out his right hand and snaps his fingers.

Ben's head falls as he becomes unconscious. Magier turns and disappears into the darkness.

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