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The Magician

Part 1: The Show

"What's in there?" He inquired. I'd picked the young fox out of the crowd at tonight's show. He had this twinkle in his eyes. I'd seen it so many times before. He wanted to believe in the magic I performed on stage. It was becoming rarer these days. People are convinced it isn't real and spend the show simply looking for the invisible strings or hidden compartments.

"A magician never reveals his secrets." Truth was, he probably wouldn't even believe me if I told him what was hidden behind that door. I led him away from there and took him to a small room in the back of my house. I've had all kinds of guys and girls find themselves sitting on my couch, some of them of their own accord but most had either been tricked or coerced.

"How did you do it?" He asked, catching me off guard. This fox had fallen into the majority, but I was expecting his first question to be 'Where is it?'

My show was not your typical magic show, it was R-rated. I'd don't everything from making girls clothes disappear to turning my tiger assistant into a tiger striped sex toy. If only they knew just how real magic was. I took a moment to give my stage hand Callum a stroke. He was small enough in this form to fit in my pocket. Maybe he would get to see some action tonight before I change him back.

It had to be during the grand finale, the moment I would force the fox into this predicament. I pulled out a top hat and waved it around so the audience could see there was nothing inside. I concentrated and reached deep down, closing my hand around the member, pulling it free from its owner. I held the prize up for the audience, getting my first glance at the object. It was a bit smaller than I was expecting but it would work. I stole a quick glance at the fox, there was a look in his eye that showed an understanding that he was looking at something similar to his own, but the idea that it actually was his hadn't yet crossed his mind.

I gave the shaft a squeeze, if he hadn't known before, he would certainly know now. I watched him shift in his seat uncomfortable as the realization dawned on him. There was almost an immediate reaction in my 'toy' as it grew to almost double its size, a modest six inches at most. I had him by the balls, literally, and he knew it.

"Would anyone like to claim these as their own?" I waited but he didn't speak up. He was probably too embarrassed about other people finding out that they were getting an unrestricted view of him without his consent. I poked and prodded a bit more before, coaxing it out of the sheath. I turned the lights back on the audience.

"Looks like this belongs to a fox, let's have all the foxes in the room please stand up." They all did, with mine reluctantly following suit at the urging of a friend of his.

"Looks like it could belong to about twenty of you, let's narrow it down a little further. It looks like this belongs to a red fox. Any fox that does not have red fur can take a seat." I narrowed the field down to about ten in this manner.

"From the looks of the balls, I'd guess this belongs to a younger male, will all of the older gentlemen please take a seat." Down to five. I called those that were still standing up onto the stage. I asked them to play along and not give anything away, four of them knew it wasn't theirs but I didn't want the audience to know just yet.

"Can you please tell us your names?"

"Paul"

"Mark"

"Guy"

"You wouldn't be much of a Guy without this now would you?" I couldn't help but quip. He laughed slightly but played along.

"Peter"

"Also a very fitting name." This couldn't have been going better.

"Mitchell" This was my fox and now I knew his name.

"Why don't we start with Paul" I allowed the other four to take a seat while I rigged Paul up to a large wringer. When I turned the handle he began to get pulled through the machine. A large sheet of paper came out the other side with his image on it, sans clothing. I held it up for the audience and everyone could clearly see that he wasn't the owner. I placed the sheet of paper into a frame, I'd change him back at some point, but I couldn't care about it at the moment.

I took the next two and placed them into two human sized boxes. This was normally one of my favorite tricks, I'd insert the metal sheets into the box at various points and cut the body into separate sections. This time I did it with a slight twist. I pulled each of the boxes apart, splitting both of them in various locations. Head, torso, arms, legs, and of course the private bits. I opened the boxes containing their heads so that they could see what I was doing. For the audience I opened both boxes containing the private bits and showed them off, proving that these two also weren't the owners.

To my surprise there was a great deal of difference between the two men. One of them was incredibly large while the other was incredibly tiny. The entire audience cracked up in laughter and one of the two men blushed. I hadn't planned it, but this was a perfect opportunity to try out a new part of the trick. I turned the two podiums so that they were facing each other as I started to put the two guys back together. They watched as I put every box back in place except the important ones. Instead, I switched the two boxes and put them back incorrectly, the one guy was noticeably worried as he watched his large member getting snapped into place on the wrong person. I left him in pieces as I put his counterpart back together. Opening the full box, the audience could see that there was a distinct disconnect in fur color at the midsection, but other than that it looked like he was whole again. He began to stroke his new member and it grew at his touch.

"I can't feel it." He said as he continued to pump it harder.

"No! Give that back!" The other guy whimpered from inside the box, feeling every stroke. He knew that as soon as he was put back together he would no longer have his most prized possession. Against my better judgment I put him back together and let him out of the box. He immediately grabbed at the tiny protrusion, which was already rock hard.

"Oh that feels good." The original owner of the small one closed his eyes in pleasure. The new owner was frantically trying to pull it off in the hopes that he could switch back, but all he managed to do was get the other guy off. All the while the audience was laughing hysterically.

"As you can see, you each have control over the other guy. If I had to give you a word of advice, be nice to each other as either one of you could hold out on the other getting any." I returned them to their seats without their clothes. The guy who originally owned the smaller one was showing his new one off to all his friends, who were touching and playing with it, keeping it in a constant state of arousal.

I took the last two to the center of the stage. Mitchell and Guy, both of them were approximately the same build. It was easy for the audience to think that the one I now had dangling by a string I tied just under the tip could be either of theirs. The member was raised up out of reach but still in plain sight of the entire audience. There was no doubt that Mitchell was getting more embarrassed as the reveal drew closer. I raised a small curtain so that the audience couldn't see either of them for a split second and then let it fall to the floor. Both of them stood there on stage stark naked, both of them missing their manhood. Guy looked shocked at this revelation, proving to the audience who had been missing theirs all along. Mitchell stared at his tied up member hoping this would all be over soon.

Guy on the other hand was freaking out, and rightfully so as up until this point he had only been a pawn. He rubbed the smooth skin and looked up at me with fear in his eyes. I couldn't let a perfectly cute fox just leave the stage and return home. Another one of my stage assistants brought out a small box.

"Only one of my fine volunteers tonight will be leaving with their junk." I pulled the box open and held up the boxers guy was originally wearing, revealing that his cock had been magically attached to the front of them. I was correct, it looked very similar to the one that was hanging by the string. I handed the underwear to Mitchell to inspect. He gave some small tugs on the dick and the fabric moved as well, proving that the two were attached. The pulling had the reaction I expected, Guy knew that it was his and it was hardening.

"It looks as though that one might have been yours." I bantered with Mitchell as I took the underwear back. He slowly nodded and looked down at the floor, blushing and turning even his white fur red.

"You'll be getting this back." I handed the boxers back to Guy, who held them cautiously in his hand like it was something fragile that could break at any moment. He wasn't quite sure what to do with them.

"Are you going to put me back together?"

"No, I think you can have more fun this way. You can use it whenever you want by simply wearing the boxers or you can lend them out to friends of yours to wear and play with. Just be careful not to lose them, that can be easy to do when it's no longer attached to your body." I gave him a wink and a couple of the audience members laughed while a few of them just seemed eager to get their hands on the shorts, or maybe it was just my imagination. I returned him to his seat. On his way back a guy in one of the rows took advantage of his shock and pulled the shorts out of his hands. He threw it to one of his buddies and it quickly turned into a game of keep away. It wasn't long before the audience quieted, the shorts hadn't been returned to the rightful owner, instead they had been lost along the way. Some lucky person had managed to sneak them into a bag or under a chair.

"I told you to be careful." Guy ran from the room, I was certain his dick would still see use and probably an abundant amount of it, over time he wouldn't be too upset that it was in someone else's hands. That left Mitchell.

"Do I get mine back now?" He whimpered.

"See me after the show." This was the trick. I would hold him captive and he would be forced to come to me to get it back. I retrieved his cock from the string, it was a nice one and I planned on holding on to it for a little while longer. There were still a lot of things I could do with Mitchell. I closed my hands around it and opened them to reveal a white dove. The dove flew away into the rafters, while his manhood was now safely tucked away in a box back in my room. Mitchell returned to his seat and I took my final bows.

"How did I do it?" I could have just opened the box, given him his detached penis back and wiped his memories. I could have held onto it for a while longer and sent him on his way. I could have even used it as collateral to have some more fun with him tonight. I could have, but he was the first to ask how instead of where. He was more interested in finding out the secrets than finding out where his dick was. His priorities were completely different than anyone else that had been thrown into this situation.

"Let me introduce you to real magic." I pulled out the box and opened it to reveal what he was missing. I gave Callum another couple of strokes, tonight was certainly going to be fun. Callum may be a great stage hand, and he keeps the secret of it being real well enough, but he only does it because he loves being used. Mitchell wasn't like Callum, Mitchell would know about magic and will probably be used more than once, but he would learn how to use and control magic as well. It looked as though I had myself an apprentice.