Voluntary Surrender Part 1

Author: goodboy921
Title: Voluntary Surrender
Date: 28 October 2004



The first time I ever had my dick hard was watching an escape artist perform.  As the hired security guards locked chains on the willing escape artist, my heart started beating as fast as my dick filled my pants.  As the locks snapped shut and the keys removed, I stood in amazement that the young escape artist would place himself in such a situation.  I was also amazed at how the guards appeared to enjoy locking the handcuffs and shackles on his wrists, ankles and neck.  As the chain was wrapped around his body, I imagined that it was myself taking his place.  After the chains and irons were fully latched, the young escape artist stepped into a bag.  It was pulled up and locked again with more chain.  A trunk was moved out on stage and the bag placed inside the trunk.  The trunk was locked and it was all I could do not to cum just watching what had been happening.  A curtain was placed before the trunk and within a minute, the young escape artist appeared in front of the curtain.  The show may have been over but I was left wanting to know how it felt to be locked in irons, placed in a bag and then locked in a trunk ... with only one difference, I wouldn't have wanted to escape.

As the years went by, I always remembered that young escape artist.  I remembered the muscular guards in their uniforms, the look of the young escape artist as he stood there locked in irons and placed in the bag.  Over time, I started going to magic stores and reading articles about escape artists.  I even worked up the courage to visit with several magicians.  At first, several refused to talk with me less they revealed their escape technique.  Yet over time and with a lot of reading and research, I learned how to pick a lock and use a "trick" escape jacket.  I have to admit that when I learned the secret of fake cuffs and locks my interest in many escape artists began to wane.  Over time, I became disappointed with many of the routines that were performed.  Regardless, I always found myself attending any escape artist's show or act that came to town and even traveled out to see those that found notoriety for the latest twist on an old escape.

Soon, I began to hear about a magician that used bondage as part of his act but not for himself.  Instead, he would end his act by bringing a member of the audience up on stage.  He would then have two muscular guards meet the "volunteer" on stage.  Legal forms would be presented and the "volunteer" would sign the document.  The volunteer would then place a collar around his neck.  A collar that supposedly had no key and became permanent when locked on by the volunteer.  The guards would then escort the volunteer back stage to then be presented in some type of bondage before the audience.  Instead of the volunteer escaping, he would be place in a cabinet that was closed.  For his final appearance on stage, the magician would drape the cabinet, say a few magic words, pull the drape off of the cabinet which would have disappeared as the drape was removed.  The audience would applaud and the stage curtain would close ending the act and the performance of the magician.  While nothing was certain, rumors began to circulate that the volunteer that went on stage really did disappear.  For the most part, I could only laugh thinking that it must be good publicity for the show.

As I heard about this magicians performance, I decided that I had to go and see it for myself.  For my first show, I bought a ticket for the front row.  The magician was known only as "The Master."  As the lights dimmed and the orchestra played, mist came from under the curtains.  As the curtains went up, a stage that was all black appeared with the Master coming down a stair case in black leather.  His shaved head, goatee and 6'4" muscular height was impressive as was his muscular and defined body.  Much to my surprise, he wore a latex tee shirt with leather pants.  He had tattoos on his left arm and you could tell through the latex tee his nipples were pierced.  His assistants were also tall, muscular and well defined.  Dressed in leather pants and Wesco boots.  Even before the show began, my dick was hard.

As the show moved forward, the first half was pretty typical but still impressive.  Some volunteers were called on stage but no one was asked to sign any contracts and no one disappeared except for a white tiger and a few pigeons.  As the second half started, I was literally at the edge of my seat wondering what the second half would bring.  Sure enough, "The Master" began to announce that a member of the audience had volunteered to surrender himself to the Master that evening and that in allowing himself to "disappear" into his care, the Master's power would grow stronger.  A young man came to the stairs in front of the stage and then walked forward.  The Master read a contract to the audience where the "volunteer" released the Master of any liability.  While there was some laughter from the audience, I wondered how much of this was staged or actually real.  The volunteer then signed his name and became number 839.  He then of his own free will placed a formidable collar around his neck that latched with a heavy sound.  He was then escorted by the two muscular men in leather off of the stage.  In a few moments, a curtain was pulled and number 839 was bound and shackled upside down in a Chinese Water Torture Case.  A curtain was pulled, a countdown was started and as the drape was pulled back, volunteer number 839 had disappeared.  No more had the volunteer disappeared then the main curtain was pulled and the lights came up in the house.

For a moment, I just sat there unable to move trying to process everything that I saw.  I went home wondering if what I had seen was real and decided I would go back the next show and see if the volunteer 839 would be 840 at the next show.  At the end of the second half, everything was done the same only a different volunteer came forward.  A contract was signed and the volunteer became number 840 as he willingly placed the collar around his neck.  He was then led off stage and then reappeared only this time he was strapped down in front of a guillotine.  After having his head placed in position with his collar locked into the stocks, a curtain was then placed in front of the audience.  As the guillotine was released, the curtain was removed and volunteer 840 had disappeared without any trace even thought there was some blood on the blade of the guillotine.

Again, I sat there unable to move.  All night a dreamed of what I saw and thought about me being in the position of the volunteer.  I went back to see the next show and then the next ... each one the same except for the ending where a different volunteer with a different bondage scenario stepped forward. 

On the last performance, I just sat there until everyone else had left the theater.  Noticing that I was the only one left in the theater, I decided I should leave.  As I walked into the lobby, two men walked up toward me dressed in black shirts with black leather pants wearing knee high Wesco boots.  As they reached out to take my arms, I asked if there was a problem.  There only reply was that the Master would like to visit with me and wanted to know if I would meet him back stage.  Much to my surprise, I said I would be honored to meet him.

Soon I was down in the basement of the theater waiting to meet the "Master."  After waiting in a sitting area, I was then escorted in to have a private audience with the Master.  As the door was shut, it was just me and him and he looked even more handsome and intimidating than when he was on stage.  His shaved head, goatee and piercing black eyes made me feel as if I was transparent which I was...

"Good evening Mr. Richard or should I just start referring you as my 'boi,'" said the Master as he reached out his hand to shake mine.

All I could say was, "Good evening Sir... How do you know my name?"

"Well, when someone comes to see ten of my shows in one week including matinees and they sit on the front row, I tend to notice them.  In addition, I believe we have a mutual friend that has shared with me your interest in escape scenarios," said the Master.

"And who would that be Sir?"

"It really doesn't matter who or what I've discussed about you.  What does matter is what you want boi."

"Would you care for a drink before we go any farther?"

"Sir, yes Sir..."

"Let me see scotch and water?"

"Sir, yes Sir ... but how do you know what I like to drink..."

"Again it doesn't matter what I know or how I found out.  What matters is when you are going to ask me for what you really want."

"I don't understand Sir."

"I'll cut to the chase boi...  Each performance you have been here and deep down inside you want to be the next volunteer that comes forward.  I should also tell you that what you see is real.  The volunteers that come forward get exactly what they ask for and so will you.  Unfortunately or fortunately there is no going back."

"So, you mean to tell me that what ever I ask of you, that is what will happen Sir."

"In spades boi... in spades.  Tonight I have a car waiting outside.  If you would like, you may be my guest at my home.  The theater will be dark for the next two nights.  If you come with me, you will be temporarily collared and will be in service to me."

Without even thinking I moved toward him as a moth toward a flame.  I knelt down, bowed my head, looked at the boots He was wearing and placed my hands behind my back.  The Master moved toward me and placed my head into his leather crotch and ran his fingers through my hair. 

"Good boi."  His voice was masculine, firm and comforting.  Before I realized it, he placed a leather collar around my neck and locked it securely behind my head.  The next thing I knew I was following him along with his "body" guards into his limo.  He positioned himself in the back seat and I instinctively knelt down and sat at his feet.  For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace.</p></body></html> ;