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This story was written for Circuit as Day #10 of Kinktober 2018. Today's kink was "Bondage" and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults in a rather public space. Also, content warning for anyone with claustrophobia, this story contains sexual acts involving restricted movement and tightly enclosed spaces.

And For My Next Trick...

"And for my next trick, I'll need a volunteer from the audience. Let's see... who looks like they could help me out. Who looks like they have the innate magical gifts that I require from any soul who would aid me?"

Like the rest of the crowd, Cirian's arms shot up into the air in excitement. The idea of getting to go on stage with her, with Mira the Magical herself, made the golden fox's whole body tingle.

"So many eager hands. Are you all truly so eager to find yourselves exposed and vulnerable, helpless even, in front of a crowd of your peers? Are you a soul brave enough to bare all in service of the magicks I wield?"

The white rabbit in her top hat and sleek, form fitting black and red suit giggled to the crowd as she strode back and forth upon the edge of the stage with supreme confidence, twirling her wand between her fingers and idly passing the time with small, simple sleight of hand tricks. A dove from her seemingly fur-tight sleeve. A pack of cards dancing between her hands only to disappear as she lifted her hat, sprayed them up into its interior, only for gravity to cease to apply before she looked down curiously into her hat, then turned it out to the audience to show that it was entirely empty. A few hands dropped as she made clear just how brave and without hesitation the volunteer she received would need to be, but there were still hundreds more with their hands raised. Hundreds of which Cirian was only a single one, meaning that the chances of him being selected were incredibly, immensely slim and...

"Well, if you're sure you're still interested. How about yourself, the golden fox with the delightfully braided hair."

Cirian swallowed. His eyes widened, and despite the odds of there being another golden fox with braided hair sitting around him as Mira pointed directly and obviously in his direction with her wand being even lower than the odds of him being picked in the first place, he still glanced around just to make sure before pointing rather dumbfoundedly at himself to clarify. The white rabbit nodded, smirking as she flicked her wand seemingly out of existence and instead curled a finger towards herself in a beckoning manner. Cirian rose to his feet to cheers and applause from the crowd, he trotted his way upon the stage with his cheeks glowing crimson beneath his lush sunshine gold and white fur, and as Mira held a hand out towards him to shake, then to grasp and lead him across the stage to some of the more large scale, currently covered objects that were no doubt due to be a part of her show, he felt a strength and a confidence in the slender rabbit's grasp that both buoyed the fox's confidence and made him blush brighter, deeper all at once.

"Now, my dear, may I ask for your name and preferred pronouns?"

Cirian nodded and smiled sheepishly to Mira, then to the crowd, though as he looked out over the edge of the stage he realised that due to the lights beaming down upon them while the crowd sat in darkness, he could only see shadows. In fact how Mira had managed to pick him out of the crowd even in one of the front-most rows seemed like something of a miracle to the fox as he struggled to make out the species of even the closest figures.

"Hi, uh, I'm Cirian. He and him pronouns are fine, thanks."

Mira nodded, then turned towards the crowd and left the fox just standing there for a few moments as she addressed the rest of the audience with her trademark flourish and confidence.

"My friends, Cirian here has no idea what he has let himself in for by coming up on stage. Perhaps he thought he was going to be made to disappear, or get sawn in half, maybe? Oh, if only it were that simple! For you see, this next feat I am to perform for you is not something I take on lightly. In truth I am a little nervous myself, since this magical feat has a history stretching back over five thousand years. Friends, companions... please marvel as I present to you my latest acquisition, direct from Egypt and delivered into my care just this morning. Untried, untested, its magical potential untapped for thousands of years... the Golden Sarcophagus of Ra, the Sun God!"

Spinning around upon the spot and raising her arms, the sheet draped over one of the largest objects on the stage flew upward as though carried away by some magical gust of wind, and a flurry of pyrotechnics made Cirian yelp and step back as a gorgeous, shining sarcophagus emblazoned with hieroglyphs and pictographs was revealed to the cheering crowd.

"Legend says that when the great god Ra was dying after spending too long walking the mortal world, he sealed himself away in this casket with his most brave and trusted follower. He bound his follower's physical form, and with only his mortal servant's heart, only his faith left to serve him, the power of that faith transported him out of the sarcophagus and carried him back to the heavens. Even now some of that power remains in the sarcophagus, and I plan to use it to transport myself out of its sealed clutches, though not to the heavens, mere to the far side of the stage."

Mira grinned, and pulled forth a roll of bandages from the interior of her top hat.

"But, in order to do that... I first need a brave and trusted follower to bind, whose faith and belief in my magical power will transport me to my destination. You can do that for me, can you not, Cirian? You believe in my power, don't you?"

The fox swallowed, his eyes widening as he glanced down at the roll of bandages in the rabbit's hand. He blushed and nodded, but opened his muzzle to speak, only to realise there was no way he could do so without the lapel microphone attached to Mira's suit picking up even his most gentle whispers and broadcasting them across the stage for all to hear. Thus he closed his muzzle again, and simply kept on nodding even as the rabbit clapped her hands together in delight, snapped her fingers, and gestured for a couple of her trained assistants to come out on stage.

"Good. I'm so glad to hear it. Now, if you'll just allow my assistants to remove your clothes. You... um, you are wearing clean underwear, I trust?"

Cirian's eyes bulged, but once again he said nothing. Just nodded and whimpered bashfully in a way that drew a murmur of laughter from the crowd, and a giggle from Mira herself.

"Oh, nothing to worry about. It's just more comfortable for you to not have all your clothes on underneath the bandages. It can get quite hot, being a living mummy, you know. Even if it is just for a brief while."

Two gorgeous mice in silky, sequinned spandex removed Cirian's clothing, and soon the golden furred fox was standing on the stage in the bright slight with only his underwear on, hands and tail covering his midsection as his face burned crimson. Mira circled him, giggling still, and murmured in a way that made the crowd laugh louder, though with Cirian rather than at him.

"Ooh, speaking of brief things. Very cute."

The rabbit admired the fox's blue briefs, but just a moment later she was circling him again at the front, pulling loose the end of the roll of bandages she was holding and offering its end to the blushing fox.

"Hold onto this. Don't let go. I'll have you all wrapped up in no time at all."

Cirian's heart raced. He had to say something now, before he got tied up. Before he felt his movement being constricted, his freedom being restrained and... and his body began to react the way it did every other time he tied himself up, or better yet let someone do it for him. And yet as he looked around and heard the crowd murmuring while theatrically, playfully Mira twirled and ran and span around him, rather rapidly locking his arms to his sides as she started to wrap him up in the gauze bandages, he realised that letting Mira know he couldn't do this because it might get him turned on would be just as exposing, just as humiliating as letting it actually happen. Either way everyone would know, and thus his only option was to try and fight it. To try and impose some semblance of self control on his libido even as one of its primary weak points was poked, prodded and caressed in an ever so teasing, enjoyable manner.

And thus he did fight it. He fought not to get excited by how tight Mira was wrapping him up and thus how immediately constricted his movement was rendered. He fought not to think about how exposed his almost bare body was in the areas not yet wrapped up in those bandages, and definitely not to think about if there was anyone else out there in the audience who was getting as excited watching him be tied up as he would have been if he'd been an observer rather than the person being bound so helplessly themselves. Cirian tried so hard not to get worked up when the bandages wrapped tightly across his crotch, squeezing, tightening, caressing with every layer applied, and as he soon found himself with his legs bound together, his arms locked to his sides and even his muzzle now being bound up as Mira wrapped a second layer of bandages across his body and up all the way to his head, he actually thought that he might be able to make it through this without getting physically aroused.

Then, just as his muzzle was locked shut and the bandages began to wrap up and around his eyes, sealing his senses away and preventing him with communicating with the outside world in any way whatsoever, he heard Mira address his helpless, trembling, inescapably bound form with a gentle whisper that somehow didn't ring out across the crowd.

"Just trust me, everything will be absolutely fine."

And then he heard her call out loudly, her voice booming across the entire auditorium for the assembled crowd to hear.

"And now the two of us will be sealed away together in the sarcophagus, which will then be lifted high into the air, suspended on ropes to ensure that you know I'm not simply slipping away through some secret passage. We'll be locked inside, by chains and a padlock, and the key... well, if I want to be able to let Cirian out again, I suppose I'll just have to make sure that he teleports me as he's meant to, because the key? I think I'll keep it right here in my pocket, inside the locked sarcophagus with me."

Cirian's eyes bulged blindly behind the cloth bandages wrapped around him. They were going to be not only sealed inside the sarcophagus together, but locked in, with the key inside with them?? His heart raced. His head span, and even then a soft, muffled whimper escaped him as everything he'd fought to hold back came crashing down, and even as he felt the two mice assistants lifting him off the ground and carrying him towards what he presumed was the sarcophagus' interior, to the golden fox's horror he could already feel his arousal beginning to stretch against the tight bandages wrapped around and over his already firmly fitted underwear.

He gasped, he panted and blushed as he listened, as he tried to piece together what was happening from sound alone. He felt cool stone and metal against the still bare pawpads of his feet, and then warmth as another body, presumably Mira's own, pressed against him. He didn't feel the softness of her silky suit though, and wondered if like himself she had stripped down to something more skimpy for her sealing in the sarcophagus. Sure enough, she called out to the crowd once more even as she pressed against him, the murmurs of the audience suggesting that the door of the sarcophagus was still open for the time being.

"No clothes but my underwear, and I trust you can see there is nowhere to hide any extra keys, any communication devices or other things to aid in my escape. Not even my microphone gets to make this journey. I'll see you on the other side, friends!"

There came a rustling as her microphone was disconnected, and then a grinding, a creaking of metal and stone. Suddenly Mira's breath was much louder, and Cirian's own sounded vastly amplified too.

"Just a couple of minutes, I hope you're okay in there."

He trembled and blushed as he heard the rabbit's voice whisper to him so softly, so gently.

"Thank you so much for being a part of my show. I know it might seem a little lame, being behind the trick and knowing that I'm not actually asking you to pray to transport me across the stage or something. But... hey, at least tied up like this, you still won't have any idea how I actually do it, right? So, you do still get to be a part of the magic."

The fox felt the rabbit shift, and heard her begin to speak again.

"Ah, sorry, cramp. It's a little tight in here, huh? I..."

Her voice trailed off as she pressed against him for a moment, and to Cirian's horror, his cock throbbed against what might well have been one of the bunny's thighs. Silence fell over the sarcophagus' interior for a moment. It lingered for another, and another, until almost simultaneously the golden fox whined in helpless apology from within his bondage, and Mira giggled.

"Oh my. Is... is that me, or... do you just really like being locked in a sarcophagus and tied up?"

She meant it as a joke of course, but the question, the statement of the situation's embarrassing truth only made Cirian throb and strain more urgently. The rabbit giggled again.

"Good thing we're in here now. If I'd have called you on stage for a rope escapism trick, you'd be out there right now hanging up on some wires, limbs spread eagled, on full display to the crowd."

A hand landed against the bandage-wrapped bulge of his crotch, and Cirian gave a high pitched, keening whine as it caressed him as he rocked his hips helplessly against its touch, against the rabbit's purposefully erotic, teasing touch.

"Ooh, you do like that, don't you. And here we are, locked away together. You know... some women might think this was really inappropriate. They might be angry at you. Upset. They might even be right, even if you say you couldn't control it. But, for what it's worth, Cirian?"

The fox shuddered as he felt fingers teasing their way through his bandages, the rest of his body still locked and bound tightly where it was, all but entirely immobile as the magician probed her way through the bandages and teased a couple of fingers down the waistband of his briefs. He whined, he gasped breathlessly as he found his cock being teased free from his briefs, free from the bandages, suddenly exposed in the warm, close air of the sarcophagus' interior. For a moment he pictured the door swinging back open and hundreds of people seeing him there, unable to move, unable to escape with his cock fully on show. He tried to yelp in embarrassment and excitement all at once through his gauze bondage, but then he felt the rabbit pressing against him all the more tightly than she had been thus far. He felt her shuffling, shifting her position, and then...

"Cum quickly."

She whispered to him.

"We can't have you hard when I let you out. Can't have a big wet spot on the bandages either. So..."

He felt something around the tip of his cock. Something warm, and wet, and so deliciously, unforgettably unique and yet unmistakably familiar all at once. The sensation of a woman's pussy wrapping itself around him.

"...so cum quickly for me, a-and... and then afterwards I'll ask them to send you to my dressing room backstage. I'll finish the show, come find you, and maybe then I'll untie you, after I've taught you a few of my favourite tricks."

By Jeeves

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