Frank had mixed feelings about everything. He liked men but he pretended like he didn't. His own name was part of his game. It wasn't his real name. It was the name he used when he went looking for men. He would go to gay bars and act like he didn't know it was a gay bar. He would speak very "frank", criticizing everything about the bar that wasn't man enough but it was all in fun. He never did anything that would provoke anyone. Those that knew him knew that he was acting like a buffoon on to entertain.
So as he watched The Great Stephan, it was only natural for him to play the sceptic. After he saw Stephan detach his dick on stage, Frank believed in magic but continued to play the sceptic for the hell of it.
"Okay, okay" Frank said, "You're holding a dildo and you have some prosthetic hiding your cock. You're still just a stripper."
Stephan said, "So you want to come on stage and examine this for yourself."
Frank said, "Nah, I don't play with dildos."
Stephan said, "How about you volunteer for my next trick then."
The idea of detaching his cock made Frank hard but he kept himself under control. "I see you want to saw a person in half. You've got someone already hiding in one of those boxes to help with the illusion."
Stephan said, "Come up and find out."
Frank said, "Alright, just to show everyone that you're nothing but a fraud."
Frank walked up and looked inside the boxes. They were empty. Frank was right that normal stage magicians always hid someone in the legs box to be the legs but not this time. Frank felt fascinated as he thought about how Stephan would do this. Frank tried to come up with rational, scientific explanations but could not.
Frank lay in the box which was closed and he watched the saw blade approach. He wondered if something would move him out of the way of the saw blade but then he felt the saw blade touch him. There was no pain but he could feel the cold metal as it slid back and forth across his skin. As the blade cut deeper, he could feel more metal.
Just as Frank felt the blade touch his wrists, Stephan said, "You might want to move your hands unless you want them cut too."
Frank wondered how Stephan knew that his hands were there but Frank pulled his hands up. The sawing continued and went all the way through Frank's waist. Stephan pulled the boxes apart in the traditional matter so the audience could see Frank's head out the end of one box and his feet out the end of the other box. Normally though there would be some covering on the ends of the box that were cut to keep people from seeing that the person wasn't actually cut. However, Frank felt the open air around his waist right where he had been cut. Out of curiosity, he reached down and felt the cut. Somehow, skin had formed to cover his innards so that Frank just felt smooth skin where his legs used to be.
Stephan said, "So you believe me now?"
Frank said, "Oh you'd like that wouldn't you. You want me to be gullible enough to believe that you sawed me in half and those are my legs over there."
Stephan asked, "Then what are those if they are not your legs?"
Frank said, "I haven't figured it out yet but they couldn't possibly be my legs. That's impossible."
Stephan said, "I'll show you that they are indeed your legs." Stephan lifted Frank's upper body and set him up front and center on stage. Being just his upper body, he was now only three feet tall, just tall enough to be eye level with Stephan's balls and the smooth patch where Stephan's cock used to be.
Stephan commanded, "Legs, sit up."
This was when Frank realized he didn't have control of his legs anymore. Stephan had not only separated them from his body but had separated them from his mind. The legs sat up and the audience could just barely see Frank's belt peek above the box. Then Stephan lifted Frank's legs out and stood them on the stage. They began to wander a bit, staying on the stage in front of everyone. It was almost like Frank's legs were strutting around like a model on a catwalk, showing off for the audience.
Frank said, "Those can't be my legs. I'm not making them strut around."
Stephan said, "No, I am making them strut around. I've given your legs a mind of their own, not a full human mind, just enough of a mind so your legs will do what legs do."
The legs walked up and stood beside Frank. Frank was eye level with his own crotch. Frank said, "They still can't be my legs."
Stephan walked up to the legs and grabbed Frank's belt. "Do you want a closer examination?" He said this more to the audience than he did to Frank and the audience expressed their desire for a closer examination.
Frank said, "You wouldn't? Expose me in public?"
Stephan watched Frank. Even though his words said, "No." Frank's gestures said, "Yes." There was that cheeky grin and that subtle wink and Stephan knew it was okay. He yanked down Frank's pants and Frank's erect cock bounced out to land on Frank's nose.