If I asked you what S&M was, you’d say Sado Masochism, right? Whips & leather, ropes & blindfolds, ball gags, nipple clamps, and all that jazz. But in the case of magic duo Helmut & Cheyennes, you would be wrong. Because in their world, S&M stands for “Sex & Magic”. And it‘s a world where ball gags and nipple clamps aint even the half of it…

Helmut Wondergem -aka Magic Man- always loved his magic. Growing up as a little boy in the 80’s, he was fascinated by tv magicians from Paul Daniels to The Great Suprendo, and would spend hour after hour in his bedroom, vainly attempting to replicate their tricks.

But Helmut had a problem; he had no talent. Despite practising for up to five hours a day, he could only really manage the most basic of illusions. Although, upon leaving school, this did get him a few social club bookings and nursing home gigs in the local area, each time poor Helmut applied for membership to his beloved Magic Circle, his dreams were always dashed.

In order to get over this continual rejection, Helmut fled the UK, taking a job as resident magician on a cut-price cruise liner where a call for quality was negligible. There, he met a mysterious Eastern European gypsy woman who called herself Cheyennes.

From initially being his greatest fan, Cheyennes was soon Helmut’s lover, then his assistant, and in no time at all, had completely overhauled the Magic Man act. Out went the card tricks and rabbit in a hat, in came the strap-ons and the dildos. Or rather, in went the strap-ons and the dildos, as poor Helmut was continually violated night after night for the sake of showbiz.

Whipped and bound, locked in a box, sporting a nose bag full of amyl-nitrate, Helmut’s body would be pushed to extremes time and time again. Word got around and the crowds went up; people flocked from all over to see this incredibly kinky performance.

A calm, peaceable creature, Helmut Wondergem just wanted to entertain people. Yes, his star had risen, but at the expense of his sanity, his dignity. In anyone’s book, that’s a price too high to pay. On the verge of collapse, Helmut pleaded with his wife for the act to go back to traditional illusions but she refused. One afternoon, whilst rehearsing on deck, he plucked up the courage to confront her.

Onboard witnesses did not see anything; all they could confirm were two mighty screams. The first was from Helmut, the next from Cheyennes. A wave. A huge, thirty foot wave had swept him overboard, apparently. As whisperings of foul play swept the cruise liner, police were called in, but nothing could be proved. No-one had seen a thing. After a couple of weeks, Helmut Wondergem was pronounced dead, lost at sea.

His body has never been recovered.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't think that was supposed to happen...

If you could talk amongst yourselves for a few moments..."

- Helmut Wondergem