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Oscar hypnotized by King Delerion

This time, Delerion has set his sights on Oscar, an ambitious man who used to use his beauty to seduce rich women and take advantage of their money. The handsome guy was unaware of the sorcerer's dark powers.

Oscar had gone on a trip with one of his rich lovers. That morning he was sightseeing in a mysterious and ancient stone castle, away from the area where there were people and wandering through the ruins looking for something that would catch his attention to get out of boredom, since he cared little or nothing about culture. At one point he sat down to rest on a rock of the monument, even though he knew that this was forbidden. That was when the sorcerer who followed him in the shadows took advantage to carry out his plan.

Without knowing it, Oscar had become the next target of Delerion, who had already prepared the ritual to dominate his mind. The sorcerer projected his image on the place. Like a barely visible shadow, it briefly materialized a few meters away from Oscar, who did not notice the wizard's presence at the time. Then, Delerion's image disappeared and turned into a floating green light.

Hypnotized by the glow of the light that called him, and listening to the wizard's whispers saying his name, Oscar stared. The light began to walk through some intricate corridors, whose access was forbidden to tourists, and he followed it, completely caught in the spell, hardly noticing how the light made his thoughts fade, trapping him in a state of trance. He felt how his body walked on its own, as if the green light pulled him and nullified his will. It was as if time and space were deformed around him, and the only fixed point in the world was that green light that called him.

The light led Oscar to a small room in the ruins that functioned as a courtyard hidden between high walls, and there, in the center of the place, the hypnotic energy that had attracted the handsome man turned into a black phallic sculpture that glowed with the same green aura.

Suddenly, Delerion's voice echoed in Oscar's mind, calm and authoritative:

"Take the phallus, Oscar. You are mine now."

Without question, Oscar reached out, taking the phallus. As soon as his fingers pressed the cold surface of the sculpture, his mind shut down completely, his thoughts extinguished, and a single certainty dominated him: obey Delerion. As the phallus faded in his hands, the figure of the sorcerer appeared before him, real and tangible this time.

"From this moment on, you will do my will." Delerion said with a triumphant smile. "You will be my faithful slave."

Oscar, his eyes empty and his mind trapped, nodded slowly.

“Yes, master.” he replied without hesitation, in an almost robotic tone.

Delerion’s power had triumphed again, and now, with Oscar under his control, the sorcerer prepared to take him to his palace and use him in his dark games, without the man even being able to imagine the destiny full of perversion and lust that awaited him.

King Delerion giving orders to Jamal

Deep within Delerion's palace, the air was filled with a mystical green that filtered through the Gothic windows. The high walls were adorned with arcane symbols and glowed faintly with the reflection of the magical lights that floated about the room. Delerion stood tall, wrapped in his dark velvet cloak with purple edges that rippled as if alive. In his right hand, he held a staff adorned with a spherical green jewel, from which emanated unmatched power. In front of him stood Jamal, the imposing, newly hypnotized servant who remained motionless, his muscles tense, but his eyes empty and obedient.

The servant, a burly man with dark skin and enormous strength, had been subdued by the sorcerer's power only a few hours ago. He no longer had a will of his own; his mind was completely subject to Delerion's whims. Despite his intimidating appearance, he was reduced to a puppet, unable to think for himself, only awaiting the commands of his new master.

Delerion watched him with satisfaction. He approached, his leather boots clicking softly on the marble floor. He raised his staff, letting the green light reflect off his slave’s expressionless face. He had perfected the art of magical domination, and each servant under his command was living proof of his mastery.

“You have proven yourself a more than suitable subject,” Delerion said, his voice silky and condescending. “Your manhood and muscles are ideal for the games I have in mind for you and the other servants. But…” his smile widened dangerously, “your unwavering loyalty is what satisfies me most.”

The servant, whose muscles tensed with each word from his master, remained attentive to his master’s words.

“I am at your service, my lord,” he said in a deep, but emotionless voice.

Delerion walked in circles around him, like a predator stalking its prey.

“I will soon need you to carry out a task that your companions are doing very well,” the sorcerer whispered. “You are to help me recruit attractive, manly men. Friends, family, whatever, but bring them to me.”

The servant did not blink. He did not question. He simply waited for the next instructions, like an automaton waiting to be activated.

“I will do as you command, master,” he replied.

Delerion smiled, satisfied with the absolute submission of his new acquisition.

“Perfect,” he said as he raised his staff and placed it in front of his servant’s chest. “Now, remember well, if anyone stands in your way, you will not hesitate. Nothing can be an obstacle.” For you, my dear servant, are the extension of my will.

The green light of the staff glowed brighter, as if reaffirming the magical connection between master and slave. Delerion knew that with his army of servants under his control, his dominion would be absolute. And this man, with his strength and blind obedience, was but a piece on his vast chessboard of power.

The sorcerer let out a soft, dark laugh as he retreated to his throne, leaving the servant to await his next command. In this palace shrouded in shadows and magic, everything seemed to conspire to extend Delerion's control over men.

Daniel hypnotized by King Delerion

Delerion looked at his newest acquisition: Daniel, a burly man with an impenetrable face. The sorcerer, wrapped in his black leather clothes with purple details, played with a floating green sphere between his fingers, a symbol of his power. The man, completely subdued, remained firm, without a hint of doubt in his empty eyes.

“Do you know why I brought you here?” Delerion asked, with a superior smile.

“To serve you, master.” the slave replied, his voice deep, but completely neutral.

Delerion let out a small laugh, reveling in the absolute control he exerted.

“Exactly. You are strong, obedient... And soon you will join the others who are already under my command. This palace will be an empire, and each of you will have a place.” The sorcerer raised the glowing sphere, letting its green light envelop the man's figure. “Will you do everything I command you?”

“Everything, my lord,” the slave replied, emotionless.

Delerion smiled maliciously, knowing that his kingdom of subjugated men grew by the day.

King Delerion enjoying Miguel's obedience

Detective Miguel Sánchez had been investigating the disappearances of men in different parts of the country for weeks, all related by a disturbing pattern. Among them, his friend Daniel had been the last to disappear, and from that moment on, the search became personal. Miguel knew that something dark was hiding behind these cases, something that did not conform to the laws of logic or science. He was the only mortal who had discovered the existence of the mysterious sorcerer Delerion, an enigmatic being whom he ended up facing several times, but without success.

Now, in the sorcerer's palace, Miguel was in front of Delerion, but something had changed. He no longer wore his usual clothes. Instead, he wore a tight red shirt, similar to those of Delerion's other servants, which highlighted his muscles like a trophy displayed by the sorcerer. The detective remained standing stiff, his gaze fixed and empty, as if his will had been completely broken. Delerion, in front of him, looked at him with an arrogant smile, his scepter emitting a faint green glow, proof of the spell that had brought him here.

“I have always been fascinated by your determination, Miguel,” Delerion said mockingly, walking slowly around him, delighting in the image of the detective finally under his control. “I warned you not to meddle in matters you cannot understand… but your stubbornness is admirable.”

The sorcerer stopped in front of him, leaning in to catch any spark of resistance that might remain in the detective’s eyes, but he found none. Miguel was trapped, his mind, once sharp and cunning, now shrouded in a haze of obedience.

“And what happened to all that pride as a vigilante, eh?” Delerion continued, laughing softly. “You thought you could stop me, save your dear friend Daniel… But now, look at you. Dressed just like all my servants, one more in my collection.”

Miguel said nothing. His proud eloquence had been completely erased from his mind and transformed into submission.

“Oh, but don’t worry,” Delerion added, a cruel glint in his eyes. “Daniel is here too, as you might have guessed. Very close, in fact. In fact, I can assure you that you will play together. Because… in case you hadn’t realized yet, you are now at my command.”

“Yes, master. I am at your command,” Miguel replied, completely hypnotized.

The sorcerer’s smile widened as he saw how someone who had shown more will than the others had fallen under his power. It was clear that the spell was too strong.

“All this will seem normal to you very soon. You and Daniel will be part of something much bigger than yourselves. You always wanted to save people, didn’t you?” Delerion laughed, taking a few steps back. “Well, now you will be a good slave… for me.”

“As you command, master.” The detective answered again, with a serious and neutral tone of voice that showed that the trance he was in was really deep.

Delerion's laughter echoed through the room as Miguel, his body tense beneath his red shirt, stood motionless, the shadow of his will consumed by the magic that bound him. The detective who had once sworn to stop the warlock now became a piece in Delerion's game.

Flynn Rider hypnotized by Jafar

The lights of Corona Palace shone serenely, reflecting off the calm waters of the river that surrounded it. Eugene Fitzherbert, now known by his real name, was enjoying the tranquility that fate had bestowed upon him after his life as Flynn Rider. Sitting on one of the palace balconies, he watched the horizon with a smile. It was not common for a former thief to become the king's right-hand man, but he had managed to do so.

However, that night the tranquility vanished when a dark presence materialized in the throne room. Jafar, the feared vizier of Agrabah, had arrived in Corona, his gaze fixed on his target: an ancient artifact, jealously guarded in the palace. An object capable of amplifying his already fearsome hypnotic powers.

Eugene, having heard of Jafar from his good friend Aladdin, was not surprised when the vizier unexpectedly appeared beside him on the balcony. He turned slowly, with his usual charming smile.

“Well, well… it’s the famous Jafar. What brings a guy like you here?” Eugene asked, still keeping his joking tone.

Jafar narrowed his eyes, ignoring the comment with an air of superiority. His voice, as sharp as a dagger, sounded calm, but deep within his words there was a latent threat.

“I have come in search of something that only you can obtain for me, Eugene Fitzherbert. An artifact hidden in the halls of this palace, something that could benefit us… both,” Jafar said, emphasizing the last part with a false smile.

Eugene chuckled, crossing his arms.

“If you’re looking for me to steal something from you, Jafar, you’re late. I left that life behind, and I don’t think the King or Rapunzel would appreciate me helping villains with turbans and magic staffs.”

Jafar smiled coldly, knowing that Eugene wouldn’t be so easy to convince.

“Ah, but we all have a past, don’t we?” Jafar said in a seductive tone. “Do you think your loyalty to the king and princess is unwavering? Or is there a part of you that misses the excitement, the adventure of old times?”

Eugene stood firm, but the vizier could already sense the slight uneasiness in his posture.

“Thank you for the offer, but I’ll pass. You know, I have a pretty good life here, loyal friends… I don’t need anything you offer.”

Jafar clicked his tongue with a fake sigh of resignation.

“Too bad. But, since you refuse, I’m afraid I’ll have to resort to more… persuasive methods.”

Before Eugene could react, Jafar’s scepter rose in front of him, and his eyes were caught in the golden glow of the carved snake. Eugene’s smile disappeared, and his lips parted, as if his will was fading before the vizier’s power.

“No…” Eugene whispered, but the fight died from his words.

Jafar, now triumphant, stepped closer.

“Silence, dear Eugene. It doesn’t matter what you wish for anymore. You are now at my command.”

Eugene’s eyes, which had previously shone with life and charisma, began to reflect the same hypnotic glint of the scepter. His body relaxed, and his mind was trapped under Jafar’s will.

“I am at your command…” Eugene said, his voice now empty of resistance.

Jafar smiled, pleased, and with a subtle movement, he withdrew the scepter. Eugene, now under his control, was ready to fulfill his mission.

“You will steal that artifact from me, Eugene, and then you will come with me to Agrabah. I need you in my harem of loyal servants. You have… useful qualities.”

“Yes, master…”

Eugene obeyed and that night, with his thieving skills, he stole the magical artifact for the vizier. He was no longer the prince of Corona, but a mere pawn under Jafar's command. Later, with the artifact in his hands and unseen, the vizier disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke, taking with him the once free man, leaving Corona without its hero.

Kaa and Gaston

Gaston was in the forest of the kingdom, on his way to the house of a beautiful girl from the village whom he intended to seduce. His pride was palpable, and there was no doubt that he considered himself the center of the universe. From the shadows, a snake crept closer, its eyes already beginning to glow with a faint hypnotic glow. Kaa, the cunning reptile, had come in search of the hunter, not to hunt... but to recruit, since they had previously collaborated with other villains against the heroes and princesses of the Disney universe.

“Gassstooon...,” Kaa said, his voice dragging out the syllables as if the words were vines climbing the hunter's ego. “I heard that you're ssstill... the ssstrongessst on thisss ssside of the foressst.”

Gaston, without turning around, laughed disdainfully.

“Of course I am. No one can compare to me.” He threw the axe to the ground and crossed his arms, proud.

Kaa let out a meandering laugh, sliding down a nearby tree, his eyes already beginning to swirl, though still subtly.

“Ahhh, buuuut... what about outssside of thisss world?” Kaa asked, his tongue slipping through the words. “In the real world... there are other ssstrong men. And I could help you prove that you are the greatessst... in all the worldsss...”

Gaston turned his head, his brow furrowed.

“The real world? I don't care what happens there,” he said nonchalantly, though his words held the same air of superiority as always. “What happens to those... humans is not my problem. My place is here, and I have nothing to prove to anyone else.”

Kaa hissed, his smile growing wider as his eyes shone brighter.

"I'm not jussst talking to you about ssstrength, Gassston." he approached slowly, his coils beginning to ripple around him, but not yet surrounding the hunter. "In that world there isss influenccce, power, wealth... imagine what you could do if you had itsss people under your control... If you, Gassston, were the king of all..."

Gaston laughed, arrogant as always.

"I don't need any of that, Kaa. I'm the king here. The strongest, the most admired. What you do with those insignificant humans is your problem, not mine. And I don't need your help."

The snake dropped a look of feigned disappointment, and then, without Gaston quite noticing, Kaa's eyes began to glow brighter, colors swirling in hypnotic patterns.

"Ohhh, Gassston... what an unambitiousss decisssion..." Kaa whispered, as his tail slowly began to approach the hunter. "Maybe... it'sss because you don't sssee it clearly yet..."

Gaston opened his mouth to reply, but something stopped him. His eyes, once defiant, met Kaa's, and for a moment, his body tensed. The colors spun and spun, and although Gaston tried to look away, he felt unable to do so.

"Don't...do it..." he said with a slight hesitation, trying to resist. But Kaa didn't let go of his hold.

"Don't worry... I'll help you sssee... what you really need..." Kaa said, and his voice became softer, more insistent. The colors in his eyes increased in intensity, swirling in hypnotic spirals that attracted Gaston's mind, weakening his resistance.

The hunter's muscles, which were always tense and dominant, began to relax involuntarily. His breathing slowed, and his gaze was locked on Kaa's eyes, which now seemed to occupy his entire field of vision.

"Kaa..." Gaston tried to say, but his voice sounded weak, almost sleepy.

"Ohhh, jussst relaxxx, Gassston... let me take control... There'sss no point in you resssisssting..." Kaa murmured sweetly, as he began to slide his coils around the hunter's body, wrapping around him gently, squeezing just enough to remind him who had the power.

Gaston's eyes, increasingly empty, were completely lost in the spirals. There was no more fight in him. All that was left was passive obedience, trapped by Kaa's hypnotic colors.

"Yeeessss... that'sss better, don't you think? Now you will do everything I tell you..." Kaa whispered as Gaston remained mesmerized with a stupid and exaggerated smile drawn on his face, his mind completely subdued. "Together... we will rule all the worldsss... but firssst, you will help me in the real world."

Without saying a word, Gaston obediently followed Kaa, sunk in a deep trance, turned into another of his toys.

Turkish hunk hypnotized by King Delerion

Emir slumped heavily onto the couch in his apartment, exhausted after a long day of work. His black shirt was open on his chest, revealing the fatigue he felt not only in his body, but in his soul. His dark eyes were lost somewhere on the ceiling, searching for a rest that always seemed elusive.

But what Emir didn't know was that that night the real exhaustion wouldn't come from work, but from something much darker and more seductive.

From the darkness of the room, a slender and elegant figure watched with a wicked smile on his lips. It was Delerion, always on the lookout, waiting for the right moment. He had studied Emir, had followed him, and knew that tonight was the perfect opportunity to add this robust man to his collection of servants.

The sorcerer moved a hand gracefully, and out of nowhere a green sphere appeared that began to shine with a soft and seductive glow, floating in the air. The greenish glow began to fill the room, drawing Emir’s attention, who lifted his head in exhaustion and bewilderment. The muscles in his chest tensed slightly, but it was clear that the man was already falling under Delerion’s spell.

Emir’s eyes, once filled with determination, were now empty and wide open, captured by the glow of the sphere. He tried to struggle, to stand up, but his body sank deeper and deeper into the couch, as if the hypnotic energy was paralyzing him completely.

“No… who…?” he stammered, but his voice cracked.

Delerion smiled as he approached, his steps stealthy and controlled.

“Who am I?” he said, reveling in Emir’s desperation. “I am the one who will give you what you truly need. Pleasure, Emir. The pleasure of serving me and letting out your hidden lust.”

Emir kept his gaze firmly on the sphere, his resistance crumbling. The glow of the green sphere filled his mind, emptying every thought.

“Pleasure…” he repeated, almost like a distant echo.

His chest slowly relaxed, his body giving in completely to the unspoken commands.

Delerion leaned over him, his face very close to Emir’s, who remained paralyzed.

“That’s it, Emir… your will no longer belongs to you. You belong to me.”

Emir gulped, his breathing slower, deeper.

“Yes… I… belong to you…”

The sorcerer smiled widely, with undeniable satisfaction.

“Say it again,” he ordered in a soft but authoritative voice.

Emir, now completely submerged in the haze of hypnosis, answered without hesitation:

“I belong to you… master…”

“That’s it… my good slave. Soon you will fully understand. Soon, you will be just an extension of my will. You will only live to serve me, to worship me, like all the others.” Delerion warned.

Emir nodded weakly, unable to resist, unable to do anything but give in to that dark power.

"Yes... I will... just live for... you..."

Kaa and the stylish businessman

Karl had heard the rumors. Everyone had. The media couldn’t stop talking about a hypnotizing snake lurking around the city, preying on unsuspecting men, taking control of their minds. It was a story that had caused a stir among businessmen and influential figures, but Karl didn’t believe the creature could reach him. Not in his office, not in his space of power.

However, when the door gently opened, letting in a strangely warm breeze, he knew. A serpentine figure slithered inside, and his worst fears materialized. There stood Kaa, the same snake that had been the focus of recent headlines, his eyes already beginning to swirl in hypnotic spirals of color.

Karl immediately frowned, fear and disgust twitching every muscle in his face. His jaw tightened, and his first reaction was pure revulsion.

“You…” he snapped, his deep voice filled with disgust. How dare you come in here? I will not fall for your games.

Kaa moved forward slowly, his movements smooth and precise, as if he savored every second. His eyes shone with a glow that grew more and more hypnotic as he came closer. Despite the threat he posed, he kept a satisfied smile on his face.

“Ohhh... Karl…” Kaa whispered in a drawling voice, filling the air with his hypnotic cadence. “I knew it would be interesssting to meet you... And now that I am here... I know... you will love... my company.”

Karl stepped back slightly, raising a hand in an attempt to stop the snake. He knew what would come next if he did not act quickly, but something inside him kept him frozen in place. His disgust was palpable, but so was the growing feeling that, perhaps, he had no escape now.

“Don’t come closer…” he warned, but his voice sounded less firm than before, as if even his words were losing strength.

“Poor Kaaaarl…” Kaa murmured, coming even closer, stopping right in front of him. “You know what I can do… and yet… you try to resssissst… But you and I both know that no one can resssissst…”

Kaa’s eyes began to shine more brightly, the colorful spirals now completely filling Karl’s vision. Although he tried to look away, his pupils were inevitably drawn into the hypnotic twists. With each passing second, he felt his distrust slowly dissolve, replaced by a feeling of lethargy and emptiness. He knew what was happening, but he couldn’t help it.

“No… I won’t…” Karl tried to speak, but his words were caught in his throat. His once sharp and resilient mind was now overrun by the colors dancing in his eyes, filling every corner of his consciousness.

Kaa bowed his head with an expression of triumph. There was no need for him to say more. Karl's will was rapidly crumbling, his body, which still maintained an upright and tense posture, began to visibly relax.

"Yeeeeeesss... Karl..." the snake whispered, savoring every syllable. "Let yourssself go..."

Karl's eyes, now completely captured by Kaa's coils, lost any trace of resistance. His breathing slowed, his mind floating in the void Kaa had created. He was defeated.

Kaa, with a satisfied smile, watched him calmly. His prey had fallen.

The stillness of the office was interrupted only by the whisper of Kaa as he smoothly slid across Karl’s body, now completely under his control. The businessman, with a fixed and empty gaze, awaited the snake’s commands, his hands lying limp in his lap.

Kaa, with a more relaxed expression but now with a mischievous glint, decided that playtime had begun. He slowly coiled around Karl’s torso, bringing his head closer to the perfectly tied knot of the businessman’s tie.

"Ssso much formality... Kaaaarl..." Kaa whispered with a sly grin. "I think it’sss time... to loosssen up a bit..."

With a fluid motion, Kaa tugged at the tie, sliding it off Karl’s neck until it came completely free, letting it drop to the floor. The man made no move to resist; his once-powerful arms remained motionless. His empty eyes followed the rhythm of Kaa’s spirals, utterly absorbed.

Kaa didn’t stop there. Slowly, he began to slide the tip of his tail toward the buttons of Karl’s shirt. With precision, he unbuttoned them one by one, starting from the top. As each button was undone, Karl’s exposed skin contrasted with the whiteness of his shirt. His pectorals began to show as the snake undressed his prey.

"Now... roll up your sssleevesss..." Kaa ordered, while his body coiled even tighter around Karl, giving him a light squeeze.

Without hesitation, Karl obeyed. His hands, as if controlled by invisible strings, began to lift the cuffs of his shirt, carefully folding them as the snake had instructed. Kaa watched with satisfaction, each of Karl’s movements only reinforcing his power over him.

"Yesss... now you’re ready... for more..." Kaa whispered, encircling Karl with his body, rubbing against his skin as he toyed with his prey, savoring the absolute control.

The businessman, who at one point would have epitomized power and authority, was now nothing more than a puppet in the snake’s hands. The colors in his eyes continued to swirl, deepening his trance. Kaa reveled in the control, letting his scales brush against Karl’s skin, sliding his body over him, while the man remained completely subdued, growing more relaxed and willing to fulfill any desire Kaa might have.

The snake, pleased with the progress, let out a soft whisper.

"Let’sss play a little more... my dear Kaaaarl..."

Trent's bretrayed and hypnotized

Emir had successfully completed the mission Delerion had entrusted to him. Now, his best friend Trent stood before him, bound and gagged, struggling uselessly against the ropes that imprisoned him. His eyes, filled with fury and terror, kept shooting him glances that burned him from the depths of his soul. Emir knew he had betrayed him, but Delerion's will was absolute, unbreakable.

"My lord," Emir said, bowing before Delerion, who entered the dungeon with his elegant gait, his staff shining in his hand, "I have brought my friend as you ordered."

Delerion smiled, his expression full of mockery and cruelty. He approached the prisoner, his steps echoing on the cold stones of the floor, and with a simple gesture, he released the gag from Trent's mouth. Feeling the freedom on his lips, he was quick to spit out his frustration.

"If this is a joke, it's not fucking funny, Emir!" he shouted, his voice vibrating with fury and bewilderment.

Delerion laughed softly, an icy laugh that filled the air with an almost palpable tension. "A joke? Oh, Trent, you don't seem to understand. Emir didn't betray you... he simply found his place. He knows who his true master is."

Trent tried to struggle once more, but the ropes were too strong. "What have you done to make Emir behave like this? Son of a bitch!"

Delerion cut him off with a simple gesture of his hand. "Emir, dear, gag your friend again. He can't seem to control his tongue."

Without a word, Emir complied, placing the gag back over Trent's mouth, who tried to resist, but to no avail. His eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and despair, looking at his former friend, now turned into an obedient slave.

Delerion walked toward the exit as if to leave the room, and Emir followed closely behind, submissive. "Wait a moment, Emir," the sorcerer said, stopping. "Don't go yet. Watch as I subdue your friend."

Delerion raised his staff and, with a soft whisper, conjured the hypnotic green light. The floating orb began to glow in front of Trent, pulsing with seductive energy. Trent frowned, trying to look away, but to no avail. The light had him trapped.

"What is this?" Trent thought, his breathing quickening. He didn't understand what he was seeing, but the strange sensation that was beginning to envelop his mind confused him. He tried to struggle, but his thoughts were beginning to cloud.

From a distance, Delerion and Emir watched, the former with a triumphant smile and the latter with an obedient stillness, totally under the sorcerer's control.

Trent slowly stopped struggling. His shoulders relaxed and his eyes focused on the green light floating in front of him. His breathing, once labored, became slow and deep. There was no fury anymore, only the urge to obey.

From the dungeon stairs, Delerion watched as Trent, with his back to the exit, no longer struggled or moved. The hypnotic light had disappeared, the spell having worked once more. Delerion stepped closer, releasing the ropes and gag with a wave of his hand. “Now, Trent,” the sorcerer whispered with a smile, “tell me, who do you obey?”

Trent, his gaze vacant, slowly rose, now a completely transformed man, and answered in a submissive, almost mechanical voice, “I obey you… master.”

Delerion reveled in his new conquest, gently caressing Trent’s cheek as Emir watched in silence. Both men,

under his complete control, were ready to follow him to his bedchamber.

"Come, my beautiful slaves," Delerion ordered, his smile victorious as he climbed the dungeon stairs and the two men followed him, obedient, heading towards a destiny marked by lust and total submission.

Hypnotizing the host

After weeks of being confined to his palace, Delerion decided he needed a break from his usual domain. Although he loved his harem, he missed interacting with people other than hypnotized slaves a little. But that, over time, became predictable, monotonous. He needed something different: people who were not under his influence… at least not yet. He knew that Jamal, one of his most faithful slaves, had a rather hectic social life when he was not in the palace. So, taking advantage of the fact that Jamal had been invited to the inauguration of his friend Marco's new house, Delerion decided it was the perfect opportunity to get out of his routine and mix with the real world again. Jamal, always obedient, took him as his companion. Delerion carefully chose his outfit for the occasion, obviously he was not going to go as a sorcerer. He opted for something more "earthly", although in his style: a tight black leather jacket that gave a casual but dominant image. That night he would introduce himself to Jamal's friends under the fake name Dean. Upon arriving, Delerion could see the curious glances from the other guests. Jamal was known for surrounding himself with more "posh" and formal people, so his appearance stood out among the expensive suits and well-polished looks of the other guests. However, Delerion didn't mind drawing a little attention to himself, in fact he enjoyed the subtle discomfort it caused. But what really captured his interest was Marco. Jamal's friend, host for the evening and owner of the new house, was exactly the kind of man Delerion was drawn to: handsome, muscular, robust, with a tight blue shirt that highlighted his shoulders and chest in an almost perfect way. As the evening progressed, Delerion realized that, despite his attempts to avoid it, he couldn't help but feel a growing attraction towards Marco. The conversations were fluid and lively, and to his surprise, Marco turned out to be a very nice guy. The night progressed, and after several glasses of wine and much laughter in the living room, Delerion and Marco ended up in the kitchen, away from the rest. The conversation was still friendly, but Delerion felt that the attraction between them was beginning to create a palpable tension, although he knew very well that Marco was straight, according to what he had heard in the previous conversations. Marco poured two more glasses of wine and turned to Delerion, who was watching him with a smile that seemed to hide something else. “Where did you get that shirt?” Delerion said, his eyes scanning the blue shirt Marco was wearing. “It looks great on you.” Marco let out a small laugh, a little uncomfortable but flattered. “Thanks. To be honest, I didn’t know what to wear. Jamal suggested this to me… He has good taste, doesn’t he?” Delerion raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh, yes, he has excellent taste.” —Delerion smiled mischievously, knowing full well that Jamal's "good taste" had been shaped by his own magic. —Did you know that I taught him that "talent"? Marco laughed, not understanding the reference. "Really? I didn't know you were a stylist too." Delerion looked at him with a dark smile, moving a little closer. "Not exactly. I have other… more special talents." With a quick movement, a sphere of green light began to form between Delerion's fingers, floating in the air. Marco frowned, looking at it curiously. "Huh? What kind of wine did I pour?" he asked, incredulous. Delerion leaned closer, his eyes locked on Marco's.

"Oh, this is not the wine…" The sphere of green light floated right in front of Marco's eyes, gently pulsing with a hypnotic rhythm that trapped him. Marco tried to look away, but couldn't. He was too mesmerized by the light. “It’s… fascinating…” he murmured, not realizing his will was slipping away. Delerion smiled, knowing he already had him. “Don’t worry, Marco… Just relax and watch it. Let your mind calm down… don’t think…” Marco tried to respond, but his words faded into a murmur, as his body began to give in to Delerion’s control. “Dean…” he whispered with soft acceptance. Delerion leaned even closer, whispering in Marco’s ear. “Don’t worry, Marco. You just have to obey.” The word “obey” hung in the air, and with that, Marco surrendered entirely, his gaze empty, his body relaxed, completely submissive to Delerion’s will. “Yes… obey…” Marco replied, his voice emotionless. Delerion slid a hand down Marco's firm chest, enjoying the feel of his new conquest. "Now, you are mine. Your will belongs to me." "I am... yours... master," Marco replied, totally submissive. Delerion smiled, enjoying his unexpected conquest. Satisfied, he led Marco back to the living room, certain that no one but him knew what had really just happened in that kitchen.

Kristoff hypnotized by Jafar

The Arendelle dock seemed quieter than usual, almost too quiet for Kristoff, who was used to the hustle and bustle of busy days. Sven was quietly chewing on some moss near the shore when a long shadow appeared in front of the blond man. Kristoff looked up and saw an imposing-looking stranger with a golden scepter topped with the figure of a snake. Something about him didn't inspire confidence.

"Umm... Hello? Who are you?" Kristoff asked suspiciously, frowning.

Jafar, smiling softly, walked forward without taking his eyes off Kristoff.

"My name is Jafar, and I'm here looking for something you need help getting," he said in a honeyed tone, moving the scepter slowly in front of Kristoff's eyes.

Kristoff let out a nervous laugh, sensing that something wasn't right.

"Look, whatever it is you're looking for, you're talking to the wrong person." I'm not the type to..." he began to say, but his voice trailed off as his eyes caught the glint of the scepter.

The golden snake seemed to move, and before he could react, the hypnotic light flooded his pupils. His lips trembled slightly as he tried to look away, but his will weakened with each second.

“Stare at the scepter, Kristoff...” Jafar whispered in a controlling voice. “You are a good man, Kristoff... obedient... willing to help whoever needs it...” Jafar continued, bringing the scepter a little closer to his face.

“I am a good man... obedient... willing to help...” Kristoff murmured, his eyes completely caught in the golden light of the scepter, his voice sounding hollow.

“You will do whatever I ask, no questions... no resistance... because... you serve me now,” Jafar continued, gloating in his victory.

“I will do whatever you ask… because I serve you now…” Kristoff repeated, in the same bewitching voice, his tone completely submissive.

The glow in Kristoff’s eyes grew more intense, and any trace of his personality vanished under Jafar’s power.

“You will enter the palace and bring me the hidden artifact. What is forbidden… you will get it for me…” Jafar said, his evil smile growing with each word.

“I will bring you the artifact… I will get it for you…” Kristoff replied, his voice becoming a robotic echo of Jafar’s orders.

Jafar lowered the scepter slowly, satisfied that he had taken absolute control of the mountain man. He looked at Kristoff, who remained in a state of total trance, motionless and waiting for the next orders.

“Very well, Kristoff… now, go and fulfill your mission. You will personally ensure that that artifact is in my hands,” Jafar concluded, giving him one last order.

“I will personally ensure that the artifact is in your hands……” Kristoff repeated, turning on his heels, his blank gaze directed at the palace.

Jafar watched as Kristoff left without hesitation, his will stolen and his mind subservient. The vizier, walking towards the palace behind the mountaineer, chuckled softly to himself.

Kristoff obediently led the stranger into the palace and let him into the secret chamber where they kept the artifact Jafar sought. The sorcerer took it in his hands and smiled mischievously, his collection of magical artifacts growing, as did his harem, and soon he would be the most powerful sorcerer of all time.

With a smirk, Jafar raised his scepter once more, causing Kristoff, still under his control, to turn towards him.

“Now, Kristoff… I will take you to a new destination, in Agrabah…” the sorcerer said with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “From today on, you will be my slave… forever.”

“I will be your slave… forever…” Kristoff repeated in the same hollow voice, as Jafar enveloped him in a gust of dark magic, taking him with him to the sands of Agrabah, where he would remain eternally under his dominion.

Jon and Kaa

Kaa moved through the shadows of the park, his eyes scanning the passersby, alert for any prey that caught his interest. It was then that two young boys passed by talking animatedly, one of them was Jon, a carefree-looking guy, impeccable white shirt, muscular and with an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance.

“Did you see that? Now they say that a snake is hypnotizing people, leaving them looking like fools,” his friend commented, in a worried tone.

Jon burst out laughing, shaking his head.

“Yeah, right... as if it were real. It's probably another hoax to scare people and make it go viral. If I were to meet that snake, one good smack and the matter would be resolved.”

Kaa, watching from a distance, frowned upon hearing those words. Not only did they doubt his power, but the boy dared to mock him. And worse, there was something about that smug air that made Kaa want to teach him a lesson. With a crooked grin, the snake began to follow him around, waiting for the perfect moment.

Later, when Jon arrived home ready to relax, Kaa made his silent entrance. Slithering stealthily, enveloping the air with his presence. Jon, noticing something odd, suddenly turned around, coming face to face with the snake.

“My, my... what do we have here?” Kaa slid his body smoothly until he was around Jon, keeping a calculated distance. “The boy who can handle sssnakesss, huh?”

Jon, surprised, frowned, and immediately remembered what his friend had told him.

“What the fuck!” Jon said, incredulous at the sight of the talking snake.

Kaa smiled widely, bringing his face closer to Jon's. The boy, although he maintained a cocky attitude, began to feel a slight discomfort due to the proximity of the snake.

"You may not have time to give me that “sssmack” you boasssted about ssso much..." Kaa whispered mockingly.

"Pff!" Jon snorted, although his tone already showed some insecurity. "I'm not afraid of you…"

Kaa smiled with amusement. He knew that the boy was nothing more than a facade of confidence. And now, that excess of confidence would make him fall faster. His eyes began to slowly turn, enveloping Jon in those hypnotic colors.

"It'sss not good to lie... Jooon... look at me... clossser..."

Jon tried to resist at first, shaking his head awkwardly. But his mind, although physically strong, was not prepared to deal with something as seductive and penetrating as Kaa's eyes. Little by little, his resistance faded. He began to blink, his breathing became slower and deeper.

"Uhhh...?" Jon stammered, falling more and more into the hypnotic power of the snake.

Kaa smiled with amusement. satisfaction as Jon's gaze drifted away. Finally he was completely lost in trance, standing, eyes reflecting Kaa's spirals and mouth half open.

"That'sss right... the ssstrong and... well-dresssed boy..." Kaa whispered as he began to unbutton his shirt with the tip of his tail. "... hiding sssomething very interesssting here..."

With each button he opened, he revealed the tattoo on Jon's chest, a muscular and marked chest now exposed to the air, while Kaa moved the fabric aside with his tail, lightly caressing the skin beneath it.

"My, my... ssso ssstrong and with a niccce tattoo..." Kaa purred.

Kaa, enjoying total control, began to slide his tail down Jon's exposed chest, caressing his skin as he unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on his shirt with deliberate slowness, leaving it wide open and revealing more of his muscular torso.

"I think... you're ready to play sssome more..." Kaa said in a soft but malicious voice, as he used the tip of his tail to unbutton Jon's pants and let them fall, revealing a pair of boxers that barely hid a long bulge in his crotch. Kaa didn't miss that detail and, with his tail, removed the boxers. Jon's large, erect penis caused a pleasant surprise in the snake.

"My, my... I sssee that it excccites you to be under my power..."

The young man could do nothing, trapped in his own body, while Kaa surrounded him with his serpentine body, enjoying his prey. The snake let its scales brush Jon's skin, delighting in its absolute control.

"We're going to have a lot of fun... my dear Jon," Kaa whispered, playing with him while the boy remained motionless, completely subjected to the snake's power.

Hypnotizing from the shadows

The room was bathed in a dim light from the candles, barely illuminating the elegant and luxurious hall. Delerion's figure remained in the shadows, his gaze fixed and captivating, observing Alistair, the man who lived there, dressed in a tight shirt of a deep green tone that enhanced his body. Delerion held his staff firmly, the bright green orb emanating a hypnotic and attractive glow, flickering as if it had a life of its own.

Alistair, completely oblivious to the magic that enveloped him, began to walk towards the light that radiated from the orb. Each step was slow, heavy, as if something beyond his own will was urging him to move. Delerion whispered his name, whispers full of charm and power, and the man, now completely immersed in a trance, could not resist the attraction.

The spell was seductive, a melody that only his mind could hear. The man's eyes remained fixed on the orb, the green flashes reflecting in his pupils. His expression, at first confused, turned into absolute calm, as if every thought and worry was slowly fading away. There was no need to resist, no need to fight; all that mattered was to keep walking towards that light that called to him with promises of ecstasy and obedience.

Delerion, without losing his charming smile, slowly approached, keeping his distance just enough for the spell to continue its course. "That's it... come to me, darling," he whispered in a honeyed, velvety voice. "There is nothing to fear. Just yield, as you always wanted."

Alistair, no longer able to control his own movements, advanced until he was right in front of Delerion. The orb, shining brighter than ever, enveloped his face in a glowing green light. “Tell me,” Delerion ordered softly, drawing the staff even closer, “who are you now?”

“I am… yours,” the man replied in a whisper, his voice tinged with absolute submission.

With a satisfied smile, Delerion allowed his magic to flow through the orb, sealing the spell and claiming his new slave. The scene was complete, the beauty of his magic reflected in the moment that one more soul surrendered to its irresistible allure.

Kaa and the reporter

In the cluttered office, with case papers strewn across the desk, the journalist leaned over his computer, typing furiously. The story of the “hypnotic snake” had obsessed him for weeks. He had tracked multiple cases of men who would disappear for a time and then reappear in a trance-like state, unable to remember what had happened to them. However, the details were always vague, almost as if they were being wiped from their minds.

“It can’t be real…” he muttered to himself, frowning as he went through the notes again. “A snake that controls people’s minds? This has to be an urban myth, some kind of scam…”

Unbeknownst to him, the very snake he had been investigating was watching him from the shadows. Kaa had slipped into the office, moving between the dark corners. The journalist was so engrossed in his work that he didn’t notice the creature’s presence until it was too late.

Suddenly, a hissing voice filled the room.

“Sssurprised… little…?”

The reporter shot up, quickly spinning in his chair to find himself face to face with the snake he had been investigating. His eyes widened.

“You…! You’re real!” he exclaimed, instinctively backing away, his heart racing.

Kaa smiled mischievously, his body slowly beginning to encircle the reporter from his feet, up his legs without him noticing at first.

“I’ve heard so many thingssss about you… so much obsession with my little game…” Kaa hissed, moving ever closer. “But it seems it’s your turn now… to play with me.”

The reporter tried to move away, but Kaa’s body already had him trapped. The snake’s cold scales began to gently squeeze, squeezing his thighs, up his torso, until he could no longer move.

“No… Wait!” This can't be happening... —he said, trying to free himself without success. Kaa smiled as his eyes began to glow with the characteristic spirals of colors.

"Ssshhh... Just watch... little reporter... and let me take control..."

The journalist's eyes met Kaa's spirals, and his resistance began to crumble. His body, increasingly immobile under the coils of the snake, no longer responded. His breathing became slower and shallower, while his mind began to lose itself in the hypnotic colors that danced before his eyes.

"You're... mine now..." Kaa hissed softly, as his tail tightened firmly around the journalist's muscular torso, trapping him completely.

The man, completely at the mercy of the snake, let his shoulders slump, his empty, bright eyes reflecting the hypnotic spirals. Unable to resist, Kaa enveloped him completely, squeezing his body tighter, enjoying his absolute control.

“We have plenty of time left... to play...” Kaa concluded, as his prey, hypnotized and completely submissive, fell under his power.

Kaa and the wedding guest

The wedding party was in full swing. Laughter, music, and lights dancing between the trees. Edward, a handsome guest, had spent part of the night flirting with a friend of the bride. After many knowing glances and smiles, they had finally decided to take a walk together to seek some privacy in the lush gardens surrounding the banquet.

“I'll wait for you at the fountain, there's no one there,” Edward whispered as he winked at the girl.

“Perfect, I won't be long, I'll just take the photo with the girls and find you there.”

With excitement running high, Edward entered the gardens, following a path lined with bushes until he reached a small fountain. He sat down on one of the benches, waiting for the girl to appear at any moment. But something wasn't right… The atmosphere, so lively at the party, was becoming increasingly strange and silent in that secluded corner.

Suddenly, a soft sound in the branches made him look around.

“Hello?” he asked, thinking that perhaps the girl had arrived without him noticing.

But instead of a female voice, what he found was something very different.

“Lonely, huh...?” a deep voice hissed from the nearby bushes.

Edward jumped, turning quickly towards the source of the sound. There, from the shadows, the hypnotic snake Kaa emerged, his huge body moving fluidly while his eyes already began to spin with spirals of color.

“What the...?” Edward stepped back, heart racing. “This... can't be real.”

Kaa smiled sinisterly, slowly gliding towards him, circling the fountain and approaching with a disturbing calm.

“Oh, but it isss... little human. And you've chosssen the perfect placcce for… a private meeting,” he hissed maliciously, his eyes slowly catching Edward's gaze.

The young man tried to look away, but the coils were beginning to exert a captivating power. He tried to move, but his legs felt heavy, as if the snake was already catching him, even though it hadn't touched his body yet.

“No… this is ridiculous, I… I have to go,” he said, shaking his head in an attempt to free himself from the attraction. However, Kaa had already begun his work.

“Sssshhh… there's no hurry. Jussst watch, relax… I guarantee it will be much more fun than anything elssse you had planned,” the snake hissed, coming closer and closer.

Edward tried to back away again, but Kaa's head was already in front of his, the coils now shining brightly in his eyes. Despite his efforts, he couldn't help but look at them, his will beginning to fade little by little.

“No… I can’t…” he murmured weakly, his shoulders slumping and his breathing slowing.

Kaa smiled, savoring victory as his body began to wrap around Edward from the feet, slowly rising, enjoying every moment.

“Of courssse you can… all you have to do isss… let yourssself go,” Kaa hissed, gently tightening his tail around the young man’s waist, who could barely resist anymore.

Edward’s eyes were completely empty, immersed in the hypnotic colors of the snake. There was no turning back now. Kaa wrapped his body tightly, imprisoning his arms against his torso, feeling how the human completely surrendered to his control.

“And now… it’sss time for you to disssappear from sssight for a while…” Kaa said, with a smile as he tightened his grip and began to slide with his prey deeper into the bushes.

Edward, now completely mesmerized, entangled in the snake's body and with a stupid smile drawn on his face, did not make a sound as he vanished into the shadows. The garden fell silent again.

A few minutes later, the girl appeared on the scene, looking for Edward.

"Edward?" she asked quietly, looking around. "That's strange... where could he have gone?"

She looked through the bushes and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Puzzled, she turned around and returned to the party, unaware that her playmate was no longer available... at least not to her.

Gianluca under King Delerion's control

King Delerion watched his new acquisition with a mixture of satisfaction and perversity. In front of him, with an expressionless face and empty eyes, was Gianluca, a famous model and influencer who had recently captured the attention of thousands on social media and reality TV shows. Now, in the dim light of the sorcerer's palace, nothing remained of that arrogance and spark that he used to have in front of the cameras; only a submissive man remained, trapped in a spell that reduced him to a mere object of desire and obedience.

Delerion approached him and caressed the staff, watching as the green sphere emitted a glow that reflected on the face of his new acquisition. The palace hall was plunged into an almost reverential silence, only broken by the sorcerer's low, satisfied laughter. In front of him, Gianluca remained motionless, his gaze lost in the distance, his eyes devoid of life and will, as if all the spark that once illuminated them had been extinguished by the magic that now dominated him.

"So you were the star of that gala, weren't you? So adored, so admired..." Delerion whispered, taking a step towards him and enjoying the power that emanated from absolute control over his new slave. "Thousands looked at you, desired you, envied you. But now... now, you belong only to me."

Gianluca did not move, his posture remained firm and upright, his body perfectly straight, obeying an invisible command that kept him in that submissive position. His lips moved slowly, as if the process of speaking was foreign to him, and he answered in a low, monotonous tone: "Only to you, my master."

Delerion smiled even wider, feeling his ego swell with every submissive word that escaped Gianluca's lips. "Do you miss anything from your previous life? Do you miss the fame, the flashbulbs, the people chanting your name?"

"No, my master," Gianluca replied, his voice echoing hollowly. "I exist only to serve you."

The sorcerer reveled in his victory, coming close enough for the staff's light to bathe Gianluca's face completely, accentuating the lack of expression, the utter submission in his empty eyes. "Very well, Gianluca," Delerion murmured, enjoying the name as if he were savoring an exquisite delicacy.

"Say it again. Tell me who you belong to."

"You, my master," Gianluca repeated, without hesitation, without wavering, without a hint of emotion.

Delerion laughed, proud of his handiwork. He had taken a man whose life was filled with adoration and applause and reduced him to a mere instrument of his will. And there was nothing that could match that power, that delicious feeling of absolute control.

A new order for Miguel

In the vast throne room of the palace, the green light of Delerion's staff shone with a hypnotic glow, casting dancing shadows on the tall marble columns. The sorcerer, a satisfied smile on his face, gazed at his slave Miguel, who remained on his knees before him, wearing a tight blue shirt that outlined his muscles. Miguel expressed no emotion; his gaze was fixed on nothing, his mind completely subservient to his master's will.

Delerion, twirling his staff lightly in a casual gesture, approached Miguel, appreciating every detail of his submissive posture.

"You look really impeccable, Miguel," he commented mockingly, reaching out to lift his chin. "A shaved beard suits you very well, too. It's a shame you can't see yourself… Although I suppose you don't need to worry about such things anymore, do you?"

Miguel remained emotionless and unmoved, like a doll responding to his master’s commands.

“Now tell me, Miguel,” Delerion continued, lacing his fingers together as he turned self-importantly to continue his speech with his back to his slave. “Do you have any friends as attractive and manly as you?”

“Yes, master, I have a friend who is perfect for your sexual desires” Miguel replied in a low, lifeless tone, as if reciting an indisputable fact.

“Ah, interesting,” Delerion turned back to him and let out a soft laugh. “How fortunate I am to have a slave with such good taste in friendships. Where does this man live that you say can meet my expectations?”

Miguel, without an ounce of doubt or hesitation, answered immediately.

“He lives in the center of the city, a few blocks from my apartment, in a high-rise building, on the tenth floor.”

“Perfect,” Delerion exclaimed, leaning forward and letting his voice take on a whispery, seductive tone. “We will pay a visit very soon. Thank you for the information, Miguel, I will ask you for more details later, but first... It's time to reward you for your... invaluable collaboration.” Delerion caressed his shaved cheek delicately, enjoying the softness of his skin.

“I think you deserve some attention. After all, it is a waste to leave you alone in this perfect state.”

With an elegant movement, Delerion took Miguel's face in his hands and gently lifted him up.

“Come, let's go to my chamber. I want to enjoy your obedience a little more... and your new appearance.” Delerion's smile widened as he began to lead the mesmerized detective to his chambers, where the door closed behind them, leaving only the echo of their footsteps in the vast hall.

Guiding Alan to his new fate

Delerion materialized in Alan's elegant apartment with a calm smile. The mirrors and windows reflected the green light emanating from his staff as the owner of the house stood up from the sofa with a serious and distrustful expression.

"Who the hell are you?" Alan asked, clearly annoyed by the invasion.

"Oh, Alan, I've come to find you." Delerion took a step forward, and the green jewel on his staff shone brightly. "A mutual friend told me about you."

"Miguel?" The name came from Alan's lips with a mix of surprise and concern. He hadn't heard from him for weeks, and his disappearance was a constant thorn in his side. However, the gleam in Delerion's eyes put him on guard, as if something was out of place.

"That's right," Delerion smiled, caressing the jewel on his staff. "Miguel asked me to find you. He's missed you, Alan."

“I don’t know who you are, but I’m not letting you get any closer.” Alan stepped forward, his muscles tense, ready to face Delerion if necessary.

The threat in his eyes was clear, but before he could do anything, Delerion raised his staff and a beam of green light enveloped Alan completely.

“Calm down, dear… There’s no need for violence.” Delerion walked towards him as Alan staggered, his gaze turning empty and lost. “Look at the light… let yourself be carried away by it. Relax.”

Alan’s arms, which had previously been prepared to attack, fell limp at his sides. His breathing slowed, his eyes, previously filled with fury, fixed on the green light emanating from Delerion’s staff.

“Yes…” he murmured, almost breathless, his voice losing any hint of rebellion. "As you wish…"

Delerion turned to a corner of the room and, with a graceful gesture, opened a portal that showed the magnificence of his palace. The white marble, the imposing columns and the emerald sparkles on the other side caught Alan’s attention, who, under Delerion’s complete control, stepped forward without question.

“Come, Alan,” Delerion whispered as he began to walk towards the portal. “It is time for you to join your friend.”

“Yes, my lord…” Alan replied, his soft, mechanical and submissive tone now completely mastered. With each step he took behind Delerion, he stepped deeper into his new destiny as part of the sorcerer’s harem, losing himself in the light that shone on the other side of the portal.

It's time to play

Delerion leaned back in his imposing chair, his lips curling into a smile as he looked at his two newest slaves. In front of him, Miguel and Alan stood motionless, their muscular bodies wrapped in elegant silk shirts that could barely contain their imposing physiques. Both of them had their gaze fixed on a point beyond Delerion, their eyes lifeless, immersed in the deep submission that the sorcerer had implanted in them.

“I like to see you like this, completely surrendered to my will,” Delerion commented with satisfaction, lightly moving the staff between his fingers. “Miguel, what is your purpose now?”

“To serve you, my master,” Miguel answered immediately, his voice emotionless, monotonous and obedient.

“And you, Alan?” Delerion asked, enjoying how the power flowed from his position, flooding the room.

“Serving you, my master,” Adam repeated, his words just as empty, just as submissive.

“Excellent.” Delerion stood up, walking slowly around the two men. His hands paused for a moment on Miguel’s chest, sliding a finger along the fabric and leaving a trail of heat on his skin. “You know, Miguel?” he murmured, leaning toward his ear. “You are becoming one of my favorite slaves. Always so obedient and submissive.”

“Thank you, my master,” Miguel replied without blinking, his voice without any inflection. “I live only to do your bidding.”

Delerion stepped away from him, now turning his attention to Adam. His eyes roamed over the man’s body, enjoying the way he stood upright, obedient and ready to do any command given to him.

“Alan, how do you feel about being here, under my absolute control?”

“I am honored to serve you, my master,” Adam replied, his words firm but empty, like an echo of what he once was.

Delerion stopped in front of them, his gaze scanning their impassive faces. A smile played on his lips as he spoke, his voice low and seductive.

“Now, I want you to do something for me. I want you to lick your fingers and squeeze your nipples.”

Miguel and Alan did not hesitate, their movements mechanical and precise.

As Miguel and Alan licked their fingers and squeezed their nipples, Delerion watched with interest as their bodies began to react. The tension in their muscles became more apparent, and their eyes, though empty, seemed to sparkle with a spark of excitement. Suddenly, their pants tightened in the crotch area, and Delerion smiled as he watched both men’s erections grow more prominent.

“Excellent,” Delerion murmured, his voice low and seductive.

Delerion unbuttoned his jacket in a slow, deliberate movement, allowing the garment to fall open and reveal his bare torso. Miguel and Alan’s bodies seemed to tense slightly as they sensed the change in the atmosphere in the room. Delerion smiled, knowing that his control over them was absolute, and that they could sense his power and seduction.

“Come to me…” Delerion said, his voice low and seductive.

Miguel and Alan approached Delerion with mechanical movements, their bodies responding to the command without hesitation. Their lips curved slightly as they met, forming a straight, firm line that approached Delerion’s mouth. The sorcerer closed his eyes, savoring the moment, as his slaves leaned toward him. Their lips brushed, and Delerion felt a shiver run down his spine as he sensed the absolute submission emanating from them. After a while enjoying how his slaves kissed his mouth, his neck, his chest and his torso, he moved away to give them a new order.

"Strip," he ordered bluntly.

The two slaves began to unbutton their silk shirts, which slid down their bodies until they fell to the floor, revealing two strong, corpulent and manly torsos. Then they took off their shoes and their lower half, remaining completely naked and allowing their master to see their erect virile members in all their splendor.

Delerion bent down, leaving his face right between the two banners of virility. With a gesture of his hand, he magically closed the door of the room, staying there alone all night enjoying the bodies of his two submissive slaves and spending a night of passion and domination that would leave a mark on the two friends.

Kaa and the bearded suited hunk

The man, a bit rushed in the morning, sat down with his cup of coffee and loosened his grey jacket to make himself more comfortable. The previous night had been long, and he was half asleep as he mentally reviewed his work schedule. His dark hair and beard gave him an elegant air, but there was something about his expression that revealed a certain natural clumsiness, as if his day was about to fall apart at any moment.

Kaa watched him from a corner of the dining room, entertained by the dazed aura of his next victim.

“My, my... what an interesssting thing we have here,” the snake whispered as it slithered silently towards him. The man did not notice Kaa's presence until he felt a coldness on the back of his neck and a low, serpentine voice speaking in his ear.

“Tired, little human? Looksss like you're not very awake,” Kaa murmured, a mocking smile on his reptilian face. The man, with a surprised expression, quickly raised his head and looked around, not quite understanding what was happening.

“Eh…? Who said that?” he asked confused, his eyes still a little sleepy. He was still unaware of the situation, much less of the threat he was about to face. Kaa, slowly sliding his tail around the man’s arm, began to skillfully weave his words.

“Shhh, don’t worry… it’s nothing ssserious… jussst, reeeelay, human…” The snake positioned itself in front of him, making sure its hypnotic eyes were in full view. The man froze for a second, frowning as he tried to understand what was happening.

“Wha… what’s going on here?” the man stammered, his eyes narrowing as he felt the gentle brush of Kaa’s tail around his torso. “I… I think I should go, yeah…” he tried to say, shifting his shoulders a little as if to push away the feeling. But it was too late. Kaa's eyes began to shine with those colorful rings that slowly caught the man's attention. At first, his eyes blinked rapidly, trying to resist, but the attraction was unstoppable.

“Ssstay... you're in no hurry... look at meee,,,,” Kaa whispered, coming even closer, his tail playfully caressing the man's beard. The bearded man tried to look away, turning his head to the side, but his curiosity got the better of him.

“Hey... this is weird... very weird,” he murmured, although his voice was already fading, losing firmness.

“Raaaare, you ssssay... hehe... I don't think ssso... this is exactly what you need,” Kaa replied as he brought his head closer to the man's face. “You're sssooo tired... let me help you relaxxx...” The snake was playing, enjoying the back and forth of the resistance that was slowly evaporating. The man's eyes, though they wanted to stay open, were getting heavier and heavier, trapped in those endless rings.

“No... I shouldn't... I have to... work...,” he tried to say, but his voice was barely a murmur. The man began to lean forward, as if his strength was leaving him, while Kaa held him with his tail ever tighter.

“Relaxxx... sssoon you won't have to worry about anything, jussst keep looking at me... jussst look at me...”

Finally, the man's eyes were completely filled with the hypnotic rings of color. His mouth, smiling stupidly, was no longer wordless. His facial expression was empty and dazed, deep in a trance. Kaa licked his lips, satisfied. “Good boy... now... let'sss play for a while...”