Kaa And The Vain Hunk

Kaa and the vain hunk

It was just another afternoon, and Alex, proud of his physique and style, had decided it was time to update his Instagram profile. Dressed in a tight shirt that flattered his figure and ripped jeans that gave him a casual air, he settled down on the floor of his living room. With his phone leaning against the wall, he used the timer to take a series of photos, looking for the perfect pose. He knew his followers would appreciate every detail: the casual look, the well-groomed beard, and above all, the confidence he radiated.

As he settled in for the next photo, a gentle glide behind him went unnoticed. The afternoon lights filtered soft shadows through the windows, and among those shadows, something moved. A long, sinuous snake, with eyes full of cunning and ancient power, watched silently. Kaa had been stalking Alex for days, intrigued by his confidence and vanity. Humans like him always fell easily for his charms, and the snake had already decided that Alex would be next.

“My, my…” Kaa whispered in a soft, honeyed voice, making Alex pause for a moment, surprised.

“Who...?” Alex turned his head looking for the source of the voice, but saw no one. “Must have been my imagination…” he muttered to himself, refocusing on the camera.

But the voice came back, closer this time, more enveloping. “Do you like what you sssee, human? I’ve been watching you... ssso focusssed on yourssself, ssstriving for perfection. You don’t need that camera, you know? I can help you sssee the best in you.”

Alex frowned, feeling a chill run down his spine. Then, suddenly, he saw it. Kaa, the massive snake, slithered from the shadows, his eyes glowing with a hypnotic light. “What the...?” Alex tried to get up, but his back collided with the chair, and before he could move, the snake was at his side, circling him with its body in a slow, captivating dance.

"Don't be ssscared, little one," Kaa said in a seductive tone. "I'm here to help you... relax, yesss... relax and let me show you what you really need."

Alex, still dazed, tried to resist, but something in the snake's voice kept him glued to his place. "What do you want?" he managed to say, although his voice already showed signs of hesitation.

Kaa smiled. "I jussst want you to look at me... look at my eyesss... ssso beautiful, aren't they? Ssso bright... ssso full of... power..."

Alex felt his body begin to give out. His muscles relaxed, his mind began to cloud over. Kaa's eyes were hypnotic, and despite knowing he should resist, his eyelids began to droop heavily. "No... I... I have to..." But the words faded from his lips as the coils in the snake's eyes consumed him completely.

"Shh, easssy... let yourself go, Alex. You don't have to think... jussst look at me, and lisssten to my voice... everything is easssier thisss way..." Kaa's words flowed like a soft melody, enveloping him in an atmosphere of peace and submission.

Alex's eyes, which had previously shone with confidence and vanity, were now lost in the spirals that spun and spun endlessly. His mouth curved into a silly smile, as if he were in a deep sleep that he didn't want to wake up from. Thoughts of likes, followers, and selfies faded away, replaced by a deep need to obey, to not think.

"Alright, human..." Kaa whispered triumphantly as his body wrapped around Alex carefully. "There'sss nothing left to think about. You're mine now, and it'll feel ssso good to let me lead you."

Alex could no longer respond, his mind had been completely taken over. He slumped against the chair, his back supported, his body motionless, completely hypnotized. The phone continued recording, capturing the last image of his session: a big, strong man, defeated and controlled, with a satisfied smile and empty eyes, surrendered to the power of Kaa.

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.

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.

Party guest hypnotized by King Delerion

After having used his hypnotic powers on Gabriel, Delerion asked his new slave to introduce him to male friends he might like. Gabriel took advantage of the fact that, before being hypnotized, he had received an invitation from a friend to go to a party at her luxurious villa and told his master that a very handsome friend of his would be attending. Delerion allowed Gabriel to go to the party, as he would accompany him in the shadows and without anyone noticing.

Gabriel was right, his friend was very handsome and his glasses gave him an intellectual edge that the sorcerer found exciting, so he took advantage of a moment when the guy went out to relax in the garden to apply on him the same hypnosis ritual that had worked so well on Gabriel. This time the green light led his hypnotized victim out of the house. In an alley, the phallic sculpture that would seal the ritual was summoned, which was obviously touched by the hypnotized guy, so the spell worked and Delerion appeared in front of him.

"From now on you are under my command. You will be my slave and you will obey all my orders." dictated the sorcerer.

"Yes, master. I am at your command." answered Gabriel's friend.

"Go back to the party and act as if nothing had happened so as not to raise suspicions. We will see each other again in a while." ordered Delerion.

"Yes, master."

After that answer, the hypnotized guy returned to the party. There was Gabriel, acting like a normal person and without it being noticeable at all that he was being mentally controlled. At one point during the party, Delerion communicated telepathically with him to inform him that the plan had been a complete success and that his next order was to lie to the guests so that he and his friend would leave the party without anything strange or suspicious appearing.

A little while later, Delerion's two slaves left the house and crossed a secret portal opened by the sorcerer to return to him.

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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.