Daniel Hypnotized By King Delerion

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.

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.

Prince Charming hypnotized by Jafar

Prince Charming had come to the kingdom of Agrabah seeking an alliance with the Sultan. His reputation as the noblest of princes preceded him, and his confidence that he would strike a deal was unwavering. But what he didn't know was that Jafar, the Sultan's Machiavellian advisor, had other plans. As the prince strolled through the lush palace gardens, admiring the fountains and exotic scents, a dark figure appeared in his path.

"Prince Charming," Jafar said in his deep, honeyed voice, bowing his head slightly, "what a pleasure to have a man of your caliber in our humble city."

Charming, with his regal bearing, looked at him curiously. "Jafar, the celebrated advisor. I have heard of you. I hope we can work together to strengthen our kingdoms."

Jafar smiled, though there was more than just kindness in his dark eyes. “Of course, Your Highness. I’m sure we can find a… mutually beneficial solution. Though, I must admit, I’m surprised by your visit without first consulting the wise men of your court. Agrabah is a… complicated place.”

The prince frowned, not noticing the veiled threat in Jafar’s words. “I have come on my own, I trust my own judgment.”

“Ah, the courage of a prince. Admirable.” Jafar brought his snake staff closer, allowing the golden gleam of the jewel in the reptile’s eyes to catch Charming’s attention. “But even the bravest need advice from time to time. Perhaps you could see things from another perspective.”

The prince tried to look away, but the glint of the ruby ​​on the scepter began to mesmerize him. “I don’t need advice. I’m… completely confident in my decisions,” he said, though his voice began to waver.

“Sure?” Jafar’s voice grew softer, more enveloping, as the ruby ​​sparkled brighter. "Just look... look closer."

Charming, still proud, tried to resist, but his eyes were drawn to the snake's hypnotic glare. His breathing slowed, and his will began to falter. "Perhaps... perhaps I should consider another option..."

"That's right," Jafar whispered, moving closer with his snake-like smile. "Let me guide your thoughts, prince. Just trust me... everything will become clearer."

Charming, his gaze vacant and his body relaxed, echoed, "Everything will become clearer... I trust you..."

Jafar chuckled, satisfied. He now had the noble prince at his mercy, ready to execute any wish his Machiavellian plan demanded.

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.

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.