Jon And Kaa

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 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.

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.

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..."

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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.