Party Guest Hypnotized By King Delerion

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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