King Delerion Enjoying Miguel's Obedience

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.

Kaa and the handsome doctor

The news had been circulating everywhere in recent weeks. Newspaper headlines and television screens bore the same alarming message: “Giant snake hypnotizes its victims.” Authorities were at a loss as to how to handle the situation, as rumors spoke of a massive creature called Kaa, prowling the city, leaving a trail of men found in a deep trance-like state. Witnesses claimed to have seen the snake hypnotizing its prey with a gaze capable of bending even the strongest of wills. The media described its victims as helpless, trapped in a state of absolute submission after a brief interaction with the snake. Dr. Yazad, always skeptical of such stories, had dismissed the danger… until that afternoon, while he was alone in his office, a familiar reptilian presence made him doubt his skepticism.

Yazad sat in his office, exhausted but satisfied after a long day of work. His gaze wandered around the room, when suddenly he felt a slight shift in the air. A soft reptilian whisper echoed behind him.

“Tired, doctor?” a hissing voice said. Yazad tensed immediately, recognizing that voice.

“Kaa…” he muttered with some concern as he turned his chair slowly, trying to remain calm. In front of him, the giant snake watched him with a cunning expression, its eyes beginning to flash those characteristic hypnotic patterns he so feared.

“What are you doing here?” Yazad asked with a thread of doubt in his voice. He knew what Kaa was capable of. The tension in his body was increasing, though he tried to hide it.

Kaa let out a light laugh as he slid his body around the desk, approaching unhurriedly. “Oh, doctor… I jussst want to help you relax… You look ssso… tenssse.”

Yazad frowned, aware of what the snake was trying to do. "I don't need your 'help', Kaa. I'm fine."

The snake raised its head, coming even closer, until it was eye level with the doctor. "Sssure? Sssure enough to refussse a little moment of fun? You know... jussst a quick look..." it whispered, as its eyes began to shine more intensely, the spirals turning slowly but powerfully attractive.

Yazad closed his eyes tightly, resisting. "Kaa... I don't want to fall for your games. I don't need your control."

Kaa smiled, though with infinite patience. "No, it'sss not control I'm offering you... it'sss releassse. I jussst want to take that weight off your shouldersss..." His tail slid gently down Yazad's arm, wrapping around his wrist delicately. "Let me make you feel... light."

The doctor opened his eyes for a second, making the mistake of locking eyes with the snake. It was enough. Hypnotic patterns began to envelop his mind, confusing him. “No… I… I can’t…” he whispered, already feeling his will starting to weaken.

“Shhh… you don’t have to fight anymore… Jussst look into my eyes, Yazad… Let it all go away…” Kaa spoke in a soothing tone, as his gaze penetrated deep into the doctor’s soul. Yazan’s eyes, growing heavier, could no longer resist.

Finally, the doctor succumbed. His worried expression faded, replaced by a docile, empty smile. Kaa knew he had won.

“That’sss it… that’sss better, isssn’t it? Now… make yourssself comfortable…” The snake continued, as its tail gently coiled around Yazad’s body, caressing him gently, heading towards his legs, where it began to slide in a provocative manner.

Yazad, completely hypnotized, offered no resistance. His body was relaxed, immersed in an unreal peace, as Kaa caressed him without haste, enjoying the absolute control he had over him. The doctor, trapped in that deep trance, only smiled, his empty eyes reflecting the coils that kept him under the snake's spell.

"Jussst relax, doctor... everything isss fine now... There isss nothing elssse to do... jussst enjoy..." Kaa concluded, as his tail played freely, knowing that there would be no more resistance.

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.

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.

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..."

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