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.

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.

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.

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Gabriel Soto is hypnotized by King Delerion

Gabriel is a straight man who Delerion has been interested in for a long time, but the last time he tried to flirt with him he received an awkward rejection from the hunk. Now, with his new magical powers, Delerion will be able to carry out the plan that once failed him...

One ordinary day, Gabriel was in the hall of his mansion looking at himself in the entrance mirror just before going out to dinner with a girl he had flirted with the day before. At one point, a magical and barely perceptible projection of Delerion appeared in the hall. The dim light highlights the shadows on Delerion's face, while a bright, intense green flash emanates from his staff. This light is not accidental; it is the origin of his hypnotic power.

Delerion's projection disappeared and only the floating green light remained. Gabriel perceived that light in the reflection of the mirror, so he turned around, bewildered, and that was his big mistake, because he was completely hypnotized by the sorcerer's spell. His eyes, once full of life and distrust, are now empty, his mind completely subjected to the spell that surrounds him. His shoulders slump, his expression softens, as if all his strength had been drained. It gave the sensation that the house was deforming in an abstract and dreamlike way around Camilo and that floating light.

The floating green light began to move around the house and Gabriel, like an automaton, followed it. Gabriel's cell phone was in his room and it was ringing, it was the girl from the date who was calling him, but he did not listen, he could only follow that attractive green light, which led the man to the highest room in the house, and once there, that same light turned into a sculpture of a black phallus that shone with the same green glow.

Gabriel moved towards the phallus as he heard Delerion's voice inside him saying "Take the phallus. Take it now...".

The man obeyed and grabbed the figure, thus sealing the ritual and turning the hunk into a sexual slave forever.

In that instant the phallus disappeared and in its place the figure of Delerion materialized.

"Now you are at my service, you will be my obedient slave and you will do everything I order you to do," the sorcerer said.

"Yes, my master," Gabriel answered, completely hypnotized.

A malicious and surprised smile appeared on Delerion's face at the same time when he saw that what Maleficent promised him during the hard training was totally true.

The control is absolute, and Gabriel, who once might have tried to resist, is now under his power, a puppet whose invisible strings are manipulated by the young sorcerer. Everything that will happen from now on will depend solely on the dark designs of King Delerion.

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.