Kaa And Gaston

Kaa and Gaston

Gaston was in the forest of the kingdom, on his way to the house of a beautiful girl from the village whom he intended to seduce. His pride was palpable, and there was no doubt that he considered himself the center of the universe. From the shadows, a snake crept closer, its eyes already beginning to glow with a faint hypnotic glow. Kaa, the cunning reptile, had come in search of the hunter, not to hunt... but to recruit, since they had previously collaborated with other villains against the heroes and princesses of the Disney universe.

“Gassstooon...,” Kaa said, his voice dragging out the syllables as if the words were vines climbing the hunter's ego. “I heard that you're ssstill... the ssstrongessst on thisss ssside of the foressst.”

Gaston, without turning around, laughed disdainfully.

“Of course I am. No one can compare to me.” He threw the axe to the ground and crossed his arms, proud.

Kaa let out a meandering laugh, sliding down a nearby tree, his eyes already beginning to swirl, though still subtly.

“Ahhh, buuuut... what about outssside of thisss world?” Kaa asked, his tongue slipping through the words. “In the real world... there are other ssstrong men. And I could help you prove that you are the greatessst... in all the worldsss...”

Gaston turned his head, his brow furrowed.

“The real world? I don't care what happens there,” he said nonchalantly, though his words held the same air of superiority as always. “What happens to those... humans is not my problem. My place is here, and I have nothing to prove to anyone else.”

Kaa hissed, his smile growing wider as his eyes shone brighter.

"I'm not jussst talking to you about ssstrength, Gassston." he approached slowly, his coils beginning to ripple around him, but not yet surrounding the hunter. "In that world there isss influenccce, power, wealth... imagine what you could do if you had itsss people under your control... If you, Gassston, were the king of all..."

Gaston laughed, arrogant as always.

"I don't need any of that, Kaa. I'm the king here. The strongest, the most admired. What you do with those insignificant humans is your problem, not mine. And I don't need your help."

The snake dropped a look of feigned disappointment, and then, without Gaston quite noticing, Kaa's eyes began to glow brighter, colors swirling in hypnotic patterns.

"Ohhh, Gassston... what an unambitiousss decisssion..." Kaa whispered, as his tail slowly began to approach the hunter. "Maybe... it'sss because you don't sssee it clearly yet..."

Gaston opened his mouth to reply, but something stopped him. His eyes, once defiant, met Kaa's, and for a moment, his body tensed. The colors spun and spun, and although Gaston tried to look away, he felt unable to do so.

"Don't...do it..." he said with a slight hesitation, trying to resist. But Kaa didn't let go of his hold.

"Don't worry... I'll help you sssee... what you really need..." Kaa said, and his voice became softer, more insistent. The colors in his eyes increased in intensity, swirling in hypnotic spirals that attracted Gaston's mind, weakening his resistance.

The hunter's muscles, which were always tense and dominant, began to relax involuntarily. His breathing slowed, and his gaze was locked on Kaa's eyes, which now seemed to occupy his entire field of vision.

"Kaa..." Gaston tried to say, but his voice sounded weak, almost sleepy.

"Ohhh, jussst relaxxx, Gassston... let me take control... There'sss no point in you resssisssting..." Kaa murmured sweetly, as he began to slide his coils around the hunter's body, wrapping around him gently, squeezing just enough to remind him who had the power.

Gaston's eyes, increasingly empty, were completely lost in the spirals. There was no more fight in him. All that was left was passive obedience, trapped by Kaa's hypnotic colors.

"Yeeessss... that'sss better, don't you think? Now you will do everything I tell you..." Kaa whispered as Gaston remained mesmerized with a stupid and exaggerated smile drawn on his face, his mind completely subdued. "Together... we will rule all the worldsss... but firssst, you will help me in the real world."

Without saying a word, Gaston obediently followed Kaa, sunk in a deep trance, turned into another of his toys.

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.

Oscar hypnotized by King Delerion

This time, Delerion has set his sights on Oscar, an ambitious man who used to use his beauty to seduce rich women and take advantage of their money. The handsome guy was unaware of the sorcerer's dark powers.

Oscar had gone on a trip with one of his rich lovers. That morning he was sightseeing in a mysterious and ancient stone castle, away from the area where there were people and wandering through the ruins looking for something that would catch his attention to get out of boredom, since he cared little or nothing about culture. At one point he sat down to rest on a rock of the monument, even though he knew that this was forbidden. That was when the sorcerer who followed him in the shadows took advantage to carry out his plan.

Without knowing it, Oscar had become the next target of Delerion, who had already prepared the ritual to dominate his mind. The sorcerer projected his image on the place. Like a barely visible shadow, it briefly materialized a few meters away from Oscar, who did not notice the wizard's presence at the time. Then, Delerion's image disappeared and turned into a floating green light.

Hypnotized by the glow of the light that called him, and listening to the wizard's whispers saying his name, Oscar stared. The light began to walk through some intricate corridors, whose access was forbidden to tourists, and he followed it, completely caught in the spell, hardly noticing how the light made his thoughts fade, trapping him in a state of trance. He felt how his body walked on its own, as if the green light pulled him and nullified his will. It was as if time and space were deformed around him, and the only fixed point in the world was that green light that called him.

The light led Oscar to a small room in the ruins that functioned as a courtyard hidden between high walls, and there, in the center of the place, the hypnotic energy that had attracted the handsome man turned into a black phallic sculpture that glowed with the same green aura.

Suddenly, Delerion's voice echoed in Oscar's mind, calm and authoritative:

"Take the phallus, Oscar. You are mine now."

Without question, Oscar reached out, taking the phallus. As soon as his fingers pressed the cold surface of the sculpture, his mind shut down completely, his thoughts extinguished, and a single certainty dominated him: obey Delerion. As the phallus faded in his hands, the figure of the sorcerer appeared before him, real and tangible this time.

"From this moment on, you will do my will." Delerion said with a triumphant smile. "You will be my faithful slave."

Oscar, his eyes empty and his mind trapped, nodded slowly.

“Yes, master.” he replied without hesitation, in an almost robotic tone.

Delerion’s power had triumphed again, and now, with Oscar under his control, the sorcerer prepared to take him to his palace and use him in his dark games, without the man even being able to imagine the destiny full of perversion and lust that awaited him.

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.

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.

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.