Kaa And The Stylish Businessman

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..."

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.

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.

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..."

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.

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.