Hypnotizing The Host

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.

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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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..."

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.