Kaa And The Reporter

Kaa and the reporter

In the cluttered office, with case papers strewn across the desk, the journalist leaned over his computer, typing furiously. The story of the “hypnotic snake” had obsessed him for weeks. He had tracked multiple cases of men who would disappear for a time and then reappear in a trance-like state, unable to remember what had happened to them. However, the details were always vague, almost as if they were being wiped from their minds.

“It can’t be real…” he muttered to himself, frowning as he went through the notes again. “A snake that controls people’s minds? This has to be an urban myth, some kind of scam…”

Unbeknownst to him, the very snake he had been investigating was watching him from the shadows. Kaa had slipped into the office, moving between the dark corners. The journalist was so engrossed in his work that he didn’t notice the creature’s presence until it was too late.

Suddenly, a hissing voice filled the room.

“Sssurprised… little…?”

The reporter shot up, quickly spinning in his chair to find himself face to face with the snake he had been investigating. His eyes widened.

“You…! You’re real!” he exclaimed, instinctively backing away, his heart racing.

Kaa smiled mischievously, his body slowly beginning to encircle the reporter from his feet, up his legs without him noticing at first.

“I’ve heard so many thingssss about you… so much obsession with my little game…” Kaa hissed, moving ever closer. “But it seems it’s your turn now… to play with me.”

The reporter tried to move away, but Kaa’s body already had him trapped. The snake’s cold scales began to gently squeeze, squeezing his thighs, up his torso, until he could no longer move.

“No… Wait!” This can't be happening... —he said, trying to free himself without success. Kaa smiled as his eyes began to glow with the characteristic spirals of colors.

"Ssshhh... Just watch... little reporter... and let me take control..."

The journalist's eyes met Kaa's spirals, and his resistance began to crumble. His body, increasingly immobile under the coils of the snake, no longer responded. His breathing became slower and shallower, while his mind began to lose itself in the hypnotic colors that danced before his eyes.

"You're... mine now..." Kaa hissed softly, as his tail tightened firmly around the journalist's muscular torso, trapping him completely.

The man, completely at the mercy of the snake, let his shoulders slump, his empty, bright eyes reflecting the hypnotic spirals. Unable to resist, Kaa enveloped him completely, squeezing his body tighter, enjoying his absolute control.

“We have plenty of time left... to play...” Kaa concluded, as his prey, hypnotized and completely submissive, fell under his power.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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