Dimitri Hypnotized By Jafar

Dimitri hypnotized by Jafar

The grand hall of Empress Dagmar's palace was illuminated by the golden light of oil lamps, filling the air with a warm glow. Dimitri, who had come to visit Princess Anastasia, was walking through its luxurious halls, the same Dimitri who had been a con man, was now the boyfriend of the Empress's reappeared granddaughter and his life was filled with calm.

But that calm would be shattered very soon.

Jafar, his stealthy figure covered by his dark cloak, had penetrated the palace's defenses. Like a shadow, he had gone unnoticed by everyone. He knew that the last artifact he needed to increase his hypnotic powers was hidden in some chamber of the palace, kept secret by Empress Dagmar. He couldn't risk being discovered, so he decided to find someone within the palace who could do his dirty work for him. Someone like Dimitri, with a past of cunning and deceit.

Jafar emerged from the shadows and walked over to where Dimitri stood alone. His tall, menacing figure made Dimitri turn immediately, recognizing the villain from the stories he had heard of Aladdin.

"Jafar..." Dimitri said the name dismissively. "I don't care what you're doing here, but I assure you that you won't get away unscathed if you keep going."

"Ah, Dimitri, my dear boy..." Jafar replied, drawing out the syllables as if he enjoyed the tension he had caused. "I'm not looking for trouble, I just need... a favor."

Dimitri narrowed his eyes, wary. His instincts told him to walk away.

"You know I don't do favors for guys like you. Besides, I don't want any trouble with the Empress. If you leave now, no one will know you were here. Otherwise, I'll have to call the guards."

Jafar let out a sinister chuckle and raised his snake scepter, slowly bringing it closer to Dimitri's face. The reptile's eyes began to glow, casting an eerie glow into the young man's eyes.

"No, Dimitri. You will not call anyone... What you will do is very simple." Jafar's voice became soft, hypnotic. "You will bring me the artifact that is hidden in this palace... the artifact that I need..."

Dimitri tried to back away, but his eyes met those of the scepter, and his body began to lose its tension. The glow of the snake's eyes enveloped him, slowly extinguishing his will. He tried to fight, but he could not look away.

"I will bring you... the artifact... that you need..." Dimitri repeated, his voice now robotic and monotonous.

"Yes... You will be my faithful servant... you will bring it to me without anyone knowing," Jafar continued, enjoying watching Dimitri's mind bend to his power.

"I will bring it to you... without anyone knowing..." Dimitri muttered, completely dominated.

"Now go," Jafar ordered. "Look for it in the Empress's secret chamber. You will not stop until you find it."

"I will not stop... until I find it..."

Dimitri, his eyes glassy and empty, turned and began to walk through the halls of the palace, as if an invisible force was guiding him. He was not aware of his actions, he only obeyed.

Jafar followed at a safe distance, watching as Dimitri headed without hesitation towards a large door at the end of a dark corridor. The young man, under the influence of the spell, opened the door effortlessly, revealing the Empress's secret chamber. There, in the center, surrounded by a dim magical light, rested the artifact that Jafar desired: an ancient jewel, embedded in a carved pedestal.

Dimitri stepped forward without hesitation, taking the jewel and placing it in his hands, handing it over to Jafar without resistance.

“Here you have… the artifact you need…” Dimitri said, his voice completely devoid of emotion.

Jafar took the artifact, his face showing a smile of triumph. The magic contained within the jewel would increase his already fearsome hypnotic abilities, making him practically invincible. But not only that. There was a new “prize” in his possession: Dimitri.

“You have done well, Dimitri… Now you will be mine forever.” Jafar raised the scepter again, and Dimitri’s eyes shone brightly as his mind fell even deeper into trance.

“I will be yours… forever…” Dimitri repeated, completely subdued.

“Perfect. Now, accompany me to Agrabah. There, you will join my other servants… forever at my side.” —Jafar chuckled as he led the hypnotized Dimitri out of the palace, his newest acquisition for his growing harem of hypnotized slaves.

Dimitri walked meekly behind him, putting up no resistance, unaware that his fate was now sealed as a slave under Jafar's will.

Kaa and the bearded suited hunk

The man, a bit rushed in the morning, sat down with his cup of coffee and loosened his grey jacket to make himself more comfortable. The previous night had been long, and he was half asleep as he mentally reviewed his work schedule. His dark hair and beard gave him an elegant air, but there was something about his expression that revealed a certain natural clumsiness, as if his day was about to fall apart at any moment.

Kaa watched him from a corner of the dining room, entertained by the dazed aura of his next victim.

“My, my... what an interesssting thing we have here,” the snake whispered as it slithered silently towards him. The man did not notice Kaa's presence until he felt a coldness on the back of his neck and a low, serpentine voice speaking in his ear.

“Tired, little human? Looksss like you're not very awake,” Kaa murmured, a mocking smile on his reptilian face. The man, with a surprised expression, quickly raised his head and looked around, not quite understanding what was happening.

“Eh…? Who said that?” he asked confused, his eyes still a little sleepy. He was still unaware of the situation, much less of the threat he was about to face. Kaa, slowly sliding his tail around the man’s arm, began to skillfully weave his words.

“Shhh, don’t worry… it’s nothing ssserious… jussst, reeeelay, human…” The snake positioned itself in front of him, making sure its hypnotic eyes were in full view. The man froze for a second, frowning as he tried to understand what was happening.

“Wha… what’s going on here?” the man stammered, his eyes narrowing as he felt the gentle brush of Kaa’s tail around his torso. “I… I think I should go, yeah…” he tried to say, shifting his shoulders a little as if to push away the feeling. But it was too late. Kaa's eyes began to shine with those colorful rings that slowly caught the man's attention. At first, his eyes blinked rapidly, trying to resist, but the attraction was unstoppable.

“Ssstay... you're in no hurry... look at meee,,,,” Kaa whispered, coming even closer, his tail playfully caressing the man's beard. The bearded man tried to look away, turning his head to the side, but his curiosity got the better of him.

“Hey... this is weird... very weird,” he murmured, although his voice was already fading, losing firmness.

“Raaaare, you ssssay... hehe... I don't think ssso... this is exactly what you need,” Kaa replied as he brought his head closer to the man's face. “You're sssooo tired... let me help you relaxxx...” The snake was playing, enjoying the back and forth of the resistance that was slowly evaporating. The man's eyes, though they wanted to stay open, were getting heavier and heavier, trapped in those endless rings.

“No... I shouldn't... I have to... work...,” he tried to say, but his voice was barely a murmur. The man began to lean forward, as if his strength was leaving him, while Kaa held him with his tail ever tighter.

“Relaxxx... sssoon you won't have to worry about anything, jussst keep looking at me... jussst look at me...”

Finally, the man's eyes were completely filled with the hypnotic rings of color. His mouth, smiling stupidly, was no longer wordless. His facial expression was empty and dazed, deep in a trance. Kaa licked his lips, satisfied. “Good boy... now... let'sss play for a while...”

It's time to play

Delerion leaned back in his imposing chair, his lips curling into a smile as he looked at his two newest slaves. In front of him, Miguel and Alan stood motionless, their muscular bodies wrapped in elegant silk shirts that could barely contain their imposing physiques. Both of them had their gaze fixed on a point beyond Delerion, their eyes lifeless, immersed in the deep submission that the sorcerer had implanted in them.

“I like to see you like this, completely surrendered to my will,” Delerion commented with satisfaction, lightly moving the staff between his fingers. “Miguel, what is your purpose now?”

“To serve you, my master,” Miguel answered immediately, his voice emotionless, monotonous and obedient.

“And you, Alan?” Delerion asked, enjoying how the power flowed from his position, flooding the room.

“Serving you, my master,” Adam repeated, his words just as empty, just as submissive.

“Excellent.” Delerion stood up, walking slowly around the two men. His hands paused for a moment on Miguel’s chest, sliding a finger along the fabric and leaving a trail of heat on his skin. “You know, Miguel?” he murmured, leaning toward his ear. “You are becoming one of my favorite slaves. Always so obedient and submissive.”

“Thank you, my master,” Miguel replied without blinking, his voice without any inflection. “I live only to do your bidding.”

Delerion stepped away from him, now turning his attention to Adam. His eyes roamed over the man’s body, enjoying the way he stood upright, obedient and ready to do any command given to him.

“Alan, how do you feel about being here, under my absolute control?”

“I am honored to serve you, my master,” Adam replied, his words firm but empty, like an echo of what he once was.

Delerion stopped in front of them, his gaze scanning their impassive faces. A smile played on his lips as he spoke, his voice low and seductive.

“Now, I want you to do something for me. I want you to lick your fingers and squeeze your nipples.”

Miguel and Alan did not hesitate, their movements mechanical and precise.

As Miguel and Alan licked their fingers and squeezed their nipples, Delerion watched with interest as their bodies began to react. The tension in their muscles became more apparent, and their eyes, though empty, seemed to sparkle with a spark of excitement. Suddenly, their pants tightened in the crotch area, and Delerion smiled as he watched both men’s erections grow more prominent.

“Excellent,” Delerion murmured, his voice low and seductive.

Delerion unbuttoned his jacket in a slow, deliberate movement, allowing the garment to fall open and reveal his bare torso. Miguel and Alan’s bodies seemed to tense slightly as they sensed the change in the atmosphere in the room. Delerion smiled, knowing that his control over them was absolute, and that they could sense his power and seduction.

“Come to me…” Delerion said, his voice low and seductive.

Miguel and Alan approached Delerion with mechanical movements, their bodies responding to the command without hesitation. Their lips curved slightly as they met, forming a straight, firm line that approached Delerion’s mouth. The sorcerer closed his eyes, savoring the moment, as his slaves leaned toward him. Their lips brushed, and Delerion felt a shiver run down his spine as he sensed the absolute submission emanating from them. After a while enjoying how his slaves kissed his mouth, his neck, his chest and his torso, he moved away to give them a new order.

"Strip," he ordered bluntly.

The two slaves began to unbutton their silk shirts, which slid down their bodies until they fell to the floor, revealing two strong, corpulent and manly torsos. Then they took off their shoes and their lower half, remaining completely naked and allowing their master to see their erect virile members in all their splendor.

Delerion bent down, leaving his face right between the two banners of virility. With a gesture of his hand, he magically closed the door of the room, staying there alone all night enjoying the bodies of his two submissive slaves and spending a night of passion and domination that would leave a mark on the two friends.

Gaston hypnotized by Jafar

It was a dark, cold night in the woods near Gaston's village. The hunter, arrogant as ever, was returning from a hunt with his chest puffed out with pride. However, as he entered the clearing, a tall, dark figure was waiting for him by the roadside. Jafar, his cloak billowing and his scepter glinting in the moonlight, watched Gaston's every move.

"What are you doing here, Jafar?" Gaston asked, stopping, suspicious. He knew the sorcerer and knew that nothing good came from his presence.

Jafar smiled, an enigmatic and dangerous smile.

"I come to offer you an alliance, Gaston. Together we could rule more than just a village... we could have the world at our feet," Jafar said, his voice seductive and velvety.

Gaston laughed.

"You and me?" he said mockingly. "I'm not interested in allying myself with someone like you. I'm not stupid, Jafar." I have heard your stories... your obsession with men. I have no part in that.

Jafar's eyes narrowed. He knew Gaston would not be easily manipulated, at least not with words. But he had not come this far to be told no by an ego-inflated hunter.

"Ah, Gaston... always so sure of yourself. But, perhaps you do not know what power truly is..." Jafar said softly as he raised his scepter, the golden reflection of the snake shining in the dim light.

Gaston's eyes instinctively moved to the scepter, unwillingly drawn to the glow. Before he could react, the hypnotic light began to envelop him, slithering through his mind like a snake through undergrowth.

"Look at me, Gaston... do not resist... and listen closely..." Jafar whispered.

"I am listening closely..." Gaston repeated, his voice lower, tone muffled.

“You will be mine… you will be part of my court… a loyal and obedient servant…” Jafar continued, his smile widening as Gaston’s eyes began to glow with that familiar reddish color.

“I will be yours… part of your court… loyal… obedient…” Gaston repeated, his characteristic voice now hollow, his hardened features softening under the sorcerer’s magic.

“You will no longer have to worry about resisting, Gaston… now, you will obey me without question.” Jafar brought the scepter a little closer, consolidating control.

“I will not worry about resisting… I will obey you… without question…” Gaston murmured, now completely under Jafar’s control.

Jafar, satisfied, lowered the scepter and gently caressed the cheek of his new acquisition.

“Well done, my dear Gaston.” From now on, you will be mine... and I will take you to Agrabah, where you will serve in my harem... eternally," Jafar said with a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

"I will be yours... I will serve in your harem... eternally..." Gaston repeated, his will completely nullified.

With a twist of his cape and a puff of dark smoke, Jafar and his new servant disappeared, leaving behind only the silence of the woods. Now, the proud hunter would become just another piece of Jafar's sinister plan in Agrabah.

Guiding Alan to his new fate

Delerion materialized in Alan's elegant apartment with a calm smile. The mirrors and windows reflected the green light emanating from his staff as the owner of the house stood up from the sofa with a serious and distrustful expression.

"Who the hell are you?" Alan asked, clearly annoyed by the invasion.

"Oh, Alan, I've come to find you." Delerion took a step forward, and the green jewel on his staff shone brightly. "A mutual friend told me about you."

"Miguel?" The name came from Alan's lips with a mix of surprise and concern. He hadn't heard from him for weeks, and his disappearance was a constant thorn in his side. However, the gleam in Delerion's eyes put him on guard, as if something was out of place.

"That's right," Delerion smiled, caressing the jewel on his staff. "Miguel asked me to find you. He's missed you, Alan."

“I don’t know who you are, but I’m not letting you get any closer.” Alan stepped forward, his muscles tense, ready to face Delerion if necessary.

The threat in his eyes was clear, but before he could do anything, Delerion raised his staff and a beam of green light enveloped Alan completely.

“Calm down, dear… There’s no need for violence.” Delerion walked towards him as Alan staggered, his gaze turning empty and lost. “Look at the light… let yourself be carried away by it. Relax.”

Alan’s arms, which had previously been prepared to attack, fell limp at his sides. His breathing slowed, his eyes, previously filled with fury, fixed on the green light emanating from Delerion’s staff.

“Yes…” he murmured, almost breathless, his voice losing any hint of rebellion. "As you wish…"

Delerion turned to a corner of the room and, with a graceful gesture, opened a portal that showed the magnificence of his palace. The white marble, the imposing columns and the emerald sparkles on the other side caught Alan’s attention, who, under Delerion’s complete control, stepped forward without question.

“Come, Alan,” Delerion whispered as he began to walk towards the portal. “It is time for you to join your friend.”

“Yes, my lord…” Alan replied, his soft, mechanical and submissive tone now completely mastered. With each step he took behind Delerion, he stepped deeper into his new destiny as part of the sorcerer’s harem, losing himself in the light that shone on the other side of the portal.

A new order for Miguel

In the vast throne room of the palace, the green light of Delerion's staff shone with a hypnotic glow, casting dancing shadows on the tall marble columns. The sorcerer, a satisfied smile on his face, gazed at his slave Miguel, who remained on his knees before him, wearing a tight blue shirt that outlined his muscles. Miguel expressed no emotion; his gaze was fixed on nothing, his mind completely subservient to his master's will.

Delerion, twirling his staff lightly in a casual gesture, approached Miguel, appreciating every detail of his submissive posture.

"You look really impeccable, Miguel," he commented mockingly, reaching out to lift his chin. "A shaved beard suits you very well, too. It's a shame you can't see yourself… Although I suppose you don't need to worry about such things anymore, do you?"

Miguel remained emotionless and unmoved, like a doll responding to his master’s commands.

“Now tell me, Miguel,” Delerion continued, lacing his fingers together as he turned self-importantly to continue his speech with his back to his slave. “Do you have any friends as attractive and manly as you?”

“Yes, master, I have a friend who is perfect for your sexual desires” Miguel replied in a low, lifeless tone, as if reciting an indisputable fact.

“Ah, interesting,” Delerion turned back to him and let out a soft laugh. “How fortunate I am to have a slave with such good taste in friendships. Where does this man live that you say can meet my expectations?”

Miguel, without an ounce of doubt or hesitation, answered immediately.

“He lives in the center of the city, a few blocks from my apartment, in a high-rise building, on the tenth floor.”

“Perfect,” Delerion exclaimed, leaning forward and letting his voice take on a whispery, seductive tone. “We will pay a visit very soon. Thank you for the information, Miguel, I will ask you for more details later, but first... It's time to reward you for your... invaluable collaboration.” Delerion caressed his shaved cheek delicately, enjoying the softness of his skin.

“I think you deserve some attention. After all, it is a waste to leave you alone in this perfect state.”

With an elegant movement, Delerion took Miguel's face in his hands and gently lifted him up.

“Come, let's go to my chamber. I want to enjoy your obedience a little more... and your new appearance.” Delerion's smile widened as he began to lead the mesmerized detective to his chambers, where the door closed behind them, leaving only the echo of their footsteps in the vast hall.