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Pool day are the best!
i have two sides
man titties under the cut
femboy and big buff guy
no but in all seriousness, the top one is me but femboy. bc i found this one artist, their name is puppipawz i think?? such cute art!! i love their style. but they inspired that. i’m just a dog:3
and the bottom one is how i wish to look one day. i wanna be a big buff guy. maybe like a gay bear.
again. i have two sides…. sigh…./hj
Kaa and the bear boy
Kaa also likes bears. Well, the hypnotic snake likes all kind of guys😏
Under the control of the snake, the boy felt the need to give himself a little pleasure😈
Kaa and the police officer
It was a quiet morning on a deserted road that wound through the woods. The burly Officer Bagley was on routine patrol. He had heard rumors of strange animals in the area, but he didn't think much of it, until he caught sight of something moving up ahead. He braked immediately, watching a large figure slowly crawling from the trees. A snake, much longer than he had ever seen, blocked the way. Instinctively, he got out of the car, thinking he could push the animal away, but something in the creature's eyes made him pause. A colorful pattern of hypnotic circles began to invade his vision.
"Come, human... come clossser, don't be afraid," Kaa whispered, his eyes projecting colorful circles that merged into the officer's mind. Bagley tried to resist, but his feet seemed to move on their own, bringing him closer to the snake, as if each step was an order he couldn't disobey. “Look into my eyesss… there isss no need to ssstruggle…” Kaa continued, as his prey could no longer look away, a stupid grin beginning to spread across his face, his will completely being overridden. Kaa elegantly coiled around the cop’s body, squeezing with a gentle yet firm pressure. Bagley’s mind was empty, no thoughts of his own, just a deep calm. “That’sss it… relax… you belong only to me now.”
Kaa watched him with satisfaction, feeling the officer’s still body under his control. The man, once filled with authority and strength, was now just another slave under his rule. “You will have a purpossse in my collection, my dear officccer,” the snake whispered, as his body continued to squeeze, ensuring not a trace of struggle remained in him. “You will be obedient, sssubmissive… and remember nothing but the desssire to ssserve me.” Bagley’s stupid grin became even more pronounced, his mind completely lost in the snake’s control. Kaa smiled as he watched, enjoying the success of having caught a valuable new prey.
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.
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.
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.
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..."
Trent's bretrayed and hypnotized
Emir had successfully completed the mission Delerion had entrusted to him. Now, his best friend Trent stood before him, bound and gagged, struggling uselessly against the ropes that imprisoned him. His eyes, filled with fury and terror, kept shooting him glances that burned him from the depths of his soul. Emir knew he had betrayed him, but Delerion's will was absolute, unbreakable.
"My lord," Emir said, bowing before Delerion, who entered the dungeon with his elegant gait, his staff shining in his hand, "I have brought my friend as you ordered."
Delerion smiled, his expression full of mockery and cruelty. He approached the prisoner, his steps echoing on the cold stones of the floor, and with a simple gesture, he released the gag from Trent's mouth. Feeling the freedom on his lips, he was quick to spit out his frustration.
"If this is a joke, it's not fucking funny, Emir!" he shouted, his voice vibrating with fury and bewilderment.
Delerion laughed softly, an icy laugh that filled the air with an almost palpable tension. "A joke? Oh, Trent, you don't seem to understand. Emir didn't betray you... he simply found his place. He knows who his true master is."
Trent tried to struggle once more, but the ropes were too strong. "What have you done to make Emir behave like this? Son of a bitch!"
Delerion cut him off with a simple gesture of his hand. "Emir, dear, gag your friend again. He can't seem to control his tongue."
Without a word, Emir complied, placing the gag back over Trent's mouth, who tried to resist, but to no avail. His eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and despair, looking at his former friend, now turned into an obedient slave.
Delerion walked toward the exit as if to leave the room, and Emir followed closely behind, submissive. "Wait a moment, Emir," the sorcerer said, stopping. "Don't go yet. Watch as I subdue your friend."
Delerion raised his staff and, with a soft whisper, conjured the hypnotic green light. The floating orb began to glow in front of Trent, pulsing with seductive energy. Trent frowned, trying to look away, but to no avail. The light had him trapped.
"What is this?" Trent thought, his breathing quickening. He didn't understand what he was seeing, but the strange sensation that was beginning to envelop his mind confused him. He tried to struggle, but his thoughts were beginning to cloud.
From a distance, Delerion and Emir watched, the former with a triumphant smile and the latter with an obedient stillness, totally under the sorcerer's control.
Trent slowly stopped struggling. His shoulders relaxed and his eyes focused on the green light floating in front of him. His breathing, once labored, became slow and deep. There was no fury anymore, only the urge to obey.
From the dungeon stairs, Delerion watched as Trent, with his back to the exit, no longer struggled or moved. The hypnotic light had disappeared, the spell having worked once more. Delerion stepped closer, releasing the ropes and gag with a wave of his hand. “Now, Trent,” the sorcerer whispered with a smile, “tell me, who do you obey?”
Trent, his gaze vacant, slowly rose, now a completely transformed man, and answered in a submissive, almost mechanical voice, “I obey you… master.”
Delerion reveled in his new conquest, gently caressing Trent’s cheek as Emir watched in silence. Both men,
under his complete control, were ready to follow him to his bedchamber.
"Come, my beautiful slaves," Delerion ordered, his smile victorious as he climbed the dungeon stairs and the two men followed him, obedient, heading towards a destiny marked by lust and total submission.
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.