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Vin Diesel and Kaa

Vin Diesel is totally under the control of Kaa the snake.

I have a lot of pics that I'm planning to submit. This is the first one I made.

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😈

Chris Pratt and Kaa

Kaa hypnotized Chris Pratt in the forest and tied him to a tree to have some fun😈

Kaa and Chris Pratt playing golf

Kaa took his new slave to play golf, however things got heated. Just when Chris got into position to throw the ball, the snake took the opportunity to immobilize him with its long tail and leave him at the mercy of his perverted ideas.

"Yesss...Thisss time we will play my ssstyle... You'll sssee how later you won't want to play any other way...sss"

Chris, totally hypnotized, couldn't do anything other than enjoy the touch of the reptile's tail going up his butt and then invading his entire body.

Dwayne Johnson (The Rock) and Kaa

Dwayne couldn't believe what he was seeing. A talking snake! At first he was suspicious, but Kaa used his hypnotic eyes and his alluring words to make the hunk submit to him.

"Yesss...jussst like that...trust in me...sssss... be my ssstrong cub..."

"Don't worry...ssss... you don't have to worry..." Kaa whispered in a soft and seductive voice, while his hypnotic eyes intertwined with Dwayne's, trapping him in a deep sleep from which he could not escape. The snake's tail coiled tightly around his body, squeezing precisely, immobilizing him effortlessly. "Jussst relax...trussst me...you'll feel nothing but peaccce..." Kaa continued, his sly smile spreading as each attempt at resistance faded. The entire outside world disappeared for Dwayne, his will trapped in the coils of the serpent, where there was no turning back.

"Ah... a perfect prey...ssss..." Kaa hissed, slowly changing the color of his hypnotic eyes back to their normal state but keeping his tail firmly in place, feeling the man's slow heartbeat beneath his scales. "Sssee how you give in... without ssstrength, without will... everything of yoursss hasss been given to me." The snake slid its head close to the motionless man's face, enjoying the triumph. "No more fighting, just ressst... you are completely mine now."

Phoebus hypnotized by Jafar

Jafar is also mischievous and playful like Kaa. His first victim? The brave and attractive Captain Phoebus.

"Everything will be fine..." Jafar said, pointing his snake staff at the captain's eyes.

"Everything...will be...fine.." Phoebus repeated, totally hypnotized.

"You are at my command," continued the vizier.

"I am... at your... command"

"From now on you are my slave and you will obey all my orders"

"Yes, master..." Phoebus finally responded, completely submissive to Jafar.

After hypnotizing him in the cathedral, Jafar decided to take Phoebus to Agrabah to enjoy him and his body. During the first night of sex, while in bed, Phoebus showed signs of coming out of the trance.

"Ehh?... What happened?..."

Jafar, seeing that there was still some will left in the captain, grabbed his snake staff and hypnotized him again.

"Remember, Phoebus, you are mine and you live only to serve me."

"Yes, master. I live only to serve you." Phoebus responded, once again falling victim to the staff's mind control spell.

Sometimes hypnosis spells need to be repeated to continue the trance cycle, Jafar knows this. Phoebus is doomed to be Jafar's puppet forever.

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.

Who is King Delerion?

King Delerion is a dark and enigmatic sorcerer, whose greatest skill lies in his mastery of hypnosis. With his magic channeled through his eyes or his staff, he can control the minds and wills of others, plunging them into deep trance states where they are vulnerable to his manipulation.

Delerion was an ordinary young man in our world, until he accidentally crossed a magical portal that took him to Maleficent's realm. Maleficent, intrigued by the strange appearance of a human in her domain, decided not to destroy him instantly. Something about Delerion sparked her interest: a latent darkness and a compelling desire to dominate other people's minds. Seeing the potential in the young man, and with a hidden purpose in mind, Maleficent offered him something she had never done before: train him in the dark arts. Delerion accepted, attracted by the possibility of using his powers to seduce all the men he wanted, regardless of their sexual orientation.

Under Maleficent's tutelage, he discovered a power within himself that he never imagined possible. His most notable skill was developed around hypnosis, a power that allowed him to dominate the minds of others and place them in a deep trance-like state. While Maleficent focused on magic of destruction and transformation, Delerion specialized in mind control, learning to use his abilities to influence the decisions and desires of others.

His favorite spell is a ritual in which he conjures a ball of magical green light that hypnotizes his victim and draws them toward a symbol in the shape of a black dildo. If the spell works, the hypnotized victim will touch the dildo and be condemned for life to feel a deep sexual desire and need for submission toward whoever conjured the ritual.

Delerion's real name is a mystery. As an ally of Maleficent, he has given himself this extravagant pseudonym. He currently resides in his own palace, which he is turning into a community of men mesmerized by him that functions as a harem, hence his nickname King Delerion, since he is the absolute king of that palace.

Gabriel Soto is hypnotized by King Delerion

Gabriel is a straight man who Delerion has been interested in for a long time, but the last time he tried to flirt with him he received an awkward rejection from the hunk. Now, with his new magical powers, Delerion will be able to carry out the plan that once failed him...

One ordinary day, Gabriel was in the hall of his mansion looking at himself in the entrance mirror just before going out to dinner with a girl he had flirted with the day before. At one point, a magical and barely perceptible projection of Delerion appeared in the hall. The dim light highlights the shadows on Delerion's face, while a bright, intense green flash emanates from his staff. This light is not accidental; it is the origin of his hypnotic power.

Delerion's projection disappeared and only the floating green light remained. Gabriel perceived that light in the reflection of the mirror, so he turned around, bewildered, and that was his big mistake, because he was completely hypnotized by the sorcerer's spell. His eyes, once full of life and distrust, are now empty, his mind completely subjected to the spell that surrounds him. His shoulders slump, his expression softens, as if all his strength had been drained. It gave the sensation that the house was deforming in an abstract and dreamlike way around Camilo and that floating light.

The floating green light began to move around the house and Gabriel, like an automaton, followed it. Gabriel's cell phone was in his room and it was ringing, it was the girl from the date who was calling him, but he did not listen, he could only follow that attractive green light, which led the man to the highest room in the house, and once there, that same light turned into a sculpture of a black phallus that shone with the same green glow.

Gabriel moved towards the phallus as he heard Delerion's voice inside him saying "Take the phallus. Take it now...".

The man obeyed and grabbed the figure, thus sealing the ritual and turning the hunk into a sexual slave forever.

In that instant the phallus disappeared and in its place the figure of Delerion materialized.

"Now you are at my service, you will be my obedient slave and you will do everything I order you to do," the sorcerer said.

"Yes, my master," Gabriel answered, completely hypnotized.

A malicious and surprised smile appeared on Delerion's face at the same time when he saw that what Maleficent promised him during the hard training was totally true.

The control is absolute, and Gabriel, who once might have tried to resist, is now under his power, a puppet whose invisible strings are manipulated by the young sorcerer. Everything that will happen from now on will depend solely on the dark designs of King Delerion.

Party guest hypnotized by King Delerion

After having used his hypnotic powers on Gabriel, Delerion asked his new slave to introduce him to male friends he might like. Gabriel took advantage of the fact that, before being hypnotized, he had received an invitation from a friend to go to a party at her luxurious villa and told his master that a very handsome friend of his would be attending. Delerion allowed Gabriel to go to the party, as he would accompany him in the shadows and without anyone noticing.

Gabriel was right, his friend was very handsome and his glasses gave him an intellectual edge that the sorcerer found exciting, so he took advantage of a moment when the guy went out to relax in the garden to apply on him the same hypnosis ritual that had worked so well on Gabriel. This time the green light led his hypnotized victim out of the house. In an alley, the phallic sculpture that would seal the ritual was summoned, which was obviously touched by the hypnotized guy, so the spell worked and Delerion appeared in front of him.

"From now on you are under my command. You will be my slave and you will obey all my orders." dictated the sorcerer.

"Yes, master. I am at your command." answered Gabriel's friend.

"Go back to the party and act as if nothing had happened so as not to raise suspicions. We will see each other again in a while." ordered Delerion.

"Yes, master."

After that answer, the hypnotized guy returned to the party. There was Gabriel, acting like a normal person and without it being noticeable at all that he was being mentally controlled. At one point during the party, Delerion communicated telepathically with him to inform him that the plan had been a complete success and that his next order was to lie to the guests so that he and his friend would leave the party without anything strange or suspicious appearing.

A little while later, Delerion's two slaves left the house and crossed a secret portal opened by the sorcerer to return to him.

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.

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.

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.

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.

King Delerion giving orders to Jamal

Deep within Delerion's palace, the air was filled with a mystical green that filtered through the Gothic windows. The high walls were adorned with arcane symbols and glowed faintly with the reflection of the magical lights that floated about the room. Delerion stood tall, wrapped in his dark velvet cloak with purple edges that rippled as if alive. In his right hand, he held a staff adorned with a spherical green jewel, from which emanated unmatched power. In front of him stood Jamal, the imposing, newly hypnotized servant who remained motionless, his muscles tense, but his eyes empty and obedient.

The servant, a burly man with dark skin and enormous strength, had been subdued by the sorcerer's power only a few hours ago. He no longer had a will of his own; his mind was completely subject to Delerion's whims. Despite his intimidating appearance, he was reduced to a puppet, unable to think for himself, only awaiting the commands of his new master.

Delerion watched him with satisfaction. He approached, his leather boots clicking softly on the marble floor. He raised his staff, letting the green light reflect off his slave’s expressionless face. He had perfected the art of magical domination, and each servant under his command was living proof of his mastery.

“You have proven yourself a more than suitable subject,” Delerion said, his voice silky and condescending. “Your manhood and muscles are ideal for the games I have in mind for you and the other servants. But…” his smile widened dangerously, “your unwavering loyalty is what satisfies me most.”

The servant, whose muscles tensed with each word from his master, remained attentive to his master’s words.

“I am at your service, my lord,” he said in a deep, but emotionless voice.

Delerion walked in circles around him, like a predator stalking its prey.

“I will soon need you to carry out a task that your companions are doing very well,” the sorcerer whispered. “You are to help me recruit attractive, manly men. Friends, family, whatever, but bring them to me.”

The servant did not blink. He did not question. He simply waited for the next instructions, like an automaton waiting to be activated.

“I will do as you command, master,” he replied.

Delerion smiled, satisfied with the absolute submission of his new acquisition.

“Perfect,” he said as he raised his staff and placed it in front of his servant’s chest. “Now, remember well, if anyone stands in your way, you will not hesitate. Nothing can be an obstacle.” For you, my dear servant, are the extension of my will.

The green light of the staff glowed brighter, as if reaffirming the magical connection between master and slave. Delerion knew that with his army of servants under his control, his dominion would be absolute. And this man, with his strength and blind obedience, was but a piece on his vast chessboard of power.

The sorcerer let out a soft, dark laugh as he retreated to his throne, leaving the servant to await his next command. In this palace shrouded in shadows and magic, everything seemed to conspire to extend Delerion's control over men.

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.

Flynn Rider hypnotized by Jafar

The lights of Corona Palace shone serenely, reflecting off the calm waters of the river that surrounded it. Eugene Fitzherbert, now known by his real name, was enjoying the tranquility that fate had bestowed upon him after his life as Flynn Rider. Sitting on one of the palace balconies, he watched the horizon with a smile. It was not common for a former thief to become the king's right-hand man, but he had managed to do so.

However, that night the tranquility vanished when a dark presence materialized in the throne room. Jafar, the feared vizier of Agrabah, had arrived in Corona, his gaze fixed on his target: an ancient artifact, jealously guarded in the palace. An object capable of amplifying his already fearsome hypnotic powers.

Eugene, having heard of Jafar from his good friend Aladdin, was not surprised when the vizier unexpectedly appeared beside him on the balcony. He turned slowly, with his usual charming smile.

“Well, well… it’s the famous Jafar. What brings a guy like you here?” Eugene asked, still keeping his joking tone.

Jafar narrowed his eyes, ignoring the comment with an air of superiority. His voice, as sharp as a dagger, sounded calm, but deep within his words there was a latent threat.

“I have come in search of something that only you can obtain for me, Eugene Fitzherbert. An artifact hidden in the halls of this palace, something that could benefit us… both,” Jafar said, emphasizing the last part with a false smile.

Eugene chuckled, crossing his arms.

“If you’re looking for me to steal something from you, Jafar, you’re late. I left that life behind, and I don’t think the King or Rapunzel would appreciate me helping villains with turbans and magic staffs.”

Jafar smiled coldly, knowing that Eugene wouldn’t be so easy to convince.

“Ah, but we all have a past, don’t we?” Jafar said in a seductive tone. “Do you think your loyalty to the king and princess is unwavering? Or is there a part of you that misses the excitement, the adventure of old times?”

Eugene stood firm, but the vizier could already sense the slight uneasiness in his posture.

“Thank you for the offer, but I’ll pass. You know, I have a pretty good life here, loyal friends… I don’t need anything you offer.”

Jafar clicked his tongue with a fake sigh of resignation.

“Too bad. But, since you refuse, I’m afraid I’ll have to resort to more… persuasive methods.”

Before Eugene could react, Jafar’s scepter rose in front of him, and his eyes were caught in the golden glow of the carved snake. Eugene’s smile disappeared, and his lips parted, as if his will was fading before the vizier’s power.

“No…” Eugene whispered, but the fight died from his words.

Jafar, now triumphant, stepped closer.

“Silence, dear Eugene. It doesn’t matter what you wish for anymore. You are now at my command.”

Eugene’s eyes, which had previously shone with life and charisma, began to reflect the same hypnotic glint of the scepter. His body relaxed, and his mind was trapped under Jafar’s will.

“I am at your command…” Eugene said, his voice now empty of resistance.

Jafar smiled, pleased, and with a subtle movement, he withdrew the scepter. Eugene, now under his control, was ready to fulfill his mission.

“You will steal that artifact from me, Eugene, and then you will come with me to Agrabah. I need you in my harem of loyal servants. You have… useful qualities.”

“Yes, master…”

Eugene obeyed and that night, with his thieving skills, he stole the magical artifact for the vizier. He was no longer the prince of Corona, but a mere pawn under Jafar's command. Later, with the artifact in his hands and unseen, the vizier disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke, taking with him the once free man, leaving Corona without its hero.

Kaa and Gaston

Gaston was in the forest of the kingdom, on his way to the house of a beautiful girl from the village whom he intended to seduce. His pride was palpable, and there was no doubt that he considered himself the center of the universe. From the shadows, a snake crept closer, its eyes already beginning to glow with a faint hypnotic glow. Kaa, the cunning reptile, had come in search of the hunter, not to hunt... but to recruit, since they had previously collaborated with other villains against the heroes and princesses of the Disney universe.

“Gassstooon...,” Kaa said, his voice dragging out the syllables as if the words were vines climbing the hunter's ego. “I heard that you're ssstill... the ssstrongessst on thisss ssside of the foressst.”

Gaston, without turning around, laughed disdainfully.

“Of course I am. No one can compare to me.” He threw the axe to the ground and crossed his arms, proud.

Kaa let out a meandering laugh, sliding down a nearby tree, his eyes already beginning to swirl, though still subtly.

“Ahhh, buuuut... what about outssside of thisss world?” Kaa asked, his tongue slipping through the words. “In the real world... there are other ssstrong men. And I could help you prove that you are the greatessst... in all the worldsss...”

Gaston turned his head, his brow furrowed.

“The real world? I don't care what happens there,” he said nonchalantly, though his words held the same air of superiority as always. “What happens to those... humans is not my problem. My place is here, and I have nothing to prove to anyone else.”

Kaa hissed, his smile growing wider as his eyes shone brighter.

"I'm not jussst talking to you about ssstrength, Gassston." he approached slowly, his coils beginning to ripple around him, but not yet surrounding the hunter. "In that world there isss influenccce, power, wealth... imagine what you could do if you had itsss people under your control... If you, Gassston, were the king of all..."

Gaston laughed, arrogant as always.

"I don't need any of that, Kaa. I'm the king here. The strongest, the most admired. What you do with those insignificant humans is your problem, not mine. And I don't need your help."

The snake dropped a look of feigned disappointment, and then, without Gaston quite noticing, Kaa's eyes began to glow brighter, colors swirling in hypnotic patterns.

"Ohhh, Gassston... what an unambitiousss decisssion..." Kaa whispered, as his tail slowly began to approach the hunter. "Maybe... it'sss because you don't sssee it clearly yet..."

Gaston opened his mouth to reply, but something stopped him. His eyes, once defiant, met Kaa's, and for a moment, his body tensed. The colors spun and spun, and although Gaston tried to look away, he felt unable to do so.

"Don't...do it..." he said with a slight hesitation, trying to resist. But Kaa didn't let go of his hold.

"Don't worry... I'll help you sssee... what you really need..." Kaa said, and his voice became softer, more insistent. The colors in his eyes increased in intensity, swirling in hypnotic spirals that attracted Gaston's mind, weakening his resistance.

The hunter's muscles, which were always tense and dominant, began to relax involuntarily. His breathing slowed, and his gaze was locked on Kaa's eyes, which now seemed to occupy his entire field of vision.

"Kaa..." Gaston tried to say, but his voice sounded weak, almost sleepy.

"Ohhh, jussst relaxxx, Gassston... let me take control... There'sss no point in you resssisssting..." Kaa murmured sweetly, as he began to slide his coils around the hunter's body, wrapping around him gently, squeezing just enough to remind him who had the power.

Gaston's eyes, increasingly empty, were completely lost in the spirals. There was no more fight in him. All that was left was passive obedience, trapped by Kaa's hypnotic colors.

"Yeeessss... that'sss better, don't you think? Now you will do everything I tell you..." Kaa whispered as Gaston remained mesmerized with a stupid and exaggerated smile drawn on his face, his mind completely subdued. "Together... we will rule all the worldsss... but firssst, you will help me in the real world."

Without saying a word, Gaston obediently followed Kaa, sunk in a deep trance, turned into another of his toys.

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..."