hunklover Posted July 24, 2020 Author Share Posted July 24, 2020 Your wish has been granted. The site is gayspiralstories.com - all about hypnosis. The Revenge of Jafar: Chapter 7 - "Every Ending is a New Beginning" The young, angelic, unblemished man was seated upon Jafar, his delicious, athletic figure illuminated by the fiery glow of Jafar’s own eyes. Their size difference being all the more evident from how little weight Jafar felt pushing down upon him. “I just… I just wish we could always be together.” He softly whispered, not realising the error of his words. And then a horrified expression flooded his flawless face. He gasped, becoming aware of his foolish mistake, desperately thinking of a way to take back his words. Jafar was immediately compelled to yield to Jake’s demand. As he raised his fingers, he glared at Jake - unable to believe he had been so, so mindless. “Done.” He flatly stated, and his fingers snapped together. “No. Jafar, please. No.” Jake pleaded in a hushed voice. “I didn’t mean it, I take it back. I, I, I… I wish for your freedom.” He quickly stammered. “You are too late. It is done.” Jafar replied, attempting to restrain his anger to a low grumble. Jake desperately grabbed the lamp which had been nestled on the sheets. “I’m sorry, I take it back. I wish for you to be free. I wish for you to be free!” He earnestly begged. “IT. IS. DONE!!!” Jafar thundered. His anger and volume shaking the room violently, the shock of which caused Jake to drop the lamp, sending it clattering to the floor. The bedside lamps switched on, bathing the room in a warm light. Majid, standing at the incantationally created doorway to the throne-room had flicked the switch. He quickly rubbed the sleep from his eyes and groggily asked “What is the issue?” Jake still resting atop Jafar’s magnificent torso was affectionately but quickly rubbing his hands over Jafar’s shoulders and pecs. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think. Please take it back…. I wish you to take it back and then for you to be free!” He attempted to climb down Jafar’s frame and reach for the lamp, desperate to attempt to wish once more, but as he tried to move his legs, he found he was completely unable to. Panic flushed through his body as he looked down to see his shins beginning to melt into Jafar’s cobbled stomach - the skin turning blood red where the merging touched. “No.” He nervously huffed. Trying again to move his legs. Jafar looked upon the struggling gynmanstic body. “It is as you wished. We shall be together, for always.” He bluntly stated. “No!” Jake cried. Placing his hands on to Jafar’s pecs in an attempt to gain leverage - instead, his palms sank through the impressive pillows of muscle. “Please Jafar, NO!” Majid looked at the scene unfolding before him, fear almost freezing him to the spot. The more Jake struggled, the deeper and deeper he sank within Jafar’s body - almost as if Jafar’s muscled flesh were made of cherry-red quicksand. From his vantage point, he saw Jakes lower legs completely consumed by Jafar’s body - the tip of his immense penis being sucked into Jafar’s belly button, instantly glued there - the rounded globes of his peachy, tanned buttocks tensing and releasing as he continued to struggle for his freedom. Majid looked down at Jafar’s body… whereas Jake’s genitalia was being ingested by Jafar’s mid-rift, Jafar’s had once again grown as hard as a diamond baseball bat -the veins of it throbbing and pulsing in delight. Jafar was clearly enjoying this. “Please!” Jake cried, his voice cracking in terror. “Please Jafar! Help me!” He pleaded, water welling up in his eyes. “Jake.” Jafar began, looking tenderly into his eyes. “With pleasure.” He grinned sinisterly, his gigantic red paw reaching around Jake’s head, neck and shoulders and pushing down firmly. Jakes head slipped beneath the surface of Jafar’s physique, a faint cry turning into a garbled silence as the rest of his body melted into the skin under Jafar’s palm. Jafar realising that his had was now simply caressing his own abdominals gave them a gentle stroke, as if he’d just enjoyed a good meal. He chuckled gently to himself. Majid’s horror at what he had just witnessed reached an emotional crescendo. “NOOOOOOOO!” He bellowed, tears flooding his eyes as he sobbed an ugly, heart-wrenched cry. Jake, his beloved Jake was gone. The man he would gladly give his life for, the man he lived to serve, had been taken away from him and from the deepest depths of his heart, he was devastated. Jafar looked at the blubbering, inconsequential street rat before him and smiled widely - he had no time for the adoration of anyone, but himself. Now, it was time to make the rest of the world share his viewpoint. ———————————————————— There was a complete lack of sensation. My thoughts… empty. I could feel, see, hear, taste or smell… nothing. There was no sense of up, nor down - mainly because I had no sense of self. No way to comprehend anything about the anything. It wasn’t as though I was surrounded in pitch darkness and silence… that would be something. This, this was an absence of anything. I was surrounded, consumed, separate to and part of nothing. I had no fear, no hope, sorrow or joy… I simply; was. ———————————————————— “You killed him.” Majid wailed - completely inconsolable, his emotions raw and spilling out into the large hotel room. “You murdered him. You are nothing but a cold, murderer.” “Enough.” Jafar calmly stated, stroking his penis casually as he did. “You are a filthy, evil, wretched monster! A beast! A murderer!” Majid angrilly cried. “I SAID ENOUGH!” Jafar roared, he released his throbbing meat baton and flicked his wrist. Majid was whipped violently into the air with a pulse of magic. He crashed into the ceiling above - the wind being taken out of his sails and as he was lowered towards the bed, the enchantments held him in such a way that he was forced to look at Jafar. “I will not be spoken to in such a way by some common, Arabian street urchin. I. Am. Your. God.” Majid spat towards his face, the magic stopping it mid-flight and hurling it back towards his own face. ———————————————————— In the absence of all stimulus, there was no way to determine how long I’d been here. Wherever here was - or wasn’t. But that was fine. And it wasn’t. It was nothing. But then, a sliver of light. A brief crackle of sound. Like an old car radio briefly attempting to tune in. Then nothing once again. ———————————————————— “You are not a God, Jafar! You are a djinn, and you should know tha….” Majid’s mouth was forced shut by an invisible force. A cosmic needle and sparkling golden thread sewing the two lips together. “Correct Majid. I AM a djinn. So YOU should know, that I can’t kill anyone.” Jafar pointedly remarked. “Not you, and not Jake.” Majid’s face melted for a moment - Jake was still alive somewhere - there was a chance he could save his love. “But, you’d be stunned at just how much you can live through.” Jafar’s already immensely majestic length began to pulse and grow, as if it were a living snake. Along its surface sharp hooks, grooves, pulses and barbs formed - created specifically for Jafar’s pleasure. It fired directly into Majid’s tight, virginal anus without any preparation - Majid’s eyes flaring wide as his body went numb with genuine shock. At the base of Jafar’s now flowing penis, more appendages began to grow. Soon his original penis was joined with a collection of 12 or so identical brothers, each squirming and worming their way around Majid. Jafar released his magical hold on the insubordinate man and, through fear of falling, Majid grasped onto the nearest of Jafar’s penises. They coiled around his arms and legs, burrowing into whatever openings in the skin they could find. One, having found the stitches sealing his mouth shut began to force its way in, painfully popping the seams one at a time, eliciting a shriek of pain from Majid which was soon silenced as his mouth was stretched and filled. Jafar lay back upon the bed, his eyes fixed on Majid’s. “If what I am won’t grant me your obedience, I’ll simply have to DRILL it into you.” Jafar cackled, proud of his meagre pun. ———————————————————— Light and sound flickered in an incomprehensible manner. Noises that were impossible to hear all at once. Pictures that washed over me, essentially as waves of light, not allowing me to see any detail. But then, a point of focus - a sensation in my loins - my cock being teased and played with in a number of ways. The sensations almost too much to handle - electrifying my brain with an overload of sheer erotic power. My cock… My “cocks”. Several of them? Flowing like a collection of tentacles? All of them wracking my body with intense pleasure that I could barely make sense of. I could feel, physically feel, the heartbeat of the prey within my coiled tentacocks. Sense his fear, sorrow and pain as if they were all my own. Then, as clear as crystal I heard a voice. A voice, I swore I knew. From nowhere and everywhere it echoed so loudly through my being it nearly deafened me. “YES!! YES!!! FUCK THIS FILTHY, DESERT RAT INTO COMPLETE SUBMISSION” It cried out, angrily and pornographically. The room went dark and silent again. The sensation in my groin beginning to fade away. With a sense of trepidation, I timidly said one word. “Hello?” ———————————————————— Jafar froze. He looked over to the doorway of the hotel room to see who had dared to disturb his conquest of Majid, his brow furrowing when he saw no-one there. “Strange…” He concluded, and he resumed his sexual punishment of the bearded desert rat. ———————————————————— At the same time, I became aware of my feet, I was also trying to concentrate on the image that was slowly coming into focus before my eyes. As I wiggled my toes against the soft, satin sheets that they rested on, the pictured seemed to charge into reality at full force. Before my eyes, I could see Majid suspended above me, my collection of wriggling sexual snakes wrapped around and inside him. I could hear his breathing, feel the individual pores of his skin with my phalluses… my senses supercharged. I looked down at my sublime red body - a powerhouse of muscles and strength on the outside - a powerhouse of might and mystic energy on the inside. I tensed my fists and released them, a feeling washed over me - I, we, he was the most powerful being on earth and yet so much more awaited. My eyes darted back up to Majid. ———————————————————— Jafar looked up at Majid, unsure as to why he’d stopped smashing into the unforgivable, little wretch. A small wave of mercy flashing across his mind. The man was stuffed to near breaking point, he was delicate and fragile; not being granted any of the gifts Jafar had previously bestowed upon Jake. Perhaps he’d had enough. “Oh.” He stated out loud. “You’re here, aren’t you?” he continued inside his head. ———————————————————— “YOU’RE HERE, AREN’T YOU?” Jafar’s voice thundered through me. “Yes, I’m here. I’m with you.” I responded. “THIS. IS UNEXPECTED.” His voice replied. And suddenly I had a clear picture of what he’d intended - for me to be subsumed, suppressed and trapped without sensation for all eternity. Together with Jafar for all eternity, but in a way that would never impact him. “That was your plan?!” I Shouted loudly. “To Simply Be Rid Of Me?!” Jafar remained silent. “ANSWER ME AT ONCE.” I Commanded. “Yes.” He timidly replied. “WELL, THE PLAN HAS CHANGED.” I began calmly and clearly. “FROM NOW ON, THERE IS NO MORE YOU OR I.” I laid out our new situation. “Us?” He offered. “JAKE AND JAFAR. TOGETHER AS ONE.” I said. “JAKE AND JAFAR. TOGETHER AS ONE.”He said. “JAKE AND JAFAR. TOGETHER AS ONE.” We said. Our mind’s danced together in a symbiotic symphony. Our differences immediately settled. Our tastes shifting and melding to accommodate each other. Our desires. Our one true desire crystallised in our collective mind. I would rule. He would be unstoppable. We would be eternal. Jafar would triumph. ———————————————————— Our pace with Majid slowed, becoming less about punishment and more about enjoyment. The tentacock we’d forced down his throat slivered free slowly and moved down to coil around his penis, gently caressing it, and teasing it from root to tip. His mouth was restored to as it had been before, flawlessly repaired as if never damaged. “Jake.” He softly mewled with his newly repaired lips. “My dear beloved Jake.” He mournfully sobbed. “Is here.” We replied. “I’m here.” I comforted him, our penises pulling his body close to ours and laying one of our hands softly against his cheek. “Jake.” He stared deeply into my eyes, the look of complete adoration returning to his, happy tears flowing down his cheeks. “I live to serve you. I am happy beyond words. I will do whatever you desire.” A pause. “There is only one thing.” We replied. ———————————————————— Majid held the black lamp high above his head and he knelt on the floor. We had repaired his body, improving its durability with our generous coatings of our incredible, cosmically enhanced seed. As he recovered from his first magic-crafted orgasm, we weaved intricate hexes around him. His entire being flooded with our will - any resistance erased. From head to toe, he received the complete Jafar makeover and now his smooth, muscular body was tightly packed into his leather harness and thong. His toned arms now sported golden bracers, identical to ours, his head bore a tiny purple hat (Jafar’s idea?) and his face had been de-aged and enhanced. I looked upon him trying to think where I knew his new face from, but Jafar convinced me it was unimportant. As we walked behind him, we looked at the detailed tattoo that was wrapped over his shoulders and down to the small of his back - swirling patterns of magic that never seemed to stop dancing and flowing. In the middle it simply read “Property of Jafar”. We took our seat upon the throne, and looked down at Majid. “It’s time.” We grunted, grinning at him. Majid looked up to us - his eyes glazed with hypnotic lust. A smile of pure love plastered over his youthful face. His entire being now devoted to serving us and bringing about a new age of our supremacy. Majid licked his lips, and began “I wish…” 12 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hunklover Posted July 24, 2020 Author Share Posted July 24, 2020 And that's it... that's as far as I got. There were other ideas… but as I discussed with someone on Discord; I just felt like after all the visions of Jafar taking over the world, I’d already written what the audience were waiting to see in the previous chapters - plus with Jafar as one of your central characters - it’s never going to be a happy ending. You turn him good, he’s no longer recognisable. You defeat him, he’ll somehow come back again… I did what I really tried not to - wrote myself into a corner. But, what I wanted simply hadn’t been written before and I thought I’d give it a bash. I tried to set up things with a little foreshadowing - the line Majid had about people being slaves to their phones and Jafar’s new found love for the internet were going to come together as Jafar’s influence spread 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
idealmuscle Posted July 24, 2020 Share Posted July 24, 2020 I really enjoyed the story. Like a good network TV show cut off in its prime. I think the whole thing that appeals to me about Jafar is the whole cosmic power elements. I love it. You built up the ending when he rules. I reckon you could create an epilogue or final chapter that covers the final wish that frees him. The description of Jafar growing in power is always super hot. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hunklover Posted July 24, 2020 Author Share Posted July 24, 2020 The problem is, I'm a baby when it comes to writing and in my head, the concept of this story was far easier to deliver than it actually was. The main issue is, when you take an antagonist who is near-omnipotent to begin with who only has one goal - true omnipotence - it can only really end two ways. He gets what he wants or he doesn't. I don't doubt that far more talented authors than I could've taken this premise and rounded it out to be a truly amazing story with a satisfying ending; people like JayPat, Absman420, Herald, MuscleNexusTF or muscleaddict could have made this truly explosive. I long for the day when NCGazza reopens Microsoft Word and sits infront of his keyboard again - his work pushed all my buttons when it came to power acquistion and growth. 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hunklover Posted July 24, 2020 Author Share Posted July 24, 2020 6 hours ago, idealmuscle said: I reckon you could create an epilogue or final chapter that covers the final wish that frees him. Hmmm... now that's not a bad idea. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted July 24, 2020 Share Posted July 24, 2020 That was certainly a fantastic twist to this tale. Jake and Jafar will be together now... 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hunklover Posted July 24, 2020 Author Share Posted July 24, 2020 25 minutes ago, Ro20316 said: That was certainly a fantastic twist to this tale. Jake and Jafar will be together now... Thanks, man. Glad you enjoyed it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
centipix Posted July 24, 2020 Share Posted July 24, 2020 5 hours ago, hunklover said: Hmmm... now that's not a bad idea. That would be amazing and would really help wrap things up (and give the people what they want!) 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ugalawguy Posted July 24, 2020 Share Posted July 24, 2020 Your writing style is really incredible, too. 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hunklover Posted July 24, 2020 Author Share Posted July 24, 2020 22 minutes ago, ugalawguy said: Your writing style is really incredible, too. Thank you, that's very kind. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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