The oceans are vast and deep with entire areas unexplored. ..

The oceans are vast and deep with entire areas unexplored. We know more about the surface of the moon than what lies beneath our own planet’s oceans. In the great depths of the ocean lies the lost civilization of Atlantis. Considered lost for thousands of years by the surface dwellers, this ancient civilization evolved and flourished under their wise god-kings. The king through his trident of Neptune controls the waters and the various creatures that inhabit it. Aquaman was gliding through the waters of the warm pacific enjoying the tranquility of his kingdom. He was the first half breed, a product of a son of the land and the daughter of the oceans, to be born and the direct descendant of Neptune himself on his mother’s side. As a result, he was the rightful king of Atlantis and master of the oceans. As he swims the great depths of the ocean where no human can dive, he hears a high pitch squeal of dozens of Atlanteans in great pain. He turned toward the direction of the cries and cut through the deep water with great speed. Because his human body could not stand the great pressure of the deeps, his muscular, tall body was encased in a gold wetsuit like body armor that hugged and molded against every chisel curve and bulge. It allowed him to go to the deepest spots of the ocean and cut through the water with ease. The cries lead him to an oil rig that has been converted into a research station. The Atlanteans knew of the researchers and never considered them a threat. Actually the researchers were working on ways to save the oceans and its species. Aquaman rose out of the ocean and into the air. His gold body armor gilmour in the bright sun. The water droplets running down his superhuman body reflected the light in the eyes of the startled researchers on the rig’s deck. Aquaman looks ever the part of a god that his people calmed him to be. His thick beard and long unruly hair was wet with the ocean water and blew in the wind. He held the gold trident high in the air. On the floor of the rig’s main deck lay a dozen Atlantean warriors under metal nets. The proud warriors were helpless as they baked in the hot sun. Their nude bodies were bronze and muscular. In ancient times, Atlantean males were known for their beauty. Pointing his trident, Aquaman man ordered in a deep commanding voice, “free my people.” Aquaman quickly realized his warriors’ capturers weren’t the peaceful researchers but navy SEALS who had seized control of the research rig. The navy men didn’t move as they pointed their weapons at the muscular sea king as he glided on to the deck of the rig gracefully. Aquaman noticed the SEALS’ eyes were blank. Yet he felt their eyes following and watching every muscle moved and flexed as Aquaman walked up to his captured warriors. His muscular glutes flexed and tightened under the second skin body armor. Nothing was left to their imagination. On his upper body, the body armor was so tight and body hugging that it appeared to be nothing more than tattoos. “Who is in charge here,” Aquaman man demanded as he turned to face the crowds. “That would be me, Aquaman,” the voice spoke from one of the catwalks over Aquaman’s head. Aquaman looked up, “Mastermind.” Aquaman spat out in disgust. Just then a harpoon sailed through the air and pieced Aquaman in his meaty left thigh. Aquaman screamed in pain and pulled out the thin harpoon from his leg. He looked at the needle shaped top that hard pieced his bodysuit and his muscular thigh. Then everything went dark as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed into the deck. Aquaman awoke strapped to an exam table. His body armor had been removed and he lay naked and bound. His muscular legs were strapped to stirrups and held wide apart. He tried to struggle with his bound but was unable to move. “Don’t waste your strength Aquaman, the bounds are made from the material from Atlantis itself. Even you are unable to break your own technology,” the mastermind laughed as he came into view of the strapped king of the oceans. The super villain was naked with the largest cock Aquaman had ever seen standing straight ahead. “What do you want, Mastermind,” Aquaman demanded as he stubbornly struggled against the bounds. “Oh, you know of me? I’m flattered,” the villain reached out and ran his hand up Aquaman’s lean, muscular torso. “Superman and Batman warned me about you,” Aquaman hissed as he tried to pull away from the villain’s disgusting touch. “Superman and Batman are of no concern anymore,” Mastermind continued to move his hand up Aquaman’s muscular smooth body. The only hair that the superhero had was his thick beard and mast of long hair. “The legends of how beautiful you Atlantean men were wasn’t exaggerated. You and your warriors will serve me quite well. I already had enjoyed a few of their exquisite asses already.” Mastermind laughed and shook his massive cock. “Never, I will never serve you,” Aquaman clenched his fists and pulled against the restraints. As he struggled his muscles bulged and flexed, veins popped and grew massive. “Beautiful,” the arch villain whispered. Mastermind moved his hands back down Aquaman’s body, exploring the smooth muscular pecs and down the chisel cobblestone abs. His hands reached Aquaman’s soft, yet impressive cock as it rested against the hero’s right thigh. Mastermind gripped the cock into his right hand and began to stroke it. Aquaman struggled in disgust. Mastermind smiled and moved down Aquaman’s long powerful legs. He moved over to a table and picked up a small jar. “Do you know what this is?” Mastermind unscrewed the jar. “Your people call it amora. It is said to be the mucus of a rare oyster only found in the deepest trenches of the oceans.” Mastermind put two fingers into the jelly-like substance and scooped up a large amount of it with his fingers. “Your people used it for centuries as a sexual lubricant. It said that it brings unbelievable pleasure.” Aquaman’s eyes widened and he tried to pull away as Mastermind moved between his spread legs. Mastermind smiled and pressed his fingers, covered in the substance, against Aquaman’s exposed hole. The sensation was unbelievable as Aquaman grit his teeth. He tried to clutch his ass closed but his ass muscles felt oddly relaxed. He couldn’t fight as Mastermind grabbed hold of his muscular thighs and roughly pushed into him. Instead of the pain of being penetrated for the first time, Aquaman was experiencing pure pleasure. Mastermind was easily sliding in and out of the superhero’s hole. Mastermind grabbed Aquaman’s cock while fucking him. Moving his hand up and down the staff, Mastermind began to focus on Aquaman’s mind. The cock began to swell in his hand as he entered the Atlantean king’s mind. “Relax, it feels so good to relax,” Aquaman heard the villain’s voice in his mind. He tried to block it out but it was so hard to think from the intense pleasure in his ass and the stroking of his throbbing cock. “Breathe in and out. It feels so good to relax and surrender. Just give in,” the voice in Aquaman’s mind was so calming. “No. I. Must. Resist,” Aquaman moaned. It was getting so hard to think. His cock was so hard and the villain’s cock was ramming his prostate over and over. On top of that the voice in his head made it even harder to think. He tried to turn his head away but the piercing eyes were holding his focus. Mastermind’s eyes staring straight into Aquaman’s as he pounded and stroked the superhero. “Ssshh, it is so hard to think. It even hurts to think, doesn’t it,” mastermind whispered. Aquaman’s head was throbbing as he tried to resist. He found himself questioning if it wouldn’t be so much better to just give up. Let the mastermind do the thinking for him. It felt so good getting fucked, being the supervillain’s slave. “Just relax and cum for me. Cum until all free will is gone. You feel so blissful and relaxed when you cum,” mastermind continued to pump Aquaman’s leaking cock while pounding deep and hard in and out of him. “Oh, god. It's so hard to fight,” Aquaman moaned. “I need to cum so bad,” he moaned and arched his back into the air. “That’s it, Aquaman, give in and let your willpower drain through your cock. It would feel so good being my obedient muscle whore,” Mastermind said out loud. “Your muscle whore,” Aquaman moaned loud. He arched his back and shot his load into the air. The thick cum landed on Aquaman’s beard and hair. “That’s it, keep coming, make sure there is nothing remaining of your useless will. All you need and desire is to serve me and obey,” Mastermind continued to thrusted in and out of Aquaman’s hole. Aquaman continued to come over and over. Thick loads landing over his body. As he came his ass muscles clamped down on the Mastermind’s cock, milking it. “That’s it, when I cum inside you, you will be my obedient slave forever,” Mastermind thrusted harder into his newest super slave. “Yes, cum inside me, master. Make me your slave,” Aquaman mindlessly moaned. Aquaman felt so good being Mastermind’s obedient slave. He led the supervillain to Altantis and helped Mastermind enslave his own people.