From Hydroman to Hydrofuck

By Januaryweather -
published August 4, 2016

Hydroman gets dominated, humiliated, raped and mind controlled by his nemesis Manta Ray into becoming his sensual sex slave, Hydrofuck.

Part I: The Defeat of The Sea King

‘Here he comes!’ hissed Manta Ray to himself as he stood on the hot, sandy shore and watched Hydroman march towards him, ‘Soon, I shall turn my greatest nemesis into my greatest conquest!’

Manta Ray hated and lusted after his enemy, Hydroman. He hated the King of Atlantis because Hydroman had repeatedly foiled his attempts to pirate the seas, to pillage shipwrecks and to destroy the underwater kingdom, Atlantis. However, the villain lusted after the hero because Hydroman was everything he ever wanted in a sex slave. With his sky blue eyes, golden blond hair and chalk pale skin, Hydroman was an Adonis that Manta Ray secretly desired to possess. With his chiselled frame and washboard abs covered by a skin-tight orange shirt, Manta Ray longed to trace every curve and muscular outline of his enemy’s chest with his fingertips. However, Hydroman’s green lycra tights revealed the true treasure that Manta Ray wanted to plunder. Every square inch of the Sea King’s well-toned legs, his sizable cock and his incredibly hot bubble butt made Manta Ray hungrily lick his lips in anticipation of the battle to come. The very thought of fighting Hydroman would, just like now, cause Manta Ray’s own cock to rrise upon command as his member swelled to its full 10” stretching the limits of his black-lycra encased tights.

Yes! Manta Ray in the past had attempted to destroy Hydroman and failed. But this time, things would be different. This time, Manta Ray would not try to kill his nemesis but defeat him, capture him, milk him for his cum, and then convert the fallen hero into one of his own Manta Men. This time he would succeed in defeating The King of Atlantis!

Once Hydroman got within ten feet of Manta Ray, the villain held up his hand as if to ward him off, “This is as far as you go, Hydroman! Now that you have received my challenge to a fight, are you prepared to face me alone? Or–like the coward you are–do you wish to call upon your fish friends to save you from certain defeat?”

Hydroman drew up before Manta Ray and assumed a regal stance with his hands on his hips. His muscles were taut beneath his skintight costume, and his expression was grim.

“You dare call me a coward,” the Sea King snarled, “after using such a craven tactic as abducting a hostage to lure me here? I promise you Manta, if you have harmed Hydrolad at all, you will suffer the very worst Atlantean justice has to offer.”

Hydroman was proud however, and could not allow his honour to be sullied by refusing the villain’s challenge, even when young Hydrolad’s safety was still in question. Besides, he had defeated Manta Ray so many times before. This fight wouldn’t be any different.

“Have it your way, villain,” he said derisively. “Perhaps when you lose this time you will finally learn that you cannot hope to threaten Atlantis or its people, even when I stand alone.” Hydroman assumed a fighting stance, with his fist tightly clenched before him, ready for the villain’s first move.

‘The fool is right where I want him,’ Manta Ray grinned to himself beneath his mask, ‘I think I shall make him pay dearly for that mistake.’

“Threaten Atlantis? Fool! When I am finished with you, you shall be handing your kingdom over to me on a platter,” snarled Manta Ray as he charged towards his target as though he had been jet-propelled. Hydroman may have been prepared for Manta Ray to merely face him, but he was not prepared for the villain to cover the distance between them so quickly.

Manta Ray slammed into Hydroman’s stomach, wrapped his powerful arms around the hero’s waist and planted the Atlantean into the sandy shore with a tackle that would have made an NFL linebacker proud.

Before The King of Atlantis could recover from this brutal assault; Manta Ray flipped Hydroman onto his stomach, seated himself squarely atop the Atlantean’s ass and used both of his hands to press Hydroman’s face into the sand. Manta Ray could hardy restrain himself! He had wanted Hydroman like this for a very long time and finally his dream of conquering the Atlantean were beginning to come true!

Manta Ray, still atop Hydroman’s struggling ass, began to rhythmically dry-hump the Atlantean hero. As black lycra rubbed against green lycra, as Manta Ray’s engorged cock slid back and forth between the crack of Hydroman’s hot bubble butt, and as the friction from his gyrations began to produce a kind of heat between the villain’s cock and the hero’s ass, Manta Ray laughed as he enjoyed the triumph of this orgasmic experience, “I thought you were going to dispense Atlantean justice upon me, Hydrofool! See how effortlessly I defeat you? How can you hope to stand against the might of Manta Ray?”

Hydroman could hardly believe how fast Manta Ray moved, how strong he seemed. The villain seemed possessed of an energy and a will that the Sea King had never seen before. The hero was knocked off his feet before he knew what was happening, and then having his face rubbed in the sand like the scrawny victim of some common surface-world bully. Then, as if that shame were not enough, Hydroman felt Manta Ray humping him through his tights!

Manta had made a foolish error in his rush to get Hydroman into this humiliating position. He had left Hydroman’s hands free. Hydroman reached back and grabbed the arms of the amorous supervillain in his powerful hands, and hurled Manta Ray forward, flipping him over his hand and down onto the sand. The Atlantean Adonis rose to his feet. He glared at Manta Ray, his pale cheeks coloured with shame and fury.

“I see your sick game now, Manta. And I won’t let you lay your perverted hands on me again.”

Manta Ray grunted as he hit the sand, but quickly regained his feet and turned to face his nemesis. Looking into the eyes of the hero who challenged him, Manta Ray snarled, “You don’t have to worry about me putting my hands on you again, Hydrofool!” The villain fired two bright beams of light from his helmet which slammed into Hydroman’s eyes and painfully yet temporarily blinded him, “Because the next thing you are going to feel is my ass on your face!”

As Hydroman grabbed his eyes and fell back in pain, Manta Ray leapt atop his prey once more and tackled him. But this time, the villain pinned Hydroman’s arms beneath his knees and reared back planting the crack of his black-lycra clad ass squarely into Hydroman’s handsome face.

Seating himself comfortably atop the Atlantean’s head, Manta Ray placed his hands on his hips and confidently grinded his tight lycra ass into Hydroman’s helpless nose and mouth, “Kiss my ass, Hydrofool! Smell my sex! As air rushes from your lungs and the bliss of my black oblivion fills your nostrils, know that it is I, Manta Ray, who is the author of your defeat!”

“Mmmmph!” Hydroman struggled in Manta Ray’s pin. But the villain held the Sea King much more firmly than his first attempt. Hydroman could only grunt in disgust as he struggled to turn his head away from Manta’s lycra-covered ass. He bucked underneath the villain, trying to throw him off, but Manta Ray had deprived him of all leverage. Hydroman flexed his muscles beneath his skintight orange shirt in an effort to heave the villain away. He kicked and flailed his toned, graceful legs in green tights. It was no use. Manta had Hydroman right where he wanted him, and the hero knew it. And true to the villain’s boasts, Hydroman was struggling for breath in the humiliating pin. Beneath the crush of Manta’s ass, the hero gasped for breath. His Atlantean strengh was fading with every moment, and soon he would be totally helpless before his twisted captor.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Manta Ray took notice of Hydroman’s lycra-encased cock as it strained along with the rest of his body to break free of the villain’s restraint. Manta Ray reached down and gently stroked Hydroman’s cockhead in an effort to stimulate the hero’s member to enlargement, “You have a rather large cock for such a small man, Hydrofool! Which do you think is going to happen first if I continue to stroke your cock and smother your face: Do you think you’re going to pass out before you cum or after? Hmmm, let’s find out!”

Manta Ray immediately seized Hydroman’s vulnerable cock with his right hand and began to massage it towards orgasm, “Some hero you are, you’re not even heroic enough to save yourself from cumming in your own tights, let alone escaping from my ass smother.”

The villain continued his erotic assault on Hydroman’s package allowing his black lycra hands to stroke, massage and caress Hydroman’s green lycra bound cock, “But, I am feeling generous today, I will give you only one opportunity to unconditionally surrender, Hydrofool. All you have to do is tap the ground three times with your left hand and I will stop my assault, accept your unconditional surrender and take you as my prisoner and sex slave. What do you say, Hydrofool, are you ready to spare yourself more embarrassment, humiliation and pain?”

Hydroman gasped and shuddered as Manta Ray grasped his lycra-sheathed cock. He couldn’t believe he was being manhandled this way by his greatest foe. He squirmed beneath Manta’s ass and renewed his desperate struggle to get free. But for all his efforts, the Atlantean hero couldn’t force his villainous captor away, or resist growing hard in his tights at Manta’s ministrations.

The Sea King seethed with shame at the humiliating position he was in, as shudders of unwanted pleasure washed over him. So despite Hydroman’s pride, when Manta Ray made his offer of surrender, he was genuinely torn. Which would be the greater humiliation: to be forced to cum in his tights with the villain’s lycra-clad ass in his face, or to surrender willingly to whatever other embarrassments Manta had in store for him?

Ultimately, Hydroman was not ready to surrender. The villain could inflict whatever tortures and humiliations he could devise, but the King of Atlantis would not break. He refused to tap out. He shook his head as best he could, pinned as it was beneath Manta Ray’s ass cheeks, grunted a muffled refusal, and steeled himself to resist Manta’s manipulation of his straining cock.

When Manta Ray noticed that Hydroman had not surrendered, the villain stopped his erotic assault on the Sea King’s cock, reared back and punched the vulnerable Hydroman square in the stomach, “Defiant until the last, aren’t you, Hydrofool? No matter! I shall break you one way or the other!”

Manta Ray grabbed and yanked down the hero’s tights exposing Hydroman’s stiff member to the open air. Reaching into a pouch attached to his belt, the villain pulled out a clear plastic condom and stretched it down and over Hydroman’s stiffened cock from his piss slit to the base of his balls. When he was done, Manta Ray snapped the hero’s tights back into place and inwardly smiled with glee.

Hydroman felt the smooth, slick feel of the condom encasing his cock. But he could also feel the strange material not only hardening around his member but also rhythmically and erotically stimulating him. It was almost as if the device was carrying on the task of driving the hero to orgasm that its master had begun.

Manta Ray stared down at Hydroman’s green-lycra encased tights and took note of a pulsatingly soft red glow highlighting the hero’s cock and balls. The villain laughed, “Now I have you, Hydrofool! What you are feeling right now is my Cum Collector at work. It is quickly and pleasurably bringing you to orgasm so that I can collect your cum and use it to create my next batch of Manta Men. My Cum Collector is twice as powerful as any normal stimulant you could find and it keeps me from wasting any of your precious cum while you embarrass yourself in your tights. Waste not, want not, I always say.”

Though he knew he did not need to enhance Hydroman’s torture, Manta Ray did so by wrapping both of his hands around the hero’s captured cock and resuming the stroking of Hydroman’s member, “One way or the other, Hydrofool, you will either pass out from the power of my ass smother or cum in your tights from the power of my Cum Collector. And when you do, you shall only start your journey from being Hydroman, King of the Seven Seas, into being Hydrofuck, Fuck Toy of Manta Ray!”

Hydroman moaned in pleasure, helpless before the erotic assault of the Cum Collector. He tried vainly to resist, as he had against Manta’s probing hands. But it was no use. The sinister device was relentless, working the Sea King towards orgasm more doggedly than any human or Atlantean ever could.

Hydroman writhed beneath Manta Ray. His groans of pleasure and protest were swallowed by the villain’s lycra-clad ass. Spots danced in front of Hydroman’s eyes. Manta was choking the life out of him as surely as his cruel invention was coaxing out his cum. Indeed, it was only the relentless drive towards climax that was keeping Hydroman from fading entirely.

Finally the Atlantean Adonis could stand it no more. His feet arched in his tights, his every powerful muscled flexed taut, and he gasped as the Cum Collector forced him to orgasm. He thrust his captive cock in the air as he blew a massive load into the tortuous device.

Hydroman’s orgasm eventually subsided, but he continued to squirm. The Cum Collector had not stopped its work just because Hydroman had blown one load, and its continued pressure was an agony of ticklish pleasure. However even that sensation couldn’t keep the Sea King conscious. Breathless from his forced orgasm, he finally, mercifully succumbed to the crush of Manta’s body and drifted into exhausted unconsciousness.

Manta Ray enjoyed riding Hydroman’s face as much as he enjoyed the bucking, twisting and grinding of Hydroman’s body beneath him as the hero succumbed to the power of the Cum Collector. Watching the highlighted balls and cock of the Atlantean change color from red to yellow, Manta Ray knew that the Cum Collector had done its work well. Once again, the villain yanked down the hero’s tights revealing an opaque hardended condom in the shape of Hydroman’s cock. Seizing one of it, Manta Ray slowly but steadily moved the hissing Cum Collector off of Hydroman’s penis until it came free with a resounding pop!

Noticing that his opponent was no longer moving beneath him, the villain believed that Hydroman probably passed out at nearly the same time he achieved orgasm. Still, Manta Ray was the victor and Hydroman was the vanquished–and to the victor goes the spoils!

Rising from his sitting position atop Hydroman’s face and onto his feet, Manta Ray flipped the unconscious hero onto his stomach with his foot. Holding his Cum Collector aloft as though it were a sword bloodied in battle, Manta Ray planted his right foot atop the green-lycra clad ass of his prey like a big-game hunter, “I have done it! Finally! I have beaten Hydroman! Now he is mine–” Looking down at the fallen hero, the villain added, “–and I will show you no mercy!”

Placing the self-sealing Cum Collector back into his pouch, Manta Ray dropped down to his knees and began to lustfully run his hands up and down the back of Hydroman’s legs and ass savoring the slick feel of his own lycra suit against that of the fallen hero and the shapely form of his handsome frame. As he stroked Hydroman’s lycra covered hole between the hero’s tight bubble butt, Manta Ray activated a signal within his suit that would call forth his Manta Ray submersible to bring both him and his prize back to his Manta Base.

“Soon, Hydrofool,” Manta Ray flipped Hydroman onto his back and began to stroke the Sea King’s limp cock, “Your old life as the King of Atlantis will soon be over and your new life as my sex slave will shortly begin. Soon, you shall be nothing more than the submissive Hydrofuck of Manta Ray.”

Off in the distance, Manta Ray spotted the all too familiar dark shape of the vehicle which would carry both the victorious villain and the doomed hero to their respective fates.

An hour later, Hydroman awoke to a stinging slap across his face and found himself restrained by several tentacles wrapped around his body slowly but sensually caressing him. When he looked up, the hero stared into the cruel face of the Black man behind the mask of Manta Ray and also found himself within what appeared to be a giant clam.

“It’s time to wake up, Hydrofool!” snarled the Manta Ray derisively, “It’s time for you to say good-bye to your old life as the King of The Seven Seas and say hello to your new life as my personal Hydrofuck!”

Manta Ray brusquely stroked the face of the doomed hero as the tentacles firmly held Hydroman in place, “Don’t bother trying to escape. My Octo-Clam is strong enough to restrain a whale but also sensual enough to sexually arouse every square inch of your body. And don’t bother trying to use your hydrolic telepathy to call for help or free yourself from my creation, I used my Manta stingers to neutralize your powers as well.”

Manta Ray leaned down and got close enough to lick the side of Hydroman’s face with his tongue. Enjoying the salty taste of his victim’s sweat, Manta Ray reared back and hissed, “Soon, Hydrofool, you will not want to escape from my Octo-Clam. Just relax and enjoy the arousal of my creation as it reaches beneath your lycra tights, strokes your large cock, caresses your hot bubble-butt and prods your tight hole. By the way, do you have any questions while you enjoy the pleasures of my victory and the agony of your defeat?”

It didn’t take long for Hydroman’s predicament to shock him into full wakefulness. He twisted and struggled in the octo-clam’s grasp, desperately trying to pull away from tentacles’ tender but powerful grip. However, Manta Ray was right; the creature was impossibly strong. That didn’t stop the Sea King from continuing his struggles though. His pride had taken enough of a blow already. He couldn’t just sit there while this monstrosity “prodded his tight hole”, as Manta claimed. That would just be too much.

Hydroman glared at Manta. He found that he did have questions for the perverse villain. “Where is Hydrolad? He’s no good to you now that you have me. If you even truly captured him to begin with, let him go.”

selflessness. But to answer your question, Hydrolad is not here.”

The villain affectionately ran his right hand through the hero’s blond locks, “And you are right, I never captured him, I never even attempted to do so. While we sit here within my Manta Base deep beneath the South Pacific Ocean, Hydrolad is in the North Atlantic dealing with an oil spill I created to distract him. Hydrolad’s capture was a ruse designed to lure you into my clutches, Hydrofool. And what do you know, it worked!”

While Manta Ray spoke, the Octo-clam kept touching Hydroman, caressing him, soothing him and violating him. One tentacle began to roll along the underside of his engorged cock. Another tentacle spread his ass cheeks, while another slid over his tight, puckered hole. The Octo-clam laid claim to the body of the fallen hero and did its best to stimulate all of Hydroman’s errogenous zones without mercy or quarter.

“However, I am more than a little disappointed in you, Hydrofool,” Manta Ray playfully tapped Hydroman on the nose as though to admonish him, “I was certain your first question was going to be: ‘What are you playing at?’ or ‘What do you want from me?’ or ‘Why are you doing this?’”

The villain’s dark brown eyes stared longingly into the hero’s deep blue eyes, “Shall I answer one of these questions for you, Hydrofool? Or shall I leave you alone with my Octo-clam so that you can get fucked in peace? You decide.”

Hydroman shuddered with every touch from the octo-clam, even as he was stimulated by it. Against his will, his dick was already growing hard. That only increased his struggles. He pulled fiercely against the tentacles with all his might, and strained to keep his tight ass clenched, forbidding any violation. But it was only a matter of time before the creature’s probing forced its way into Hydroman’s virgin ass.

Hydroman’s only source of relief was the discovery that Hydrolad was not in Manta Ray’s clutches. The thought of his sidekick subjected to tortures such as Hydroman now face was bleak and terrible. But Manta’s plot seemed much more personal, much more focused on the Sea King himself. And even despite their long rivalry, Hydroman didn’t quite know why.

“Why are you doing this then Manta? If all you wanted was material for clones, you’ve got that.” Hydroman shuddered with disgust. “So why this perverse torment? What is this really about?”

“To answer your last question first, Hydrofool,” responded Manta Ray with an evil grin, “I am playing at nothing. This is no game. All that you see and are experiencing is only the start of your transformation from being Hydroman, King of the Seven Seas into Hydrofuck, the Sex Slave of Manta Ray!”

Manta Ray sighed longingly and continued, “To answer your second question, you are undergoing this perverse torment as you call it because I want three things from you: Your cum to serve as the key genetic material for my new race of Manta Men. Your body which I will enjoy fucking whenever it suits me. And your mind which will happily surrender your body and your cum to me whenever I want it.”

The villain held up before Hydroman’s eyes what appeared to be a typical Manta Ray helmet, “And this is what I shall use to finish the job. As my Octo-clam is making your body susceptible to my every touch and caress, so this helmet will make your mind susceptible to my will. Once I place this helmet over your head, it will start to feed your mind a series of hypnotic images and messages of you and I as lovers, companions and fuck buddies.” Manta Ray set the helmet down along the side of the Octo-clam’s mouth, “Your role will be that of my obedient and submissive sex slave, Hydrofuck, who will do whatever I ask when I ask. I, however, will assume the role of your dominant and powerful lord, Manta Ray, who will expect every one of his commands to be obeyed by his faithful Hydrofuck without question.”

Without warning, Manta Ray grabbed a fistful of Hydroman’s hair, yanked the doomed hero’s head back and planted a lustful yet powerful kiss upon the Atlantean’s lips until oxygen became an issue. Pulling away from Hydroman with a gasp, Manta Ray licked his lips as he savored the salty taste of the Atlantean’s saliva, “And to answer your first question last, I am doing this because I have lusted after you since the moment I first saw you, Hydrofool. I have longed to turn you into my helpless sex slave and fuck you senseless. When my Octo-clam and this helmet are finished with you, Ex-Sea King, you will no longer be Hydroman! You will no longer care about who you used to be because you will become the willing Hydrofuck of Manta Ray!”

Recovering the helmet, Manta Ray was about to slip the wicked device onto Hydroman’s head but held back before he added, “When this is all over, Hydrofool, I am going to fuck that hot bubble butt of yours and there is nothing that you can do about it! Face it, Hydrofool, you are going to be my bitch and my slave and there is no one who can save you from my power. But, before I finish what my Octo-clam has started, do you have any famous last words before your old life as a King of Atlantis comes to an end and your new life as my sex slave begins?”

“You twisted fiend,” the hero spat. “While this abomination you’ve created may be able to take my body…” Hydroman trailed off slightly, suddenly all too aware of the tentacles urgently tugging on his stiff cock and probing at his firm buttocks. Try as he might to resist, it would only be a matter of time before the beast forced its way into his virgin ass, and his dick was already hard as a rock from its attentions.

Hydroman shook his head to regain his composure. He leveled his gaze at Manta Ray’s masked visage. “But you will never take my mind. Whatever you might do to me, my will shall remain my own. I am Hydroman, King of Atlantis, and I will never be your slave, outside of your sick, deluded fantasies!”

When Hydroman was finished with his last message of defiance, Manta Ray retorted, “We shall see, Hydrofool, we shall see. At the very least, your words are well spoken for a doomed hero. But know this before I introduce you to your new life of sexual servitude, once I tire of you as my Hydrofuck I am going to hunt down your sidekick, Hydrolad.”

Manta Ray laughed maniacally, “That’s right, Hydrofool, you shall serve as the perfect lure in my trap to ensare your friend and convert him into my next sex slave. But until that day comes, I shall savor the feel of my cock between your hot luscious bubble butt.”

Retrieving his Manta helmet, Manta Ray walked to the head of the Octo-clam and slipped the wicked device over the head of the prone hero as the Octo-clam continued its seductive yet malevolent caress. Once the helmet was secured in place over the handsome features of the King of Atlantis, all movement ceased from Hydroman as both the sexual fondling of the Octo-clam and the hypnotic messages of the Manta helmet started to take hold. Manta Ray also slipped another Cum Collector down and around Hydroman’s cock and balls before he snapped the hero’s lycra tights back into place.

“Enjoy my helmet and Cum Collector, Hydrofool, I promise you that once they have done their work you shall never be the same again,” Manta Ray stepped back from the Octo-clam as he barked an order to his creation, “CLOSE!”

The top half of the Octo-clam’s shell began to lower itself towards the bottom half as Manta Ray laughed, “Twelve hours from now you will neither be the King of Atlantis nor the Master of the Oceans nor the Ruler of the Seven Seas. Twelve hours from now, you will be my willing sex slave and obedient fuck toy, Hydrofuck!”

With that said, the lid of the Octo-clam closed around the doomed hero thus sealing Hydroman’s fate.

Trapped inside the giant clam shell, there was little Hydroman could do but focus on his torments. The Cum Collector relentlessly massaged his cock. The octo-clam’s tentacles pried his butt cheeks apart and forced their way inside him. And all the while he was bombarded with sounds and images from Manta Ray’s helmet, hypnotic illusions of him and Manta in all manner of erotic scenarios.

Hydroman tried to resist with all his will, but there was only so long he could hold out. While the tentacles tickled at his prostate, the Cum Collector did its work, capturing his heroic load. And neither of Manta Ray’s insidious inventions stopped there. The erotic torture continued until Hydroman came again, and again, and again, so often over the course of those long hours that Hydroman lost count.

All the while, the helmet did its work. Every time Hydroman came, it was to a bombardment of images of Manta Ray as his lover and master. He was slowly conditioned to associate the ecstasy of orgasm with the villain. Manta Ray was the source of all pleasure and pain. He must serve Manta Ray. His body and soul belonged to Manta Ray. And as those thoughts took hold, Hydroman, King of the Seven Seas, was no more, and Hydrofuck, fuck toy of Manta Ray, was born.

The End of Chapter One of Hydroman Vs. Manta Ray: The Defeat of the Sea King


Part 2: The Cumming of Hydrofuck

For twelve hours, Manta Ray was on pins and needles. He did everything he could to busy himself realizing that he had to give a sufficient amount of time for his Octo-clam, Cum Collector and Manta helmet to do their jobs and convert Hydroman into Hydrofuck. From chastising his Manta Men to making plans to attack Atlantis to plotting a course that would allow him to plunder the Carribbean sea lanes at will, Manta Ray did everything in his power to bide his time until Hydroman’s conversion was finished. However, he still cast occasional yet furtive glances at the Octo-clam noting that not so much as a whisper came from where his creation sat.

When the twelve hours expired, Manta Ray strode confidently yet eagerly towards the Octo-clam and commanded it to “OPEN!” The creature did so to reveal its helpless captive still caught within its tentacled clutches. Although now Hydroman was covered with sweat and glistened with a fine clear sheen from the liquid-like ooze of the Octo-clam’s tentacles. Manta Ray marvelled at the erotic scene before his eyes and removed both the oversized Cum Collector from Hydroman’s depleted package and the Manta helmet from Hydroman’s head.

“RELEASE HIM!” ordered the villain as the tentacles of the Octo-clam lifted Hydroman’s body up and out of its maw and onto the floor of Manta Ray’s expansive yet private bedroom deep within his Manta base.

“Welcome home, Hydrofuck,” Manta Ray opened his arms lovingly to the former hero, “Welcome home, my slave and my lover! Now come to your master so I may give you a proper greeting.”

Hydroman, now Hydrofuck knelt on the bedroom floor on his hands and knees. He had not slept throughout his indoctrination, only dozed in a hypnotic stupor once he had stopped resisting. Finally free of the Octo-clam he was left disoriented and unsure of where, or even who, he was. But the sound of Manta Ray’s voice, his Master’s voice, brought clarity.

“Yes Master,” Hydrofuck said deferentially. He rose to his feet, but kept his eyes demurely lowered. He stepped obediently into Manta Ray’s embrace.

If Hydrofuck had looked up into Manta Ray’s eyes, he would have noticed that the villain was all a quiver with anticipation. He had done it! Manta Ray could not believe that he had actually done it! He had fulfilled his greatest dream and his heart’s desire. He had finally defeated Hydroman and turned him into his faithful sex slave Hydrofuck. And there was no one to stop him or reverse the process or challenge him. There were no last minute heroics from Tempest or Mera or any of the other Justice Leaguers as there had been in the past to prevent something like this from happening. For once, Manta Ray had clearly won and now it was time for him to claim his prize.

Manta Ray could barely restrain himself when Hydrofuck stepped into his embrace. The villain planted a powerful and lustful kiss on his sex slave’s lips as he drove his tongue down the ex-hero’s throat. Manta Ray savored the touch of his hands as they roamed down Hydrofuck’s broad back to his hot luscious bubble butt, the slick feel of his cock as it stretched itself within its black lycra entombment yet pressed itself against Hydrofuck’s green lycra encased member, and the warmth of the Atlantean’s body as Manta Ray himself felt the temperature rise in the room.

Breaking the lip lock when oxygen became more of a concern than giving into his lust, Manta Ray gasped, “Smile and be gay of heart, Hydrofuck! You have come home to your master and I am greatly pleased with what I see in you.”

Manta Ray sauntered around Hydrofuck taking in the full sight of his sex slave from head to toe as he allowed a single finger to trace a path around Hydrofuck’s body from the tip of his cock, over his two luscious globes, to the crack of his ass and back again, “Now is the time for the fulfillment of fantasies–my fantasies–and I have always longed to fill your ass with my cum, Hydrofuck. Give me a lap dance! Use your body to seduce me into fucking your brains out. You may remove your clothes except for your green tights. I–and I alone–shall enjoy the privilege of removing those when the time comes.”

Manta Ray pulled up a chair, placed it near the foot of his expansive bed and plopped himself down in it, “Begin, Hydrofuck!”

Hydrofuck moved to obey his Master’s command. He stood about a foot in front of where Manta sat. With his smooth, muscular legs slightly spread, and his gloved hands behind his head, Hydrofuck began a seductive dancing, swaying his slender hips to imagined music.

Hydrofuck thrust his hips forward. His dick, already hard from the pleasure of serving his Master, prominently tented his green tights. He slowly moved his hands down, running them over his powerful pectorals, then letting his fingers dance circles over his pert nipples through his tight orange lycra shirt. Gradually, he let his hands run down his chiseled abs, then down to his muscular thighs, where he let them rest, highlighting his bulge as he undulated before Manta Ray.

Hydrofuck then turned around slowly, moving a step closer to Manta as he did so. He arched his muscular back, and then bent forward giving Manta an ideal view of his sculpted bubble butt in tights. Hydrofuck placed a hand on each ass cheek, rubbed them, and then pulled back and spanked himself, giving a soft gasp for Manta’s pleasure. He then ran his hands down the length of his legs, bending further forward and placing his ass even more keenly on display.

Hydrofuck stood, and looking back over his shoulder, he slowly removed each of his green lycra gloves. He took the fingers of each glove in one hand, and the wrists in the other behind his back, and ran them back and forth over his tight butt. He then turned around to face Manta Ray once more, taking another step forward that had him straddling his Master’s lap, and laid the gloves over Manta’s shoulders.

The hero-turned-sex slave continued his seductive motions as he stood over Manta’s lap. He reached to his waist and began to slowly draw his tight lycra shirt up his torso and then over his head, revealing a pale, muscular chest that a marble statue would envy. He whirled the shirt by its sleeves above his head before tossing it away.

Now clad only in his tights, Hydrofuck drew even closer to Manta Ray, straddling the villain’s lap such that his tights-sheathed cock just touched that of his Master. He looked at Manta Ray adoringly with his wide blue eyes, as he softly whispered. “Have I pleased you Master?”

As Hydrofuck performed his dance, Manta Ray gazed and occassionally gasped at the sight he saw. From Hydrofuck’s swaying hips to his engorged cock trying to fight its way out of his green tights, from the ex-hero’s display of his tight bubble butt to his straddling of Manta Ray’s lap, the villain was in such a state of complete bliss that he seemed almost mesmerized by his sex-slave’s performance. The only signs of life the villain showed was his labored breathing and absent stroking of his black-lycra bound cock. Never, ever in his wildest dreams did he believe that his plans would come to such fruition–Hydroman was now his faithful Hydrofuck and performing for his pleasure and his pleasure alone.

When Hydrofuck spoke to him, Manta Ray shook his head in an effort to pull himself back to reality and stared with pure lust into the eyes of the ex-hero who seduced his cold heart.

“Yes,” Manta Ray hissed lustfully as he looked into the eyes of his sex slave, “You have pleased me well, Hydrofuck, but now you will please me even more once I take you to my bed and fuck your hot bubble butt until you scream my name!”

Planting another long and powerful French kiss upon Hydrofuck’s lips, the villain wrapped his powerful arms around his fuck toy’s waist, lifted both himself and the ex-hero out of his chair and carried his sex-slave over to his bed. Breaking the liplock, Manta Ray dropped Hydrofuck onto his bedsheets, roughly pushed the ex-hero onto his back, spread his fucktoy’s legs to either side and traced with his middle finger the outline of a circle around Hydrofuck’s cockhead.

“Seductively crawl to the center of my bed,” commanded Manta Ray without taking his eyes off of Hydrofuck’s engorged cock, “Kneel with your ass facing towards me and do not move until I say otherwise. The time has come for me to consummate my ownership of you, Hydrofuck, and fill your ass with my cum!”

“Yes Master.” Hydrofuck did as he was commanded. He crawled to the middle of the bed, wiggling his tights-clad ass for Manta Ray’s enjoyment. When he reached the center he held his position as ordered, waiting eagerly to serve his Master.

Buried deep beneath the layers of indoctrination and sexual torture, what remained of Hydroman was near panic. The proud, masculine hero he was the day before would have wept with shame to have his ass taken by his greatest foe. But that hero was all but dead. Only Hydrofuck remained, and he was a willing and devoted slave, eager to be filled with his Master’s seed.

Retrieving his Manta helmet and adjusting its controls, Manta Ray fired two tight laser beams from the helmet’s view ports. These beams of light surgically burned a single hole in Hydrofuck’s tights directly over his asshole but avoided touching his skin. Once his delicate work was done, Manta Ray discarded the helmet and unzipped the front of his tights revealing his eager and engorged 10” member which stood straight as a rod in anticipation of the pleasure to come. The villain crawled onto the bed and prowled on all fours over to Hydrofuck’s vulnerable ass, “The time has come for you to fulfill your role as my sex slave, Hydrofuck.”

Manta Ray took a long and admiring look at the tight and hot bubble butt of his sex-slave. He always had a weakness for a perfect pair of ass cheeks. And his fuck toy sure had an exceptional ass. Manta Ray for a while softly caressed the spandex fabric stretched over his sex-slave’s ass and even probed his tight hole with his middle finger.

Moving into position directly behind the ex-hero, Manta Ray grabbed Hydrofuck’s waist and without ceremony rammed his thick ten inches of cock deep into Hydrofuck’s hole, as his entire being became centered on ass-fucking the Ex-King of Atlantis!

“This is…how I’ve…always wanted…YOU!” snarled Manta Ray as he repeatedly drove his hot meat deep into the inner recesses of Hydrofuck’s ass, “To take…you in…your tights like…the fucktoy…that you…ARE!”

“Fuck!…You’re tight!” the villain hissed as he slipped into a humping rhythm that allowed his black-lycra covered hips to slap against Hydrofuck’s green-lycra covered ass with every penetration his cock made of the ex-hero’s tight hole, “Oh YES!…Fucking Hydrofuck!…How does…it feel…to be…fucked by…your MASTER?!”

Hydrofuck moaned as Manta Ray drove his rod deep into his firm, tights-covered ass. Every raw thrust from the villain filled the former hero with both pain and pleasure. Though Manta’s monster cock split Hydrofuck wide, the passionate, masterful fucking had Hydrofuck’s own cock with stiff and drizzling pre-cum in his tights.

“It feels… So good Master,” Hydrofuck panted between gasps and groans. “To have you inside me… Serving you… Knowing I… belong to you… I love you Master. Please… Fuck me harder.”

“Indeed I…shall Hydrofuck!” snarled Manta Ray as he began to redouble his efforts on the ass of the former Atlantean hero, “Indeed I…shall. And…when I…cum I…want you…to scream…my name! Do it…Hydrofuck…do as…your master commands!”

Between Manta Ray’s grunts and groans as he drove himself over and over again and penetrated Hydrofuck deeper and deeper with each and every thrust, the villain felt himself getting closer and closer to climax. He did hold back to stave off cumming inside Hydrofuck’s ass too soon, but Manta Ray knew that eventually he was going to achieve his darkest dream and fill the rectum of his former nemesis, Hydroman, with his cum. And as Manta Ray slapped the green lycra-covered ass cheeks of Hydrofuck to egg on his faithful sex slave–not that he really needed it–Manta Ray knew that his moment to cum had drawn near.

“I am…cumming Hydrofuck!” screamed Manta Ray as he thrusted himself forward in a powerful move that ejected load after load of pent-up cum into Hydrofuck’s tight hole, “Yes! Yes…Scream my name…Hydrofuck…scream it!”

“Yes my Master,” Hydrofuck moaned. “Fuck me Manta Ray,” the former hero begged as the villain pounded his firm ass. His own cock was rock-hard and drooling from Manta’s masterful thrusts. “Fuck me Master! Fill me with your seed! Oh yes Manta! Yes Master! Take me! Fuck me! Fill me!” Hydrofuck yelled, panting breathlessly as the villain blew his mighty load inside him, "AAAAAHHHHHHH…..FUCK ME MASTER….IT FEELS SOOOO GOOOODDD!!!!!

Hydrofuck looked into the mirror and saw what he always wanted: being dominated by the Strong Manta Ray. He was being finally taken and turned into a slave. It felt so right, so good. Master was pounding him hard taking what was his. He felt his hands roaming his body, grabbing his nipples and twisting hard. All his Master BlackManta did was for his pleasure only, and Hydrofuck was happy to serve such strong man.

He felt his cock leak precum like an open faucet. His Master was fucking the cum out of him. He hope that first fuck would last forever….

Hydrofuck moaned as Manta Ray drove his rod deep into his firm, tights-covered ass. Every raw thrust from the villain filled the former hero with both pain and pleasure. Though Manta’s monster cock split Hydrofuck wide, the passionate, masterful fucking had Hydrofuck’s own cock stiff and drizzling pre-cum in his tights.

“It feels… So good Master,” Hydrofuck panted between gasps and groans. “To have you inside me… Serving you… Knowing I… belong to you… I love you Master. Please… Fuck me harder.”

“Indeed I…shall Hydrofuck!” snarled Manta Ray as he began to redouble his efforts on the ass of the former Atlantean hero, “Indeed I…shall. And…when I…cum I…want you…to scream…my name! Do it…Hydrofuck…do as…your master commands!”

Between Manta Ray’s grunts and groans as he drove himself over and over again and penetrated Hydrofuck deeper and deeper with each and every thrust, the villain felt himself getting closer and closer to climax. He did hold back to stave off cumming inside Hydrofuck’s ass too soon, but Manta Ray knew that eventually he was going to achieve his darkest dream and fill the rectum of his former nemesis, Hydroman, with his cum. And as Manta Ray slapped the green lycra-covered ass cheeks of Hydrofuck to egg on his faithful sex slave–not that he really needed it–Manta Ray knew that his moment to cum had drawn near.

“I am…cumming Hydrofuck!” screamed Manta Ray as he thrusted himself forward in a powerful move that ejected load after load of pent-up cum into Hydrofuck’s tight hole, “Yes! Yes…Scream my name…Hydrofuck…scream it!”


Manta Ray hold Hydrofuck tight, hand on his chest, pinching the thick nipples, pumping even more of his modified cum inside his slave. He felt Hydrofuck ass milking every drop of his cum starved for more.

“YES!…YES!…YES!…” screamed the villain as he experienced the most earth shattering orgasm that he had ever felt in his life. The villain’s eyes glazed over as his cock ejected load after load of warm cum into Hydrofuck’s firm ass. When his evil task was done, for a full minute, the villain shook like a leaf in a high wind as he halted his thrusts and savored the slick feel of his cock buried between his sex slave’s luscious globes, “Oh yes…Hydrofuck…you are indeed…a luscious fuck!”

Realizing that both he and his fucktoy were spent from this sexual play, Manta Ray pulled himself out of Hydrofuck’s ass with a reluctant groan, grabbed the ex-hero’s butt cheeks and shoved him forward until Hydrofuck was laying face down on the bed. Seizing his fucktoy by the waist; Manta Ray flipped Hydrofuck onto his back, pinned the ex-hero’s wrists to the bed with his powerful hands and lowered his body atop Hydrofuck’s chiselled chest. As Manta Ray’s cum-covered cock rubbed itself against Hydrofuck’s lycra-encased member, the dominant villain stared lustfully into the eyes of the doomed hero beneath him. Manta Ray’s greatest dream had finally come true–he had not only fucked Hydroman’s brains out but he had also dominated him mind, body and soul. And now he was going to reinforce that fact!

“Our union is now consummated, Hydrofuck, you belong to me now,” declared Manta Ray as he rolled his eyes and revelled in the contact of having his cock rubbing against the ex-hero’s hardened member, “Tell me how much you enjoyed getting fucked by your Master. Tell me how good it feels to be filled with my seed. Tell me how much you love your Lord and Master, Manta Ray!”

When Hydrofuck was done, Manta Ray pulled the lower half of his body further up the ex-hero’s chest until his slowly hardening ten-inch cock hovered just above Hydrofuck’s mouth, “Suck the cock of your Master, Hydrofuck, and drink the sweet nectar of Manta Ray’s cum.”

Hydrofuck writhed eagerly beneath Manta Ray as the villain straddled him, his cock tenting his tights and growing stiffer from the contact from Manta’s own lycra-sheathed rod.

“Thank you Master,” the former hero offered breathily. “Thank you for fucking me and making me yours. It feels so good to be owned by you Master, and filled with your seed. I love you Master, and live only to please you.”

Hydrofuck stared at Manta Ray. His blue eyes were clear, his expression not slack like he was drugged brainwashed or hypnotized. His crotch bulged high and pulsed.

"I LOVE YOU MY MASTER Manta Ray!!!. I love the way you forced your thick Manta cock inside of me claiming me and my hole, riding me, making me stretch, groan and beg for more. The way your seed keeps me warm inside and feeds my soul… I know now with you breeding me, with your cum running inside me, I am Hydrofuck, Manta Ray SLAVE, your fuck toy for everything you desire…

“I love the feel of the weight of your body on me , the way you grab my hands and control me. The way your monster cock rubs against my slave cock.”

Hydrofuck looks at MASTER Manta Ray and raising his head kisses deeply his master. He lowers his head on the bed and said: “YOURS FOREVER MY MASTER MANTA.”

As Manta Ray shifted up Hydrofuck’s prone form, the brainwashed hero stared hungrily at his Master’s cock. The instant Manta Ray gave the command, Hydrofuck leaned in and wrapped his mouth around the villain’s mighty member. The monster cock ought to have been a struggle for a virgin cocksucker like Hydrofuck, but Manta Ray’s conditioning had taught him how to open his throat and take dick like a pro. Hydrofuck pumped his mouth up and down Manta’s cock, swallowing it nearly to the base before sliding back up, then driving back down again and again, while his tongue licked coaxingly at the shaft.

Manta Ray closed his eyes, threw his head back and reveled in the expert cocksucking Hydrofuck was giving him, “Yes! Ahhhhh! Yes! Ahhhh! Yes! That’s it…Hydrofuck…Suck it…Suck it all…Suck my cock…Suck it clean!”

The villain pistoned his monster cock up and down the ex-hero’s throat enjoying the stimulation of Hydrofuck’s tongue wrapping around his dick, “I’m cumming…I’m cumming! Ahhhh!”

Manta Ray fired a massive load into the mouth of his sex slave while he did everything in his power to keep the triumphant joy and exhilaration he now felt from fading away. Quickly slipping into a rhythm that perfectly matched Hydrofuck’s own motions, the villain face-fucked the former hero as he wildly and recklessly allowed his animalistic lust take hold. Finally he was Master of the Seven Seas! Finally he was Master of the Oceans! And finally he was the Master of Hydroman!

After a few minutes more of riding the ex-hero’s face, Manta Ray removed his drained cock from Hydrofuck’s mouth to the sound of a soft “pop”. Breathing in gasps from his sexual exhaustion, the villain allowed a sick and twisted grin to appear upon his face as he gently stroked the side of the ex-hero’s face and removed himself from atop Hydrofuck’s alabaster chest.

Turning his back to the ex-hero, Manta Ray got on all fours and positioned his black lycra covered ass in front of Hydrofuck’s face, “Kiss my ass, Hydrofuck! Worship my ass! Smell my sex and lick it clean!”

Hydrofuck swallowed every drop of his Master’s cum, and was grateful for the privilege. He was sad to have Manta’s cock removed from mouth, and was eager for his next opportunity to serve. He gazed hopefully at his villainous Master with the slavish loyalty of a puppy. So his heart leaped when Manta gave him his next order.

“Yes Master!” Hydrofuck moved to obey. He knelt behind Manta Ray and placed his hands on the villain’s hips. He then buried his face in the villain’s taut ass. He nuzzled the villain’s crack, breathing deeply of Manta’s musk. He tongued the villain’s ass desperately, probing Manta’s hole as deeply as he was able, as though he could drive his way through the black lycra that concealed it, moaning with longing all the while.

Manta Ray moaned as he eagerly accepted Hydrofuck’s attention to his ass, “MMMMmmmm…You are an…excellent cock sucker…and ass licker…my faithful Hydrofuck!”

The villain grounded his hands into the black silk covers of his bed as he closed his eyes and groaned as the former hero tried to probe him, “That feels…so good…my tights…and your tongue…against my hole…it is so goood!”

After several minutes of pure bliss, Manta Ray opened his eyes and hissed, “You are…indeed a….wonder of…wonders, Hydrofuck! But now…I command…you to…stop!”

Turning around to face the former King of Atlantis, Manta Ray smiled as he noticed an all too familiar stain from Hydrofuck’s green lyrca-encased crotch, “It seems that you enjoyed yourself nearly as much as I did. However, I have another form of pleasure in mind for you now.”

Manta Ray reached forward, pulled down the front of Hydrofuck’s tights and with his index finger wiped some of the cum off of the former hero’s dick and smeared it upon his own lips as though it were lipstick. Snapping Hydrofuck’s tights back into place, the villain repeated the gesture by taking his own cum from his engorged cock and pasting it upon the former hero’s lips as well.

“I wish for us to taste each other and enjoy the cum in our kisses as we embrace,” Manta Ray drew close until his cum-stained lips were only inches away from that of his sex slave, “Kiss me, my faithful Hydrofuck, show me how much you love your Master.”

Hydrofuck again didn’t even hesitate. Manta Ray barely finished giving his orders, he was leaning for the kiss, eager to know what next pleasure his Master had in mind for him. He was in love with his powerful Master and his wicked mind. For each new experience Hydrofuck discovered extreme pleasures he thought it never existed an bonded him even more to Manta Ray.

The kiss grew in intensity as Hydrofuck felt Manta Ray tongue take charge and rape his mouth. He was going to kiss him for as long his Master wanted, even if he would pass out from it. Nothing mattered but his Master pleasure.

Manta Ray kept the embrace strong tongue raping Hydrofuck’s mouth, feeling his and Hydrofuck erection grow.

Manta Ray collected more of his cum on his hand and told Hydrofuck: “Lick your Master’s hand clean My Slave.”

Hydrofuck licked eagerly, not missing on single drop of Manta cum. Manta Ray grabbed his slave face again and went back raping his mouth with his tongue.

When oxygen became an issue, Manta Ray broke the liplock and gasped, “Stop, Hydrofuck, your master commands it. Besides, I have a gift for you, I have noticed that you still wear the green tights of the hero you used to be, Hydroman. But you are no longer that hero, you are my faithful sex slave, Hydrofuck, and you should wear something fitting of being my fuck slave.”


Part 3: A Gift for Hydrofuck

Manta Ray moved to a chest next to his bed, opened it and handed to his sex slave a pair of shiny hot pink tights with a golden belt and a belt buckle with “AF” written on it.

“Go into the bathroom behind you, Hydrofuck, clean yourself off and put on your new tights,” commanded Manta Ray, “I want to see how my fuck slave is going to look before we do some sex wrestling on my bed. I challenge you to a fight, Hydrofuck, and I am going to defeat you as well. Now go and change!”

While Hydrofuck went into the bathroom, Manta Ray slipped on a new pair of black tights similar to his old ones. However this new pair not only hugged his body but also sent off erotic charges throughout his butt, cock, legs and feet whenever it came into contact with similar tights. This is what also he gave to Hydrofuck as he readied himself for his sex wrestling match with his former foe.

Hydrofuck felt charged for receiving a present from his Master so soon. For him, it meant he was doing everything right, that he was a good slave for his Master. He undressed and got into the shower. As Hydrofuck soaped himself he caressed his now completely hairless body. His cock and balls, now devoid of any hair, like a slave should be, were plumped and ready to serve any request his Master had. He finished the shower quickly and cleaned himself throughly.

He admired himself in the mirror and like what he saw. The pink tights outlined and accentuated every curve and muscle of his body. He put on the belt: HF, Hydrofuck. He felt proud of his name.

He walked out of the bathroom all ready, walk to his Master and took his position on the floor, on his knees in front of Manta Ray.

“Master Manta Ray, I am ready.”

“Excellent, Hydrofuck,” Manta Ray pointed to the bed, “Now get up on the bed, we shall wrestle there. There are three rules to our match, Hydrofuck: First, the first one to pin the other or make the other cum wins. Second, you may physically and verbally resist me as much as you wish short of injuring me, Hydrofuck. And third, regardless of what you do, I will win this match. Do you understand, Hydrofuck?”

“Good!” Manta Ray followed Hydrofuck onto the bed and crawled up behind the former hero. He wrapped his arms around his sex slaves waist and held him close savoring the slick feel of Hydrofuck’s lycra pink hot bubble butt pressing against his black-lycra encased cock, “Now, begin!”

Manta Ray immediately pushed Hydrofuck down pressing his head into the bedsheets as he once again dry-humped his sex-slave’s hot ass, “What’s the matter, Hydrofuck? Can you not defend your juicy hot bubble butt against me? My cock and I are enjoying this domination. Writhe beneath me, Hydrofuck, writhe beneath me and excite me more!”

Hydrofuck loved the feeling of being pinned down by his Master. He felt Manta Ray monster cock rub against his butt and made him crave for it. All he wanted to do was to be fucked into submission by his Master. But, he didn’t want to disappoint and struggled back, being able to escape Manta Ray’s grip.

Manta Ray could see the bulge on Hydrofuck. Hydrofuck attacked his Master, going on offensive grabbing a handful of His Master cock. Manta Ray moaned with the pleasure. Hydrofuck latched his mouth on Manta Ray nipples and started to suck hard on it, making his Master moan even more.

As Hydrofuck massaged Manta Ray’s cock and sucked on his nipples, the villain fought to control his moans. He wrapped his arms around Hydrofuck’s waist and grabbed two handfuls of his slave’s hot bubble butt squeezing both cheeks getting a girlish squeal from Hydrofuck.

Shoving his sex slave onto his back, Manta Ray mounted Hydrofuck and pressed his master lycra-encased cock against his slave’s lycra-encased cock. As he pinned his sex slave’s wrists to the bed with his own hands, Manta Ray rubbed his engorged cock back and forth against Hydrofuck’s cock.

“Speak to me, Hydrofuck, tell me how you are going to defeat me.” hissed the villain, “Taunt me! Resist me! Tell me how you are going to defy your master Manta Ray.”


Hydrofuck was moaning with pleasure of being dominated by his Master. He didn’t want to fight him, only be taken and used hard, but he had to follow his MASTER Manta orders, so he started to struggle and try to get free.

“I am Hydrofuck, Manta Ray. I am nobody slave. I am gonna knock you down, pound your muscles till they turn jelly. I will use my iron cock to take the fight out of you, make you submit to me and my will. I will milk you dry and turn you into my bitch.”

Hydrofuck was able to flip Manta Ray and get him on his back. Now on top Hydrofuck was the one controlling the rubbing.

“I will start that by making you cum into your tights.”


Manta Ray closed his eyes and enjoyed the slick feel of Hydrofuck’s cock pressing down upon his own. The villain was equally turned on by the language his faithful sex slave used to defy him yet he was determined to win this contest and so began to turn the tables on Hydrofuck.

“You think you can make me cum in my tights, Hydrofuck, think again!” Manta Ray broke Hydrofuck’s grip, rolled over onto his stomach and shoved his black lycra ass into Hydrofuck’s crotch. Pinning his sex slave’s cock between his own hot bubble butt, Manta Ray grinded away at Hydrofuck’s trapped cock, “Now what are you going to do, Hydrofuck? Soon you shall be defeated. Soon you shall cum in your tights. Soon you shall be my bitch. And soon I shall be victorious.”


Hydrofuck was grinding and humping back, feeling Manta Ray ass rubbing harder and faster with each minute. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he felt more and more submissive with each movement.

Trying once again, Hydrofuck grabbed Manta Ray nipples and twisted hard, pinching them violently, but that only brought an evil grin on the face of the villain.

“Wrong move Hydrofuck. You just sealed your defeat.”

Manta Ray leaned back and increased his grinding as Hydrofuck tortured his nipples. The villain then reached back and ran his hands through Hydrofuck’s golden hair massaging and soothing the temple of his faithful sex slave.

“Do you still think you can defeat me, Hydrofuck?” Manta Ray laughed as he ratcheted up his grinding motion, “Your cock is trapped between my luscious globes. Tell me what you’re going to do, Hydrofuck! Tell me how you are going to continue to defy me so close to defeat?”

It was them that hit Hydrofuck: he was never going to be able to defeat Manta Ray. Not because he lacked strength or intelligence for it. It was because he loved his Master and all he wanted was to serve him. All he cared about was to feel the weight of his master on top of him, taking him in every way he could possibly could come with it.

Manta Ray was challenging him, not to be brave and escape or try to dominate his Master but, to be bold and admit, come with the answer on your own that you are his slave and he loves you for that.

The clarity of the thought brought an smile to Hydrofuck face, he pushed his cock deeper into Manta Ray grip and kept torturing his nipples.

“There’s no way I can defeat you My Master, because you are Manta Ray and I am your slave. I belong to you. My life would be empty without you”

“I am so glad you feel that way, Hydrofuck!” snarled Manta Ray as he released his slave’s cock from between his ass cheeks, turned and pushed him so he was lying flat on his back, “Because you have just conceded victory to me. And to the victor goes the spoils!”

Grabbing his sex slave once again by the waist, the villain flipped him onto his stomach, unzipped a micro-zipper in Hydrofuck’s tights which gave him easy access to his sex slave’s hole. Pulling down his own tights covering his engorged cock, Manta Ray plunged his 12" rod into Hydrofuck’s hole and proceeded to rape his sex slave.

“Is this what you want, Hydrofuck?” The villain pumped in and out mercilessly, “To be taken like a bitch and a slave? To be fucked by your master Manta Ray? Is this what you want? Tell me! Tell me how bad you want to be fucked again and again and again by your master? Tell me as I cum and tell me as you scream my name!”

“Yes, that’s what I want My Master. I live for your monster cock and being raped by you. That’s my purpose in life. That’s why I submitted to you. Because it’s the right thing to do.”

Hydrofuck was not just rambling, he was giving Manta Ray his lifelong commitment as his fuck slave bitch. For him that was all that matters. HE loved the way his ass stretched around his cock and grabbed it. The way his Master took him and pounded him. It made his eyes rolls of ecstasy.

“I am your slave Master Manta Ray. That’s what I live for. To serve you. Nothing matters but your pleasure. I am empty without you and serving you. FUCK ME MY MASTER and breed me over and over again.”

“Is that you want My Slave? Is that what you live for Hydrofuck??” Scream my name, because your Master is gonna bred you once again and mark you even deeper as my fuck slave."

Hydrofuck started to push his ass against Manta Ray and tightening his ass, milking the monster cock, giving it in even more to the pleasure. That brought Manta Ray to the edge.



Manta Ray came within his faithful Hydrofuck and came hard. Exploding within the well-raped ass of his sex slave, the villain filled the ex-hero with his cum in an orgy of violent rape.

“AAAAHHHHH!!!” cried Manta Ray as he repeatedly came and came within Hydrofuck for ten solid minutes, “Enjoy it, Hydrofuck! Enjoy me within you!”

Once he was done, an exhausted Manta Ray nearly collapsed on his bed as he moved his cock out of the widened hole of his fuck slave, “Come, Hydrofuck, come and rest in the arms of your master Manta Ray.”

Hydrofuck, dizzy with pleasure and with the pounding he received from his Master, slided his body in the bed. He molded his body against Manta Ray, fitting perfectly with his back touching Manta Ray chest, his nipples poking his back. He rested his head on his Master arm, breathing the strong scent from his armpit. He never felt more comfortable than that. His Master pushed a pillow below his head and put his hand on Hydrofuck crotch, finding a huge wet spot in there. Hydrofuck couldn’t see it, but Manta Ray had a huge evil grin of satisfaction on his face.

Hydrofuck moved his body a little lower and felt Manta Ray leg go over his leg, trapping him in that position. He was totally cocooned by his Master body and scent. He put his hand back, searching for his Master cock. He massaged a bit, bringing a moan and a smile to Manta Ray. Hydrofuck got hard enough and pushed just the mushroom head inside his slave ass.

“There is were your monster cock belong My Master Manta Ray.”

With a sigh and moan of satisfaction Hydrofuck feel asleep for the first time on the arms of his conqueror and Master: Manta Ray.

Manta Ray enjoyed the feeling of complete dominance he now possessed over his slave, Hydrofuck. Now his control was so complete that Hydrofuck initiated his own subservience to his master Manta Ray. The villain fell fast asleep comforted in the knowledge that he had finally defeated Hydroman once and for all.

The End

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