Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2008 19:36:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: AD
Subject: Indiana Jones and the Garden of Eden 2

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I'm glad people liked the first part. Hopefully you'll continue to enjoy
the rest of the story.


Indiana Jones and the Garden of Eden: Part 2


"Dad, I don't think he wants to go," said a skeptical Mutt.

"Oh, they always say something like that. Forbidden temple, or dark magic,"
replied his father. "Its all just part of the bargaining process on his
price."

"Huh uh.... and how many of your guides have ever come back alive?"
responded Mutt, clearly unconvinced.

"What, don't you trust me?" quipped Indiana Jones, grinning
charismatically. Indy was right though, and soon their nondescript native
was leading the pair towards a forbidden ancient holy place known for its
dark magic in the Kundelungu Mountains, near Lake Mweru.

Indy had donned his normal adventuring clothes, complete with hat and whip,
while Mutt had managed to lose his leather jacket due to Africa's
oppressive heat. As Mutt swatted away another mosquito, he felt a distinct
lack of enthusiasm at their task. His tight white shirt was soaked in his
sweat, and you could begin to make out his lithe, smooth body beneath.

"Tell me why again I had to come with you to Africa."

"I think your Mom would have a problem with me leaving you alone, when
crazed madmen are breaking into our home trying to kill us," answered the
older Jones.

"Well if you just explained that all you have to do is screw them, maybe
she would understand," laughed his son. But upon seeing his Dad not
enjoying the joke of telling his Mom what had transpired, quickly lightened
the subject. "Plus, YOU were able to stop that guy.... if I had a chance to
fuck him, he would have probably crowned me his king. All the ladies tell
me I'm the best they ever had," pronounced Mutt sticking out his chest, and
grabbing his crotch.

"Please don't ever do that again... Now hurry up, we're falling behind our
gui...." Indy was cut short by a bloodcurdling yell from up ahead.

Using his machete to quickly cut through the underbrush, Indiana Jones and
his son ran ahead to find the source of the scream. Their guide, dead
already, had been impaled by a spear.

"Poor guy, I knew he shouldn't have come," lamented Mutt. Realizing though
that they were probably in danger as well, the kid brandished his trusty
switch knife. "Who threw it!?"

"Not who.... what?" answered his father, bending back the foliage to reveal
a well endowed statue.  "It's a Mendayu trap. It looks like the spear was
fired out of the... um... phallus, when our unfortunate friend triggered
it."

"He got shot by a dick!? I can't say I'm loving these Mendayu
guys....... at least queers back home aren't trying to kill you. Dad, are
you sure we want to find these people, aren't they probably going to chop
our weiners off or something?"


"I am hoping we can avoid them altogether. Plus castration isn't likely. By
all accounts this tribe worships the power of the , um, penis." Indy, while
a professional scientist, still had a hard time discussing the sexual
nature of their enemies. "Most importantly though, we have to find out what
happened to the man that attacked us. I told you how it reminded me of what
occurred in the Grail Temple? Just think, if the Holy Grail and the false
Grails were somehow connected to Eden, we absolutely can't let the Soviet
Union control the source of their power."

"Thanks for the lesson professor," said Mutt dryly at the overlong
expository explanation.

"Come on, we have work to do," ordered Indy, ignoring his son's comment.

It wasn't long before the two reached the edge of the jungle, at the base
of the mountain. Before them was a colossal ancient ruin. Crumbling
pillars, and heavy stone bricks lay strewn about. The main structure was
still standing, and looked to be built directly into the mountainside. It
consisted of two large half globes that merged together. The adventurer's
approached the temple, and Indiana whistled in amazement at discovered what
was carved on the hemispheres; a map of the world.

"That's extraordinary. This civilization had mapped the entire planet. This
is clearly the work of a very advanced people," exclaimed Jones.

"Great, but how do we get in?" commented his son.

A metal gate wasn't too hard to find; built into the side of one of the
globes. Unfortunately it turned out to be as sturdy as the day it was
constructed, and the two could only look through the bars to a path
descending down into the heart of the mountain.

"Ok.. We can't get in. We tried. Lets go home," suggested Mutt.

"No so fast kid, I did notice a small cave in the center of the two
spheres, and it looks like the exit might be right there," said Indy
pointed out a similar hole in the rock wall on the other side of the bronze
bars.

"No way you could fit through there," said Mutt, taking a closer look at
the circular hole in the middle of the two round globes.

"You're right. If only there was someone here smaller and more nimble,"
hinted Dr. Jones, staring at his son.

"Oh, no. I'm not going in there, I don't know whats in there!" objected
Mutt.

Indy began to try and persuade his son otherwise, but Mutt interrupted,
"Ugh, stop. Cuz you are just going to explain how its for the good of our
country, and then I'll feel guilty, and do it anyway. So lets just skip
that, and I'll just go through the hole."

"Works for me kid," grinned Indy.

 On his initial attempt Mutt found that the cave opening was even too small
for him. "I think I'm going to have to take off my clothes in order to
wiggle through." Wanting to just get the ordeal over with, Mutt stripped
bare. His smooth, athletic body shone with sweat in the midday sun. Indy
couldn't help but be proud when noticing that his boy had inherited the
large Jones' package.

Getting onto his belly, Mutt began worming his way into the stone
cave. Dirt immediately clung to his damp skin, covering him in grime. Soon
all Indy could see were his son's kicking feet, and then after that,
nothing at all. Indy was glad his son hadn't realized that the two globes
were in fact gigantic stone asscheeks, and the hole he was crawling
through, the butthole. It would have made convincing him much harder.

Indiana Jones picked up his son's clothes and walked over to the bronze
gate. Several agonizingly slow minutes later Mutt's dusty head popped out
of the entrance. He looked angry. "I'm done after this, not going any
further. You can go and find whatever flower garden you want. I'm staying
outside," declared Mutt not waiting to extract himself from the cave.

"Fair enough," laughed Indy, looking at the sorry state of his son.. The
kid's usually perfect hair was damp and muddy, and Indy thought it was
perhaps good for his son to be getting out of the sterile city..

"Ok now what?" asked Mutt searching around for a switch to open the gate.

"I think over there, the two holes in the rock wall. I think there are
handles inside. You probably have to turn them at the same time," offered
Indy.

The naked, dirt crusted Mutt shuffled his way to the wall next to the
bronze gate, and reached his arms deep into the crevices. Legs spread
apart, facing the wall, Mutts hands searched for the levers. Indiana stood
just next to him, on the other side of the bars, anxiously waiting to get
into the temple.

"I found them!" yelled Mutt triumphantly as he began twisting them. A click
and whirr sounded throughout the previous silent room, and Mutt let out a
startled gasp as his hands got locked in cuffs inside the wall. Similarly,
rock cuffs emerged from the wall, and locked around his ankles, pinning
Mutt naked against the wall.

"Holy crap Dad, whats happening!" screamed a terrified Mutt.

"What did you do!?" exclaimed Indy startled at the turn of events.

"Just what you said to! Help me!" yelled his son, struggling futilely
against the stone bindings. Just then, the wall in front of Mutt's crotch
fell away, revealing a strange contraption inside; a funnel on top of what
looked like a scale. Next, the floor between Mutt's feet, and directly
below his ass opened up. Indy watched in awe as a 12 inch grey stone cock
began rising from the floor.

"Uh, son... don't look down," said a worried Indy.

"Oh god, get me out of here!" screamed Mutt, obviously not heeding his
father's advice.

The rock dildo kept up its slow ascent towards Mutts vulnerable ass. The
rock cock was set on top of a bronze shaft, which in turn was connected to
a series of cogs and wheels beneath the floor.  The ingenuity of this
ancient society was lost on Mutt though, too fearful over the ever
encroaching sculpted dick. His anxiety rose even further as the dick began
pumping up and down, as its crept its way skyward.

Not wishing to watch is only son deflowered in front of him, Indiana
scrambled to figure out what to do. Indy tied Mutt's pants and shirt
together, and looped them around a bar. Pulling with all his might,
Dr. Jones hoped to dislodge at least one bar from the gate, so he could
squeeze through.  Unfortunately the sides of the bronze were sharpened, and
all Indy's attempt managed was to shred Mutt's precious threads. About to
scold his dad for ruining his clothes, Mutt was suddenly distracted by a
more pressing matter. The thrusting cock had now reached his butt, and was
humping up between his cheeks. Squirm as he might, Mutt could not change
the trajectory of the ancient dildo heading right for his anus.

Indiana Jones knew there had to be a reason for this complicated trap,
"Think kid, why would the Mendayu build such a device." Mutt however was in
no position for higher level thought processes. His eyes squeezed shut, the
boy was determined to keep the invading rock out by clenching his ass as
tight as possible. This proved a fruitless exercise as on one particular
upthrust, the dick pierced his asslips, breaching his inner sanctum. Mutt's
eyes fluttered open, and he grunted in astonished pain. Indy could only
watch helplessly as the stone contraption began to fuck his son.

Mutt's cute face was contorted in agony, as he felt his boycherry being
forcefully taken. He felt full beyond belief, but the footlong phallus had
only begun to penetrate him. Mutt, at a loss for words, could only stare at
his father, his eyes imploring for help. But Indy didn't know what he could
do.  And honestly, he was almost fascinated by the events transpiring
before him. Ever since coming into his life, Mutt had annoyed Indy with his
cocky attitude and know-it-all demeanor. And now his son was being taught a
lesson in humility. Indy was startled out of his trance, by his son's
sudden moans of pleasure.

The fucking shaft was slamming into something deep inside of Mutt that made
him quake with pleasure. His head rolled forward to rest against the wall
as his ass vibrated pleasure throughout his small frame. His smooth young
muscles flexed all over his body as the boy was overcome with
sensation. Indy couldn't believe that this dirt caked, ass fucked kid, was
the same person as the impeccably dressed, perfect hair son he had come to
know. Mutt's own dick had become achingly hard, as it wobbled back and
forth in front of him. The boy would have loved to jerk his hardon, but his
hands were still trapped in the wall in front of him. In and out, the
mechanical cock drilled Mutt's hole, turning his once tight virgin asshole,
into a wellfucked boypussy, and all the kid could do was gasp for
more. Lucky for him, the machine wasn't about to stop on its own.

Watching his son's dick respond to the drilling his hole was receiving,
Indy had a flash of intuition, "Thats it Mutt, don't you see!"

Mutt responded by grunting.

"This is a test son! Only a Mendayu can open this gate, and a Mendayu in
your position would reach orgasm by the penetration. The funnel will
channel your semen onto the scale, and I'm betting that once the scale tips
due to the weight of your orgasm, the gate will open, and you'll be let
go."

Mutt continued to grunt at each pump of the cock as it lodged itself
continually deeper into his gut. Indy mistook his noises as an affirmation
of him paying attention, when in fact Mutt hadn't heard a word.

"Unfortunately, it also means that if you don't cum, the machine will keep
raising the phallus higher, until..... well we won't let that happen. Kid,
are you listening, you gotta cum!" said Indy emphatically trying to get
through to his son.

But Mutt was lost in his own world. One that consisted entirely of his ass,
and the stone cock fucking it. The complete 12 inches had rammed their way
into the helpless kid, and Mutt could feel every rigid groove as it turned
his insides into butter. The kid groaned uncontrollably, and his head
rolled back and forth as he tried to fathom how anything could be forcing
so much pleasure onto him. Rivers of sweat began pouring off him, smearing
the dirt as it dripped down his thin body. At this point, he would not have
minded standing there forever, being eternally speared by the thrusting
machine.

Indy knew better though, as he understood the dire consequences of letting
the cock inch ever higher, as his son was chained unmoving to the
wall. Reaching through the bars, he grabbed his boy by the hair. "Wake up
kid! This isn't a ride, you're in danger! You've got to come, NOW! For
once, just do what you're told!"

Mutt looked blurry eyed at his father's face behind the bars, only a foot
away, "I..ugh.... can't...  need to.... jerk it.."

"Come on boy, you're young, you should be firing off shots at the change of
the wind!"  encouraged his Dad. "Just think of all those girls you've
scored with. Think of their breasts, their pussy, think of whatever you
want, just CUM!"

Indy was shocked to see a tear roll down the side of his son's flushed
cheek. Through grunts, groans, and sobs he heard Mutt confess, "I've never
ugh.... scored with ... a chick Dad. I'm a virgin."

Mutt probably should have said, WAS a virgin, because he definitely was one
no longer after the fierce frigging his boypussy was receiving at the
moment. Mutt's eyes flashed wide as the contraption finally began to cause
real pain. Cuffed to the wall, his body was unable to move upward with the
rising phallus, and the unyielding rock would soon start damaging the kids
interior. Dismayed at the site of his son's erect cock starting to go
flaccid at both the mental pain of his humiliating confession, and the
physical torture the machine was beginning to cause, Indy knew it was time
to take action. His son would die in front of him without his help, and he
would not let that happen.

"I really don't think you want me to do this kid, but you can thank me for
it later," said Indy quietly as he reached through the bronze bars and
grabbed a hold of his son's meaty package. Mutt moaned at the contact that
his dick had been desperately craving. Indy jerked his son's cock
furiously, knowing there was no time to spare, uncaring that his arm was
dripping blood from scraping against the sharpened bronze bars. Mutt's eyes
thanked his father for helping him in his time of need, and his youthful
body began to twitch from the impending orgasm.

"Oh fuck, I'm almost there. Fuck, Dad, I'm CUMMING" growled the boy, as his
dick spewed his seed into the funnel behind the wall. Indy made extra sure
to aim his son's cock correctly, so that no drop was spared. The jism
slowly leaked down the metal funnel, finally collecting on the scale
below. Indy prayed that it was enough weight to turn off the devilish
device. Mutt just groaned as the stone dildo continued to pummel his
insides into jelly.

With only a slight tip of the scale, the whirring commotion of the
mechanical gears came to an abrupt stop. The funnel and scale were hidden
once again behind a slab of stone, the cuffs retracted back into the wall,
the villainous rock phallus receded with astonishing speed back into the
hole, leaving Mutt gasping at the feeling of it scraping its way out, and
finally the bronze gate portcullis lifted into the air. Indiana Jones was
through the entrance in a flash, in time to catch the falling Mutt in his
arms. Cradling his stunned naked son, Indy whispered, "Its ok now boy, I
got you.  You're ok now. I never should have sent you in there, I'm sorry."

Indy didn't know how long they stayed there like that, but sometime later,
Mutt tried to get up.  Helping his boy stand on his unsteady legs, Indy
asked "You alright Henry?"

"Yea Dad, I think I'll be ok. Thanks... thank you for saving me," answered
the kid looking up into his father's concerned face.

Indy shrugged, "Hey kid, thats my job."

The African sun was setting behind the mountain and Mutt could feel the
wind whipping up his empty boyhole. He shivered. His ass was still open
like a chasm due to the intense fucking it had taken. Indiana Jones noticed
his son was cold, and took off his brown jacket, draping it over the boy's
slender shoulders.

"I don't think you'll be wearing those anytime soon, so this will have to
do," said Dr. Jones gesturing at Mutt's ripped clothes.

"Well... don't you want to find out what's inside?" asked Mutt smiling
shyly.

"Alright, lets head in, but I'm helping you walk," replied Jones. Mutt
gladly accepted the help, as his Dad slipped his arm around his back. The
unlikely duo, hardy adventurer hunk and half naked boy, made their way
slowly down the path into the darkness of the mountain. What awaited them
was a wonder they both couldn't even begin to imagine.