Date: Thu, 7 May 2009 19:14:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: AD
Subject: Indiana Jones and the Garden of Eden 3

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Indiana Jones and the Garden of Eden: Part 3



"Kid do you have a light?"

"Uh...... no... smoking is bad, remember, you made me quit?" Mutt would
have given is father a stinkeye had he known exactly which direction to
look. But they were both standing in pitch black darkness. Only a few
twists and turns of the cave had extinguished all light from the outside
world.

"Maybe we can just guide ourselves by touch.. let me find a wall......"
offered Mutt.

"KID, DON'T MOVE," commanded Indiana from somewhere beside him. Mutt froze.

"Now.. again.. Do you have a light?" questioned his father with less
patience in his voice.

"Well I guess.... here," said Mutt reaching into a pocket of his leather
jacket. Revealing a Zippo lighter, the boy brought the flame to life,
illuminating their surroundings.

"HOLY SHIT" exclaimed the terrified teen. He was standing at the edge a
deep hole. One step further and he would have plummeted to his
doom. Stumbling backwards, the boy tripped over his feet, only to be caught
by his father standing behind him.

Indiana quickly snatched the lighter, and helped Mutt get his footing.

"Good... now...... Stop smoking!" insisted Indiana. His worry over Mutt's
bad habit was a little ironic being that his son had almost just fell into
an abyss.

"Sure... father knows best," quipped his son rather sardonically.

"Damn right I do... especially in places like this." Jones' serious tone
conveying that he wasn't taking the bait.

Mutt sheepishly looked down, properly chastised. Indiana could see his
son's lament by the brightness of the tiny light. Still naked except for
his leather jacket, Mutt's skin gleamed with sweat. His boyish face
betraying how nervous he was about this whole adventure. Feeling bad about
coming down to hard on the boy especially after the ordeal he had just
experienced on the surface, Indiana grabbed the nape of Mutt's neck and
brought him close for a hug.

"Ok ok.. just stay close kid, and we'll be ok alright. Just stay close."

Indiana looked at the cavern below them. A large round dome deep under the
mountain, with a spiral staircase rimming its edges. Barely lit by the
lighter was an immense obelisk standing in the middle of the cavern rising
deep out of the depths. But instead of a pyramid on top, it was more
rounded, coming to a tappered edge.

"Great, a giant dick, we get it, you dudes are gay, get a new theme," joked
Mutt.  Glad that their experience hadn't dampened Mutt's sense of humor,
Indiana laughed at the joke as well.

Around and around the edge of the cave the two traveled, slowly traveling
deeper and deeper under the earth's surface. Mutt leaned heavily against
the wall, nervous that one false step might send him over the edge of the
bannisterless stair. After what seemed like trudging in the cavern forever,
the two noticed a change. The blackness of the cavern had become a muted
gray.

"We are getting near the bottom, theres light up ahead," explained Indy,
clicking off the lighter.

The two reached the bottom of the stair, and covered their eyes, blinded by
the light up ahead. A doorway emblazed in burning light lay at the other
end of the cavern. Inching their way forward, wary of what they were to
find, Indy and son finally made it to the portal of light. Shielding their
eyes, they stepped through. They found themselves standing in the brightest
daylight either had ever experienced.

They stared in wonder at the dreamland around them. A wonderland of
impossible flora sprouted around them. Father and son both noticed the
colors all around them. They were too bright. They were too real. As their
eyes adjusted to the glaring light, the scene before them only made less
sense. Fruits of every color..... except the correct one. Bright purple
oranges, and deep red pears dangled from emerald leafed trees. Bush's of
ocean blue strawberries skirted the trees, and vines of orange grapes
wrapped around the trunks.. A cornocupia of rainbow vegetation was thriving
here deep beneath the earth.

"Eden" whispered Indiana Jones.

"But.... but how can this exist so far underground Dad?" asked the amazed
Mutt.


"Care if I explain, child?"

Indiana and Mutt spun around to see an old man hunching over a cane, slowly
hobble out from behind one of the fantasy trees.

"You see, we are standing at the bottom of a very long, very deep
canyon. The canyon walls, come within a foot of each other at the very top,
making this valley nigh invisible from the sky.  See there..." said the
elderly gentlemen, "the walls are lined with crystal, quartz perhaps, it
reflects light from the surface all the way down here. Rather ingenious if
I say so myself." The man had a recognizable German accent. .

"And just who are you?" questioned a worried Indiana. Unanounced
expositioners usually didn't bode well. He positioned himself between the
geezer and his son.

"My apologies, heir Jones. My name is Dr. Geistlangor. My friends and I
repelled down to this garden a few days ago. I was wondering when you would
show up."

"Your friends?" responded Jones, knowing this was going to be bad.

"Dr. Jones, meet the Red Army."

And with that a flurry of motion erupted from behind almost every tree in
sight. An armed soviet soldier, each toting an AK47 pointed directly at the
boy and his father.

"We've met actually," replied Jones cooly, staringly with anger at the old
man.


"So what's a Nazi doing with the commies huh?" queried Jones

"Surely you can understand that the services of someone such as myself
would be too valuable for the Kremlin to lock away in some cell," said
Geistlinger with an evil grin on his face.

"And by that you mean, dumb enough to not understand that you'll betray
them in the end," replied Indy.

The doctor just smiled at Indiana terribly. "Bind them. Bring them to me."

"Run back to the stairs, Mutt, NOW" yelled Indy

But it was too late, massive Russian hands clasped around their shoulders,
keeping the two Americans in place. Their arms were pulled tightly behind
their back, and rope was used to fasten their hands together.

"Don't worry kid, I've been in worse scrapes before," said Indy trying to
comfort his son.

Mutt was a bit preoccupied to listen, as one of the soldiers loosely
grasped his dangling dick, laughing at the sorry state of the half naked
teenager.

"Yea you like it so much plowhead, why don't you suck it," taunted Mutt.

"Your son sure has a lot of spunk now, doesn't he? Hopefully we'll get to
see some of it." Dr.  Geistlinger taunted, continued to enjoy himself. The
doctor reached up under Mutts jacket, and stroked the boys chest and
nipples. "The flesh is so firm, and soft, oh the pleasures of youth. I've
always liked them young... I think I will... sample this one." Geistlinger
gently squeezed Mutt's taught buns.

Mutt shuddered. The man had seemed old from far away, but from up close
Dr. Geistlangor was positively ancient. The geezer's hands continued to
caress his young body, while the soviet soldier's watched in amusement.

"Stop! Whatever you are going to do. Use me. Leave my son alone!" pleaded
Indy.

Turning towards the adventurer. "But you see... you're not really my
type... But then again...  perhaps this would be a fine time to start with
the experiments." The doctor barked some orders in Russian, and soon a
guard appeared caring a bunch of pink bananas.

"You see Joneses, while we have already found what I came for," said
Geistlinger gesturing to a tree on the hill bearing white apples, "but the
rest of these wondrous fruits will be going back to Moscow. And they will
surely wish to know what their money has purchased."

The doctor broke off a single banana, and began to slowly unpeel the pink
colored skin. "If my studies of the Mendayu carvings have been right, this
miracle banana is worth all the gold in Solomon's mines.. In fact, one
could say I'm doing you a favor."

"I highly doubt tha..." started the captive Indy, but was interrupted as
the phallic shaped fruit was shoved into his mouth. All Indiana could do
was chew and swallow, in order to not choke.

The doctor stepped back, leaning on his cane, and observed the results of
his experiment. Even Mutt, though frightened for his father, stared
intently, waiting for whatever was going to happen.

Indy suddenly felt a fuzzy warmth spread across his body, and his knees
grew weak. A collective gasp escaped his audience, as they saw the change
occur. Indy's hair lost its gray sheen, and began turning a golden brown.
His skin started to lose the wrinkles and scars that had built up over a
lifetime of rough living. Indiana's muscular frame began to shrink, his
firm body seeming to melt away. And what was left was a skinny teenager,
about the age as when Indy had tried to protect The Cross of Coronado,
about the same age as Mutt is now.

Mutt blinked, unable to believe what his eyes were telling him. His dad,
the hardy tough adventurer, was gone. And what had been left in his place
was a scrawny kid. "Dad...  ?"

"Mutt..." but the voice that answered was not that of his confident adult
father, but instead of a young scared boy.

Dr. Geistlangor cackled in joy. "By the fuhrer! Now this is a body I can
appreciate." The doctor quickly removed Indy's now loose fitting clothing
without any struggle from the shocked explorer. Geistlangor ran his
wrinkled hands all over the boys youthful new frame, tweaking his nipples,
and playfully slapping his ass. Indy's smooth dick rose uncontrollably into
an erection.

Indy had forgotten what it was like to be young, when his cock had a mind
of its own. Mutt's own boydick was behaving similarly from watching his
transformed father being manhandled, rising up below his jacket.

"Stop..please," pleaded the powerless Indy. Without the muscles that he had
taken a lifetime to acquire, he was probably only barely stronger than this
old man. Plus with his arms tied behind his back, he was completely exposed
and at the mercy of his captors.

"Make me Dr. Jones," said Geistlangor cruelly, his oily fingers finding the
hole inside Indiana's buttcheeks.

"Ohhhh ohhhhh" moaned Indy has the old man's fingers snaked their way
inside his ass. It was all too much for him. His youth, thrust back upon
him, had overcome his mind and body with horniness. "Is this what Mutt
constantly feels like?" wondered Indy briefly before all thought was
expunged from his mind when the gnarled finger found his prostate, and his
body shook with pleasure.

"Dad, fight him! Do your heroic Dad stuff already!," called out Mutt
feeling helpless to save his father.

"Yes Dr. Jones, do as your son says, I like it when they struggle."
Geistlangor grinned evilly in Jones' face, daring him to push him
away. Indiana was ready to hurl a trademark insult, it was ready on his
tongue, but all that came out was another moan, as Geistlangor twitched his
digit inside the boy.

"While Heir Jones, it is enjoyable to play you like a puppet, what I
require is a willing servant. I'm sure you know of the Mendayu tradition of
taking control through the act of sex. Well you see, here in the Garden,
it's a little more real than a cultural thing. If one such as
say..... myself... were to breed one such as... yourself... while under the
influence of this glorious fruit," said Geistlangor holding up a blood-red
pear, "then your will would be mine." The doctor's grin through worn brown
teeth looked more like a snarl. The old man quickly munched away on one of
Eden's treasures.

"Now Indiana Jones... you will be mi...... oh shiza!" Geistlangor was
shaking his fist at his own crotch. "This blasted old thing hasn't
performed since Freida passed. But I wouldn't want to disappoint you
Dr. Jones, and we are lucky that Eden provides for all ailments."

With that Geistlinger pealed another rose banana, and quickly ate half of
it. Within seconds his body started to change, grow taller, his clothes
ripping to shreds and fell off him. Muscles filled his decrepit form, and
what was finally left was a blonde adonis. Geistlangor had become a
terrifying muscle hunk from his own past.

Stretching his large frame, Geistlangor whispered as he checked himself
out. "I never thought I'd be like this again. If my wife could see me now,"
chuckled the naked glowing Ubermensch.  Seeing Indy and Mutt's astonished
faces, Geistlangor responded. "I wasn't always on my deathbed you know, and
with the power of Eden behind me, no one will have to grow old again.  Join
me Dr. Jones, and together we will bring a new age."

Indy just stared. Geistlangor had been, and now was again, gorgeous. Thick
jaw, blue eyes, and white blonde hair cut short in a crewcut. The German's
body rippled with muscle, and was the exact opposite of the now weakling
Indy. "Oh no," thought Indy, "this guy is turning me on.  Please tell me
I'm not back in my experimenting days."

"And sacrifice what? Bow to Stalin or you? I don't think so buddy," stepped
up Mutt, covering the heroic role for his woozy father.

"It is funny to me that you think you have a choice. You either shall help
me willingly, or as my slaves. The latter option is more fun anyways,"
answered Geistlangor.

Indy was going to muster up a reply, but the hulking doctor stepped up, and
forcefully pushed him to his knees, ramming his thick rod deep down Jones'
throat. Indy gagged as the sausage snaked its way down his gullet, but the
doctor just left his dick there.

"You better get used to this position boy, because its going to be your new
lot in life for the Red Army," taunted Geistlangor as he began to piston
his manmeat in and out of Indy's mouth.

The whole scene was unreal to Mutt. His father, who was now not his father,
but some kid, was being sexually overcome, by an old man, who now could
give Hercules a run for the money.  Suffering from the same youthful
horniness that which is father was now afflicted with, Mutt's boycock began
to rise. Sex, no matter what the circumstance, never failed to get Mutt's
dick drooling. The two guards holding him, noticed the boy's arousal, and
began to slap and pet his exposed genitals.

Indy's eyes looked up at his captor, exploring the mounds of smooth flesh
and muscle, becoming more turned on by the moment. Curse his new body! He
had no self control. His hands struggled behind his back, not to get free,
but in a vain attempt to stroke his aching meat. All he could do was moan,
which let Geistlangor's 10inch babymaker slide more easily into him.

Geistlangor was slightly surprised how willing and pliable the famous
explorer had become. He had fully expected to have to fuck him with the
power of Eden before the adventurer would submit. It seemed though, that
the young Indiana Jones had been quite a horny kid. No matter, to be safe
Geistlangor knew that the Indy's hole must be conquered. No time like the
present. The doctor slowly withdrew his meat, being sure not to miss the
chance to cockslap the helpless boy, covering his face in spit and
dickjuice.

Meanwhile Mutt had closed his eyes in pleasure from the administrations of
the soldiers. One was leisurely stroking his dick, while the others was
gently exploring his boyhole, finding it definitely more open than
expected. While still sore from the stone cock trap on the surface, Mutt's
ass still relished the attention and greedily sucked in the thick Russian
fingers. Mutt's knees grew weak and he would have collapsed if he was not
being held upright by the farmboys.

The two soldier's laughed at Mutt's obvious arousal, and decided to help
the doctor put on a show for the 30 or so fellow soldiers who had begun to
stroke themselves. They removed Mutt's leather jacket, and tossed it to the
green valley floor. One then lifted the boy up by his armpits and swung him
around, letting his mates get a good look at the sexy teen. It was then
that Mutt realized that this situation was out of his father's control, and
that if they were to be saved he would have to be the one to do it.

The broadchested Geistlangor was standing up straight and tall. He had
hoisted the young Indiana's feet over his shoulders, and held the boy's
torso in his arms. In this position he would be able to watch Indy's face
as he conquered him. Indy could feel his exposed boyhole teetering on the
edge of the doctor's hefty german sausage. He remembered that it was going
to be bad if he got fucked, but he couldn't exactly remember why. And this
muscle god was sure making him horny. Indy felt himself rock back and forth
in the blonde hunks arms, feeling his ass open up to the waiting
dick. Geistlangor knew the boy was ready, and pulled the boy to him,
skewering the boypussy in the process. Even in his "experimenting" days,
Indiana had never been the one to be fucked, let alone by the mother of all
cocks, that Geistlangor was sporting. His ass was awash in pain, as Indiana
felt every inch of the monster bury itself into him.. His legs kicked, and
his body quaked, but the doctor held on firm to his prey. And then it was
done. He was fully imbedded into the former explorer. Indiana Jones was
fucked.

Everyone was silent. Even the guards holding Mutt had momentarily stopped
fondling him. Mutt stared intently had his father. All eyes were on
Indy. Waiting... waiting.... waiting...

"FUCK ME!" a cry was let out through the garden. Indy had begun to fuck
himself manically onto the dick inside of him. The power of Eden was
beginning to control him, making him a slave to Geistlangor's will.

"NOOO..." screamed Mutt at the realization that his father was lost. The
guards, startled back to the present by their captive's bellow, got back to
their own devious plan. They lay the bound boy, face up on the ground,
while beckoning their fellow comrade's to join them. Soon Mutt was
surrounded by a dozen guards, the other dozen or so having taken up
position around Indy and the doctor. From his vantage below, Mutt watched
as the ring of soldiers began to jerk off above him. They were going to
humiliate the captured kid with a cum shower. Mutt had other plans.

Meanwhile Geistlangor was using every ounce of his newly regained strength
to piston fuck his boy.. The blonde goliath's body glistened in sweat, as
he rammed his cock into the helpless American lad. Geistlangor, while
enjoying the pleasure, was as calm as could be though. His eyes drank in
the sight before him, not missing a second of his victory. Times like these
were to be remembered. Indy on the other hand was slobbering over himself
in desire. As soon as the doctor's manrammer had bottomed out inside him,
his own will began to vanish. All he knew was the doctor's lust. The slim
Indy felt so powerless in the larger man's firm embrace, and indeed he
was. Eden's power could not be resisted. Indy's hands clutched onto
Geistlangor's smooth waste, and used the leverage to further plow himself
onto the dick. He knew he had to pleasure this superior being, give it
everything it wanted, give him and his body entirely to it. Indy's own hard
dick wobbled back and forth above his belly, leaking cocksnot all over
himself.

"Yes boy. You are mine. When I seed you, your transformation into your new
life will be complete and irreversible. Tell me how much you want it. Tell
me boy."

"Yes, sir! Please make me yours. ung UNG.... please, sir, give me your
seed."

Geistlangor pulled the boy up to his lips, and buried his tongue inside
Indy's hot mouth. He came.  His cock released a torrent of power infused
sperm deep inside Indiana Jones. Indiana let any last vestiges of himself
happily slip away as he felt the power of eden overwhelm him. His untouched
boycock spurted its own geyser, covering his belly in jizz. The mad doctor
had won. He had beaten Indiana Jones, and claimed his ass as his own.

The Russian soldiers each had their left arms around their buddy's necks,
while their right ones furiously beat their meat. They formed a ring around
the "helpless" kid. Just as Geistlangor's cock was claiming its prize, the
soldiers began to lose their load over Mutt. Like a synchronized fountain,
Soviet cum squirted out of the soldiers, pelting the kid below. The
soldier's having closed their eyes upon climax, relishing their orgasm,
failed to see the cum covered teen kick out at one if their comrade's
knees. The man fell to the ground mid-cum, toppling over the man next to
him, and then the man next to him. The circle jerk chain fell like dominos
around Mutt. The naked boy, dripping in communist spunk was on his feet in
a flash. The guards immediately around him, were still in a post orgasmic
haze, confused on why they suddenly were lying in a pile on the ground.

Mutt turned to run back towards the entrance, but froze for a half second
upon seeing his Dad.  The young Indiana Jones was standing between Mutt and
Geistlangor. Indy's arms encircled the giant man's waist, and his mouth
suckled obediently on Geistlangor's right pec.

"Dad.." Mutt didn't want to leave his father behind, but he had no choice.
If he didn't leave now, he would share his old man's fate.

The guards standing around the doctor had turned their machine guns toward
the kid, waiting on Geistlangor's word to riddle him with bullets. But Mutt
was through the dark doorway in the rock without further hesitation. The
Soviet soldiers were about to follow when the doctor ordered them to halt.

"No. Let the boy go. We have his father, and he will come to us. And then
he will join the good Dr. Jones' fate," explained Geistlangor as he petted
Indy's head. "Wouldn't that be nice pet, to have your son join you in
servicing me and my men."

Jones just nodded as he continued to give his master's chest a tongue bath.

"I am done with this one for now. Take him away. Feel free to use him
however you like."

Mutt, sweat soaked and cum caked, ran up the spiral staircase, never once
stopping, his arms still tied behind his back. It was a bittersweet to
reach the surface, and the mouth of the cave. He was free, but his father
was not. Exhausted Mutt collapsed to the ground, and wept in the hot
African sun. What could he do? How could he rescue his father? He was just
one teenager versus the Red Army and its supervillian mad doctor.
Eventually the tears stopped, and Mutt knew what he had to do. Knew what
his father would have done. He would be the hero. He would save the day.

Standing up, and wiping his eyes, Mutt pronounced to no one in particular
his intentions.

"Dad. I will save you. Like you've saved me. I will rescu......"

"INTRUDER!"

His soliloquy interrupted, Mutt peered over his left shoulder at who was
behind him.

"WE ARE THE MENDAYU"


To be continued....


Here are some of my other slash stories.

Tricking Xander- Gay/Celebrity
The Sperminator- Gay/Sf-fantasy
Sexually Arrested Development- Gay/Celebrity