Date: Thu, 3 Sep 2009 22:28:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: AD
Subject: Indian Jones and the Garden of Eden 5

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Thanks to everyone who has expressed interest in the series, and apologies
for taking awhile to write each chapter. This is the second to last chapter
in the story. Hope you enjoy.


Indiana Jones and the Garden of Eden Part 5


Mutt knew of very little for a long time. Shortly after encountering the
Mendayu, he had been clobbered on the head from behind, and darkness
quickly took over his world. The boy was vaguely aware that he was being
carried somewhere...deep into the jungle. His half conscious mind was
filled with confused thoughts and dreams. Images of naked soviet soldiers,
and nude jungle warriors chasing him through Eden raced through his head,
and his boydick bounced and twitched at the thought of being caught.

Mutt came back to the real world slowly.  The first thing he noticed was
that it was nearly dark already. How long had he been out of it? His groggy
vision came into focus. He was in a village.  But a type of which he had
never seen before. The round huts were not on the jungle floor, but instead
perched on top of thick tree trunks. It gave Mutt the distinct feeling that
he was in a forest of giant...

"Dicks... you know what , at least no one can say you guys aren't
consistent," said the naked teen, as he just now realized that he was tied
to a stake. Struggling too free himself, he was surprised to be met with a
reply.

"We Mendayu have a very strong and ancient tradition."

"Apparently you speak English though..." replied Mutt, trying not to let
fear creep into his voice, as he craned his neck to try and see who was
addressing him. This seemed to confuse his host, as there was silence for
several minutes.

"You should not have come to our land, you should not have desecrated the
holy valley. Now you will never leave," said the Mendayu as he finally
showed himself to the boy.

"HEY! I know you! I've seen your picture! You're Captain Codsworth!"

Mutt had recognized the man immediately. Even though he was naked from head
to toe, and painted with Mendayu tribal art, it was still the British
military officer who's journal had led them to Eden in the first place.

"We found your journal! It brought us here... You have to help me escape,"
urged the desperate teen.

"You are our prisoner. You must pay," answered the man blankly.

"Your name is PHILLIP CODSWORTH! You were lost in this jungle nearly 60
years ago! You are not a Mendayu! Let me go!" yelled Mutt, with increasing
frustration.

The commotion started to bring more villagers into the open. All men, all
built like tanks, clambered down from their huts and assembled around the
tied nude kid. Mutt noticed that they were all of different
nationalities. It seemed that men from all over the world made up the
Mendayu tribe.  Mutt realized that these villagers all probably were
prisoners before being converted to Mendayu. The thought made him shiver in
dread for what lay ahead.

"Phillip Codsworth...."Mutt began.

 "STOP USING THAT NAME," shouted the Englishman, for the first time showing
emotion.

"Ok fine.." relented Mutt "but you have to understand... I didn't desecrate
anything. It was the Russians!" But the boy realized his pleading would do
no good.  Mutt then realized that Phillip Codsworth hadn't aged. The power
of Eden had kept him young all these years. Young...  and
attractive. Apparently still around 30 years of age, the former British
officer was a knockout.  It seemed as if the Captain had spent the entirety
of the intervening 60 years working out.  Mutt was startled that he even
noticed such a thing. This place was starting to affect him. He had to
escape, and soon!

"It is time for judgement," said the English hunk.  "Bring him to the Ring
of Trials."

2 Mendayu broke from the group and approached the boy.  Mutt felt the rope
around his wrists loosen, and he tried to make a break for it. But the
tribesman were too quick. They tripped him as he tried to leap away, and
Mutt ended up sprawled on the ground. He looked up at the naked warriors,
unable to help feeling small and weak in comparison.  The one whom seemed
Spanish in origin bent down and easily tossed the boy over his shoulder as
if he weighed nothing. Mutt felt helpless. He squirmed and kicked, but
could get no leverage as the Mendayu began a procession towards the center
of their village. From his vantage, Mutt had a perfect view of the man's
sculpted back and round ass and couldn't help but admire them. His own
crotch was being ground against his captors bare shoulder, and Mutt soon
was hard.  The man seemed to notice, and gave the boy a playful slap on his
upturned ass.

The ride was soon over though, as the boy was tossed unceremoniously into
the dirt. Mutt looked around him. The Ring of Trials was nothing
fancy. Just a circular clearing in the jungle.

"Now what?" asked the boy to himself. He soon got his answer.

The Mendayu, who had circled about the ring, began chanting in a language
he didn't understand.  Mutt stood up, and wondered if he could make another
dash for freedom, but soon that impulse died. Out of the jungle stepped
something that Mutt was sure wasn't human. It couldn't be. No one was that
big. That tall. That muscular.

But the terrifying being was human. It was the Mendayu chiefton.  Hairless
from his bald head to his gigantic erect cock, the Mendayu chief was a
sight to behold. His dark chocolate skin covered a bulky frame bursting
with power.  His fierce gaze pierced the skinny white boy, and made him
quake. Mutt had been naked this whole time, but for some reason only now
did he actually feel it.  The lithe American teenager was a stark contrast
compared to the huge Mendayu warrior. The chief bellowed something foreign,
and Mutt shrank back even farther.

"Our chief commands that we obey the ancient ways.  Combat will decide your
fate, as it has decided all of ours," translated the Englishman, who was
kneeling at the edge of the ring. A blood red pear was tossed at Mutt, and
landed at his feet. The same was done for the chief. Mutt remembered this
fruit, and what it could do.  Geistlangor had used it to enslave his
father's will.  This pear was probably responsible for how the chief
controlled the Mendayu... which meant that the chief had conquered each and
every one of the men surrounding the ring. And Mutt was next.

The chief had already devoured his pear by the time Mutt began chomping on
his. Mutt hadn't eaten in a day, and he quickly finished Eden's gift.

"Well I'm certainly not going to go down without a fight," thought Mutt,
trying to shore up his courage.

Just then the chief charged, and the match begun. Baring down on the kid at
a ferocious speed, all Mutt had time to do was dive to the side. The punch
aimed for his head, swung only through air instead. The chief bellowed in
anger. Mutt on the ground kicked at the chief's leg trying to topple
him. But the beast of a man stood strong. He reached down and picked up
Mutt under the boy's arms, and then threw him a good 10 feet into the
center of the ring. Mutt hit the dirt hard. The kid groaned as pain shot
through him. The dazed kid rolled on to his back just in time to see a
giant foot crashing down on his head. Rolling to the side to avoid, Mutt
quickly jumped to his feet.

"Alright new plan!" Mutt said to no one in particular, before making a bee
line towards the edge of the ring. The Mendayu though blocked his attempt
to leave the ring, throwing him back towards the hulking chieftain. The big
man was suddenly up close again, swinging for the fences.  Huge fists
barreled through the air, but the nimble Mutt dodged them all.

 Mutt threw a punch of his own, but was surprise to find his tiny fist
caught and clenched in the hand of the larger man. The chief sneered at the
boy, and yanked him forward.  Mutt, pulled off balance, flew into the
African's firm embrace. Face to face, with the behemoths arms encircling
his slender form, Mutt couldn't break free.  The chief was slick with
sweat, and Mutt felt glued against his skin.  The boy smelled the lust, the
heat, the raw power of the man, and his head began to swim.

In broken English, the chief spoke softly but firm.. "Now .. you .. are
mine.."

The chief heaved, and the teenager rose into the air.  Mutt's legs suddenly
off the ground, searched for something to steady himself on, and
instinctively wrapped themselves around the chief's waist.  So large was
this man though, that the boys legs could not even wrap all the way around.
Mutt realized his vulnerable position a half second too late, and his eyes
went wide as the Mendayu chief slammed the boy down onto his dark meat,
balls deep.

The crowd of Mendayu roared as their leader claimed victory.  Mutt let
loose his own cry as well.  One of pain and pleasure. The boy felt like he
couldn't breathe, so filled with cock that it was pushing out all the air
in his lungs. Impaled so fully upon the colossal dick all Mutt was able to
do was twitch and moan. He felt his thoughts fading as the will of the
chieftain forced its way into his mind. His head filled with whispers in an
ancient tongue, telling him to submit, to yield to the power of
Eden. Mutt's head felt heavy and he let it rest in the nape of his
conquerer. He licked the sweat off the chief's neck and tasted the scent of
his superior.

The black musclechief wasted no time, not caring if the kid had adjusted to
his humongous member. This hole was his prize to claim, and claim it he
did. His dark cock was a blur of motion, burying itself and then
withdrawing over and over again into the pink boyflesh. The chief's dick
looked nearly wider than the young lad's hips, but somehow it managed to
force itself into Mutt's tiny puckered hole. The kid clutched at the black
man's biceps for dear life, as his ass was pummeled by the fuckstick below.
Mutt's ass wasn't truly a virgin, being that the stone trap at Eden's
entrance had been the one to truly take his cherry. But this was
different. The rod in him now was alive, pulsing with desire. It was making
the teenager crazy with lust.

The two of them glistened with sweat in the light of the setting sun.
Around them a Mendayu victory orgy unfolded.  The man formerly known as
Captain Philip Codsworth was being spitroasted on his knees by two middle
eastern men.  The Spanish Mendayu who had carried Mutt to the ring was
working his cock in and out of a buff Asian butt. The sounds of sex filled
the jungle, driving the men further into a cock frenzy.

The chief let go of Mutt and solely held him aloft by the dick in the kid's
ass. He used his hands to grab the kids sweat soaked hair, and position his
youthful face in front of his own. The African chief dove his tongue deep
into the boy's mouth and relished his win over the teen. The man loved
nothing more than conquering a new member for his tribe. Mutt accepted his
ruler's tongue as it explored his own mouth, and was happy to know that he
was pleasuring his chief. The voices in his head grew louder, drowning out
his own thoughts.  He began to pump himself down on the manmeat inside him,
meeting the chief's fucks with equal intensity. His hands explored the
fleshy pecs of his fucker, and he knew that the chief's will would
eventually make himself look like all the other muscular hunks of the
Mendayu.  Sandwiched between them, Mutt's teen cock was a fountain of
precum, slicking their stomachs with his goo. Mutt closed his eyes and
focused on the ram pummeling into his ass, turning his insides to jelly.
Mutt heard himself grunt in pleasure as he made out with his new
master. But for some reason he sounded far away,. It was as if he wasn't
near himself. Mutt was fucked into a state of bliss. He felt himself
drifting away from everything.  His body, the sex, his conquerer.. it all
seemed so far away.

He was suddenly aware that he wasn't in himself anymore. He was floating
above the Ring of Trial. Below him he could see his small weak form being
viciously fucked by the massive piston.  He could see saliva spilling out
of his mouth as the chief's tongue continued to taste his prize. He could
see all the Mendayu in various positions humping each other. He watched as
the Chief walked slowly out of the ring, with himself still firmly embedded
on the dark rod. The Chieftain put Mutt's back up against a tree, and used
it as support to fuck the kid even deeper onto his pole.

Mutt's spirit drifted ever higher though, and soon could no longer see the
orgy in the jungle below. He felt his soul float on the wind, past the
jungle, into the mountains. He didn't question what was happening, he just
experienced.  The boy felt himself descending towards a fissure.  Down and
down he went, past the ridges, and below. Down into Eden. On the valley
floor, he saw the Soviet soldiers plundering the trees, and hacking away at
the flora. And then finally Mutt came to a stop, above 2 men having
sex. Actually more like one man, and one boy having sex. It was Geistlangor
fucking his teenage father by the Tree of Life.  The boy on the valley
floor was seeding the ground with spunk, and muttering something over and
over. One word. A name.  "Mutt"

Mutt remembered. He had to save his father. He had a mission. He couldn't
let himself go.

And then the kid was back in himself, being speared up the butt by the
ruler of the Mendayu. Mutt felt the rod in his ass began to swell, and knew
it was about to burst and seal his doom. The chief put his hands behind his
head and closed his eyes, trying to make his pleasure last as long as
possible. The black cock started to pulse inside Mutt, and at that instant
the kid's hands shot out above him and grabbed onto an branch. With a
massive surge of energy he physically hauled himself off the dick, right
before the chief's load started shooting. With a plop the cock burst out of
the boy's hole, and immediately began squirting its white jizz into the
air. The Chief opened his eyes in complete surprise at finding his cock
outside of the warm home it had found. In mid orgasm the behemoth was
frozen, unable to act. Mutt hung from the branch directly in front of
him. In one fluid move, Mutt raised his right leg high, and delivered a
solid kick right into the head of the orgasming leader. The big man tumbled
to the ground stunned. Mutt didn't waste a second. He dropped from the
branch, and threw himself onto the black man's back. His boydick found its
target in the big black ass of the chieftain.  The Mendayu had all stopped
the orgy to stare at the unexpected event. This was unprecedented, and no
one knew how to act. But before they knew what to do, Mutt came. It was the
first time his teenage cock had been in anything besides his hand. Already
near the edge from the intense fucking he had been taking, the hot hole of
the chieftain put Mutt over. His boyseed shot deep into the African's ass,
coating it with his spermy load.

Everything was still. The only sounds to be heard was the panting of the
exhausted combatants as their dicks finished spewing their seed. Mutt
closed his eyes, and rested his head on the chieftain's broad dark
shoulders. The teenager may have fallen asleep for awhile, he couldn't
tell. All the boy knew was that when he opened his eyes, he could hardly
believe them. All around the Ring of Trial the Mendayu warriors had fallen
to their knees in supplication.  Mutt rose to his feet, and slowly turned
in a circle, taking in the scene. The boy knew what this meant.

He was king.

" I am your leader..." Mutt said half in shock, half in question.

"Yes, Chieftain. By the ancient ways of the Mendayu, you now control the
destiny of this tribe," answered the man once called Phillip.

Mutt gazed at the beaten ex-leader below him, and saw tears dripping down
his handsome face.  He almost felt bad for the guy. But he could't let that
stop him. There was work to be done.

"Prepare for battle!" Mutt shouted, finding a well of courage that he
didn't know he had.  "Tomorrow we go to war. Tomorrow we take back Eden!"
And under his breath so only he could hear, "Tomorrow, I'm going to save
you Dad."

The naked American teenager's eyes seem to glow in the dusky twilight as he
stared in the direction of the holy valley. Behind him his army rose to
their feet, and bellowed a fearsome Mendayu warcry.