Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2010 09:36:42 -0800 (PST)
From: AD
Subject: Indiana Jones and the Garden of Eden 6

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Thanks for reading so far. There's actually one more chapter after this.


Indiana Jones and the Garden of Eden Part 6


The Soviet's worked tirelessly throughout the night. They would be leaving
Eden in the morning, and everything had to be ready. A flurry of activity
was centered around the small hill near the center of the valley.  Way past
their normal inhibitions the Russian's toiled naked in the warm summer
night. Their muscular pale bodies shown in the reflected moonlight as sweat
dripped off them in buckets. They were digging, unearthing the roots of the
tree of life.  Cables were being attached to the trunk of the sacred tree,
that ran all the way up to the roof of the canyon.  Nearby a giant beast of
a man stood directing the work. His jet blonde hair seemed to glow in the
dark valley, and his fierce jawline was illuminated in the torchlight. Each
curve of his body seemed to have been sculpted by a master artist, and his
eye's gleamed with a terrible sense of power. At his feet kneeled a teenage
boy about 18 years of age. The thin twig of a lad was about as wide as one
of his superior's thick legs. The kid's hands felt up the muscular thighs
as his tongue leisurely tasted the enormous cock that dangled in front of
his face. That dick was the boy's entire world.  Conversely, the herculean
leader barely paid his slave any attention, his focus entirely given to the
task of uncovering the base of the Tree of Life. Occasionally one of his
hands would grab a handful of the kid's shaggy brown hair, and slam his
cock deep into the young throat.

No one noticed movement above them. No one was looking out for attackers.
Guards had been posted at the entrance to Eden, above the circular
chamber. That was the only entrance that the invader's knew. But the
Mendayu had protected the valley for ages, and this was their home.  The
tribal warriors were nude except for massive metal claws on each hand and
foot.  The metal mined from the local mountains was strong enough to break
into the quartz lined cliff walls. Like ants, the Mendayu scuttled across
the vertical rock high above the valley floor. Clinging to the back of a
particularly large dark warrior, rode a smaller, paler teen. The Mendayu
gathered in a secluded of the garden. Silently they removed their climbing
gear, and made ready the next part of the plan.  They made their way first
to the slender tree baring the magic pears. The naked hunks feasted on the
powerful fruit before quickly and efficiently fanning out across the
valley.  They were predators, and the clueless soviet men were their prey.

Vladimir was never the brightest of men. He would have been destined to
spend his whole life on the farm, but was instead conscripted to join the
Red Army.  Separating himself from his comrades the jarhead spread his legs
to take a leak. Grabbing his curly brown hair, Vlad closed his eyes as he
let loose with a torrent of piss onto a bush of turquoise strawberries. He
heard a growl from behind him, and quickly turned expecting to see a wild
animal. Instead he found something even more fearsome. A naked jungle
warrior, covered in body paint, with an immense erect dick.  The man lunged
and knocked Vlad onto the grassy earth.  Sprawled on the ground, ass in the
air, the Russian's big blue eyes went wide as he felt his asshole being
penetrated. Quickly the Mendayu clasped a hand around Vlad's mouth stifling
a howl of pain and terror. The Mendayu wasted no time, this was part of a
mission, not for pleasure.  Humping with fierce speed, the Mendayu
whispered into to the ravaged soviet.  "You have desecrated our Holy
Valley. I should slit your throat for your heresy. But our leader has other
plans for you! Join us in service to Eden." Of course poor Vlad, didn't
speak a word of English, but he did understand the anger. The Russian had
never taken so much of a finger up his ass before, and the hole was now
being forced open by a monster sausage. He felt every inch slide in and out
of his hole as he was voraciously fucked. Soon Vlad's head began to swim
with foreign voices, and everything began to get fuzzy. Finally the Mendayu
climaxed, covering the soldier's insides with a thick load. Vlad had been
taken. And turned. The two helped each other up from the ground, no longer
enemies. The Mendayu slapped Vlad friendly on his shoulder, and pointed in
a direction in which the young Russian should go. The two departed in
opposite directions, both now obeying Mutt's will.

And so this happened again and again, the Mendayu converting the Russian
soldier's one by one, until about half of the mad doctor's minions had been
lost. But then Mutt's plan hit a snag. A Mendayu was spotted, and shout of
alarm was raised in the previous quiet garden. The Soviets at the dig site
stopped their task and immediately grabbed their weapons. A bloody Mendayu
was dragged up to the mound and thrown in front of the behemoth leader.

"A native. How cute," spat Geistlangor.  "You have one chance here. Tell me
how many are you.  HOW MANY!?"

The Mendayu could hardly see through the blood that was streaming into his
eyes from a gash on his forehead.

"Infidel! I will tell you nothing. Our new leader will exterminate you
invaders."

"New leader huh? You know this sounds exactly like the kind of stunt you
Jones boys are famous for pulling. Isn't that right pet." Geistlangor
grabbed Indy's face and forced him to nod up and down while his log was
still embedded in the boy's lips.

"Get this out of here!" yelled Geistlangor pointing to the Mendayu who had
subsequently passed out.

"Protect this hill. The tree is the only thing that matters!" commanded the
Nazi.

"And for you, my pet. I have a special task. It is of my very educated
opinion that your son is behind this little nuisance." Geistlangor reached
for a nearby basket, and pulled out a familiar pear.

"I want you to find your boy, Indiana Jones. And I want you to fuck him."
And with that he shoved the fruit into his slaves mouth and forced him to
chew.

As the Russians formed a protective circle around the hill, their guns
ready, the young Indiana Jones slipped into the night, in search of Mutt.



Meanwhile, far away from the action, Mutt and Phillip Codsworth stood in
the dome entrance to Eden before the massive giant stone penis.

"You sure about this?" questioned Mutt.

"Almost totally," replied the Englishman, "almost."

"Ok, so. I put my dick in that hole.  That stone cock comes out of the
floor. I get jiggered and cum, and it trigger's this mechanism right? No
more Eden. World saved?"

"Supposedly. At least that's what I've gathered from the writing along
these walls," answered Philip. "You know I really think we should get out
of here instead..."

Mutt had begun to regret freeing the Brit's will. It had been surprisingly
easy, just a command that the Englishman was now free, and Philip Codsworth
was back to his old self. Mutt had needed an ally, someone who knew the
secrets of the Mendayu, but the real Philip Codsworth had turned out to be
less heroic than the American had hoped.

"You know we can't. Who knows what that Nazi bastard is planning. Eden is
too dangerous to be left in his hands. Plus, I have to save my Dad. And
nothing is going to stop me."

With that Mutt approached the dark hole in the stone pillar. Taking a deep
breath, and whispering that he never thought he would be doing this again,
Mutt inserted his boydick into the Mendayu technology.

Mutt was ready for the unexpected, but he still was startled as he felt a
strong pressure grab hold of his teen cock. He had been locked in
place. Mutt watched as the hidden rock dildo emerged from the floor below
him, and started to rise. However, a groan echoed through the chamber, and
the stone cock stopped its ascent.

"Oh fuck. I think its broken. Phillip.. I can't cum without the
mechanism... you'll have to take its place.... Phillip?"

Mutt looked behind him for his partner, and was startled to see the British
man unconscious on the ground.

"Hello son," said a voice that was too young for its owner. "I wish you
would have gotten out of here when you had the chance."

Mutt saw his teenage father. Thin and waifish, Mutt still had a hard time
believing that this boy could have grown up to be his rough and tumble
adventuring father.

"I'm sorry son. I can't stop whats going to happen. I'm so sorry," said
Indy with his head down, as he approached his son from behind.

"Dad. You can fight this! You are better than that damned Nazi," begged
Mutt.

"It is too late for me.. son," answered Indy, has he aimed his boycock at
his son's winking hole.

Mutt couldn't let it end like this. If his father fucked away his will,
then he too would be a slave to Geistlangor, and no one would be coming to
save any of them. Mutt tried to yank his dick out of the hole, and pushed
and shoved against the rock wall, but it was no use. He was trapped against
the huge stone dick, with his ass vulnerable to assault. Mutt shivered as
he felt soft hands grip his shoulders, and slide down his back.

"It will be over soon, boy," whispered Indy into his son's ear as he placed
his rod at the entrance to Mutt's bum. Indy pushed, and with little
resistance he was imbedded full hilt. The two boys were one.

Mutt gasped in pleasure. In the short amount of time the American lad had
been in Eden he had grown accustom to the pleasures of being buttfucked,
and now the sensation was no longer unwelcome. But this was all wrong. This
was his own father. And more than that, the fate of the world was hanging
in the balance. But there was nothing he could do. And the power of Eden
was so great. Once again, Mutt's head began to float with whispers and
chants of a half forgotten tongue. His will was being sapped by his
father's cock.

Mutt felt smooth hands run all over his body, tweaking his boynips, and
massaging his abs. All the while his dick was still locked inside the
Mendayu contraption.

"Just let go Mutt. There's no use fighting it now. It'll be easier this
way," said Indy, his words dripping with sadness. With all his might the
brave explorer wanted to stop his actions, but he was no longer in control
of his own body.

Perhaps it was the magic of Eden getting to him, but what his father was
saying started to make sense. And that piston in his ass was making him
feel so good. Mutt craned his neck and took a look at his fucker. The face
was unfamiliar, but there could be no mistake with the eyes. He was being
taken by his father. Mutt moaned in ecstacy, and his lips met those of his
dad's. Their tongued dueled and they shared hot, lusty breaths. Neither
could stop what was happening now.  Mutt humped his behind forcefully back
against Indiana's invading prod, and whorishly panted for more. Indy
grabbed tight on his son's small waste, and fucked with all the skill that
his now youthful appearance belied.

Mutt rested his head against the stone in front of him, content on letting
his Dad pound away at his bum, no longer worrying about the dire
ramifications. His hands reached down to play with his balls. Exploring
further below, Mutt shuddered as his fingers brushed against his father's
rod as it burrowed in and out of his boypussy.

Indiana Jones was near his climax. He would have done anything to stop the
impending explosion from his cock. He knew he was dooming his own son with
his actions, but Geistlangor's will had to be obeyed. He felt his balls
start to rise, and his cock began to quake. Indy wrapped his arms around
his lover, his son, and came. Mutt could feel his boyhole being spermed
with his father's load, and knew his struggles were over. No more having to
fight, to persevere, everything was going to be ok. Geistlangor owned him
now, and that was ok. It was good. The combination of finding his place in
the world, and the feeling of the cock that made him spewing in his ass,
pushed Mutt over the edge.  Without ever being touched, Mutt's boymeat let
loose its jizz inside the contraption. With a whir, Mutt's still spasming
dick was let free. The pair fell to the floor, with Indy's dick still
creaming his son's bum. On the cold floor, the two twinks made out in a
pool of their jizz. All worries had been cleansed from them. Eventually
they rose quietly, and hand in hand slowly walked out of Eden's
antechamber. Their master wished for them to come to him.  They could feel
his will.

Behind them, completely forgotten lay Phillip. Slowly the Brit came back to
reality, his vision still blurry. Everything was black at first. But then a
strange red glow started to fill the room. The giant 10 story tall dick
began to glow a deep red. Starting at the base, and slowly rising to the
tip, the colossal cock began to radiate heat and light. Phillip stared
upwards in awe.