Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2010 09:36:42 -0800 (PST) From: AD Subject: Indiana Jones and the Garden of Eden 6 Disclaimer: Indiana Jones and all characters are copyright and trademarks of Lucasfilm Ltd, Paramount, George Lucas, Steven Spielberg, and Harrison Ford. If you are not legally an adult, please leave immediately. 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.