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Indy and the Cock of Doom

Another Guest Story from Pup Artemis

An “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom” Fan-Fiction


The cult leader leaned back and let out a soft moan of pleasure as his latest victim mindlessly sucked his large cock. His face moved up and down, choking with the size of it as the hand in his hair forced him to take the whole thing. His white skin was slick with sweat in the warm interior of the cultist quarters, and it showed across his naked body. He kneeled on the warm stone floor as the red light flickered across his muscular torso. His hands where bound together in front of him with a length of rope, and his legs where bound in a similar way as to permit a slow, shuffling gait but not true walking.

The cultist sighed happily again and released his hand, letting the slave move back to his own pace.

“How the mighty have fallen, eh Doctor Jones?” the man said, slurring the title in a way that was disrespectful and demeaning. He reached down a muscular brown arm and tilted the man’s head up so their eyes met. He could see the small spark of resistance in them. The real Indiana was in there, fighting for control but unable to overcome the effects of the potion. The cultist pushes his hips back and forth a few more times, savoring the drool rolling down the man’s face as he is forced to choke on the leader’s cock.

“What would your companions say if they could see you now?” the man snarled in delight as we used a foot to caress and then press against the enslaved hero’s cock. “The mighty Indiana Jones on his knees, cuffed, chained, and sucking another man’s cock like his life depended on it.”

The man chuckled and looked down between the slave’s legs. He could see the once proud cock that had been jammed into a wood and bone cage and sealed shut, trapping it inside and making it strain against its prison and leak continually.

Indiana continued his up and down motion on the cock, unable to stop. Inside he raged against these perversions, but his body was not his own. It was happily bobbing up and down on this man’s knob while he strained in agonizing arousal in the cage, and from behind his muscular ass flexed speedily around the sizable, polished wood plug that had been stuck inside of him when he had been ordered into the room with the cult leader. It hurt as it settled in, but now as it rubbed his prostate, Indiana could not help but moan softly in pleasure around the cock in his mouth as he continued to suck.

“Ah yes, good boy, Indy” the man smirked and softly patted the side of the his slave’s sweat-slicked face. “Get that cock nice and lubed up. Soon it will be time for me to finish your conversion to my mindless slave. Soon you will be fully subsumed to my will, and never again will an independent thought cross your mind.”

Several more minutes of forcing his dick down Indiana’s throat, and then it was time. The cultist stood and ordered his slave up. He forced him to all fours upon the stone slab in front of them, stood behind Indy, and begin to slowly move the plug back and forth, causing Indy to moan with pleasure and his caged cock to leak even more onto the warm stone below him. As he slowly pulled the plug out of his slave’s perfect, muscular ass, the man licked his lips slowly and lined his cock up with Indy’s hole.

“Now you will become mine,” the cultist said as he pushed his hips forward and sank his cock straight to the balls inside the hero’s ass. Indiana let out a long moan filled with pain and pleasure. Inside he was raging, but from the outside he looked like a proper slut arching his back and pushing back against his master, panting in ragged gasps.

“Beg, you little slut,” his new master hissed as he fucked him. “Beg for me to fuck your worthless ass like the slave bitch you are!”

“Please, master!” Indiana gasped out as the man pushed further and further inside of him. “Please fuck your slave’s pathetic hole! I need your cock, master! I need it inside of me! I live to serve your desires! My body and mind are yours! I need your cum inside of me to complete me!”

Indiana gasped out his pleas between moans and gasps of pleasure as the man roughly fucked him, taking his cherry without mercy. He was thrust against the stone floor and felt his cock vainly attempting to develop to full erection in its cage. He leaked copious amounts of pre-cum in a small puddle below him as he was savagely fucked by his new master.

Then the cultist began to pick up speed. His slave’s ass was acutely tight, and all this worship was pushing him to the edge. He leaned in, moving his head forward so he was right next to Indy’s ear before triumphantly whispering, “Take it, you little bitch. Take my seed. With this final offering, I seal the pact. You belong to me.”

With a howl, he exploded inside the newly minted slave’s hole, its virginity spoiled, as Indiana let out a long moan of pleasure of his own as his anus spasmed around his new master’s cock.

The man shot six times, each deep into his new slave’s hole, before collapsing over Indy’s back for a moment to rest. He then slowly pulled out his flaccid member and replaced it with the plug he had previously removed, making sure to fuck the slave with it for a moment, enjoying his possession’s moans of pleasure.

“I am going to enjoy breaking you further, slave, molding you into whatever I desire: a slave, a gimp, a loyal dog, a mewling little boy to be used and abused by his superiors, or all of these things. Your future is now mine.”

The man laughed as he shoved his cock roughly back into the slave’s mouth to be cleaned. Indiana let out a moan from around the cock as he tasted his own hole combined with the man’s cum on the cock, and began to lick and suck it clean as he was ordered. Inside the small spark raged but was slowly dwindling to a point where it was almost inaudible.

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