The blond Murjeriago Part2

                             				 The Blond Mujeriago		
						
								
					
    1878 Find's young cow hand Tabe Monday once again the sexual thrall of the local Pueblo tribe's
Mujeriago!   This time Tabe is commanded to lure one of his unsuspecting friend's into being the indian
tribes sexual play thing!   The old shaman introduces his new blond Mujeriago, to the homosexual gang
rape that it is his duty to endure!   The torture of forced sexual servitude and constant manual an anal
masturbation almost emasculate our young cowboy!   Still the plot thickens as he discovers, that he is the
indian chief's rival in a dangerous interracial love triangle!   But what will be his fate when his rival
catches him breaking an ancient taboo?   Despicable sodomistic degradation, Humiliation, and Brutal
physical an Psychlogical Torture!   Round out this merry little tale of the old west.	

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Blond  Mujeriago	                                                  	
				
Part2
	    "The trial of the knife!" They all began to chant softly at first, then louder and louder as
the idea caught on.  At a nod from the shaman, a lean scarrred warrior stepped forward
and drew a small rawhide noose around Sol's ball's.  Sol squealed as the noose was
pulled tight, roughly scraping that most delicate of skin!  The shaman drew a long heavy
bladed knife from his robe's, placing the dull back edge at the base of Sol's cock!  He
pulled the cowboy's ball's up and back over the sharp edge tying the rawhide lanyard to
a stake at Sol's side.  The sharp edge pressed in to the soft flesh of his ball sac, but didn't
cut it as let.  Sol's scaresly dared breath fearing that even the slightess motion might
emasculate him!  Glancing around nervously he saw White Mare a short distance away,
the squaw had pulled up her doeskin skirt with one hand.  The other was buried in that
dark hairy triangle between her thigh's!   She smiled faintly at him as her finger's worked
swiftly in and out!  The big indian chief Hanloaka stepped forward then, staring down at
Sol's prostrate form.  The old shaman was ready, and assailed the chief with religion,
tradition, myth, and law.  The chief listened quitly then raised his hand and said. "I have
not come to argue with you in this as it is your domain." The old shaman looked
surprised, but was even more so at what the chief said next. "I have come to offer my
services in this ritual." "I did not think you would like that we must do this thing." The
shaman said simply. "If it must be done then it must be done!" The chief observe smugly.
"Then you may be the first to attempt  the culmination." "The first and the last, one
chance is all I need!" The chief boasted pulling out his enormous donkey like fucker and
lubricating it with bear grease.  Hanloaka sank to his knee's between Sol's wide spread
leg's, slipping his hand's under Sol's ass he cupped the cowboy's firm round buttock's. 
Roughly lifting and spreading them,
he began working his massive fucker between those firm cheeks.  Sol cried out in pain
as the donkey like fucker sqeezed past his bruised and battered sphincter.  Tears ran
freely down his cheek's, and he gritted his teeth to keep from screaming.  To his right he
heard White Mare shrieked in something very close to rapture!  Eye's blurry with tears
he peered over towards her surprised to see her laying naked on the ground, finger's
buried deep in her black haired cunt!  Then like magic the prodigious cock was inside of
him, forcing out an effeminate whimper of ecstasy!  The chief's massive mule sized
fucker took possession of him then.  It could do any thing it wished and he would beg for
it to do it again!  Hanloaka fucked him slowly enjoying the tightness of his ass, and the
thought of taking his rival like he intended to take Astrid!   The idea really got the big
indian going!  He pulled out until only the big purple head of his equine like salami was
inside Sol, then pounded back in ball's deep!   His thrust's were coming quicker now, as
he really began to enjoy Sol's taut quivering fuckhole.  His huge cock fucked ball's deep,
withdrew then fucked ball's deep again.  Sol cringed under the blows, but soon couldn't
help thrusting his hip's out the meet them!  A tingling ran down the underside of his
cock, the pulsed in it's swollen head burning an prickling.  Hanloaka hammered Sol's
spasmimg buttock's, driving his huge fucker out of sight with each merciless thrust!  It
started as a tingling ache a hot dribble spilling over the peak, as at last his brain caught
up with his loin's!  The electricity of ograsm convulsed through them both, Sol could feel
the muscles that pull the nuts in close to the body when you cum involuntary contract. 
						Not knowing why he tried to stop them, but
it's just not something you can control!  The razor sharp blade of the shaman's knife bit
into the soft flesh of his ball sac.  As the own muscle's of his body, muscle that normally
brought him such pleasure, betrayed  him now slowly cut his ball's off!!  Orgasmic
pleasure and searing pain muddled his thought's and befuddled his wit's!  As a long
string of frothy cum oozed out of the head of his hard cock, and down it's pulsing shaft! 
He screamed in pain and horror as the shaman's planned punishment at last became
clear.  Above him still pumping his mulish cock into Sol's spasming asshole Hanloaka
gloated, a smile of wicked satisfaction on his face! "Good bye my rival!" He hissed
pulling the ceremonial knife through the last little bit of membranous flesh connecting
Sol's scrotum.  Sol realized now why the chief had gloated so, it wasn't because he would
be fucking him infront of all his cheering warrior's.  But because he knew his only rival
for Astrid's love was about to be castrated, and no vibrant young woman could ever love
a gelding!  Blood foutained from the awful wound, mixing with his own thick greasy cum! 
Celebrating his victory and his orgasm with an exulted whoop!  Hanloaka completely
sheared Sol's ball's from his writhing body, holding them up for all to see!  He howled 
triumphantly again, and was answered with a rousing ovation from the assembled
warrior's.  						       To the right Sol saw White Mare watching  intently,
climaxing with a look of total satisfaction on beautiful her face!  Light headed and
delirious from the pain an blood loss, Sol imagined he was viewing it all from
somewhere off to the side.  In this strange hallucination he watched Hanloaka wrench
his massive fucker out of that pale gawky figure on the ground!  The indian chief stood
up proudly still clutching his grisly prize, and promenaded pretensionly over to White
Mare.  She leap to her feet and kissed him passionately, then gleefully claimed the gory
trophies holding them high!  Mercifully unconsciousness ended his hallucinations, and for a short time his pain!		         Sol awoke from a blissful stupor, to his
continuing nightmare!  Pulling up the loin cloth he gawked at the roughly sewn wound.
"They're really gone!" He mumbled unbelievingly, running his finger's over the ragged
wound searching for his missing flesh.  That was a mistake he realized as throbbing pain
flared in his groin!  Sol groaned in agony as the raw aching gash throbbed painfully. 
Hearing his cry's of anguish, Mengo hurried over kneel beside him, he pulled Sol's
questing hand's away! "Leave it be Mujeriago." Mengo whispered sympathetically, giving
him a drink of the same foul tasting concoction the shaman had given him the first day! 
In minutes the powerful drug took effect leaving him feeling like he'd had to much
whiskey.  Only without the hot queasy sick feeling he always got when he drank to much
liquor.  Even the pain where his ball's used to be, subsided to a dull ache! "What's going
on?" He ask Mengo groggily. "The chief is having a feast prepared, and has called the
braves of the north village down to partake. "No riding then, thank god!"  Sol exclaimed
relieved. "There will be twiced as many braves to night!"  Mengo warned
compassionately giving Sol another drink! "You mean they still expect me to service the
braves, after...after this!"  He sputtered at a loss for words. "You are the Mujeriago!"
Mengo said sorrowfully.  It was dusk by the time Mengo got him cleaned up, and ready
for the party.  A party Sol knew the chief was giving to celebrate he's rival's
emasculation!  The banquet was already in full swing, when Mengo at last led him in.  A
ripple of laughter ran though the assembled Indian's as he entered, at the chief's side
Astrid looked confused.  At least she doesn't know he thought, still he found he couldn't
look her in the eye!  In fact he found he couldn't look anyone in the eye, as he couldn't
help but see the mocking glitter in they're amused stares!  Staring at his feet he
suffered Mengo to guide him to his seat.  Where he set dazed as the warrior's and they're
squaw's sang and danced frenziedly to the pounding drums. A lithe figure dropped
gracefully at his side, and a delicate hand slid up his thigh.   Glancing reluctantly up he
found himself looking into White Mare's smiling face.  He quickly looked away, she
reached over and pulled up his loin cloth exposing his mulilated genitals!  Bring more
derisive laughter from the squaws and contemptuous snicker's from the smug brave's! 
Sol was just glad Astrid couldn't see from where she sat!  Furtively he watched her
eating and talking congenially with the chief and elders. 	     "My these are delicious."
Astrid exclaimed popping a charred round knob of flesh into her lovely mouth. "They are
a rare delicacy!" Hanloaka sneered glancing at Sol. "Why are these so much bigger than
the other two?" She asked picking up one from a near by bowl. "They are from horse's!"
"My love!" The chief answered quickly silenting her with a deep passionate kiss.  Sol
gagged almost vomiting as he realized the fiendish injun had just fed Astrid his severed
testicles!  White Mare knelt infront of him opening her dress, and taunting him with her
magnificent breast's.   Gasping his once energetic masculinity she harshly pulled and
jerked at his pale limp cock.   Seeming to revel in his sexual destitution, she rubbed her
dripping pussy in his face.  Laughing almost orgasmicly when even that got no reaction
from his anemic flaccid manhood.  Calling a young vigorous brave over she pull out his
cock and empaled herself on it!   Graphically demonstrating to Sol what he could not and
would not ever again enjoy!  The mental anguish was ten times worse than any wound of
the flesh!  But still he couldn't take his eye's off the two copulating indians, they're every
thrust, every moan twisting the knife in the wound!  Her action seemed to encourage
others, and the celabration quicky degenarated into an orgy!  Sol couldn't get away from
it now no matter which way he looked!  Surrounded by orgiastic debauchery, as men and
women experiencing the most sensual of carnal delight's! "Astrid!" He gasped appalled
that such a genteel lady shouldn't be exposed to such bestial perversity!  Looking to her,
he expected to see shock and repugnance in her beautiful eye's!  A blush colored her
cheek's, but she seemed spellbound by the satyr play unfolding before her.  Mesmerized
her big blue eye's seemed to drink it all in every depraved perversion every animalistic
carousal!   Revolted embarrassment and innocuous fascination fought for control of her
comely face.  This conflict of self leaving her oblivious to the indian chief's nimble
finger's undoing the ivory button's of her dress!  The young unmarried brave's, or those
who don't want to wait for one of White Mare's three, now fully occupied orifice's!  Came
to their blond Mujeriago, fucking only his enthusiasticly fawning mouth at first.  Sol was
amazed at the pleasure he felt kneeling there on his knee's servicing the horny braves! 
They're lust's grew, and he was pulling up on to all four's and thoroughly sodomized!  The
night became a blur of lean tan body's and sweaty grunting men!  As brave after brave
expended his bawdy exploits in Sol's pale servile body.  The pain in his crotch returned
before the night was over, hot salty cum overflowing his extensively trodden asshole
strung in that raw wound!  And the warrior's violently jerking his semi hard cock, tore
some of the crude stitches loose!  Strangely his limp fucker at last began to harden, as
more and more big braves pumped they're lust into his pulsation ass!  A tingling ran
down the underside of his sore cock, the pulsing in it's swollen head burned an prickled. 
Sol was intimately familiar with the response, it was a sensation that the last time it
came, had unmanned him!  It was a excitement he never expected to feel again!
"Orgasm!"  His inflamed cock convulsed and spasmed as a powerful, but dry orgasm
thundered through his being!  It took longer and many more braves fuckin' him than
before, but he knew now he could reach climax with e'nuff fuckin'!  This made him even
more sycophanticly deferential, he begged the warrior's in English and they're own
tongue to fuck his throbbing ass!  And they were more than happy to accede to his
fawning supplications, some few of course still preferred the pleasure's his mouth
afforded!   Both watching the white man grovelingly even eagerly take their amorous
fucker's in his mouth, and of course the suckling pleasure the act it's self provided!  But
most were delighted to acquiescent to his wantonly salacious proposition, his lustfully
obsequious begging arousing some to return four or five times!  To have a white man
who normally would hold himself to be far above them, supine at they're feet begging
them to use him as a receptacle for they're lewdest sordid sodomistic desire's!  Acutely
inflamed those same desire's, his solicitation was wholly and utterly granted by his
injun masters!  As more and more braves gathered around his up thrust buttock's, to
make ribaldly lustful use of his gratuitously yielded fuck hole!  Sol was once again able
to see Astrid, and he was appalled at what he saw.   Hanloaka had Astrid on her hand's
and knee's infront of him!  It was clear the chief planned on forcing his stallion like
fucker into her petite ass!  Sol had twice received that same treatment from the chief, so
understood the enormity first of the indian's cock and of course the act it's self! "You
know what I want." Hanloaka panted hoarsely.  Astrid stared over her shoulder languidly
at the amorously quivering Indian.  "Give it to me, give yourself wholly to me!" The indian
chief wheeled. "You want to put that big ol' hunk of muscle in this?" Astrid asked
coquettishly fingering her tiny pluckered asshole! "Yes!" Hanoaka breathed his lust so
vehement it seemed almost a miasma floating around them!  With a coy smile Astrid
reached back and grasped the injun's rigid mulish fucker. "This is the only...I mean...I
never"  She started. "I love the way a man feel's in my hand!" She whispered running her
hand up and down the chief's gigantic masculinity from head to ball's! "Almost as much
as I like the way it feel's inside me!" She admitted placing the sharp tip of the indian's
enormous purple cock head against her diminutive anus!  Sol was stunned that Astrid
would yield to the indian chief's freakish and unnatural depravity!  More shocking was
that she seemed as lecherous and as lustful as a man!  Sol was dumbfounded as it's a
well known fact women have little appetite for such base carnal craving's!   	
	The indian's equine like member and unbelievable stamina, had transformed
Astrid from a genteel lady to a writhing moaning bitch in heat!  A darker part of Sol's
mind was forced to admitt it was a very arousing sight.  He watched as Hanloaka pushed
his long arched cock relentlessly forward!  Agonizingly slowly more and more of the
gigantic purple head disappeared into Astrid's Lilliputian orifice!  Astrid convulsed and
sobbed in pain, as at last the red man's immense cock head slipped past her petite
virgin sphincter!  Hanoaka grunted in pure animalistic gratification, as that tiny ring
closed around the long shaft of his mulish fucker!  					
											
											
											
	But with only half his full length in her, he suddenly found himself bottoming out! 
Frustrated the big indian endeavor mightly to get even more of his mammoth fucker into
her.  Thrusting his powerful hip's forcfully, he battered a shriek of pain of Astrid's
amorously writhing form!  "For god's sake she can't take anymore!" Sol screamed. 
Hanoaka's head snapped around, and he leered at Sol gloatingly pumping another
shriek from Astrid's convulsing body!  As if to say it is mine white man, my pleasure in my
woman, and I will use them as I wish!  A contemptuous young brave pulled Sol's head
around, and battered his soft gasping lip's with a rock hard fucker!  As if to remind him of
his duty's to the tribe, the young warrior cum deep in his throat!  Sol couldn't even beg
the warrior's to poke his ass, because another powerful orgasm racked his aching
personage!  Leaving him panting and drooling, noticing his slack jawed countenance
the remaining braves crowd in for the pleasure of his mouth!  It seemed like week's
before he was able to satisfy the last of them!  Panting and exhausted Sol lay senseless
for sometime, when he felt hands pulling him up on all fore's.  To exhausted ever to look
up he felt a strong hand grasped his hair, and led him across the room.  He found himself
being led between two long shaply leg's, he followed them up to a beautiful round
alabaster ass!  Glancing up he saw Astrid's red head bobbing up and down over the old
shaman's groin!  He's head was roughly pushed back down, and he found himself
looking at Astrid's tingling red an livid asshole.  Thick river's of frothy white cum oozed
from that battered and quivering orifice, as it seemed unable to fully closed!  Sol felt an
overwhleming desire then to protect her and soothe her debaucherous hurt's, gently he
spread her cheek's.  Realizing this was as close as he would ever get to the pleasure's of
her body!  Sol began licking and sucking the greasy injun spunk from her injured orifice,
Astrid moaned softly as his tongue explored her stinging asshole!  Strong hand's
grasped his thigh's, and Sol knew by the feel it was the chief's enormous cock sliding
into him!  With the chief's cum on his tongue and cock in his ass, Sol realized why he had
been brought over.  The chief was showing his one time rival his mastery over him, and
the confidant's he had in that mastery!  Astrid was his woman, but he was letting Sol
soothe an pleasure her debauched orifice with his tongue!  Even as the indian took his
own pleasure in Sol's slavishly compliant body!  The big indian's fucker seemed
perdurable as it slammed forcefully into him. "It's omnipotent!" Sol whimpered under
his breath, as the chief's savage thrust's wedged his lip's tightly against Astrid's flaccid
bruised and slacken anus!  Hanloaka pulled out just before he cum, and moved up so Sol
could take it down his throat!  And lick the sticky spunk of all the other brave's who had
fucked his ass, off the chief's pulsing mule like fucker!  Early the next morning Mengo
awoke him, gently almost tenderly he was bathed and dressed in a clean new loin cloth.  
The chief and the old shaman were the only one's who came out to see him off.   The
shaman said nothing, but the chief took him aside looking him right in the eye's the big
indian commanded.  "You will come back to service us!"  				
											
											
											
	Sol knew he didn't mean the tribe, but himself an Astrid who was still naked and
asleep on the floor of the chief's hut.   Sol hung his head, and barely audibly whispered.
"Yes!" Smiling the big indian draped a neckless with a ceremonial pouch of bear grease
over his head. "Now where ever you go this will mark you, so all pueblo will know you
were once they're Mujeriago!" And the apaches to!  Sol remembered shuddering. "You
may ask for any help, from any village they can refuse you nothing!"  Now that I can
refuse them nothing!  Sol thought, knowing what they would ask if he ever approached
them, with his story!   The ride back to Tabe and the Mujeriago's camp wasn't as painful
as Sol thought it would be.  No one was up yet, so Sol tied his horse up with the other's. 
An sat down on a big knee high rock by the creek shivering slightly in the cool morning
air. "Your early we figured they'd want to keep ya around another day or so." Tabe
growled kneeling by the creek to wash his face an hand's in the cold water. "Anyway's it's
a long ride from the north village, expected it'd take ya at least `til midday." "I didn't go to
the north village it came to me!"  Sol muttered under his breath.  Tabe appeared not to
hear as he walked over an examined the necklace resting on Sol's bare chest. "Ya look
good in that loin cloth!" Tabe grunted letting the blond mujeriago's mark drop back to
his chest.  Sol didn't say a word, just stared straight ahead as Tabe's hand came to rest
on the back of his neck.  Stepping around infront of him, Tabe said. "Three day as the
Mujeriago, I bet I know what you need!"  Kneeling between Sol's sore knee's he gently
lifted the deer skin loin cloth!  Bending forword to take Sol's cock into his mouth he
froze, then recoiled in horror of that terrible wound.  Leaping to his feet he rushed back
into the hut, Sol could hear voice's clamor and remonstrance inside.  Then all three of
them came out to examine his wound, treating him like he wasn't even there. "That dirty
bastard gelded him!" Tabe fumed. "It wasn't e'nuff for that damn ol' bastard that every
brave in a hunnered miles was a pokin' him like a woman!" "Wasn't e'nuff to just give him
to a animal like he did me, oh no he's gotta cut his ball's off!" "We don't know the
shaman..." Jaluin started. "Who the hell else is goin' ta.." "It was the chief!" "The shaman
ordered it, but it was the chief who...who cut them off." Sol whimpered.  Clearly stunned
Tabe sat down heavily. "What...what did you...do?" Sol told them the whole story then,
about him, Astrid and the chief.  About fucking whitemare and the shaman catching
them!  Mujeriago an Jaluin nodded knowingly. Even about the chief fucking him and
orgasm that had castrated him!  He told of his discovery, and the orgasm's he'd had that
last night.  There really was more to be said after that.  Jaliun and the Mujeriago packed
up they're stuff an rode off for the village.  Tabe loaded up they're thing's while Sol wash
the trail dust off and got dressed.  The ride back to the ranch was quite, neither man
spoke.  The late fall weather was turnin' blustery, and it cept was everybody in door's.  So
they didn't see a soul until they took their ponys into the barn.  Cooky was wanderin'
around the stalls lost in thought, he quickly looked up guiltily when Tabe an Sol entered.
"Ello Cooky, every thing all right?" Tabe asked softly starin' at his haggard face. 	
"Reckon you aint heared  bout two day's a go a pack of wolves came in." "They kilt
the sheep!" He blurted. "It'll be summer afore we can find another one, it'll be a long
winter without any fuckin'!" He sobbed.  Sol reached under his shirt, pulling out the
necklace, and the ritual pouch of bear grease that marked him as Mujeriago.  No matter
how much he tried back at camp he hadn't been able to make himself take the necklace
off!  Seeing this move Tabe smiled, and nodded his head knowing Sol had made up his
mind.  Murjeriagoin' was all he was good for now. "Maybe we got something else to
fuck!"  Tabe chuckled.  The horses!" "I've thought about that, but if they don't like it they'd
kick our ball's to the moon!"  Cooky said, staring at a pretty little roan mare
apprehensively.  Tabe bent Sol over one of the stall rails, and gave his ass a lube job with
the bear grease.  "I don't think we'll hav ta resort to anything that dangerous!"  Tabe
grunted.  Cooky turned. "What?" He began. "Not when we got so obligin' a little slut!"
Tabe chuckled spreading Sol's cheek's to expose his puckered asshole. "You don't
really aim for...I mean ta be fuckin' another man's!" Cooky stuttered. "why not it's some
good pokin'!" Tabe exclaimed. "It...it's unnatural!" The pot bellied little cook exclaimed
flabbergasted. "An pokin' a sheep aint?" "Well it...it's just a...a dumb animal!" "So!"
"Well...I mean it just think's its natural ta be gittin' poked." "It enjoy's it you mean" "Well
ya!" Cooky answered. "You enjoy havin' a big cock fucked up your butt Sol?" "HOhooo
ya!" He moaned. "What would you do for me, to git me to let Cooky put his cock in ya?"
"Anything!"  Sol whimpered.  Tabe pulled his cock out, and stepped up to Sol's face.  Sol
immediately took it in to his mouth, sucking the big fucker eagerly! "You keep doin', that
an swallow every drop of my load!" "And I'll let Cooky, and the rest of the boy's poke your
ass as much as they can!" Tabe rumbled. "That what you want?" "Yes!!!"  Sol stammered
around Tabe's deep thrustin' cock!  Cooky stepped forward nervous an unsure sweat
rolling off his apprehensive face.  His hard throbbing cock was out however, stepping up
he excitedly probed Sol well lubricated slit.  Finding a miry spot, he pushed slowly
driving his fucker in. "On shit!" "OH DAMN!" "He's so tight!" "Nellie was never this fuckin'
tight!" Tabe was a little surprised Cooky had named the sheep!  But as he was fuckin' his
best friend's mouth, he could see as he had much room to talk!  Unacquainted to the
delicious pleasures of sodomy, cooky didn't last very long. "You go tale the boy's there's
some good fuckin' out here." Tabe growled.  "Heck ya!" Cooky grunted, staggerin' off to
the bunkhouse.  In minute's they began to drift in, apprehensive an doubtful at first.  Sol's
hot tight orifice soon had them buckin' an groanin'! "He's been cut?" Red orsen
observed with incredulity. "Yelp!" "It really is true what they say about geldling's bein'
docile an more obligingly accommodating!" Tabe grunted ejaculating deep in Sol
fawning throat!