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Kenny loved Western gear...the whole shebang, tight jeans, boots, the 10-gallon hat.  The fact that Kenny lived in a tenement in the South Bronx did nothing to lessen his enthusiasm for all things cowboy.  There were still a few country line-dancing clubs in the city that he visited on the weekends, but he still wore his Western fashions every day in the neighborhood. The locals usually left him alone, though occasionally he'd get a catcall as he walked through the streets.

His big mistake was wearing the T-shirt he'd gotten at The Knotted Lasso, the gay country/Western club he'd discovered the previous weekend in the Village.  It proudly proclaimed, "If You Can Rope Me, You Can Ride Me".  Kenny was a little dense, and he figured the logo referred to the bucking bronco on the shirt.  But his horny Hispanic neighbors had a different idea when they spotted him strutting down the street.

  "Yo, Papi, I'll ride your ass," hooted Jose, as Kenny walked by.

"Fuck off, asshole," the pseudo-cowboy replied.

Jose's face darkened at the insult.  Without a word, he and Carlos jumped Kenny, and before he could react, he was dragged downstairs into the tenement basement.

"Yo, you think you can dis me like that in front of my homies?" Jose growled, as he tightly tied Kenny's wrists.  Kenny grunted in pain as Jose pulled the knots tight.

"C'mon, man," Kenny whined, "You started it."

"You started it with that shirt, bitch!" Jose growled, as Carlos pushed Kenny down into a rickety wooden chair.  Jose knelt and tied Kenny's legs tightly together.

"Here, Jose", Carlos said, handing Jose a bandanna. "Gag the fucker!"

Kenny grunted as the purple bandanna was pulled between his teeth and knotted behind his head.

"Yo, Jose, leave him here...let's go smoke a blunt!"

The two hoods left the basement and Kenny immediately began struggling.  He got up from the chair and tried hopping around to loosen the ropes, but that didn't work.  He suddenly lost his balance and toppled over onto the floor, with a grunt.

Half an hour passed and Kenny was still as tightly tied as ever.  The storage room door suddenly opened and Kenny looked up to see Jose and Carlos, with slightly glazed smiles on their faces.

"Look, man, the damn cowboy is trying to get away!"

"Gimme some more rope, Carlos!"

Within seconds Kenny was hogtied, and the front of his jeans had been opened.  Kenny was pissed that he had decided to go commando that morning.  His dick peeked out of the jeans opening, while the two hoods looked down at their victim.

"Ay, Jose, look at his wood!" Carlos leered.

Jose squatted down, and roughly gripped Kenny's exposed cockhead.


YEE-HA!!!

To be continued