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            Jamie could not figure out his new frat pledge bro, Tex.  Well, since Jamie came from the Bronx, New York City he was not used to cowboys.  Tex spoke with that Texan “drawl,” they New Yorker’s found silly.  Jamie could not help but notice that Tex kept in his room coils of rope.  He would go on the roof of the frat house and in the middle of lower Manhattan and lasso imaginary steers.  “It’s the rodeo in me,” Tex explained.  “Man, you should see the fun of the rodeo, the thrill.  Well I once lassoed a steer and it took me less than one minute to have that fucker in a tight hogtie.”  Jamie got hard and he had a plan.
 
            Some weeks later the two were alone in the frat house for the weekend.  Tex was again playing with his coil of rope.  “You know us Rican Bronx cowboys are pretty good with rope too,” Jamie explained.  “Tough living in the South Bronx hombre.  To survive you might have to rope up your enemy before he gets you!”  “You Jamie, rope up some dude?  You city folk could not tie up a steer or a man for any reason with any success.  The dude would be out in 10 minutes.”   “Wanna test your words, Gringo?” Jamie replied.  “What if I were to lasso you, rope you like a steer, and give you ten minutes to get out.  If you don’t, you buy the beer.  If you do it’s on me.”  Tex gave Jamie the finger.  “Fuck you dude.  Give it your best shot and then you’ll be getting me a keg!”
 
            Tex tossed a coil of rope to Jamie.  “Ok cowboy, hands behind your back.”  Jamie began to rope Tex’s crossed wrists behind his back.  “Ever been tied up before hombre?” Jamie asked.  “Nope, said Tex, you?”  “All the time man, since I was a Boy Scout.  Love it, and love tying people up too!”  “You mean you have done this before?” Tex asked, the rope now getting tighter with each turn around his wrists.  “So many times I can’t count!”  Tex was getting a bit nervous now but would not show any sign of fear as Jamie began to wrap the rope around Tex’s arms and, lashing his biceps to his sides.  “Yoo man, that is a bit tight,” Tex complained.  With lightning speed Jamie had a knotted bandanna and shoved it between Tex’s teeth and tied off behind his head.  “What you say cowboy?”  Tex started to bitch in his gag, but Jamie shoved his hand over his mouth.  “Need a photo for the company!”  Jamie held his cell phone and took a photo of Tex’s hand covered face.  Tex now began to moan in his gag.  “COOOO MOPPPNYYYYYYYYYYY??”  Before he could moan again, Jamie dumped Tex to the floor.  “Stay put for a second.”  Tex began to buck like a roped steer against his ropes, but soon he realized that Jamie was a pro at this and he was tied really tight.  Jamie returned with another coil of Tex’s rope.  “Got to finish the job!”  Tex began to struggle, but to no avail.  With his arms helpless he could not stop Jamie from tightly roping his ankles and knees.  Exhausted from the struggle, Tex moaned,  gagged for air and sweat while Jamie stood back to admire his handiwork.
 
            Jamie began to take a few more pictures with his cell phone and made some calls as Tex shifted his body on the floor, trying to get some leverage against his bindings.  It was useless.  Jamie flipped the phone closed and looked at his prisoner.  “Well you owe me the beer mother fucker!”   Tex calmed down.  He figured that the game was over and Jamie would untie him.  Tex nodded a “yes.”  “But I guess you did not plan on a little company too,” Jamie said, a strange grin on his face.  Tex began to rock and roll like a mad man, but with a bit more rope Jamie put him into a tight hogtie, Tex totally helpless and defeated.
 

            “A little company for sure,” Jamie explained as Tex’s wrists and arms kept numbing from the tightness of the bindings.  “You see, most of the dudes in this frat are from our Boy Scout troop.  And we LOVE getting a cute dude and have him all tied up nice and helpless.  We never worked on a cowboy before!”  Tex flopped and rolled around and landed on his back.  “Fuck me,” he thought. “Now all the weight is on my arms.  What are you going to do to me,” he slowly mumbled through his gag.  “Me?” Jamie replied, “oh, not me.  I am the supervisor.  The company will decide.” 
 
            Tex laid in his ropes, exhausted, his torso glistening with sweat, helpless as some of his frat brothers returned.  Tex now looked up at 4 faces smiling down at his helpless state.  “This begins your true initiation,” Jamie explained.  “Paddled, cold showers, and receiving the DELTA brand all while you are nicely roped and gagged.  Sure you will loose that cowboy hat soon! On with it boys!”  Text knew he had no hope and would have to endure his initiation without any sounds or complaints..  His pants were pulled down,  and he  was rolled on his belly, ready for the first swoosh.  “Fuckin  rope contest.  What an asshole I am,” he thought as the first swoosh came down across his bare ass and he watched a brother heat the DELTA brand on the stove.