By Mister-X / Spartan

I’m lying here on my bed tied up in a strangling hogtie. It’s almost time for me to be taken to Sonny’s ranch for their game. Sonny’s friends had been into my room the day before to prepare me for the trip, tying me up. My roommate Sonny had them do that to make sure that I would be going. He had made me an enticing offer should I go that I couldn’t refuse, but he still wanted to make absolutely certain that I would go. They knew the time when I’d finished my last final, and were in my room waiting for me. The trouble is that Sonny’s last final wasn’t until a day after mine, but they figured I could stay a full day tied up like that before the trip to the ranch.

Lying there with time on my hands, I remembered back to when it all started a little over a year ago. My dorm roommate Sonny suddenly said to me one day, “Smittie, you run track and you’re on the football team. You’re pretty fast on your feet and well built. And I heard that you don’t have any place to go during the spring break. We need someone for our game. You’d be perfect. How’d you like to visit my ranch during the spring break?”

I was a Freshman here in this Texas college on a football and track scholarship, and was living here in this dorm. It was the most my dorm roommate Sonny had talked to me. He spent his time with his rancher friends form the local area.

Those of us guys in the dorm were pretty much divided into two groups, the local Texas rancher guys and those of us who were not from here. There wasn’t much intermingling of the two groups, each group staying to themselves. It wasn’t discrimination as such, and there were whites, blacks and Hispanics in both groups. It was just that we each had our different interests, different lifestyles, dressing differently. I would wear a suit during the day; they would wear jeans, a western shirt and cowboy boots. It was a clash of cultures. We non-rancher types didn’t fit in with them. The only time Sonny and I dressed alike was when he put on a suit to go to church on Sunday.

So it came as almost a shock when he asked me that. I had to think a minute before answering him. He was right, I didn’t have anything going during the spring break, planning to just hang around here, getting some running in. At this time that was the prime exercising I was doing.

“As long as I’m able to get my required running done for my track training, then I’d like to see a real live Texas ranch. I haven’t seen one since I’ve been here.”

“Oh, you’ll get plenty of running in. And I’d be happy to show you around our ranch. I’m glad to hear that you’ll be able to join us. We’re looking forward to it. It will be an interesting experience for you. I’ll fill you in on particulars later so you can get packed and ready to leave with us.”

That was about a month before the start of the spring break. When it came, the weather had turned warm, and warm in Texas passes for hot in the rest of the country. I’d been told where to meet Sonny, and after I’d finished my finals I showed up with my luggage. Sonny put it into his pickup. There were several of his friends that were there as well, each with their own pickup, each, like Sonny, a tall, lean guy dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, western shirt, and cowboy hat. I stuck out, wearing my suit, but I’d been taught to look my best when visiting. We set out like a convoy.

The drive didn’t take that long, only about 100 miles. Periodically one of the other pickups would leave us, honking and waving when they did. When we finally turned off the main highway, the only one left was Sonny’s pickup. The drive to his ranch was only about another 5 miles.

I was impressed at the size of the ranch. I asked him how big it was, and he said “about 1,000 acres”. That equates to one and a half square miles. That’s big. But then, this is Texas. And there wasn’t a whole lot else around. We hadn’t been in a town for a number of miles before we got there.

When we drove up and stopped there were a few people gathered around to meet us. We both got out and Sonny removed our luggage from the back of his pickup, handing it to a couple of the guys who started carrying it into the house. One of the others came up to me and said “you must be Smittie. Welcome to the Bar-None ranch. We’re mighty glad you could come.”

That guy was older, and I wondered if he was Sonny’s father. They bore a family resemblance. He was also tall and lean, dressed in the same kind of clothes as Sonny and his friends. He took me into the ranch house and showed me which room I would be staying in. My luggage was already there, and I started unpacking. The room was spacious, and the bed looked comfortable. I figured I would be enjoying this visit.

As I was unpacking I heard voices out in the hallway. “He don’t look that big to be a football player. He looks pretty citified. Do you think he’ll do?”

“He’s a fast runner. That’s the main thing we need. And he’s got a thick bull neck, so there shouldn’t be a repeat of what happened last year.” I recognized Sonny’s voice.

I wondered what they meant. Sonny initially said something about needing me for their game, and I now wondered what kind of game they were talking about. I had assumed that they meant a football game, but now I wasn’t so sure. It still could be. I decided to forget thinking about it and continued my unpacking.

Pretty soon I heard the loud clatter of metal hitting metal, several times a second. Sonny came by. “That’s the dinner bell ringing. We have to make it pretty loud to let the ranch hands know as well. Come and get it.”

I followed the others into the dining room. A table had been set for about 20 people. There were bowls of food set out periodically along the table. I wanted to wash my hands first, and asked Sonny where I could do that. He showed me the bathroom.

When I came out most of the chairs had already been occupied. I sat at the nearest vacant one. I noticed a distinct smell of sweat. Someone near me had been working hard. People had already started dishing up their plates from the bowls, and as the bowls of food were passed by I would get some of the food as well before passing them on. The food consisted mainly of barbecued beef, potatoes, beans, and green salad. I’d noticed that this was the traditional food in this part of the country. Being at college I had already started developing a taste for it, though where I came from it was not the normal food, except for the potatoes and salad.

I started to eat, but noticed that no one else was doing so, even though they’d gotten their food before I did. So I stopped and waited like they did. When everyone was seated and had dished up their plates, the man who initially greeted me started saying a prayer. Everyone else had their heads bowed, so I did, too. After the ‘Amens’ were made we all started to eat.

The food was very good. I hadn’t dished up very much initially, and went back for seconds. I found that there wasn’t much left when I did. Oh, well. When everyone had finished, they still sat there at the table. Soon a couple of pies were brought out, as well as pie plates. Our dirty dishes were gathered up, and one of the servers started cutting the pie into pieces and putting them on plates, passing them to the nearest guy to start passing around. It was apple.

Everyone got a piece, and there were still some pieces left. It was also very good, but when I had finished, all the extra pieces were gone. The others seemed to have learned to eat quickly so they could get more. Being in training, I wanted to slowly eat my food so it would digest properly. I also didn’t want to overeat to put on extra pounds for the track season, so it was just as well that I didn’t have seconds.

During the meal the two on each side of me were carrying on a conversation with each other. I was ignored. The conversation was about the animals at the ranch, and since I knew nothing about them, it wouldn’t have done any good to be included, anyway, but I thought it a bit rude. I guess that wasn’t a concern to them.

When we’d finished and everyone got up, Sonny came over to me and said “I’ll show you around the ranch”. Soon we were outside. The sun was going down, but hadn’t set yet. He took me over to where the steers were branded. He showed me the corral where they were roped and brought in for branding. He showed me the horse barn. He showed me the open range where the cattle were grazing. It was a pretty big operation.

“Our game will start day after tomorrow. Ranchers from many miles around will be coming here to compete. It’s a regular yearly event that everyone looks forward to. We all appreciate you coming here to help us out. We wouldn’t be able to have our game without you.”

The men I saw at that ranch were lanky. I didn’t see anyone that I thought was in football shape. So I figured that the guys who were coming would be huskier than the ones that were here. But that reminded me of the key question I needed to ask Sonny.

“I need to get some running in every day for my track practice. Where would be the best place to do that?”

“We’ve got a race track that we sometimes run the horses around. That’s probably the closest thing we’ve got to what you need. I’ll show you where that is.”

I’d never run on a horse race track before. I figured that this would be a new experience for me. It would be dirt, something I ran on at high school, whereas I ran on cinder at the college. I’d been improving my speeds since starting college that year, and was interested to see whether the different surface would make a difference in my speeds. When Sonny showed me, I realized that it was pretty long. I asked “how long is it?”

“It’s exactly a mile on the inside.”

“Good. Then I can time myself against my normal mile times.”

“If you want, I’ll keep your times.”

“Thank you, that would be helpful. But I get up pretty early to get my running in. I’m not sure you’d want to get up that early.”

“Huh! Here at the ranch everyone gets up early.”

We headed back and got inside. I heard Sonny telling someone that I would be up early to run at the horse race track if he wanted to watch. I was wondering what was so special about a visiting football player who also runs track. I hadn’t set any records, or even come close to setting any.

I awoke the next morning at 5 am after a good night’s sleep. After a shower and dressing in my running clothes, I went out to the kitchen to see if anyone had put coffee on yet. I was surprised to see a bustle of activity going. The coffee pot had not only been on, but was about empty. Sonny was already up, and when he saw me he asked “ready to get started?”

“After I get my morning coffee.”

“I’ve already had my breakfast. Want some now?”

I shook my head back and forth. I didn’t want to have any food in me when I went running. I soon had my coffee and set out jogging toward the track. When I got there I first did some stretching exercises. Then I started jogging out onto the track. I noticed that there were already about a half-dozen people there to watch me. I found this strange.

I initially just jogged around a couple of times to get loosened and get my wind adjusted. Then I told Sonny to start timing me, and I took off running. That seemed to interest the bystanders. I was able to run pretty easily on that dirt track. I had my track shoes on, a pair of running shorts, and a tank top. My wind was good after my two jogging laps. I was able to run the mile pretty fast. After I passed Sonny I slowly stopped and came over to him.

“What was my time for the mile?”

“Four minutes, six seconds.”

That was about a second off my best time. I was satisfied. I stood getting my breath back.

The guy who greeted me came up to Sonny and said “you’re right. He’s fast. And with the tank top I can see he’s got a good build. I think he’ll work out well tomorrow for the game.” After saying that he walked away.

That was a curious thing to say about someone invited to a football game. Something wasn’t ringing true. I again started wondering. But by then my breathing was regular again, and I decided to start my next mile of jogging before getting serious for the mile after that.

I did the next mile a half second faster. I was only a half second off my personal best. I was pleased at how well I was able to run on this track.

When I’d finished my workout and was walking back to the house to take another shower, I noticed that the other five bystanders came back, too. They had only been there to watch me run. I wondered whether there might be some private betting going on about the game the next day, and they wanted to see how this new guy fared. I overheard a bit of conversation from them, and it sounded like they were indeed making a wager. But the things they were saying didn’t sound like football game terms, one of which was ‘I think he’ll win three times’, while another guy said ‘nah, I doubt if he’ll win any’. Win what?

My curiosity finally got the better of me, and I asked Sonny what type of game would be played tomorrow. He hemmed and hawed, and finally said that I would find out tomorrow. Now I was really curious.

My breakfast was apparently the last one to be served that morning. What they laid out for me was certainly a lot more food than I was accustomed to eating for breakfast. I told them that the food was great, but I was in training, and needed to keep my weight down, so couldn’t eat that much food. They understood, and weren’t offended when I only ate some of what they served me.

I found everyone to be friendly, though unsure of me. I obviously didn’t fit in to a ranch, and they could see that. The rest of that day passed uneventfully. Later Sonny told me that I wouldn’t need to do my exercising in the morning, that I’d be getting a lot of running in with the game. I’d already figured that, and hadn’t planned to do my morning running.

But I did decide that I needed to do stretching and jogging the next morning to make sure I wouldn’t get cramps. I also decided to exercise my upper body that night. Since it appeared that having a strong neck was one of the criteria, I needed to make sure that I exercised this as well. Sonny showed me where their gym was, and I got in another good workout, this time of my upper body. I needed another shower after that. Texas was not only hot, it was humid.

I got to bed early and got another good night’s sleep. When I got up at my usual 5 am the next morning and came out, I was ready for that early breakfast this time. I was again dressed in my track clothes. I was surprised to see all the cars with horse trailers that had arrived, with more coming all the time. Guys were unloading their horses and taking them to the corral. You don’t play football with horses. Was this a game of polo? Except that I don’t ride a horse.

All the guys who were taking them were dressed in normal Western clothes, not your normal polo clothes. And they all appeared to have that same kind of lean body as the ranch hands had here. I still couldn’t figure out what kind of game this was going to be.

After the visitors had deposited their horses they came into the house to meet their hosts and the other guys. Everyone seemed to know each other. I’d see occasional looks in my direction, with an occasional statement like ‘he looks like he’ll do’ and ‘Sonny picked a good one this time’. This was getting curiouser and curiouser. It was starting to look like the game was centered around me. But I had no idea what role I was supposed to play.

Most of the visitors had registered for the game elsewhere in the room and had gone to the corral. Soon they had numbers on their shirts. I noticed that the hosts had disappeared, accompanied by some of the visitors. After a couple of hours they returned, dressed in their Sunday finest. After changing back to their usual clothes, the guy I figured was Sonny’s father came over to me and said that it was time for the game to begin. I was taken out to the grazing area. There were a lot of others who were gathered around as spectators.

Sonny’s father had a microphone in his hand. He announced “Ladies and Gentlemen, let the game begin. The first contestant is Les Moore from Abilene.” There was scattered applause as he rode up on his horse. I still couldn’t figure out what I was supposed to do and what role I was to play in this.

Then Sonny’s father turned off the microphone. He looked at his son and asked “are you ready?” Sonny was holding the timer in his hand. He said “I’m ready”. Sonny’s father turned to me and said “start running as fast as you can out into the field. Try to avoid that guy on the horse. You’ll have a ten second start. Get ready, get set, go!” I started running.

So this was it. I was to try to outrun a guy on a horse. This was ridiculous. I can’t outrun a horse. But I was willing to give it a try. After ten seconds the horse took off. The rider was twirling a rope above his head as he was racing toward me. I figured he was trying to lasso me. I was watching out of the corner of my eye, and just as he started to let the rope go I turned away. The rope missed me, bouncing off my shoulder, and the guy had his horse slow down and stop. I’d outwitted the first one. One for me.

When I got back I was a little winded, and had a big smile on my face. Sonny said “that was pretty clever for your first try. You made that guy look bad.” He also had a big smile on his face, and slapped me a good one on my back. I heard some murmuring among the crowd.

They told me to let them know when I was ready for the next go. Sonny’s father got on the microphone and announced who the next contestant was. When I was ready, I took off. After ten seconds the horse came charging at me with the rider twirling the rope above his head. Closer and closer the horse came to me. I was waiting for the guy to start to throw his rope at me so I could veer away, but he kept getting closer. Finally he was almost on me and threw. He was so close that when I reacted the rope was already around my chest. The horse came to a screeching stop, and I was jerked off my feet.

Immediately the guy got off his horse and came running to me. He grabbed my wrists and my ankles, pulled the end of the rope from where it was around my chest in the back and quickly wrapped it around my wrists and then my ankles, leaving just a couple of inches between. When finished he quickly got up and pumped his fist in the air. In the distance I saw Sonny’s father go to his son and look at the stop watch. He turned the microphone on and said “21.2 seconds. That’s the mark to shoot at.” There was scattered applause.

I was lying there tied up in a hogtie, and was thinking ‘that’s not fair. No one applauded me when I outwitted that first guy.’ And I wondered when I was going to be untied. The guy who had done the tying was walking back with his horse, leaving me there.

A couple of other guys on the side who I had thought were spectators came walking over to me and started untying me. One of them reached down between my legs, and noticed that I was sporting a hard-on. He got a smile and nodded to his companion, who also looked down and got a smile. I hadn’t realized that my secret would get out. I’d managed to keep my secret turn-on from everyone at college. I wondered how long it would take before that got back to Sonny, and how long before his friends back at college would know. I figured my life would start changing.

After I was untied I walked back to Sonny’s father, dusting myself off on the way. As I was doing so I discreetly checked to make sure that there was no wet spot on the front of my pants. I was again a little winded, and they let me get my wind back before starting to run again.

The next guy copied the same technique the previous guy had done, and got me hogtied, but he didn’t best that guy’s time. I still didn’t have a wet spot. But then came the one that got me.

When this guy threw his rope at me, it went around my neck and he jerked it tight as his horse skidded to a stop. That almost broke my neck. I heard an audible gasp come from the spectators when I was jerked off my feet by a rope pulled tight around my neck. After I had understood what the game was with that first guy I had worried about this happening, and when it was about time for each guy to throw his rope I would start to slow down and bow my neck to prepare. Like the others, when this guy got me on the ground he quickly pulled the rope back hard to rope my wrists and ankles close to the rope loop. I was bent back pretty severely in this hog-tie. Doing it that way he bested the time set by the others.

This time it wasn’t just the two guys on the side who came out to untie me. After the time was announced, Sonny and his father came out to make sure I wasn’t injured. Unfortunately, that’s when the wet spot showed up on the front of my pants. I had creamed my shorts from that one.

When Sonny and his father got there the other two were starting to untie me. They were looking between my legs and starting to snicker. After the rope was off from around my neck, Sonny asked “are you injured?”

I started twisting my neck around, and replied “no, it hurts, but it isn’t injured. But that was close.”

That was when Sonny wondered what the two were chuckling about and saw. He got a big smile on his face and said “looks like you got some enjoyment out of it at least.” I hadn’t realized until I saw what he was looking at when he said that. I looked down, closed my eyes and got real embarrassed. My face must have turned a bright red. The two ranch hands and Sonny all started laughing out loud when they saw my embarrassed reaction. Sonny’s father just stonily said “let’s get back to the starting line to prepare for the next entry.” This time when I appeared to be uninjured and was walking back there was scattered applause from the spectators.

There weren’t any incidents after that. I had modified my run to turn toward the horse when it was almost on me and was able to outwit two more of the ropers. So the guy who had estimated I would win three hit it correctly. By the time the game was finally finished I was exhausted. That guy who got me by the neck was the winner, hogtying my in the least time.

They had a custom after the game was over for the winner to put their human calf in the same position he was in when he won, so with the help of Sonny and the two who would untie me I was back with the rope tightly around my neck pulled back for my roped wrists pulled up a short distance from my neck and my roped ankles a short distance from my wrists. After I was properly positioned, I was carried into the house and set down at the front of everyone for the awards to be presented. Pictures were taken, including several with the proud winner poised over his victim holding up his trophy. They later gave me a copy of the picture they picked to print in the local paper. It focused on the winner, but also showed a noticeable bulge sticking up between my legs pushing up my running shorts.

After the ceremony was over and the participants started socializing, Sonny came up to me and said “it’s my task to untie you, but after what I observed I figure you’d enjoy remaining tied up. I’ll put you in your room that way and bring your dinner in to feed you.” I was too embarrassed to say anything.

Sonny kept his word. He fed me and left me like that overnight. My muscles were getting pretty sore, since they weren’t used to being in that position. When he came in the next morning I told him that I needed to get out to get my morning running done, that I was still in training. He responded by gagging me. Soon several of his college friends came by to see me. Sonny must have called them and filled them in on what had happened, and didn’t want to untie the rope until they had seen me. They were all laughing and joking about it.

Sonny finally let me out for my morning running. His friends stayed around and watched. After I was finished they followed me in. I immediately went into the shower to get cleaned up. When I came out I found that my clothes had disappeared. As I was looking around for them Sonny and his friends suddenly appeared and before I knew what was happening, I was tied up like I’d been yesterday, though this time also gagged. After doing that they looked down at my erect cock. One of them said “you’re right, Sonny. We’ve got us a queer, here. What should we do with him?”

“Nothing while he’s a guest here at my home. But he’ll be going back to college with me. That’s when we can have our fun. We’ll show him how we welcome queers in Texas.”

“Yeah, we gonna have us some fun.”

Sonny’s friends all got smiles as they started thinking about possibilities. I started getting nervous, thinking about some of the stories I’d heard about what had been done to gays in the west. They soon left to go back home. I was let out to go get breakfast. When I was finished, Sonny showed me around some more of the ranch and the nearest town. We were starting to get along now, starting to become friends.

The end of the spring break finally arrived, and I packed my things for the ride back to college, dressed in my suit and tie as usual. I was dreading what lay ahead for me. After Sonny and his family returned from church and got back into their casual clothes, Sonny was ready as well. His parents bade me farewell, and again thanked me for visiting, particularly since I was required for the game to be held. I thanked them for their hospitality. No mention was made of my embarrassing incident. Sonny drove off in his pickup. In a few miles, one of his friends pulled in front of us in his pickup. And a few miles later another did the same. After a fourth one joined the convoy as the new lead, they soon pulled off to the side of the road to an abandoned building. I realized that this was when I was going to get it.

Before Sonny stopped the others had stopped and had gotten out quickly to come over to my side of his pickup. One of them said “hey, fag boy, it’s time for us to have our fun with you.” He was holding up a rope that had a noose to show me when he was saying this. I was starting to panic. I tried to lock the door to keep them out, but as soon as I’d lock it, Sonny would push the automatic button on his side to unlock it. They got the door open and pulled me out of the pickup and quickly tied my wrists behind my back. I was yelling until they stuffed a bandana into my mouth while tying another around my head to keep the bandana gag in place. They dragged me into the abandoned building. After they’d gotten me inside they worked quickly, tying my ankles while they threw the other end of the noose rope over a rafter after they had yanked the noose tight around my neck. One of the others tied the other end of the rope to the side of the building after pulling me up erect onto my feet by it. They were hyper, and worked fast, laughing as they were tying me.

I’d been trying to fight them, but it was no use. Against four tall lean young ranch hands I was helpless, football player that I was. I was soon unable to move. They noticed another wet spot starting to form on the front of my pants. They unzipped my jeans and pulled out my erupting cock. They started hitting it, laughing as they were doing that. I was soon yelling into my gag. That got them laughing more. They found a piece of wood and started hitting my cock with that. I was yelling more. They used the wood to start hitting my butt. They hit it pretty hard, and the piece of wood broke in two. They were looking around for something else to use on me.

That’s when one of them got the idea of bringing my ankles up to my wrists in a hogtie. They quickly went about doing this. I was pulled off the ground, hanging by my neck. One of them said “what if he chokes?”, and Sonny said “after the way his neck was jerked when that horse stopped? This guy has one strong neck, so it will take a lot to get him to choke.”

I was having to bow my neck to keep from choking since I now had my full weight being supported by my neck muscles. I was starting to lose the battle as the noose kept getting tighter and tighter around my neck. Finally they could see my face getting beet red, and they undid the rope tied to the side and let me down. But they didn’t loosen the rope. Instead, they used it to pull my wrists up as close to my neck as they could get them before tying them there. I was still choking, this time from my wrists wanting to lower back down. It was worse than the position I was kept in at Sonny’s ranch. They noticed that my cock was erect again, but didn’t do anything to it this time.

They took me back out to Sonny’s pickup like that and put me in the back, covered by a tarpaulin. They got back into their pickups and started the drive back to college. I was relieved to be heading back to college, but was miserable in the back, having difficulty breathing, my eyes starting to get dry as they were bugged out, a headache starting to develop. I finally maneuvered my position to find something to push my wrists against. That eased the choking problem.

When they got to college they checked to see that I hadn’t gotten out of the ropes and took their things up to their rooms. They came back down and undid all the ropes except the gags and the one rope that kept my hands tied behind my back. They tied another bandana around the top of my short, thick neck to hide the rope burns and put a cowboy hat on me before walking me up to my room with my things. They were all laughing and joking about it. Others along the way were looking at me, this buff football player dressed in a suit with a bandana around his neck, wearing a cowboy hat, gagged by a bandana with hands tied behind his back, pulled along by some laughing cowboys, and figured we were just having fun, Texas style.

After I was taken into my room, they tied me up again in a hogtie and left me on my bed that way for the night. The next morning they came in and let me out of the rope. I had to quickly get ready for my morning run. When I looked in the mirror I saw an ugly red mark around my neck. I asked Sonny “how am I going to explain that?”

“Hide it with that bandana. If it should come off, just tell them that you were the calf in a calf-roping contest at my ranch, and one of the participants roped you around your neck and jerked you to a stop by that. It’s true enough. You should have seen your neck after it happened. Tell them you got in a lot of running trying to out-run the horses.”

“If I told my coaches that I’d probably lose my scholarship. He doesn’t want anybody doing things that are dangerous, risking injury. And what about when I’m in class? This bandana doesn’t go with my clothes.”

“You’re going to have to get some new clothes. You’re one of us, now. You need to dress like you’re in Texas.” Fortunately my coaches didn’t find out.

It was nice to hear Sonny say that I was one of them. I’m starting to fit in more here in Texas. I now dress like they do, wearing jeans, western shirt, cowboy boots, cowboy hat, with a bandana around my neck, initially to hide the rope burns, but now just to go with the persona. It was hard to get a shirt that fit me, a problem I’ve always had with my build, being on the short side with a thick neck. Shirts have always been chokingly tight around my neck, but not having to keep the collar closed like I would when wearing a tie helped me find a proper sized shirt. And these wouldn’t need to be starched for a good appearance as my white shirts would.

During that term Sonny’s friends would periodically come by to help him tie me up. They enjoyed putting me into a hogtie. And I would go out with them to the cafeteria or other places, always gagged with my hands tied behind me, something people here are now accustomed to seeing. At meals they would take out my gag and take turns feeding me. But they no longer do it because I’m gay; now it’s because I’ve become one of their friends. I’m the guy they practice their roping on. Sometimes I could get out, but not very often. I run track wearing the bandana. It’s become my trademark.

That was last year. This year, my sophomore year, we’ve continued our friendship. To make sure I don’t cream my jeans when tied up, something that had happened a lot last year, Sonny now keeps my cock locked in chastity, though he lets it out for me to shower, for football practice, and to cum twice a week. I’d strengthened my neck muscles after track season was over in preparation for football season, but as a Sophomore backup running back/wide receiver, I was rarely used in games. Being on the team was another big in to Sonny and his friends, since football is almost a religion in Texas.

I overheard Sonny and his friends actually bragging that I was a gay guy who was on the football and track teams that they regularly tied up, that I enjoyed it. I’m now tied up every night and weekends by Sonny and his friends, only let out on weekday mornings and put back in after I finish my studying. Periodically Sonny would bring some guys by to see me tied up like that. They’d all laugh about it.

There was another change in the routine after football season ended. Seeing me with that thicker neck, Sonny started towing me around by a noose rope pulled tight around my neck while I’m also gagged with hands tied behind my back. He calls it a Texas necktie. He’s taller than me and he likes to hold the rope high, yanking me up from my chair when it’s time to go. He and his friends get a kick out of it. They know that I’m turned on by it, but also know that my cock’s in chastity. The first time others noticed the noose in the cafeteria, one guy came over and loudly said “what’s going on? That’s dangerous.” I noticed a hush in the cafeteria when he said that.

Sonny responded by pulling me up higher in my chair at the cafeteria and said, “have you seen the size of his neck? He don’t get hurt by it. Besides, when we first started rooming together he told me that he doesn’t go out in public without wearing a necktie. Now that he’s wearing Texas clothes, he goes out in public wearing his Texas necktie.” His friends roared with laughter when he said that. Others in the cafeteria laughed as well.

I added, since my gag was out to be fed, “thank you for your concern, but I’m okay with it. It helps strengthen my neck for football. And it keeps me in an erect posture.” I didn’t know whether helping strengthen my neck was true or not, but it hasn’t bothered me.

This became the response when anyone would bring up the subject. Sonny now takes me everywhere like that when I’m not going to classes, exercising or at track meets. Some places have asked us to leave because their other patrons were bothered by it, but we’ve found places where it’s okay. It’s definitely helped me bond better with their group. They don’t go anywhere now without me. They even take me with them to church on Sundays, dressed in my suit.

They know not to take me to church with that noose around my neck, or gagged with my hands tied. And with that thicker neck, I could no longer get into my white shirts. Seeing this, Sonny ordered some new shirts for me that were custom made. When he told me, I thought that was very nice of him, and thanked him. But when I put one on he and his friends were waiting with big smiles. He had gotten them with a stiff, high, extremely tight collar that went up under my chin, with three buttons at the collar. This was their substitute for the noose. For church my Texas necktie is replaced with a regular one which they make sure is tied as tightly as possible.

As we were going to church, Sonny said with a smile “you obviously like the shirt.” He was looking down at my fly when he said that. His friends all laughed. I couldn’t look down with my neck in that vise, but I knew what he meant. That shirt was about as bad as the noose. But at church I got compliments on how nice I looked.

Everyone is now used to seeing me taken to and from the cafeteria held erect by a noose, gagged with my hands tied behind me, as well as the places we go to on the weekends. One of the gang gets to where we are going earlier than the others so he can finish eating and stand behind me keeping the noose pulled up, forcing my head up high while I’m seated. This way they can untie my hands for me to use to eat with so they don’t have to feed me. And when I’m riding in his pickup one of his friends is always alongside of me holding the rope up. Sometimes they pull it up too high and wait for my face to start getting red. Then they’ll lower it back down a bit, laughing at my discomfort. It’s all part of their fun. They usually also hit my cock when they do that, remembering my reaction at that abandoned house.

With Spring Break now approaching, Sonny said “you’re going to be the human calf in our game again this year.”

“I’m not going.”

“They’re thinking of changing the rules so that bringing you down by the neck would result in automatic disqualification so there wouldn’t be a repeat of last year’s incident.”

“That doesn’t mean that it wouldn’t happen again. My neck is now a lot stronger, but I don’t want to take the chance.”

“You have to go. We can’t have the game without you.”

“No.”

“I won’t take off your chastity until after the game is over. If you have participated, it comes off. If you haven’t it stays on for the rest of the year.”

He said the magic words. That was an offer I couldn’t refuse. I sighed. “Okay. You win. I’ll go.”

So here I was, tied up waiting for Sonny to finish his finals and leave. He told me I’ll be let out of the hogtie to be just tied and gagged when taken from my dorm room to his pickup, noose in place pulled up high, one of his friends sitting alongside of me in the pickup for the ride to the ranch holding the rope up, walked into an out-building that Sonny had the ranch hands set up for me with the noose pulled up, and kept on my feet with the rope pulled up over one of the rafters and tied to the side until let out for exercising and showering in the morning, returned afterwards. Sonny would feed me before putting the gag back in. He said he had to make sure I would be there for their game. He also is bringing my Sunday church clothes for me to join his family at church before the game.  The ranch hands will be coming and going out of the building I’ll be in, and will see me. I’ve long since lost the ability to be embarrassed by having others see me tied, gagged and noosed. It’s become my way of life here.

Sonny also told me that they decided not to change the game rules, that I would be allowed to be brought down by roping my neck, and that the other participants were planning to do it that way, copying last year’s winner’s successful way. I’d expected that, which is why I didn’t want to go. But the consequences of not going were too much.

This time all of Sonny’s friends are planning to stay at his ranch over the spring break. I overheard them say that they were looking forward to continue having fun with their ‘fag friend’ after the game was over. It was an indication of my importance to their group that three guys changed their plans for their week off just because I would be there. When one of them realized that I could hear them talking, he told me that they were going to brand me with the Bar None ranch brand the day after the game was over. They all laughed after he told me this. I think he was kidding. I sure hoped he was.

When I got there last year I overheard Sonny’s father telling him to get some shirts like I wore, that he would look much nicer in those. I’d noticed that after Christmas he was now wearing shirts to church that were much tighter and had a higher collar than he’d been wearing before, shirts like I wore. I was looking forward to what his father would require Sonny to start wearing to church after his father sees the shirt Sonny got for me. I don’t think he’d thought about that.

I realized that I not only now fit in here in Texas, I’ve become an essential part of the scene here. I started thinking about whether I wanted to remain here in Texas after I graduate from college. I never had friends where I grew up, putting all my spare time into improving my physical abilities, which resulted in my having a great body and some skills, but skills that aren’t sufficiently good for me to be able to become a professional athlete. I was going to have to rely on a career prepared by my field of study at college.

Now, for the first time, I have friends. Despite their harsh treatment of me, I’m actually enjoying this. And as I started thinking about it, I’m looking forward to battling wits and physical skills with the horsemen at this year’s game. My physical skills are as good as they were last year, perhaps even better. I realized that Sonny had been preparing me mentally and had done a good job of it. With being kept in that noose, I realized that I had to continue my neck-building exercises after football season was over, something I hadn’t done the previous year, concentrating exclusively on my running. I was now better prepared. My competitive juices started to kick in. Let the game begin!

 

Author’s note – This story is fiction. I don’t know if there really is a ranch called ‘Bar None’; it’s just a cute name I chose.

 

Metal would like to thank Mister-X / Spartan for this story!