Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2017 03:16:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: J H <jbcountry@yahoo.com>
Subject: Living Under the Boot of Rick - Country Boy Domination

As the school campus came into sight Tommy thought sarcastically to
himself, `perfect.'  His mom had recently relocated to Georgia from
Illinois and he knew nobody.  It is mid-Spring semester and too many miles
from home.  It didn't really matter anyway for he was a loner at his old
school and this one would be no different.  He was no good at any sports
and he knew he was inferior to all his peers; especially the jocks.  Tommy
was gay.  But more than gay; he was a sub who longed for an alpha in his
life.  Someone to take control.  Now he was driving to a new school to
start it all over again.  Anxiety crept into him as he pulled into an empty
space reserved for students.

Tommy scanned the parking lot to look upon his fellow students for the
first time.  It was the same old story.  Small groups congregating by
different cars.  The brains were headed straight for the building with
their backpacks loaded down.  The preps were surrounding a nice BMW and so
on.  His mind wandered but the sound of a loud diesel engine snapped him
out of his trance.  A large Chevy truck lifted with a huge brush guard
blazed into the lot.  The country music blasted its way through the tinted
windows.  As the beast of a truck whipped into a space near him Tommy
gasped for he expected to hear a metallic crunch however the truck hit
nothing.  It was masterfully parked as if driven by a professional.  Tommy
was looking at the large `Cowboy Up' decal when the door flung open.  A
dirt cowboy boot slammed onto the step bar.  The boot hugged the tight
jeans of a massive guy wearing a football jersey.  Tommy was mesmerized by
the stunning cut features of this jock who noticed his stare.  "What the
fuck are you gawking at?"  The stud blurted out as he noticed his stare.
Turning his attention to his massive 4x4 Tommy stuttered, "Sorry, I like
your truck."  The Jock made an inaudible grunt and headed toward the
school.  Tommy followed behind.  He could not tear his eyes away from the
stud's tight jeans with a worn Skoal ring on his back left pocket.  His
heart fluttered and he was entranced by the cowboy jock; he felt as though
his life would have purpose if he could serve a man like that.

Most of the day was just as Tommy expected.  The awkward task of finding
his way about his classes and the stares of each of his peers sizing him
up.  His schedule was not very hard.  Tommy was smart but chose not to take
any advanced classes.  During lunch he scoped out a private place to eat.
As he entered the cafeteria he passed the jock table.  Several buff jocks
chowing down on a huge lunch laughing and cutting up with each other.  He
spotted his newfound idle chugging a milk.  The stud's eye glanced towards
him and caught him starring again.  `Damn it!' He thought to himself.  The
day drug on and Tommy's only wish was to see that jock in the parking lot
afterschool.  His wish was not granted though.  Afterschool Tommy waited in
his car checking his rear view mirror for a sign all the time pretending to
play with his phone.  `Of course,' Tommy thought to himself, `football
practice.'  He knew he could not explain sitting in his piece of crap sedan
for that long and drove home.  After all he could not afford to be late for
his first day on the job.  He would only have enough time to eat a quick
supper with his mom and drive to work.

His mother left his father and returned to her home town.  She did not know
where to go.  Tommy was an only child.  His mother's brother lived here and
he got her job as a machine operator in the plant he worked.  Neither had a
lot of income so Tommy had to get a job to pay for his phone and car
insurance.  Tommy did not want to work fast food so his uncle told him
about a boarding stable where he could earn money as a stable boy.  The
stable belonged to the plant manager so he urged him to make a good
impression.  Tommy would not have to deal with many people so he felt he
could do the job without upsetting his family's boss.  He also liked the
idea of serving as a stall cleaner for the elite.  It seemed to suit his
personality.

The driveway to the stable was a long gravel road.  He noticed the horses
grazing in the fields as he drove toward the large stable.  It was painted
red and had large doors on both ends with stalls on either side.  It seemed
peaceful.  There was a riding ring where a young woman was exercising her
horse.  He had no idea if she was doing it correctly because he knew little
about horses.  He parked and met the owner near the entrance of the large
stable.  "You must be Tommy," the man said gruffly and shook his hand with
a tight squeeze.  "I wanted to meet you and show you around but
unfortunately I have been called back into work.  I have to pay for this
place somehow to keep the ole' lady happy," he said jokingly.  "Oh," Tommy
said (a little relieved so he could go back home.)  "Would you like me to
come back tomorrow?"  "That won't be necessary," he replied pointed to the
long gravel driveway, "my boy is headed here now.  He'll show you the
ropes."  Tommy looked with disbelief.  It was the large Chevy truck and he
knew commanding that vehicle was his jock god.  They both watched as the
young man parked next to Tommy's car and jumped out with his gear bag in
hand.  "This is my son Rick.  He can show you the job before he rides.
He's a great horseman and a hell of a quarterback!"  The jock towered over
Tommy looking him in the eyes with a slight grin.  "Rick this is Tommy.  He
is going to start helping us around here."  Tommy extended his hand and
half expected it to be slapped away.  "Well alright then," Rick said
happily and shook Tommy's hand with a tight grip; much tighter than it
should have been.  Tommy knew instantly the smiles and excited response was
a mere act for his father.  "Well you two have fun.  I have to get to the
office; you're in good hands with my boy," his new boss said as he headed
toward his car.

Rick headed into the stable and Tommy followed behind.  He was excited,
afraid, and anxious all at once.  Rick dropped his bag next to a stable
door where a large bay horse stood waiting.  Tommy broke the silence, "so
you're the quarterback."  "Look," Rick interjected, "I have a lot to do.  I
want to ride my horse and then meet up with my girl.  The job is pretty
simple.  The horses that are turned out of their stalls are what you need
to clean first.  Wheelbarrow, bedding, manure spreader," Rick commanded as
he pointed to each object.  "Make sure you get the horse shit and piss out
good and then bed them back and fill their water buckets."  "Okay," Tommy
said softly.  "And most importantly," Rick said holding up his massive
index finger.  "Yes," Tommy questioned.  "Make sure my horse's stall is
done right!"  Tommy's heart jumped.  His wish was coming true a little.  He
was a servant to his jock god.  Rick then haltered his horse and took him
to a wash stall in the barn to saddle him and soon he was off.

Tommy looked around at all the soiled stalls and proudly began his job of
serving Rick.  It took him much longer than he thought to just clean five
of the ten empty stalls.  He took care of Rick's stall first but after
cleaning a few more he thought that he might not have done a good enough
job to meet Rick's high expectations.  He walked over to the stall where
Rick's horse was to re-inspect his work when the gear bag caught his eye.
The bag was half unzipped and Tommy noticed one of Rick's football cleats.
His desires urged him to worship the massive cleat.  Tommy looked around.
Nobody was in the stable and he knew he could hear a horse coming.  He
thought about it for a moment and then his desires took over and he gently
removed the cleat from the bag.  He figured that Rick had no idea of its
placement in the bag but he carefully memorized its exact spot just to be
safe.  He held the cleat close to his face and thought, `the damage these
bad boys have caused.'  His imagination drove him into Friday night games
where countless football players suffered under there massive weight.  He
pulled the cleat closer under his nose and inhaled deeply taking in the
masculine essence of his jock master.  He was in his own personal paradise
when reality snapped in.  "Faggot!"  Tommy startled and dropped the cleat
on the ground and turned to find Rick nearby.

"Where's your horse?"  Tommy questioned in his surprise.  "Tied up nearby.
I wanted to see if you were working or goofing off.  I should have known
the way you've been staring at me at school; you're a little faggot."  By
now Rick was standing right in front of him every muscle swelled in
agitation.  "Please don't tell anyone; I'm sorry," was all Tommy could
muster to say.  "You're in no position to make demands little faggot," Rick
spat.  There was a moment of silence as both assessed the situation.
Finally Rick broke the silence and commanded, "pick up my cleat and put it
back in my bag."  Tommy quickly did as he was told.  "What are you going to
do?" Tommy asked with a little panic in his voice.  Rick spat.  His mouth
was swollen with a large dip.  He crossed his arms and took a deep breath.
"So you like feet?" He stated with a smile.  Tommy said nothing.  He was at
a total loss for words.  "Well my boots are dirty," Rick said in a very
alpha tone.  He leaned toward Tommy and commanded, "Clean them boy."
Hearing the command for real was a little arousing and unsettling.  Rick
did not have to make any threats.  Tommy knew he had him by the balls.
Tommy asked softly with his eyes staring at Rick's dirty boots, "with
what?"  "Not my problem," Rick replied.  Tommy was trapped.  Not only could
Rick cause him humiliation at school but he thought of his mother and uncle
who worked for Rick's dad.  After seconds of weighing all his options Tommy
knelt down and felt smaller than he ever had.  He took his hand a tried to
dust of Rick's left boot.  "Not good enough," Rick commanded instantly.
Tommy then stretched his shirt sleeve over his hand and began wiping his
left boot with it.  "Not good enough," Rick commanded again.  Tommy knew
then what his task was.  A task he had dreamed about but now that it was
happening he was scared.

Tommy lowered his face toward the boot and hesitated.  "Get to lickin' boy
or this will not end well for you!" Rick warned sternly.  Tommy stuck his
tongue out and made a quick swipe across the top of the boot.  His mouth
filled with the sensation a dirt, grime, manure, and pure man.  Tommy
quickly made a couple more swipes and with his tongue coated in dirt he
spat beside him.  "What the fuck are you doing?  Are you stupid?" Rick
growled, "Swallow that shit faggot!"  Tommy did as instructed and began to
swipe the large dirty boot more and more cleaning it and swallowing the
filth.  When the top was good and wet he move to the other boot when Rick
commanded, "Heel bitch!  It's dirty too!"  Tommy moved back to the left
boot in pure humiliation and began licking the nasty heel of Rick's boot.
Once the left boot was completely licked clean he moved to the right boot
and began licking it.  His mouth was getting dry from the dust and his
tongue became sore from the abuse.  "I'm sorry sir, my mouth is so dry.
Can I wet it so I can do a good job?"  Tommy asked.  He hoped that phrasing
it to benefit Rick would better his chances.

"Why sure," Rick responded muffled by his dip filled mouth.  Tommy started
to get up when the weight of Rick's hand forced him back to his knees.
"Open your faggot mouth," Rick ordered.  Tommy's eyes widened as
instinctively he shook his head no.  Rick's hand seized Tommy's lower jaw
and a blaze filled his eyes when he repeated, "open your faggot mouth now!"
Tommy closed his eyes and opened his mouth a little.  "Wider faggot," Rick
commanded.  Tommy complied.  The sensation nearly caused him to vomit.
Tommy gagged moments after Rick used his human spittoon.  The spit landed
partly on his tongue while the better part hurled down his throat.  Tommy
has never tasted tobacco and he was overwhelmed by the power of the warm
spittle.  Rick smiled while Tommy gagged on his knees for a moment and then
said, "Back to the boots bitch."  This level of degradation was more than
Tommy ever dreamed he wanted.  His senses told him to flee to his car never
to return but his erection ordered him back to Rick's dirty boots.  After
thoroughly licking the right boot clean Tommy just remained on his knees in
front of Rick awaiting orders.  Rick glanced at his watch and mumble to
himself, "oh shit, I gotta go!"  He walked back out of the stable to
retrieve his horse.  No words were exchanged as Rick unsaddled and tended
to his horse.  Tommy continued to clean the stalls which were left to do.
He was finishing his last stall when Rick walked up to the door and said,
"Faggot you're my bitch now.  Don't even think about quitting or life as
you know it is over.  Welcome to hell."  Rick waited for no response.  He
knew that Tommy was trapped and his senior year would be one for the record
books.

That night Tommy stood in front of the bathroom sink and starred at his
reflection.  He did not brush his teeth.  `Master Rick would not approve of
brushing off his boot grime and spit,' he thought.  A small amount of grit
and a hint of tobacco remained in his mouth.  Tommy's erection grew as he
mentally recapped the day's events.  After an intense masturbation session
Tommy laid down to rest.  Sleep did not come easy but he dozed off thinking
to himself, `master's boots are clean now.'

The next day Tommy had no idea what to expect.  Would Rick `out' him and
tell the school what happened?  Would Rick make him do something
embarrassing around other students?  He had no idea.  Much to his surprise
Rick said nothing at all; to him or anyone about the previous day's events.
Perhaps Rick was just establishing his place as alpha in their pecking
order and that would be the end of it.  That thought haunted Tommy a
little.  After school Tommy headed to his car when he received a text.  It
read, "dont leave work b4 I get there-R.'  Even though he did not recognize
the number; he knew that it was Rick and he must have gotten his number
from his dad somehow.  Tommy's eyes widened and his mind raced with what
Rick wanted.

At work Tommy was a little nervous.  Rick's dad was there and showed him
the different horses informing him about their owners, accomplishments, and
other boring information.  Tommy was surprised that he helped him muck the
stalls.  They were nearly finished when Rick arrived to the barn.  "Good
day's work," his boss said as he started to leave, "I won't be here
tomorrow but I think you have a handle on everything."  "Thank you sir.
See you tomorrow." Tommy replied.  Rick then instructed, "Hey Tommy don't
leave yet.  I want to show you Tank."  Tommy surmised that Tank was his
horse's name and that he actually had no interest in showing him his horse.
Rick's dad interjected, "Don't be too late Rick.  You have that essay due
soon."  Rick replied, "Sure thing dad."

When his father got into his car and started it Rick informed Tommy, "This
is your lucky day faggot."  Rick grabbed Tommy by the arm and pulled him
into an empty stall.  When he let go Tommy said, "Thanks for not telling
anyone about yesterday.  I really..."  Rick interrupted him, "Yeah, yeah
the jury is still out on that but to insure my silence you can help me out
with a little problem I have."  "What?" Tommy asked.  "My girlfriend is
pissed at me and cut me off so I am getting backed up.  You should love
this faggot because I need to relieve a little pressure."  Rick wasted no
time and started to loosen his belt.  "But ..." Tommy said when Rick
interrupted forcefully again, "On your knees now bitch, now!"  Rick pulled
out his massive cock.  Even soft it was much longer and had more girth than
Tommy's ever had fully erect.  Tommy instantly lusted for Rick's cock and
he dropped to his knees.  "I'm not into dudes so you're going to have to
work at it," Rick ordered.  Tommy started to couple his balls and gently
stoked his shaft.  "If I wanted hands I can do that myself," Rick growled,
"swallow my shaft fag!"  With that Tommy took his dick into his mouth and
caressed Rick's shaft with his tongue.  After only a few seconds it
ballooned inside of his mouth.  Tommy started to suck gently.  "You gotta
be the worst faggot on the planet," Rick said, "Here let me help you."
Suddenly Rick seized Tommy's head and face fucked him hard.  Tommy gasped
for air as his throat gurgled sounds he had never heard it make before.
Rick pulled out a little and commanded, "Breathe bitch."  After only taking
a couple of breaths Rick plunged back in continue to fuck his skull.  This
process continued for what seemed like hours until Tommy felt Rick's body
trembled and then he exploded.  Ropes and ropes of Rick's thick load forced
down Tommy's throat and filled his mouth.  Cum dribble down his chin and he
felt Rick's massive member begin to soften inside of his mouth.  Rick
pulled out and commented, "I thought you fags were supposed to be good at
that.  I guess you're not good at anything."  Tommy surprised himself when
he responded, "I can do better."  He looked up at Rick with desperate eyes
waiting on his reply.  "You better," Rick warned, "Aren't you going to
thank my dick with a kiss?"  Tommy leaned in to kiss Rick's dick when his
powerful hand grabbed his head.  He pushed him down with enough might to
send him to the stall floor.  "Faggots don't kiss my body.  Faggots kiss my
boots."  Tommy did as instructed and kissed the top of both of Rick's dirty
cowboy boots.

Tommy returned back to his knees not knowing what would happen next.  Rick
just simply zipped up and as he left the stall he said, "Tomorrow I will
tell you about that essay you will write for me."  Rick paused for moment,
"I'm tired now that my balls are empty; you can clean my boots tomorrow."
"Yes sir," Tommy replied submissively.  Tommy was still on his knees as he
heard Rick's truck take off down the gravel road.  `My life is perfect
now,' he thought to himself as he began to stroke his own aching cock.