Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2017 17:04:49 +0000 (UTC) From: jbcountry@yahoo.com Subject: Living Under the Boot of Rick ? Country Boy Domination |Part XVI Living Under the Boot of Rick – Country Boy Domination |Part XVI Author: JB jbcountry@yahoo.com [Please feel free to email comments.] **We all enjoy the freedom to indulge our fantasies due to the efforts and expense of Nifty.org. I encourage you to donate to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so that they may continue the cause** Part XVI "Are you alright?" Tommy looked up to see a student whom he did not recognize. She looked like she was genuinely concerned for him. She was stopped in her car with her window rolled down. Tommy noticed more cars pouring into the parking lot. He had no idea what time it was. "Do you need help?" She asked. "Leave me alone!" Tommy grunted in a hateful tone. "Dick!" was her only reply as she drove away in haste. Tommy got up and touched his eye. It was tender and continued to swell. He brushed his jeans off and looked down at his black t-shirt. A perfect boot print stretched across his chest. Tommy tried to brush it off but the dust from Rick's boot smeared onto his shirt. He kept brushing it off at least until it no longer resembled a boot. He grabbed his backpack and headed for class. Walking through the school Tommy couldn't help but notice the stares. He couldn't help but chuckle for no one ever noticed him until his eye was swollen. At his first period class Tommy sat in his usual seat. He dreaded seeing Jason. Jason, like Jack, was a true school bully who enjoyed exerting his dominance over Tommy. The class was half full when Jason came through the door. Tommy pretended to read his text book. He hoped that Jason would just walk past him for a change. No such luck. The teacher was not in the room yet, in fact she was typically one of the last people to arrive to class. Tommy's noticed Jason walking down his row and stop at his desk again. "Holy fuck," Jason said rather loudly, "who gave you the shiner?" "It doesn't matter," Tommy said softly and ashamed. "What matters is I asked you a question," Jason snapped, "and unless you want a matching pair you better answer bootlicker." "Rick," Tommy replied softly, "It was Rick." "That's awesome!" Jason replied with a sadistic smile, "Better do as your told boy!" With a grin Jason walked away after issuing his word of caution. Tommy wondered if Jason knew what had happened. At lunch Tommy couldn't help but feeling a little betrayed watching Ben interact at the jock's table. He also couldn't help but notice that Jack was unusually quiet. He did not sit next to Rick as he normally would. He also noticed Jack's cold stare in his direction several times. Jack had pulled a chair close and rested his left boot on it. Tommy assumed it was some sort of message for him. During his last class Tommy received a text from Rick which read, `barn 8.' Tommy was about to reply when he got another text from a number he was unfamiliar with. It read, `will you be at the barn tonight?' `Geez,' Tommy thought to himself, `it will be a busy night at the barn!' After class Tommy went to his locker and unloaded some books. He grabbed his jacket and closed the locker door to discover Jack standing there. Tommy's instincts were to run but to where and how long? He decided that running was no longer an option. Tommy was scared but he also knew he would have to face Jack at some point. He lowered his head and slowly backed away for Jack was in his face. Tommy said nothing. He expected some sort of command or assault. Tommy's body tensed up when he felt Jack clutch his chin and force his head up. Tommy cringed in fear of a thrown punch but Jack turned his head right and held it there. "Huh," Jack murmured as he released Tommy's face. "How'd you get the black eye?" Jack asked. Tommy looked back down and softly answered, "Rick." Tommy suspected that Jack already knew the answer. Tommy figured Jack wanted to hear him admit it. Tommy's heart began to beat fast; he could feel it throb in his sore eye which had continued to darken and swell throughout the day. "Okay then," Jack said, "but if you ever, and mean ever disrespect me again in the slightest I will beat you into a fucking pulp; got it!" "Yes sir," Tommy said, "I understand." Jack's body swelled in anger. Tommy could feel hate radiate from his body. Jack jumped at him but did not make contact. Tommy flinched and coward down. Then Jack punched his locker leaving a dent in the wake of his clinched fist. Tommy looked at Jack wide eyed; not know what to expect next. But, much to Tommy's surprise, Jack sneered and walked away. "Sweet Jesus," Tommy heard a voice say next to him. It was Bobby; a student who Tommy did not know very well; even though they shared a couple of classes. Bobby was outspoken within the school's nerd population. His locker was near Tommy's. "You sure manage to piss him off." "Yeah," Tommy admitted. "Not a good idea," Bobby warned, "and Rick did that to you? Are you trying to make enemies of the entire football team?" "No," Tommy said wanting to end the unwanted conversation. "Well whatever you do I'd steer clear of Jack. I don't think he like you." `What a genius,' Tommy thought and then said, "That's the plan." "It's a good plan." Bobby informed. "Last year when Jack was a junior, a senior football player challenged him in a stupid argument of who the better running back was." "Oh yeah," Tommy said in a dismissing tone. "Yeah," Bobby affirmed, "And the result nearly got Jack an assault charge. He ruthlessly beat that guy bloody." "Really?" Tommy asked intrigued. "Hell yeah," Bobby said, "I was there. Even when the guy was down Jack kept landing blow after blow. He was kicking him in the ribs when a coach finally broke it up. That guy has anger issues." "What happened to Jack?" Tommy asked. "He became the starting back," Bobby said with a chuckle, "It's fucked up." Bobby closed his locker door and examined Tommy's new dent in his locker, "You don't want that to happen to you!" Then Bobby walked off. "Hey," Tommy stopped him, "Do you remember if Rick was there?" "As a matter-of-fact he was," Bobby answered, "I only remember because a couple of the seniors were holding him back saying the two needed to `sort it out.' Like I said, it was fucked up!" "Thanks for the warning," Tommy said. When Bobby left Tommy touched his black eye. The strange encounter with Jack made Tommy think. In some twisted way was Rick really saving him with black eye? Jack apparently needed to see firsthand evidence of his consequence. Jack had always been aggressive towards Tommy; but he became savage after the `spitting' incident. Tommy realized it was a damn good thing he could escape Jack's rage at the time. Tommy's phone buzzed again. It was another text from the strange number, `well???' Tommy responded, `who is this?' `Brandon.' Tommy's palms got sweaty. He suspected Brandon got his cell number from Billy. `Yes,' Tommy answered. `Come to the big grey house across from billys my knob needs attention,' Brandon replied. `That ballsy fuck,' Tommy thought to himself, `Am I making house calls now?' `Not a good idea,' Tommy texted back to Brandon. `Not a good idea not to come bootlicker,' Brandon replied. `told rents you help me in math,' Brandon informed. Before Tommy could text back Brandon sent a finally warning, `be here at 7 or it will be hell.' `Ok,' was all that Tommy could respond with. He didn't like the idea of serving Brandon but he was also intrigued by his cock. It was the biggest he'd ever seen in real life. The giant cock choked him at his last encounter with it. Tommy hoped that Brandon would be more controlled this evening. Tommy was nervous when he pulled into the driveway of the big grey house. The neighboring houses were much smaller and one of them was a doublewide. Rural living and no zoning made for interesting subdivisions. Brandon's house was not as stately as Rick and Billy's, but Tommy assumed they had money for it was large and well groomed. Tommy was nervous when he rang the doorbell. He wasn't sure how all this would play out. A well-dressed woman answered the door. "You must be Tommy," she said politely. "Yes mam," Tommy replied. "It's so nice of you to tutor Brandon in math. I didn't know he was having trouble with algebra," she said. "Mom, is that Tommy?" Brandon yelled from a room upstairs. "Yes B," she replied, "I'm headed out for book club; there's some snacks in the kitchen," she answered in a loud, but graceful way. She turned her attention back to Tommy and said, "Make him mind you now." "Yes mam," Tommy said trying not to smile at the irony of the statement. "I'm upstairs Boo-Tommy," Brandon yelled. Tommy was relieved that Brandon caught himself and did not call him `bootlicker' in front of his mother! Brandon's mom made an inquisitive face but exited the house. Tommy made his way upstairs in the direction Brandon had been yelling. Tommy found Brandon's room and stood in the doorway for instruction. Brandon sat in an office chair at a desk with a laptop. Several coke cans and food wrappers were scattered on the desk. The large bed was unmade and clothes littered the floor. A shelf boasted several trophies and a large flat screen TV was mounted on the wall across from the bed. Tommy could tell that Brandon did not live a hard a life. Brandon spun around in his chair and leaned back with his arms crossed. His long legs were spread and led to an old pair of Adidas Commanders. Brandon was dressed in loose fitting basketball shorts and a tank top. "There's my little bootlicker," Brandon said in a cocky tone. "Sir, is anyone here sir?" "Nope," Brandon said smiling, "its book club night and dad is off on business again which means he's probably fucking his secretary right now!" "Oh," Tommy said. "Well get in here," Brandon commanded. He sounded much more confident than last time. Tommy walked in slowly stepping around the clothes. He made his way in front of Brandon who remained seated. "On your knees," Brandon said with pure confidence. Tommy fell to his knees and awaited further instructions. Tommy noticed an odor from Brandon which he hadn't before. "I've been playing basketball after school," Brandon informed, "I smell great don't I?" "Yes sir," Tommy lied. "Brandon lifted his right leg and tapped Tommy on his left side and said, "Kiss `em" Once Brandon put his foot back on the floor Tommy kissed both of his Adidas. Their foul odor caught Tommy by surprise. "My feet hurt," Brandon said, "athletes need to be tended to. Start `tending' and rub my feet." Tommy hesitated. He was not excited about removing the large, smelly Adidas from Brandon's ripe feet. When he did the stench was greater than he expected. Tommy picked up Brandon's right foot. Brandon was relaxed which made his leg very heavy. He held his foot with both hands. Brandon's heel rested on his thigh. Tommy had not massaged a foot before but started to work the soles with his thumbs. "That feels amazing," Brandon said leaning his head back with his giant hands locked behind it. Tommy continued working the foot for several minutes experimenting with different patterns of massage on the large socked foot. Brandon's socks were damp from sweat and the smell was nauseating. "Smell bad?" Brandon questioned. Tommy shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't sure how to answer the question; honestly or with a respectful no. Brandon pulled his foot from Tommy's hand and stuck it to his face. His middle two toes nearly protruded Tommy's nostrils. "Take a big whiff," he commanded. Tommy, trying not to gag, sniffed the jock's foot. "Come on bootlicker," Brandon insisted, "take a deep breath." Tommy complied and took in a deep breath of Brandon's foot odor. He had to muffle a cough from the experience. The stench was horribly intoxicating. Tommy thought he may get light headed with much more. Brandon laughed and put his foot down replacing it with his left foot. "Again," he commanded. Tommy did so without coughing this time. He was a little more prepared but it was still nasty. Brandon placed the foot back into Tommy's hand for more massage treatment. After a minute of massaging Brandon's foot Tommy heard a swift sound of air come from Brandon's ass. "You're gonna enjoy that bootlicker," Brandon said with a chuckle. "Oh shit that's bad!" Brandon said rubbing his nose. It was bad. The powerful fart nearly made Tommy's eyes water. Tommy's erotic evening was starting out as anything but. However as Tommy was winding down his foot massage he noticed Brandon rubbing his crotch. Brandon pulled his foot away and stood up. Tommy started to straighten himself up on his knees but Brandon pushed him back down with his left hand and pulled his cock out with his right. Brandon's nuts hung low and dangled in front of Tommy's eyes. His cock was resting on top of Tommy's head. "You make a great cock stool," Brandon joked. Brandon began to move his dick around on Tommy's head rubbing it in his hair. Brandon's nuts would hit Tommy's forehead in the process. Tommy could feel the cock harden on top of his head. "This feels awesome," Brandon said in pure bliss. Soon he pulled his fully erect cock from Tommy's head and lowered it to Tommy's eager mouth. "Suck it good." Brandon took his hand and stoked the shaft while working the head of Brandon's cock in his mouth. After a minute he felt Brandon's hands on his shoulder pushing Tommy off his cock. "Um," Brandon said, "I can jack myself off better than you can bootlicker." Tommy took his hand off the massive cock and began working nearly half of Brandon's shaft in his mouth. He could feel the throbbing penis pulsate in his mouth. Tommy suspected that Brandon's testosterone levels were through the roof! "Eat my whole cock fucker," Brandon said impatiently. Brandon was much more confident than before. Tommy could tell that he was not meeting his young master's expectations. In a desperate attempt to swallow the whole shaft Tommy must have accidentally scraped it with his teeth. Brandon seized Tommy by his hair and pulled his cock from his mouth saying, "watch your fucking teeth bootlicker!" Brandon looked around and picked up one of his worn Adidas sneakers. His Commanders were a basketball sneaker. The size 13 sneaker was huge when held close to Tommy's face. "I need to train you," Brandon commanded, "open wide!" Tommy reluctantly opened his mouth. Brandon placed the toe of the sneaker into his mouth and shoved it in. Brandon palmed the back of Tommy's head while he worked the foul sneaker in and out of his mouth; shoving it further and further with each stroke. Tommy whimpered in pain. He felt the sides of his mouth tearing as he gagged on the young jock's sneaker. When Brandon was satisfied he removed the sneaker and asked, "are you good or do you need more training?' "I'm good sir," Tommy begged, "I'll do better." "You better," Brandon warned. Then the young stud pushed Tommy to floor. Tommy was on his back now and Brandon straddled his chest saying, "open wide." Tommy braced himself and opened his mouth as instructed. In an instant the giant cock was forced down his throat. Brandon laid flat on top of Tommy when he began to fuck his face hard. Tommy desperately tried to open his throat to permit the invading cock. Brandon face fucking tempo increased. Tommy's throat made frightening gagging sounds and his face turned bright red. Tommy could not breathe so he pushed on Brandon's heavy hips seeking relief. Brandon laughed and started to thrust even harder. Tommy hoped that Brandon was close to orgasm. He did not know how much more his body could take. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck," Brandon moaned as he exploded seed down Tommy's raped throat. But after the first rope jetted down Tommy's throat, Brandon bowed his lean body pulling his cock out of Tommy's raped throat. With his left arm supporting his weight Brandon use his right hand to stroke his throbbing cock; aiming it at Tommy's bright red face. Tommy quickly shut his eyes but felt each additional spurt of cum blast against his face. When Brandon finished he was straddling Tommy on his knees near Tommy's crotch. Tommy felt his tiny own tiny dick throbbing. Brandon grabbed Tommy's shirt; wiping his cock clean. Then he stood up and put his foot on Tommy's chest looking down on his cumdump. Tommy looked up at Brandon who was smirking down at him; admiring his work. Tommy's face was plastered in Brandon's seed. He didn't know someone could cum that much. "I've been saving that load for you," Brandon said with a smirk. He pulled his phone from his shorts and captured his work with a pic. Tommy watched as Brandon worked his phone. He wondered what Brandon was doing with the pic. Brandon's foot was still planted firmly on his chest. Tommy instinctively went to wipe the cum off his face; but Brandon would not have it. "Don't even fucking think about that," Brandon warned kicking Tommy's hand away. Tommy laid his hand back down awaiting orders. Brandon put his phone back in his pocket and instructed, "Here's what you gonna do. I gotta finish my homework and you're gonna clean my room wearing my giz!" "Yes sir," Tommy said. "You look so pretty with it!" Brandon said laughing. Tommy felt ridiculous. Some of the cum was handing off his chin like thick drool. He could feel it sway as he dusted basketball trophies, made Brandon's bed, and gathered dirty laundry. Brandon's homework was evidently playing games on his phone. Brandon didn't even look up except to warn Tommy of harsh consequences if his trophies weren't polished to perfect. Tommy realized that time was slipping away when his phone buzzed with a text. It was from Rick, `where the hell r u?????' Then another, `get here now.' Tommy quickly brought the laundry to a nearby hamper. He was nervous that Brandon's mother would return and Rick was waiting on him. He hurried back to Brandon's room. "I gotta go." "Okay," Brandon said without looking up, "I'll text you when I need you again; probably tomorrow." "Yes sir," Tommy instinctively said and he hurried out of the house. When Tommy got in his car he got another text from Rick, `im getting pissed.' `On my way,' Tommy replied. Tommy found a napkin in his car and quickly wiped away the dried cum from his face before driving to the barn. Pulling into the barn parking lot he saw Rick. He was leaning against his truck with his arms crossed. Tommy thought he looked sexy as hell. Naturally he was in jeans and boots but he was wearing his varsity jacket. Even though his eye was still sore from Rick's fist, he was elated to see him; and felt very fortunate to serve such a jock god as Rick. Tommy pulled near Rick. Exiting his car, he dropped to Rick's boots kissing each and apologized profusely for his tardiness. "Whatever, we need to talk," Rick said, "Let's go into the barn. It's getting cold out here." The wind was blowing a cool breeze creating a chilly night. Inside the barn Rick pulled the barn doors shut. He turned to Tommy and said, "About this morning..." Then he stopped. "Sir?" Tommy inquired as he noticed a puzzled look on Rick's face. "Is that dried cum on your face?" Rick asked sternly. Tommy froze. How could he be so careless. "What?" he replied in a cracked, unconvincing tone. "Is that dried cum on your faggoty face?" Rick repeated in a slow, direct, and forceful tone. "I'm sorry," Tommy said wiping his face with his hands. "Here let me help," Rick growled and with an open hand he bitch-slapped Tommy hard across his face. Tommy staggered. After regaining his footing, Tommy placed a hand on his burning cheek. Tears rolled for so many reasons. "All that bullshit about you wanting to serve only me," Rick snapped, "and I've been waiting while you sucked off another dude!" "I'm sorry sir," Tommy said sobbing. "You're nothing but a little whore," Rick said. "No," Tommy insisted but Rick cut him off. "So that's exactly how I will treat you," Rick said cruelly. Before Tommy could reply Rick grabbed him by his shirt and drug him to the feed room where bags of grain were stacked. "Please, I'm sorry," Tommy pleaded. Rick ignored Tommy and manhandled him like a rouge calf unbuckling his belt and pulling it free from his jeans with a swift yank. Rick forced his pants down to his knees. As he ripped Tommy's boxers down Tommy yelped in pain but Rick was much too powerful to fight; he could only endure. In a flash Tommy was bent over the bags of stack grain. With his left arm Rick pinned Tommy down and with his right, belt in hand, he beat Tommy's bare ass hard. Tommy screamed in pain but Rick offered no mercy. With each blow Tommy cried out; he felt as though he could endure no more. When the beating finally stopped Tommy started to raise up but Rick pushed him back down viciously. "Stay down," Rick ordered in a stern tone which Tommy had not heard before. Then he heard and felt Rick spit on his back. Tommy nervously listened as Rick loosened his belt and, without any lube, not even spit, Rick plowed into his aching ass. Tommy's screams once more went unanswered as Rick fucked him hard. Emotions, pain, and fear made it all a blur for Tommy. Tommy had no idea how much time had passed when Rick exploded inside his ripped hole. Then in another swift motion Rick pulled him off the grain and Tommy fell to the floor at Rick's feet. Tommy whimpered as he heard Rick buckling his belt. Worry filled Tommy's head and he wished to lessen Rick's anger with him. Rick's left boot was a couple of feet from his `whore mouth' so Tommy shifted towards it to offer a kiss of apology. But before he could plant his lips on the worn-out work boot, Rick pulled it from his mouth and spit on Tommy once more. "You're not good enough to kiss my boots bitch," Rick snarled and then he left. Tommy remained on the floor whimpering in agony. It was the worst night of his life.