Date: Fri, 4 Aug 2017 04:17:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: jbcountry@yahoo.com
Subject: Living Under the Boot of Rick ? Country Boy Domination |Part XIII

Living Under the Boot of Rick – Country Boy Domination |Part XIII
Author: JB
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Part XIII

Tommy was scheduled off on Sunday.  He rarely was off on Sundays but it
couldn't have been more perfect.  He lacked the courage to face Rick,
Billy, Jack, Brandon, or really anyone from school.  By now he figured he a
spectacle for the entire school.  In fact, when Monday came he faked a
stomach virus to lay out of school.  He told his mother that he vomited at
the party and didn't want to be around his classmates.  It wasn't a lie.
He did hurl at the party and he didn't want to be around anyone at school.
He hoped that in time something new and exciting might redirect attention
away from his display of submission to the football players.

Tommy even went so far to text his boss for Monday off.

`Terry not feeling well can I take today off?'

`sure buddy, feel better soon!! :)'

`thanks for understanding'

`no worries, Rick can fill in, l8r'

Tommy broke out in a cold sweat.  He figured that Rick would see right
through his deception and now Rick would have to cover for him.  "Fuck,"
Tommy yelled to himself.  It was too late to text his boss back that he
miraculously felt better and not to disturb Rick.  He was sure that Terry
would suspect something was up if he did that.  As a result, Tommy's night
off was spent dwelling on all the possible consequences of his cowardly
actions.  He was sure there would be some.

At school on Tuesday Tommy entered the building with high anxiety.  Much to
his surprise the students did not break out into laughter or point at him
in sheer disgust.  Tommy started to relax as he entered his first class.
His guard was up; but he relaxed a bit.  The teacher wasn't in the room yet
but several of the student were.  Tommy sat at his usual desk in the middle
of the row closest to the window.  He often gazed outside wishing he was
somewhere else.  His anxiety rose again when Jason, the football team's
kicker, sat at the desk beside of him.  Jason was at the party and he
typically sat in the back of the class.  Tommy did not make eye contact.
He turned his head to the window in hopes that Jason would go away.  A thud
on his desk prompted him to turn his attention to Jason.  Much to Tommy's
horror a Georgia work boot was propped up on his desk.  The boot led to the
kicker with a devilish grin.

"See anything you like BL?" Jason asked sarcastically waving his boot.

Tommy didn't respond.  He didn't know what to say.  He could smell the worn
leather from the jock's boot.

"That doesn't bother you does it BL?" Jason added.  "I just had them
cleaned this past weekend!"

This was not news to Tommy.  He remembered the boots well.  Jason spent
several minutes in Billy's chair.  Jason had informed him that his right
boot - his kicking boot - required the most attention.  Tommy had full
memory of that `kicking boot,' now propped on his desk, resting
lackadaisically on his face as his licked the side until the leather was
dark from his salvia.  Tommy recalled how when Jason finally got up he was
rewarded with a warm loogie planted on his face.

"Well?" Jason prodded expecting a response.

By now a few other students were watching the display.  Tommy was about to
get up and leave when the teacher breached the doorway.

"Saved by the bell," Jason said very matter-of-factly but as he picked his
boot up he tapped the heel several times on the desk.  A few pieces of dirt
fell from his boot treads and landed on the desk by the purposeful action.

Jason got up and leaned in close to whisper, "A little present for you to
snack on."  Then Jason finally returned to his seat in the back of the
class.  Tommy looked down at the dirt left on his desk.  By now the class
was paying attention to the teacher who was getting settled at her desk.
Tommy heard Jason clear his throat from behind him.  Instinctively he
looked back to see Jason pointing at his desk with a simple expectation in
mind.  Tommy gathered up the pieces of dirt and; what didn't crumble into
fine dust, he put in his pocket seemingly saving for a snack.  Afterwards
Tommy glanced back to see a sheepishly wide grin on Jason's face.

`Another satisfied alpha,' Tommy thought to himself; `If only Rick was so
easy to please.'

Fortunately for Tommy no other incidents like that happened.  He was
feeling good about the day until he received a text from Rick which read,
`we will talk about ur slacking – strike 2.'  Tommy understood well that
Rick was referring to his absence from work.  He didn't know what strike
one was but know it was strike two!  Whatever the `talk' entailed, he hoped
it consisted of Rick's hot cock in his mouth.

Tommy's palms were sweating as he traveled down the barn road.  He couldn't
help but glance at the field where he served the jocks during the party.
The memory of an endless supply of cleats and boots resting on his open
mouth for service rushed back into his mind.  His hand was still a little
swollen from being stomped by Rick for not drinking his piss.  The warm
sensation of Rick's alpha piss dancing off his face was concluded by the
harsh reality of Rick chastising him for his misdeed.  Now he feared he
would face him for yet another breech in subordinate etiquette: Rick having
to take care of the barn in his absence.  But when Tommy entered the barn
parking lot it was empty.  The stalls were much dirtier than normal.
Evidentially Rick left the grunt work for Tommy and only took care of the
bare minimal.  This did not bother Tommy.  His alpha master shouldn't have
to lower himself to such tasks.

The following day was another warm day for the late fall.  School was
surprisingly uneventful.  Jason didn't even acknowledge Tommy's existence.
After school Tommy arrived at work to another empty parking lot at the
stable.  There were no texts from Rick or threats from Jack.  Tommy was
conflicted as to whether or not he was glad or upset.  He really wanted to
see Rick, apologize for his indiscretion, and accept whatever consequences
that might have.

Halfway through Tommy's second stall he heard an engine coming up the road.
It didn't come to the barn though.  As he cleaned he could hear the whine
of it tearing through the open pasture.  He had not heard it before; it
sounded like a pissed-off weed eater.  Tommy was nearly finished with his
stall work when he heard the strange motor finally come close to the barn.
Due to the nice day the barn doors were open so Tommy stepped out into the
hallway to see what was coming.  It was dusk but soon a dirt bike came into
view and headed into the barn.  The rider had an off-road helmet on with
goggles.  He wore racing gear including giant mx boots.  The boots and
slick pants were coated in dust and speckled with chunks of wet mud.

Tommy's heart sank because he knew Billy had a dirt bike and the mean
little shit was sure to abuse him.  The engine stopped and Billy's giant
left mx boot crashed to the ground creating a puff of dust that stuck to
the wet globs of mud already adhered to the boot.  He pulled of his helmet
and looked at Tommy with devilish eyes.  Billy's hair was messy and wet
from sweat.  He was breathing harder than normal but wasted no time.

"It's your lucky day bootlicker," he said dismounting his dirt bike and
leaned the dirt bike against the stall wall.

Billy said nothing more.  He left Billy in the hallway and made his way to
the stable office where a refrigerator of drinks were well stocked.  Billy
soon immerged from the office and glanced back at the tile floor.  Boot
tracks traced his every step.

"When you're done you'll need to clean those up," Billy commanded.  He
sucked down an entire bottle of water and tossed the empty bottle on the
ground.  "Ain't got all night; time to clean some boots boy."

`Boy?' Tommy thought, `What the fuck.'  But Rick's warning of obeying Billy
echoed in his mind.  The last time he disobeyed Billy it ended in a very
painful encounter.  Rick was already pissed with him so Tommy had no desire
to agitate him further.  As a result, Tommy slowly followed his tormentor
to the wash area.  By the time Tommy made it Billy was seated in a metal
folding chair.  His left boot was resting on a five gallon bucket turned
upside down and his right leg was stretched out beside the bucket.

Billy relaxed his body and locked his fingers behind his head and
commanded, "Get to it!"

Tommy sighed as his knees hit the cold concrete ground of the wash area.
He started on the sole of the propped up boot and was surprised to discover
the mx boot bottom was slick with no cleats or tread.  His tongue bulldozed
through the filthy bottom.  About half of the debris fell to the floor but
a large amount rested on his tongue from the very first swipe.  Tommy
swallowed hard.  He thought the clump would lodge in his throat but it
slowly made its way down.  It was disgusting.

"Lovin that aren't you boot licker.  My Tech Tens are a buffet for you!"
Billy said watching Tommy's every move.

Tommy didn't know what the hell a `Tech Ten' was but he assumed it was the
brand of boot he polishing with his tongue.  Swipe after swipe offered more
dirt than he ever ate; more than all the boots and cleats at the party
combined.  Tommy wasn't sure he could stomach it all.  The tops were even
worse.  Huge chunks of mud were lodged beside several large buckles.  The
boots were sturdy plastic, heavy fabric, and molded in different textures.
Some areas were covered in tiny studs that hurt as he licked them clean.
The clump of mud on the lowest buckle near the boot toe seemed glued down.
It took several minutes and Tommy using his teeth to manage the process.
Billy didn't move.  He enjoyed Tommy's boot service.  Tommy knew that to be
true as Billy looked down on him smiling while he struggled with the
complicated boot.  The process was an evening highlight for Billy.

"Take your time bootlicker," Billy eventually said, "Dad and mom are in
town and I have hours until I have to be at home."

`Mother-fuck,' Tommy thought, Billy's normal rush to be home on a school
night was nearly always Tommy's saving grace.  As Tommy worked to the inner
side of the boot Billy spread his legs to allow access.  As Tommy
concentrated on his task he was startled by the thud of a heavy boot now
resting on his right shoulder.  Tommy's neck strained to lick deep into the
boot's crevices and remain steady as a footstool for the other mx boot.
Tommy felt the slimy boot soil his hoodie as it rested on the fabric.  He
began to feel the pressure of more tiny studs on the heel of boot dig into
his shoulder.  It was a nasty, uncomfortable experience.  As if he wasn't
degraded enough, when Tommy straightened his neck to fight a cramp, the
boot resting on his shoulder bounced off his ear in a purposeful flick of
Billy's foot.  Tommy's ear rang and a new pain sliced through his body from
Billy's little kick of attention.

"Show a little respect," Billy said, "kiss my boot."

Tommy kissed the side of the mx boot propped on the bucket.

"Now the other one's jealous," Billy taunted, "Give it a kiss too."

Tommy felt as Billy increased pressure on his shoulder.  Billy's new
entertainment would be to watch him kiss his boot as it rested on his
shoulder.  Tommy turned his head toward the boot.  His face wiped down the
dirty boot side so that his lips could land the commanded kiss.  When Tommy
straightened his head back he felt the weight of Billy's left boot land on
his right shoulder.  Tommy's knees ached from the extended pressure of
kneeling before Billy and now he had a heavy mx boot resting on either
shoulder.  Tommy instinctively looked up at Billy who was clearly enjoying
himself.

"Now that's where you belong," Billy declared in an alpha tone.  Billy left
both boots propped up for a solid minute and the pulled them both off;
resting one back on the bucket and the other on the ground in front of
Tommy.  "Back to work bitch."

Tommy had taken about all he could from Billy.  Despite it all, he began to
muster the courage to stop – stop serving Rick's little shitty brother.
He was about to stand and walk when the sound of a familiar truck pulled
into the parking lot.  Tommy didn't have to look.  He knew the sound of
Rick's truck.  Billy had to be sure; given the situation, and stood up to
inspect who was there.  When Rick entered the hallway Billy returned to his
seat and stuck a mx boot back in Tommy's face.

"Back to work," he growled, "lick that fuckin' boot clean bitch!"

Tommy's heart pounded.  Just what if his dumbass started to walk away,
totally disrespecting Billy as Rick arrived.  Tommy was so thankful that he
hadn't and began to scrape the mud off another set of heavy duty buckles.
Soon he heard a familiar voice say, "Damn it Billy; you know you're not
supposed to ride in the barn."

Soon Rick was standing over Tommy when Billy replied, "I just rode in for
boot service."

"I see that."

A moment of uncomfortable silence passed.  Tommy felt the presence of both
alphas examining him as he worked on a mud coated boot buckle.

Rick continued, "Well, go put your dirt bike up.  I need to have a talk
with your bootlicker."

"My boots are hardly clean yet," Billy argued.

"Now," Rick commanded.

Another uncomfortable silence occurred then the mx boot suddenly pulled
away from Tommy's mouth.  Tommy sat back on his folded legs as Billy stood
up.

"Okay," Billy replied.  He no longer sounded like an alpha male but more a
bratty brother who knew better then to argue with his older, even more
alpha brother.  Tommy watched as Billy headed back to his dirt bike.

"Hey Billy," Rick said in a much less harsher tone.

"Yeah?"

Tommy was still on his knees.  His attention veered from Billy to Rick's
extremely hot cowboy ass only a few feet from his face.  Tommy was staring
at the Skoal ring when Rick answered Billy.

"Don't worry little brother," Rick replied, "He can finish the job
tomorrow."

Tommy's attention broke from Rick's ass.  The thoughts of serving Billy's
mx boots again was terrifying.

"Yeah okay," Billy said, "I will ride again tomorrow; bootlicker can start
all over!"

"That's my bro," Rick said proudly as if Tommy wasn't knelt down right
beside of him.

Tommy watched with dread as Billy mounted his dirt bike.  The right heavy
boot maneuvered out the kick starter and forced it down.  The dirt bike
roared as Billy turned it around and rode out.

Rick turned his attention to Tommy who remained knelt down on the ground
and said, "Now as for your fucker; take your clothes off."

Rick's command was unexpected and made Tommy nervous.  He had only been
naked in front Rick once before; and that was in the cover of darkness.  In
addition to that, it was now dark outside and the temperature was dropping
fast.

The snap of Rick's fingers trumped any and all reservations Tommy had.  He
quickly started undressing.  Tommy remembered that the command to be naked
meant total nudity.  The cold air and Tommy's nerves did not make an
impressive showing of his average size penis.  In fact, his little head
barely breached his pubes.  But never-the-less as commanded, Tommy stood
naked in front of Rick grasping his arms around himself to preserve body
heat.

Rick looked Tommy up and down and said, "That is the smallest dick I've
ever seen!"  He pointed and laughed.  "What a nice clit you have!  No
wonder you're a faggot."

Tommy did not say anything.  He just looked at the ground where his soft
feet stood on the dirty barn floor.

"Alright then Tiny," Rick jabbed, "follow me."

 Tommy gingerly followed Rick.  His soft feet were unaccustomed to the hard
ground.  Rick led him to one of the two stalls Tommy had not cleaned yet.
Rick examined both.  Picking out the dirtiest stall, he stood by its open
door and motioned Tommy in.

"In," Rick commanded pointing the way.

Tommy had expected Rick to follow him in.  He was surprised to hear the
door slam shut and lock.

Rick grasped the bars of the stall wall and leaned close saying, "When you
slack, the horses have to live in dirty stalls.  So you'll spend some time
in here since you think it is okay not to do your job!"  Rick turned away
and warned, "And don't even think about escaping."

Tommy blurted out, "Please no, I'm sorry!"

Rick did not respond.  He left the barn killing the lights on his way out.
Tommy listened as Rick's truck started and roared down the road.  Tommy
tried not to panic.  He was now alone and naked; locked in a dark stall.
Shit!  It wasn't freezing outside but Tommy was getting cold.

`Why do I allow this to continue?' Tommy asked himself.  It was a dangerous
question.  What he had with Rick wasn't much, and it came with a lot, and I
mean a lot of bullshit; but it was also all Tommy had.  He was so sick and
tired of being alone.  And, even though he was alone in unpleasant
circumstances now, he had his dream realized.  A jock god like Rick to
serve; what sub could ask for more?  How could he not allow this to
continue?  Tommy was smart enough to know what gets into the most trouble.
And that's when he is not living into his destiny submitting himself to the
alpha male; especially Rick.

"I deserve this," Tommy admitted to himself.  Rick doesn't need to worry
about barn work.  That is what he is for.  Rick's little brother doesn't
need mud on his mx boots when he could clean them for him.  Tommy began to
worry that if he fails to appreciate what he has; Rick will lose interest.
Just look at the group of people he served at the party and, besides an
isolated incident with Jason, none of them care enough to give him the time
of day.  Tommy's time in isolation did him well.  He was lucky to be put in
Rick's barn and not turned loose to the world; alone and useless.

To make the best of his well-deserved punishment, Tommy sat down and drew
his knees to his chest.  He tried to stay warm; even though he didn't
deserve it.  He sat in the dark berating himself for a long time.  Tommy
wondered if Rick would leave him there for the night.  Tommy didn't believe
he would for it would be a strange beginning to whoever feeds in the
morning.

To Tommy's delight he finally heard Rick's truck return.  He remained in
his current position.  He was trying not to shiver.  His eyes were caught
off guard by the bright stable lights beaming back to life.  Soon after
Rick returned to the stall sipping on a drink from Burger King.  Tommy
figured Rick caught a late supper while he learned a lesson.

"How do you like it Tiny," Rick said (still hung up on Tommy's little
penis,) "Is it fun living in a dirty stall."

"No sir," Tommy replied, "Your horses deserve better than this.  I am so
sorry sir, please forgive me."

Rick nodded his head and opened the door.  Rick looked hot as hell.  His
tight jeans clung to muscular legs held up by a thick leather belt with a
rodeo buckle.  An Under Armor camo jacket kept his jock god warm and his
attire was completed by those amazing boots.  Rick had several pair but
Tommy figured those cowboy work boots were Rick's favorite.  He wore them
more than any.  They lived a hard life of abuse at the will of the jock's
powerful feet.  Rick stood at the stall entrance; taking another sip from
his drink looking down on one of his most pitiful possessions.

Tommy couldn't take it anymore.  He crawled over, head down to his gracious
master.  Tommy's nose brushed the soiled sawdust as he approached Rick's
boots.  Without being asked he kissed each boot offering an apology for his
failures.  Kissing each boot once didn't feel sufficient so he repeated the
process over and over making sure to apologize after each kiss.

Tommy leaned down to kiss the left boot for the umpteenth time when it
disappeared.  He looked up and Rick was behind him.  His ears delighted to
the sound of Rick's belt buckle jingling and a zipper being opened.  A
massive grip secured around Tommy's bent over stomach and he was lifted up.
Tommy stabilized himself with both hands on the ground.  He realized that
Rick would never have to worry about being called `Tiny' when his grand
cock plowed into his hole.  It was agonizing bliss.  Rick fucked his hole
hard.  The only sounds from Rick was a stray moan and the jingling of his
loose belt and belt buckle.  The sounds from Tommy were much louder.
Screams of pain filled the air as Tommy's hole was pried open by Rick's
invading cock.  Relentless thrust after thrust cause tears of pure bliss to
fall from Tommy's face.  He had never felt so filled up before.  Rick's
cock must have grown or Rick had never fuck him with such vigor before.
Tommy could have gone on in this glorious pain all night but soon Rick's
arms tightened and pulled Tommy even closer into his crotch.  Tommy was
soon filled by Rick's seed.  After the thrusts slowed and multiple ropes of
cum were unleashed inside of Tommy's ass, Rick dropped him to the ground.
Tommy took only a moment to recover and looked up to see his ass's intruder
pointing at his face.

"Clean it," Rick ordered.

Tommy didn't need the instruction for he was already leaning forward to
suck it clean.  Tommy sucked so hard Rick's cock began to grow again in his
warm mouth.  But Rick was done.  Tommy felt a hand seize a wad of his hair
which pulled him off of the cock he so longed for.  Tommy looked up at Rick
submissively on his knees.  He didn't have to say sorry for his apologetic
eyes did all the talking.  Rick's hand drew close to his face and smacked
it three or four times.  Tommy didn't even flinch.  As Rick was putting
himself back together Tommy contemplated on the contact to his face.  It
wasn't a pat, but it also wasn't painful slaps.  He couldn't be sure but he
suspected it might, just might be some expression of affection.  Tommy did
not move as Rick picked up his drink and left.

It was a weird night for Tommy.  The events of the evening ran through his
mind as he got dressed and finished his work.  He was still contemplating
as he picked up Billy's water bottle and happily mopped up the mx boot
prints off the office floor.