Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2017 19:05:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: jbcountry@yahoo.com
Subject: Living Under the Boot of Rick ? Country Boy Domination |Part 18

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

Tommy was worried.  What else is new?  Rick didn't acknowledge him on
Wednesday.  Tommy had high hopes that there would be some sort of contact;
but none came; not at school, or later at the barn.  In fact, the only
company Tommy had at the barn was the degrading reminder of Billy's MX
boots.  They remained perfectly tongue polished; neatly placed at the
office door.  Tommy had spent hours working his tongue deep within each
crevice to ensure they would pass inspection.  His tongue was still sore.

Tommy's phone buzzed.  He quickly checked it but then sighed in
frustration.  It was Brandon again.  Where Tommy had not heard from Rick;
he did, however, hear from Brandon.  Several times Brandon had sent a text
requesting his services.  Or as Brandon stated, "I need my pipe sucked."
Tommy opened the latest text message.  It read, `backed up cocksucker need
ur fucking mouth!!!!!!!'

Like the other text messages, Tommy ignored it without responding.  He
hoped that Brandon would just get back to browsing porn and jack off like
most eighth graders.  Tommy hung around the barn a little longer and then
headed home.  He was disappointed.

Thursday was more of the same.  Tommy had gotten to school early in hopes
to catch Rick at his truck.  He decided to make himself available to serve
Rick and Jack if they met for breakfast in the parking lot in their usual
fashion.  Despite his fears of Jack; he wanted to serve.  But when Tommy
got to school, Rick's truck was already parked with no one around.
Discouraged, Tommy went on to his first class.

There were few classmates in the room when Tommy walked in.  A small group
of nerdy girls gathered around a phone intently; giggling at something on
the screen.  A few other classmates scattered in their regular seats.  But
in the back of Tommy's row, Jason and two of his jock friends were gathered
at his desk.  Tommy had seen the two taller guys around; but never had any
interaction with them.  They were tall and teammates of Jason on the
basketball team.

As Tommy approached his seat Jason yelled, "Hey dipshit," and motioned for
him with his index finger.

Tommy begrudgingly obeyed and nervously walked to the back of the row where
they were.  Jason was sprawled out in his seat and his friends were
standing close.  Jason was wearing his large, size 12 Air Jordan's and had
his left foot outstretched from his desk by his long legs.  It rested
ominously, flat on the floor with its laces dangling on either size of the
intimidating sneaker.

"My Nike is untied faggot," Jason suggested to Tommy when he got close.

Tommy looked down at the large, untied Nike.  He immediately became flushed
by the unexpected command.  Jason's friends said nothing.  They stood, arms
crossed, and watched him with a degrading expression.

Fearing a scene, Tommy quickly knelt and tied the sneaker.

"What a bitch," one of jocks commented.

As Tommy straightened up to leave Jason said, "Wait a minute there, fag,
get back down there."  He said with a sadistic smile.

Tommy knelt back down.  Jason took his heavy sneaker and wiped it several
times on Tommy's thighs.

"You guys have got to get you a little bitch like faggy here; they come in
handy!"

The two jocks snickered.

When Jason was satisfied his sneaker sole was clean, he ordered, "Get the
fuck out of here."  It wasn't the start of the day that Tommy had hoped
for.

As the day slowly ticked by, Tommy's mood continued to sour.  Tommy's mind
wondered back to Rick before he discovered Brandon's cum stuck to his face.
Rick seemed; well, almost gentle.  At least he was as friendly as Tommy had
ever seen Rick be.  `About this morning ...,' Rick's last, un-angry words
to Tommy haunted him.  What about the morning?  About this morning ... I
should have not hit you; I should have hit you harder; I was protecting you
from Jack's wrath; I realized I cared for you; just what about that morning
did Rick want to tell Tommy????

It was lunch time when Tommy's phone buzzed.  It was pic from Brandon.
Tommy dropped his milk onto the table.  Tommy was oblivious to it though.
All his attention was now focused on the most incriminating photo.  It was
Tommy on his back, a giant bare foot pinning him to the floor, and his
face.  Tommy was mortified.  His head looked like an eggplant.  It was
reddish purple with ropes of fresh cum dressing it like a dessert glaze.
It was cropped in such a way you could only identify Tommy.  There were no
clues as to who the giant foot belonged to or where he was.  A text message
followed.

`u come tonight or this is posted everywhere tomorrow'

Tommy's head flushed; buzzing with questions and scenarios.  Would Brandon
be so cruel?  Tommy quickly concluded that he could not take that chance.
In a rural south high school there were closet gays; but they'd better stay
in the closet.  It was just polite.  This would `out' him in the most
degrading and embarrassing way.  Tommy had to meet Brandon's demands.

Tommy's palms were sweating as he sent a text message asking, `when &
where.'

`rents are out tonight my place 615 b there or else!!!!!'

Tommy was entranced into his phone he failed to notice Ben walking up to
him.

"Dude, you spilled your milk."

Tommy was startled.  He tried to contain his composure but failed
considerably.

"Sorry sir," he said out of impulse and picked his milk up.

Tommy was mopping up the spilled milk with his napkin as Ben asked, "Sir?
Tommy what's wrong?  Bad news on the phone?"

"No; I don't know, don't worry about it.  It's cool." Tommy replied rather
unconvincingly.

Ben said nothing for a while.  He kept his eyes locked on Tommy; but Tommy
could not maintain eye contact.  He was feeling desperate and trapped once
again.

After an awkward moment of silence, Ben finally instructed, "Come with me."

Tommy, looking down, replied, "I'm fine, really."

Ben thought for a moment and changed his tone from concern to commanding.

"I'm not asking; follow me.  Now!"

Tommy huffed but; out of complete instinct, followed the will of yet
another alpha male.

Ben left the cafeteria with Tommy a few paces behind him.  His air of
confidence in Tommy's obedience was evident for he did not check to be sure
that Tommy was following him.  They walked into the math wing of the school
and Ben entered an empty classroom.  He waited for Tommy to follow him in
and then shut the door.

Picking out a nearby desk Ben instructed, "Sit."

Tommy obeyed.

Ben sat on the neighboring desktop resting his feet in the seat of the
chair.  Tommy instinctively stared at Ben's Nikes and awaited instruction.
He had no idea what to expect.  For the most part, Ben was the closest
person he had as a friend; even though he was once forced to taste Ben's
cleats in a degrading act.

"I don't have all day," Ben commanded, "Out with it!"

Much to Tommy's surprise, he easily shared his problem with Brandon.  After
all, what did he have to lose?  Ben already knew that he was under the boot
of Rick and those close to him.  In his recap Tommy left the incident out
about Rick catching him with cum on his face.  He wasn't prepared to share
those feelings with anyone else.  He couldn't look at Ben as he unloaded.
He did not want to see the expressions of disgust and/or pity on his face.

Tommy's eyes never left Ben's Nikes until Ben commanded, "Look at me."

Tommy obeyed.

"Now," Ben said, "Unlock your phone and show me the text."

`What the hell,' Tommy thought to himself, but Tommy hadn't a shred of
pride left in him.  Tommy could not read Ben's expression.  He seemed cold,
and all business.  With his hands shaking, he pulled up the text thread and
handed his phone to Ben.

Tommy watched as Ben examined the text.  After, what seemed like hours, Ben
stared off to the back of the room.  Tommy said nothing and braced himself
for anything.

"Okay," Ben finally said handing Tommy his phone back, "You're not going to
meet Brandon at 6:15."

"I'm not?"

"No, I am," Ben informed Tommy.

"Oh no," Tommy exclaimed, "Please no, please let me handle this."

Ben's expression changed back to one of authority.  He swelled his chest
and looked down at Tommy and asked, "Did you just tell me no?"

Tommy didn't know what to say.  He was smart enough to believe that Ben was
manipulating him for his own good; but too submissive to object.

"I meant no disrespect," Tommy pleaded, "I just ... I just ..."

"You just; what?" Ben snapped back.

Tommy sighed and replied, "I'm sorry."

Ben asked, "Are you off tonight?"

"No."

"Alright then," Ben said, "After I have a little chat with Brandon I will
swing by the barn.  Will you be there around 6:30?"

"Yes sir," Tommy replied looking hopelessly up at Ben.

"Okay then," was all Ben said.  Then he jumped down off the desk and left
the classroom.

Tommy's mind raced.  He was much too slow to come up with any objection.
Once he realized that Ben was gone; he struggled with which dilemma was
worse: being blackmailed by Brandon; or Ben intervening.

"Fuck my life," Tommy said plainly to himself.

The day crawled by.  Tommy tried to find Ben to plead with him not to go;
but he was unsuccessful.  He didn't see Ben anywhere.  He figured a text
message begging Ben to leave well enough alone would be in vain.  He also
concluded that showing up at Brandon's with Ben would be disastrous, so he
just let it be and worried the day away.

Later that afternoon, Tommy's anxiety grew to an intolerable point while he
was picking out the stalls.  No one was at the barn.  Tommy listened
closely for Ben's SUV.  He was so preoccupied that his phone buzzing caused
him to jump.  He looked nervously at his phone.  His heart jumped when he
realized it was from Brandon.

Like ripping a band-aid off soft skin, Tommy quickly opened the message.
It was short and simple.  It simply read, `im sorry.'

"I'm sorry?" Tommy asked himself, "What the fuck?"

Tommy's anxiety didn't wane until he finally heard a vehicle approaching.
The anticipation was killing him.  Tommy raced outside of the stall to meet
Ben.  Ben's 4Runner's lights blinded him as the SUV pulled up to Tommy.
The driver's door flung open and Ben popped out.

"Taken care of," Ben said promptly.

"Taken care of?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah," Ben said confidently, "I told you; I had a little chat with Brandon
and my two best friends."

"Friends?" Tommy asked.

"Sure," Ben said and then he flexed both arms saying, "Let me introduce you
to Thunder and Lightning!"

 Tommy, in shock and fear, put his left hand behind his head and asked,
"What happened?"

"Well," Ben said, "I convinced him that it would be in his best interest to
leave you alone; and that he should apologize.  Did he?"

"Um," Tommy stuttered, "he did."

"Good deal," Ben replied.

"Um," Tommy said, "Do you believe him?  You know; to delete the photo?"

"Hell no," Ben said, "That's why I took his phone; deleted the pic, and
stomped it to pieces."

"Oh fuck," Tommy said in shock.

"Glad to help," Ben said proud of himself, "Don't worry buddy; I deleted
the pic from all sources.  The dumb ass is too cocky and dense to back it
up.  Besides, he understands now that he should leave you alone."

"I don't know what to say," Tommy said in a daze and worried.

"You don't have to say anything."  Ben replied, "Oh, I almost forgot;
you're gonna love this."

"What?" Tommy asked.

"After I stomped his phone I told him to `fetch it;' and when he knelt to
pick it up, I made him kiss the boot that stomped it!"

Tommy was in shock.  His head was hurting from Ben's news and the
guaranteed ramifications that were sure to come.  All Tommy could think
was, `I'm a fucking dead man walking.'