Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2018 03:15:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: jbcountry@yahoo.com
Subject: Living Under the Boot of Rick ? Country Boy Domination |Part XIX

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

Tommy was silent.  His brain was analyzing the news that Ben had shared.
He finally snapped out of his trance when Ben snapped his fingers.

"Hey," Ben said with a raised voice, "are you still with me?"

"Yeah," Tommy mumbled.

"Geez man," Ben replied, "you don't seem very happy.  I just handled that
little prick for you."

"Thanks," Tommy said, "I appreciate you trying to help me."

"Trying?"

"It's complicated," Tommy admitted, "but I appreciate your concern.  I'm
not used to guys being nice to me."

"Well," Ben said, "you might be hanging out with the wrong guys."

"Probably."

Tommy started to stare off into blank space again.  He feared the wrath of
Billy and how Ben's interference might get back to Rick.

"Alright then," Ben said, "later."

Ben got back into his 4Runner and drove away.  Tommy stood motionless for a
while longer.  He considered going to Brandon's house to apologize and beg
for mercy; but he decided it would be best to let things cool down first.

Much to Tommy's surprise he received no text messages that night.  He
counted on at least a couple of threats from Billy; but none came.

The next day Tommy drove into the parking lot.  One more day to Friday.
Tommy was looking forward to the weekend.  He had high hopes that Brandon
would be too embarrassed to inform Billy what happened.  Tommy figured that
if he made it to the weekend without incident, then the whole thing might
blow over.  Ben stopping Brandon was no big deal; Billy on the other hand
was a completely different story.  Ben would not be stupid enough to mess
with Rick's little brother.  Nobody was stupid enough to mess with Rick's
little brother!

Tommy cringed as he walked past Rick's truck.  The lifted Chevy truck
looked intimidating; just like its owner.  Tommy's phone buzzed.  All high
hopes dissipated when his phone alerted him to text from Billy.  With a
lump in his throat Tommy opened the message.  It read, `u fucked up you
fucking fucker.'

The tone of the text sent chills throughout Tommy's entire body.  It wasn't
the typical demands, degrading remarks, or promises of demeaning tasks for
him.  It was pure anger and hate in a short and simple text.

It was cold outside, but Tommy did not enter the warm school.  He paced
around the sidewalk channeling nervous energy.  Besides worrying about
Billy, he was purposely waiting to go to his first class.  He could not
stomach any bullying from Jason; he'd rather freeze outside then face
demands from him.

By the time school was nearly over, Tommy had chewed through his finger
nails.  He had not received any other text messages from Billy and, much to
his surprise, that bothered him.  Like the anticipation of a monster in a
horror movie; the not knowing was painfully suspenseful.  Tommy had no real
contact with anyone that day; except for a `thumbs-up' gesture from Ben
passing in the halls.  Tommy understood that Ben was proud that he `helped'
him, but Tommy wished that Ben would've just stayed out of it.

After class Tommy put his books away in his locker.  He checked his phone,
but there were no messages.  As he turned around he jumped and was
surprised to find Rick standing there.  Rick was alone.

"What's up Tommy-boy?" Rick asked in a soft and friendly tone.

"Oh, you know," Tommy stuttered, "just the usual."

"Is the usual day for you a good thing?" Rick asked with a smirk.

"No," Tommy said with a chuckle.

Tommy wondered why he found that funny.  If anything, he should have said
it with tears, but his life was so pathetic it just seemed funny to him.

"I bet," Rick smiled, "look," Rick paused and looked away for a moment,
"I've been hard on you lately.  I am meeting up with some friends after
school, but will you be at the barn later?"

"Yes sir," Tommy instinctively replied.

"I'll stop by," Rick said, and after ensuring no one was in earshot Rick
continued, "My pole needs some tending to."

Tommy smiled and nodded affirmatively.

In a degrading, yet playful way Rick rubbed Tommy's head; as you would your
dog and said, "That's a good boy."

Rick walked away, and, for a moment, everything was okay again.  Tommy
would gladly polish Rick's knob, tongue his shaft, and swallow his cock;
whatever Rick wanted; Tommy was down.  He would give it 110%!

That evening Tommy skipped supper.  He got to the barn early and happily
cleaned the stalls and readied the barn for another night.  He would be
done early so that he could give Rick whatever attention he needed.  He was
a little too eager though.  Tommy found himself with some spare time on his
hands.  He paced around the barn hallway.  He stopped at Billy's MX boots.
They were still there, tongue polished by Tommy at Rick and Billy's
command, but now had a layer of dust on them from being left in the barn.

"Can't have Rick seeing this," Tommy told himself as he picked up one of
the heavy boots.  With his jacket sleeve he dusted off the boot.  Then he
licked the smooth plastic and leather parts until they shined once more.
Tommy was in the process of cleaning the second boot when Rick's Chevy
pulled up to the barn doors.

"Can't get enough of those boots?" Rick said walking down the hallway.

"Just keeping them fresh for Billy," Tommy said gladly.

"I'm glad you obey Billy," Rick said matter-of-factly.  "You wouldn't
betray him, would you?"

The question sent chills racing down Tommy's spine.  Tommy didn't say a
word.  He stood frozen with Billy's MX boot in hand.

"I had an interesting chat with Billy after supper," Rick informed Tommy.

Tommy took his attention away from the MX boot.  He slowly looked up to see
Rick.  He half expected a fist to crash into his skull.  But that didn't
happen.  Rick stood formidably with his arms crossed.  The heavy jacket
could not hide Rick's athletic build.  Rick's body tapered from his massive
chest into his rugged jeans, to his long stout legs, and finally into his
broken boots.

"Master..." Tommy began to say.

"Save it," Rick snapped, "the look on your faggoty, bootlicking face says
it all."

Tommy said nothing.  He set the MX boot he was holding back down by its
mate.  He turned back to face Rick.  Rick hadn't moved.  Rick's demeanor
was aggressive but nothing that Tommy feared.  He knew why Rick was there
and what he had wanted.

"Well?" Rick asked, "What the fuck do you have to say for yourself boy?"

Tommy did not reply.  He fell to his knees.  Tommy now faced the country
boy's crotch he so desired.  Tommy paused for any objection; but he did not
get any.  Rick' bulge called to Tommy; he wanted to please Rick.  Tommy
looked up to see Rick looking back down at him.  Rick shifted his body
forward slightly to where his jean-veiled cock brushed against Tommy's
nose.

Rick's giant cock was growing inside his jeans.  Tommy could see the
outline becoming more and more prominent.  Tommy stuck his tongue out and
licked Rick's jeans along the shaft of his hidden cock.

"Suck it," Rick commanded.

Tommy looked up.  Rick still had his arms crossed.  Nervously Tommy
loosened the large leather belt that hugged Rick's body.  Then Tommy
unfastened Rick's jeans and gently pulled the zipper.  Tommy carefully
freed Rick's cock from his boxers.  He did not want it to contact the cold,
jagged zipper.  Once freed, Rick's massive cock sprung forward pointing at
Tommy's hungry lips.  Tommy took the knob into his mouth and gently
caressed it with his warm soft tongue.  A moan from Rick affirmed Tommy's
actions.  Rick moaned a second time and then shifted his waist to force his
dick deeper into Tommy's mouth and down his throat.  Tommy swallowed as
much as he could.  Tommy tongued Rick's shaft for only a moment before Rick
began to gently thrust back and forth.  It was amazing.  The rock-hard cock
began to swell even more inside of his mouth.  Tommy gagged and was
surprised when Rick pulled out of his mouth.

"Pull those panties down bitch," Rick ordered, "I'm gonna fuck your pussy
good."

Tommy looked at the pink head throbbing in front of him.  He gave it a
gentle kiss and then he stood up, loosened his own belt, and pulled his
pants and underwear down.  Tommy's cock, even though much smaller than
Rick's, bounced up in excitement.

Tommy looked at Rick awaiting instruction, but no verbal instruction came.
In a swift and fluid motion Rick finally uncrossed his arms and grabbed
Tommy by his waist, turning him around; then a heavy, cold hand on his back
bending him over.  Rick seized Tommy by the waist again; pulling his ass up
to a throbbing cock.  Tommy felt as Rick's knob probed for his `pussy.'
The sensation felt incredible.  Tommy anticipated being ripped open and
fucked again, but Rick's slow entry was blissful.  Before long the two
strong hands gripping his waist pulled him back to Rick's steel cock.
Tommy moaned from excitement and pain.  At first Rick slowly thrusted
inside of him, but soon Rick's primal urges took over and Rick began to
fuck him hard.  Through gritted teeth Rick instructed Tommy to just, `take
it.'

Rick's grip felt like a vice.  Tommy let himself go.  His body went limp as
he completely gave into the country boy fucking his ass.  The thrusts from
Rick were rapid and consistent.  Rick moaned.  Tommy moaned.  In the heat
of the moment, Tommy realized that his little cock was shooting semen
sporadically on the ground below him.  Rick kept fucking Tommy long after
he himself was spent.  It was the most sensual experience Tommy ever had.
Tommy was lost in his own bliss when Rick let him go.  It was sudden, and
Tommy hit the ground after Rick turned him loose.  Tommy turned to look up
at Rick when a rope of hot cum hit his cheek.  Rick was stoking his cock
and Tommy felt each rope hit random areas of his body.  He was Rick's bitch
and welcomed his master's mark on his body.

Rick had a coy smile on his face as he looked down on Tommy.  Tommy smiled
back.

"What are you smiling at faggot?" Rick asked.

"Sorry," Tommy replied, "thank you."  He said.  Tommy was at a loss for
words.

"Thank me proper," Rick commanded.

Tommy was used.  His ass throbbed from Rick's hard fucking.  Dirt stuck to
Tommy's penis and exposed legs from being covered in a mixture of his and
Rick's cum.  Despite it all, Tommy was elated.  He happily crawled to the
broken boots of his master.  He kissed each one; apparently `good enough'
to do so again.

"Huh," Rick said cryptically, "good fuck bitch."

Rick said nothing more.  He turned and left; leaving Tommy kneeling on the
barn floor.

Tommy remained in a euphoric state that night.  Alone in his room he laid
on his bed recapping the nights glorious event.  His ass was sore from
Rick's relentless fucking; but the sensation brought only positive
affirmation to Tommy.  There were no strikes issued, no belting, and no
threats made; only the pain issued by Rick's babymaker!  Tommy's cock
hardened.  He imagined Rick taking him for a ride in his truck somewhere to
fuck him raw.  It took very few strokes before Tommy's cock spewed again
that night.

Life is good; it was Friday and Tommy's erotic night dominated his
thoughts.  He found confidence in his pleasure.  It was not a great amount
of confidence, but more than he ever expected.  He was now completely
dedicated to serving Rick.  The idea of being subordinate to anyone else,
unless Rick ordered it, was no longer appealing.

His new waters were tested during his first class.  Jason was already
seated when Tommy took his seat.  Tommy ignored Jason's request to come.
He was a little nervous when the second request came.

"Did you hear me Bootboy?" Jason asked.

Tommy fretted for a moment and finally responded, "No, I'm busy."

Tommy shuffled some papers and attempted to act busy.  He had no idea how
this might turn out.  A lame excuse for disobedience was hardly standing up
for himself; but it was a start.  Tommy drew a breath of relief when the
teacher walked in.

"Okay," Jason said, "your funeral, fucker!"

"Mr. Anderson!" The teacher exclaimed; hearing Jason.

"Sorry Miss Clarry," Jason said.

The entire class had turned to look at Jason.  Tommy wanted to puke at the
bully's demeanor.  Jason had his hands balled up; resting on his desk.  He
was sitting up straight with his head bowed shamefully; but at the same
time, looking up at the teacher with large hazel eyes.  He looked so
harmless and innocent; but Tommy knew better.

Miss Clarry, a young and new teacher, walked near Jason between the rows of
desks.  She peered at him over her stylish glasses and held a delicate
index finger out; pointed at Jason.

"Let's try and behave," she said with a smirk on her face.

"Yes mam," Jason replied in a southern, raised wholesome and right, tone.

The teacher strolled back to her desk to begin class as if nothing had
happened.

`What the fuck,' Tommy thought to himself, `Jason cursed and threatened me
and all she can say is, `no, no; bad boy?''  To add salt to the wound,
Tommy got the impression that Miss Clarry would like nothing more then for
Jason to strip her naked, and fuck her raw.  Tommy understood that the
jocks in this school had certain discretions; but he had to wonder how
much.

When class was over, Tommy made a point to get out fast.  He dreaded his
next encounter with Jason.  Fortunately for Tommy, he didn't run into
Jason, or anyone else, for the rest of the school day.

After school Tommy ran through Dairy Queen to get a quick supper.  Jason's
threat bothered him, but the splendor of the night before still dominated
his thoughts.  He hoped that Rick would come again tonight.  Tommy went by
his house.  His mom was at work.  The cool apartment reminded Tommy of how
thrifty they had to be with their money.  Even though he was headed to work
at the barn, Tommy put on his nicest button-down shirt.  He left his good
school jeans on too.  Tommy wanted to look fresh, or as fresh as he could
look for Rick; after all it was Friday night.

Once at work, Tommy hurried through his chores.  He wanted to be free if
Rick came calling.  He was about to finish up when he heard a motor coming
up the road.  His bliss turned to a cold sweat once he realized it was the
engine of a four-wheeler.

"Shit," Tommy said to himself.  He did not want to face Billy tonight; but
he reminded himself that it was a new day.  He would service only Rick.
But did that mean Billy too?  After all, Billy was Rick's little brother, a
sadistic mean little shit, but brother just the same.  Tommy decided to
play defensively.  He quickly grabbed a muck bucket and entered Tank's
stall.  The stall was already clean, but Tommy sifted the manure fork
through the sawdust attempting to look busy.

Billy walked in the barn.  He was alone.  Tommy was glad for that; he
worried that Brandon would be with him.

"Hey Tommy," Billy said as he passed by Tank's stall.

"Um," Tommy said surprised, "hey."

Tommy watched as Billy entered Nicker's stall with some carrots in hand.
Tommy remained in Tank's stall for a while longer; but eventually gathered
the nerve to exit.  Tommy looked in Billy's direction.  Billy was wearing a
camo jacket, jeans, and tall hunting boots that hugged his calves.

As Tommy closed the stall door he heard Billy say, "There those are."

Tommy looked, and Billy was walking toward his MX boots.  They were sitting
on the ground by the office door; spit shined by Tommy per Billy's command.
Billy picked one of them up and then walked to Tommy.

Still examining the MX boot in his hand, Billy said, "You did a good job on
these bad boys."

"Thanks," Tommy said; attempting not to sound anxious.

"They are spotless," Billy commented.  Then Billy looked at Tommy and said,
"Oh yeah, and one more thing."

Tommy waited on a response but in flash Billy took the top of the MX boot
in his right hand and wielded it around to crash into Tommy's balls.  Tommy
doubled over from the agonizing pain.  It was a blur, but he saw Billy's MX
boot hit the ground behind Billy; freeing Billy's right hand.  Tommy was
too slow to counter Billy's quickness.  Tommy could only feel, not see,
Billy's fist slam into the left side of his lower jaw.  Tommy fell to all
fours.  Pain radiated from his body.  Tommy was shook-up.  He was no
fighter and could not counter Billy's quickness.  Tommy tried to see where
the next blow would come from.  Billy was moving so fast it took Tommy time
to register his motions.  It looked like Billy was running toward him.  But
by the time Tommy realized it, he felt Billy's boot contact his face.
Tommy flipped onto his back and then the lights went out.

In a haze Tommy felt hot and wet.  He finally focused to find Billy shaking
drops of piss from his dick.  Billy had pissed on him.  He started to get
up, but a boot planted on his neck and forced him back down.  Tommy choked
and gasped for air, but Billy's boot bottom crushed into his neck more as
Billy crouched down.  Billy looked pissed as he glared into Tommy's bright
red face.

"This is only the beginning faggot," Billy said, and then he spat into
Tommy's face.  Billy laughed sadistically; he enjoyed the pain he was
inflicting.  Finally, Billy stood up, and walked away.

When Tommy's neck was freed from Billy's heavy, treaded boot, Tommy
instinctively rolled over; back to his hands and knees, gasping for
precious air.  After catching his breath, he massaged his agonizing throat.
Eventually Tommy staggered to his feet.  He was ashamed.  He had just
gotten the ass-kicking of his life from a middle school brat and was soaked
in his piss.  To make matters worse, Tommy noticed his wallet on the barn
floor.  Tommy snatched it up to find his cash gone.  Not only did Billy
savagely beat him; in his moment of unconsciousness, he robbed him too!

Tommy's day began in bliss, but ended in terror.  Billy's threat of, `only
the beginning,' haunted Tommy for the rest of the night.