Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2018 01:02:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: jbcountry@yahoo.com
Subject: Living Under the Boot of Rick ? Country Boy Domination |Part XXII

Living Under the Boot of Rick – Country Boy Domination |Part XXII
Author: JB
jbcountry@yahoo.com
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Chapter 22

It was Thursday morning and Tommy slowly trudged to the kitchen.  He wanted
bacon, eggs, waffles; but he would have to settle for cold cereal.  He was
surprised to find his mother in the kitchen.  She was sitting at the table
where a checkbook and bills were spread out over half the table.  She
however was engaged in her phone.

"Hey mom; shouldn't you be in bed?" Tommy asked.

"I'm off the next couple of days," his mother replied in a somber voice.
She didn't look up.  By the sound Tommy knew she was playing a game.

"Everything okay?"

"I'm not sure," she replied, "who knows."

Tommy insisted, "Mom, can you put that away and tell me what's up?"

"Alright," she said laying her phone on the pile of bills, "there is a
temporary layoff and word around the plant is they will be laying some
people off."

"That sucks," Tommy said taking a seat next to her, "Do you think you may
be laid off?"

"It's possible; I don't have much seniority.  People work there their whole
damn lives."

The tension was palpable.

"But," she added, "you needn't worry about it.  It will be okay.  Besides,
Teddy speaks of how well you and his boys get along; perhaps that will keep
me in a job."  She paused and added, "My little hero!"

`Hero,' Tommy thought, `and, get along with Rick and Billy; she was
clueless!'

"I hope so," Tommy said nearly choking on his own words.

Tommy poured him a bowl of cereal and he ate with his mom.  Now he had more
to worry about; especially how pissed off Rick was when he left.  `Piss on
him,' echoed in his head.

In the parking lot of the school, Rick and Jack were eating their
traditional breakfast on the bed of Jack's DODGE.  Tommy made no eye
contact but heard the summoning of Jack's whistle; followed by the
commanding voice of Jack.

"Bootlicker," Jack said snapping his finger and motioning for Tommy to come
like a well-trained dog.

Tommy hesitated and slowly started walking toward the angry alphas.

"Let's go," Jack commanded in a loud voice, "fuck you're slow, faggot."

Tommy could not bring himself to make eye contact with Rick; he was
ashamed, afraid, and embarrassed all at the same time.

"No wonder they don't let fags on the football team; my dead grandma is
faster than you!"

"Sorry sir," Tommy muttered to Jack.

"Hey," Jack snapped in a loud voice, "don't mumble like you have a cock in
your mouth . . . unless of course; you have a cock in your mouth!"  Jack
chuckled at his own remark, but Rick remained quiet.

"Sorry sir," Tommy repeated in a much clearer voice.

"It's fucking disrespectful to your superiors," Jack said.  "I think you
need to show some respect," Jack said looking to Rick, "Perhaps you
pucker-up those cock-sucking lips of yours on our boots."

Jack hesitated and asked Rick, "Don't you think so bro?"

Disgusted and humiliated Tommy was already on his knees when he saw Rick's
boots hit the pavement.

"I don't care what he does," Rick said as he walked off.

Jack's boots continued to dangle from the tailgate of the large truck.
Rick's response caused a cold sweat to brake out all over Tommy.  Tommy
kissed each of Jack's boots and looked up at him.  The look on Jack's face
was terrifying.  He was grinning like a kid at Christmas.  Tommy was
motionless as Jack nestled his right fist in his left hand; slowly popping
each knuckle.

Tommy want to run; but he remained frozen.

Jack leaned down near Tommy's face and said, "So he doesn't care; that's
convenient.  Ask me why that's convenient."

"Why sir," Tommy gulped.

Jack leaned even closer and whispered in an ominous voice, "Because I hate
fags!  Best you don't cross me bootlicker."

Tommy did not reply.  Jack hopped down of the tailgate; his crotch was in
Tommy's face when he landed.  There were other students walking to class
nearby, and even though it was a familiar position for Tommy, it was
awkward on campus.

"Not now cocksucker!" Jack yelled, "I go to get to class!"

Tommy was embarrassed; he felt his body blush at Jack's spectacle.  He
couldn't move because Jack gripped the back of his head; keeping him inline
with his crotch.  The sound of girls giggling in the background made Tommy
slump in defeat.  Jack snickered and released Tommy's head.

"Take care of the trash," Jack said as he finally stepped away from Tommy;
dragging his boot across Tommy's shirt.  The boot left a dusty mark red
clay.

Jack smirked again and said, "Oops, my bad faggot!"

Tommy brushed his shirt off with his hands; but the mark remained.  He
stood up, collected the breakfast bags, and finally headed to class.

The image of Jack's threatening gaze pierced into Tommy's consciousness.
Just how much protection had Rick afforded him?  Tommy's preoccupied state
made him oblivious to Jason as he approached Tommy's desk.  Class had not
started, and the teacher was not in the room yet.  This was prime time for
Jason to remind Tommy of his status.  The sound of a deep belch bellowing
beside him snapped Tommy back into reality.  The foul air was more akin to
a fart than a belch which intensified as it was blown in his face.

"You're welcome," Jason said patting Tommy on the head as he continued to
his seat.

`Perfect,' Tommy thought sarcastically to himself.

Tommy decided not to eat lunch; he wasn't hungry and decided it best to
minimize peer interaction; this day was proving to be a challenging one.
Instead of the cafeteria, Tommy found sanctuary in the library.  Tommy
figured in the rural south the library would be jock-free; or at least,
`mean-jock-free!'

Tommy attempted to work on some homework, but his distracted state made
concentration difficult.  He was staring blankly at an assignment when his
phone buzzed.

`locker room afterschool fag,' the text read; it was from Jack.

Tommy wondered how many muddy cleats he would be expected to service or
what jock needed his balls emptied.  Jack rarely would text Tommy.  He did
not want to respond, but the last thing Tommy wanted was to piss him off.

During his final class, Tommy dreaded whatever task was at hand.  Five
minutes before the class dismissed Tommy's phone buzzed again; this time it
was from Ben.

`DON'T GO!!!!!!'

Tommy began to sweat.  After his last encounter with Ben he wondered if the
text was an error, so he replied, `go where?'

`locker room ... don't go.'  The text was clearly meant for him.

Conflicted, Tommy replied, `no choice – Jack will be pissed.'

Tommy waited for a reply, but none came.  The bell rang, and students began
filing out of the class.  Tommy decided it would be far worse not to go,
but as he approached the door another text came.  This time it was
forwarded from an unknown number.

`fagbashing afterschool."

The message stopped Tommy in his tracks.  Fear motivated Tommy to hurry to
his car.

`These people are crazy,' Tommy thought to himself.  He was obedient and
yet Jack wanted to hurt him.  Tommy recalled the `tobacco spit incident;'
that horrible day where Tommy's body rejected the rotten spittle and Tommy
spewed it on Jack by accident.  `Ever since then,' Tommy thought, `Jack's
wanted to beat me bloody.'  Now, without Rick's protection, Jack would
finally punish him!

With events compounding, Tommy's mind raced but he couldn't stop thinking
about Ben.  Ben is the closest friend Tommy ever had and he saved his ass
several times now.  Despite their last interaction, Tommy felt compelled to
see Ben and thank him in person.  Fixated on that notion, Tommy ventured to
see if Ben was at his favorite fishing spot.  His work would have to wait.

While driving to meet Ben Tommy's mind slowed.  He recalled how nice and
protective Ben was; despite his unworthiness.  Tommy smiled as he
fantasized Ben beating the shit out of Jack for him.  He didn't think Ben
could; but it was a pleasant thought.

Tommy's heart raced as he pulled close to where Ben's 4Runner was parked.
Parked, but occupied, and moving.  The windows were steamed, and Tommy
heard a muffled scream.  With his curiosity peaked, he jumped out of his
car.  Tommy was approaching the 4Runner when it stopped moving.  The back
door opened, and Ben stepped out; zipping his tight jeans.  Tommy was
mesmerized by the bulge hidden behind his Wranglers.

"What the fuck Tommy?" Ben said in a slightly pissed-off, slightly
embarrassed tone.

"Umm," Tommy stuttered, "I came to thank you."  Tommy sounded ridiculous,
even to himself.

"Okay, whatever; you're welcome," Ben said impatiently; clearly wanting
Tommy to leave.

The passenger's rear door opened, and a girl stepped out.  It was Julie; a
girl from school.

"I thought you said this place was secret," she said in a whiney voice.

"For the most part," Ben replied to her glaring at Tommy, "He is leaving."

"Sorry," Tommy blurted out.

Ben's command was received loud and clear.  Tommy made haste to get back in
his car.

Through the windshield Tommy witnessed Julie get back into the car's back
seat.  Ben's attention was focused on her through the open door.  A wicked
grin plastered to his face displayed a primal urge written into Ben's DNA.
Tommy was backing away but could see Ben unzip his Wranglers once more and
longue back into the 4Runner.  After turning around, Tommy could no longer
see; but he knew Ben's cock was servicing Julie's pussy well.

Julie was probably a nice, smart girlfriend for Ben, but Tommy's jealousy
could describe her in only way, `a slut!'

Tommy berated himself for being jealous.  Why the hell would a man like Ben
want with a bootlicking sub like him?  Tommy's self-loathing was soon
interrupted by a text message from Jack.

`see you soon faggot.'

Fear instantly trumped jealousy in Tommy's mind.  While checking his phone,
Tommy realized he missed a text message from Brandon which read, `bj
tonight.'

`Fuck,' Tommy thought to himself, `don't these boys ever just watch cable?'

Tommy did not respond to either message.  He sped to the barn; desperate to
find Rick.  He couldn't explain it, but he was desperately drawn to the
safety of his alpha.  When he arrived, he was nearly too late.  Rick was in
his truck and backing out of his usual parking space.  Tommy whipped into
the space next to Rick's and jumped out of his car.  Rick's truck started
to move forward when Tommy leaped in the path of the huge Chevy.  The
truck's nose dipped down as Rick stomped the brake.  With nothing to lose,
Tommy darted to the passenger's door and got in.

"What the fuck?" Rick snapped, "Have you fucking lost it?"

"I am a worthless piece of shit faggot," Tommy pleaded, "and I beg for your
forgiveness.  Sorry master; I'm so sorry and pathetic and unworthy of you
and ..."

"Shut-, the-, fuck-, up," Rick interrupted.  "I don't want to hear your
little bitchy voice."

"But ..."

Rick silenced Tommy with a mean glare and holding his index finger up close
to Tommy's mouth.

"What did I say?"

Tommy started to say something, but he was silenced again by Rick's finger.

"You don't listen well," Rick said, "Your mouth is a problem.  Whenever you
speak that whiney, bitchy voice annoys me.  Not to mention your greedy cock
hole will suck any dick nearby."

Tommy feared Rick's frustration.  Stumbling for words he started to say,
"But master I..."

This time Tommy was silenced by Rick's large hand palming his mouth with
speed and precision.  Tommy flinched, but to no avail.  Rick's fingers were
like vices locked onto his face; covering his mouth and nose.  Tommy wasn't
saying or going anywhere.  He instinctively grabbed onto Rick's wrist and
pull away; yet his attempt caused Rick's grip to tighten even more; which
surprised Tommy.

"You would be wise to let go of my wrist," Rick warned in a tone of calm
rage.

Tommy let go and calmed his struggle.

"Now that I finally have your attention," Rick said, "you're gonna listen."

"Can you do that?"

Tommy did not utter a sound.  He attempted a nod, but his head would not
budge Rick's grip.

"Good; it's about time," Rick replied.

Rick's grip remained tight until Tommy's face grew purple and he began to
squirm.

"What's the matter?" Rick asked, "Faggot can't breathe?"

Tommy could not reply.  Rick finally released his grip.

Tommy gasped for air and massaged his numb jaw.

"That's better," Rick said, "I keep forgetting just how much you need my
guidance."

With that, Rick reached behind his seat and pulled his gym bag out; setting
it on the dividing console.  Rick fished inside and pulled out a long damp
gym sock.

"Fuck, that's ripe," Rick commented.

And ripe it was.  The whole bag seeped a foul funk; but the sock radiated a
jock sweat stench.

"Here," Rick said, "use this to help keep you quiet."

Tommy accepted the vile sock.  He understood Rick's orders and stuff part
of the sweaty sock in his mouth.  He looked to Rick for approval.

"More."

Using his fingers Tommy stuffed more of the sock in his mouth.

"More." Rick said a little sterner than before.

It was clear now; the entire sock was to be used.  Tommy forced it in.  The
large sock pressed inside of his mouth.  The foul, salty flavor invaded
Tommy's senses.  He gagged a couple of times; but forced his body to settle
under Rick's watchful eye.

"That's so much better," Rick said.  He put the truck back in drive and
headed down the driveway.  Tommy was anxious but remained still.  Rick
turned off road; driving to a familiar spot of the pasture where Rick often
emptied his balls somewhere inside of Tommy.  With his mouth full of sock;
Tommy suspected his ass was about to be fucked.

Rick got out and walked around to the passenger door.  Tommy remained
still; listening for instruction.  There were no verbal instructions, but
Rick seized Tommy by his arm; pulling him out of the truck.  Rick pulled a
large pocket knife from his jeans and opened it.  Moonlight bounced of the
razor-sharp blade.  Tommy gulped; despite the sock in his mouth.  His eyes
widened; fearing what was about to happen.

Rick turned Tommy around; facing the truck.  Effortlessly Rick bent him
over; forcing his face into the passenger's floorboard.  Tommy could not
see well, but in the dingy floorboard he could smell dirt, tobacco, manure,
and other filth ground into the carpet by booted country boys.

"You are going to learn that you belong to me bitch; and no one else."
Rick warned through gritted teeth.

With true obedience Tommy remained in position when Rick removed the hand
that was forcing him down.  Tommy's felt his jeans pull away from his boney
ass.  He whined as he heard a slit being cut into his jeans and then his
briefs; but he never felt the blade.  Tommy felt like prey his alpha was
skinning.  Rick's fingers slid through the precision cut slits and ripped a
larger hole.  With his face buried into the truck's floorboard, Tommy was
relieved to hear the knife click closed.  With in moments Rick's left hand
palmed the back of Tommy's head forcing it hard against the floor.  Tommy
braced himself; he knew his alpha's frustrations were about to be released
with a hard fuck.

Tommy was correct.  Rick plowed his ass; plunging his massive cock deep
inside with each thrust.  Tommy's screams and moans were muffled by the
sock and floorboard.  Rick continued to plow in a savage, rape-like rage
until load after load pumped deep inside of Tommy.

With his balls completely emptied into Tommy, Rick leaned down and
whispered, "You belong to me faggot; no one else."

Rick grabbed Tommy by his sweatshirt and pulled him out of the truck.
Tommy landed on his sore butt. He quickly got into a kneeling position.  He
looked up to see his alpha, chest and cock swelled in dominant presence.
Drool seeped from the corners of his sock filled mouth.  With two fingers
Rick pulled his gym sock from Tommy's mouth and draped it over Tommy's
head.

"Clean my dick," Rick ordered.

Tommy leaned forward and swallowed Rick's cock in obedience; sucking the
taint of his ass off Rick's massive cock.  Tommy was happy.  He didn't know
why exactly.  Was it finally getting the sweaty sock out of his mouth or
holding Rick's cock deep in his mouth and throat?  The answer came when
Rick pulled out and patted Tommy on the head like an obedient dog.

"That's a good faggot," Rick said; but in a sterner tone warned, "Remember
what I said."

"Yes sir."

Tommy leaned back on his heels and awaited further orders.  Tommy felt
Rick's alpha seed ooze from his hole.  He was sore; but pleased that Rick
was so understanding.  He realized he was happy because he was serving his
master.  He watched Rick close the passenger door.  He leaned against it
and lifted his right boot sole to Tommy's mouth.  Without instruction,
Tommy kissed it and began licking it.  It was cold and had little taste.
Before he was finished though, Rick lowered his boot to Tommy's chest and
pushed Tommy back hard.  Tommy landed on his butt again; catching himself
with his hands.  Rick stepped further onto Tommy; forcing him on his back.
Tommy laid still; suspecting that Rick needed a doormat service.  But
Rick's boot moved from his chest to his neck.  Tommy choked under the wait
of Rick's boot and instinctively grabbed it with both his hands.  Rick's
leg strength was no match for Tommy; he couldn't budge it.  Tommy gasped
for air under the immense pressure, but his struggle was broken by Rick's
commanding voice.

"Listen!" Rick growled.

Tommy tried to relax.

"Remember what I said," Rick reminded him again, "you serve only me; got
it?"

"Yes, sir." Tommy replied with a restricted, faint whisper.

Rick said nothing further.  He stepped off Tommy's neck.  Tommy gasped and
sputtered.  It felt like his throat was crushed!  Tommy hurried to his feet
when the truck started, but it was clear he was walking back to the stable.

On his way back to the barn, his received another text.  It was from
Brandon.

`bj??? where the fuck are u???'

Tommy cringed.  How the fuck should he reply?

He decided not to reply.  Tommy simply continued his journey up the
driveway to work.  He could feel the breeze through his ripped jeans.
Sticky semen clung to his ass and legs.  Rick's inflicted pain throbbed in
his neck and ass, yet despite it all, Tommy was strangely content.