Living Under the Boot of Rick – Country Boy Domination |Part XIX Author: JB jbcountry@yahoo.com [Please feel free to email comments.]
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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.