Living Under the Boot of Rick – Country Boy Domination |Part VI Author: JB jbcountry@yahoo.com [Please feel free to email comments.]
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Part VI
Tommy entered his kitchen feeling used and abused. It had been a long Friday night. It was after midnight. Tommy's activities included watching the game, servicing Rick and Jack, and then finishing his barn chores. His dream is to serve a jock god like Rick. But Jack, Rick's best friend, was ruining it for him. He disliked everything about Jack. Jack wasn't worthy to ride shotgun in Rick's truck; it should be him. `Oh fuck,' Tommy thought. He suddenly acknowledged his extreme jealousy of Jack. Was he really jealous of Jack; a jock? Tommy has accepted his place in the pecking order. He was made to serve jocks; not be jealous of them. Nevertheless he did not like Jack; for whatever reason. Now that Rick has extended his authority to his friend, despite Tommy's strong feelings, he would have to take shit off Jack.
Frustrated, Tommy put a frozen dinner in the microwave. He wanted something on his stomach besides dirt and dip spit. While his dinner heated, Tommy went into the bathroom to wash up. He studied himself in the mirror. Jack's "eye black" (mud from his cleat) was dried and flaking off beneath his eyes and there tobacco stuck in his hair from Jack flinging his dip wad on his forehead. Tommy washed Jack's evidence off. There will be no easy solution for his problem. Tommy sorted through a few different solutions; running away, fighting Jack, talking to Rick about it; but he only came up with one which had merit. He would stay away from Jack as much as possible; and not draw too much attention to himself. He believed Jack would be testing Tommy's weekly task of his cleat care. So Tommy scheduled the task as an appointment every Thursday in his phone: `Get Jack's cleats.' He would not make that same mistake twice.
Tommy ate and went to bed recalling Rick's protective nature; albeit slight. Rick did not allow the school bully to harass him. And he believed Rick was calling Jack `off' and protecting him when he ordered Jack to the party. Fantasizing about being protected by Rick; he drifted off to sleep.
Tommy entered his first class of the day. He took his usual seat. He noticed that everyone was staring at him. `What the fuck is their problem?' Tommy wondered. The biology teacher began his lesson but stopped and walked over to Tommy.
"Whose semen is all over you face?"
"What?" Tommy said feeling of his face. It was coated. His facial nearly covered his entire face and dripped off his lips.
"Is that Rick's or Jack's man seed?" The teacher inquired. All the students laughed and pointed at Tommy. The teacher added, "It must be both."
"What, no!" Tommy insisted.
"Class can anyone inform Tommy of the bacteria he's ingested from Rick and Jack's boots and cleats?"
"Piss." "Shit." "Cum." "Dirt." "Grime." "Horse shit." "Dog shit."
While the students continued to shout out answers the teacher frowned at Tommy and said, "What a faggot you are!"
Tommy jumped up in his bed. He was covered in sweat from his dream. "What a fucking nightmare!" Tommy told himself. Tommy checked the time. It was 5:16am. Tommy remembered that it was Saturday. Tommy decided to go to work early despite the many people there on Saturday mornings. He wanted some time to recoup before facing Rick again.
At the barn there were several cars and trucks in the parking lot; but most people were out exercising their horses. To Tommy's surprise only Billy was in the barn. His horse was tied up and he was brushing him. Tommy grabbed a manure fork and muck bucket then headed towards Tank's stall. He was about to enter it when Billy hollered for him.
"Tommy; come over here."
That was strange; it almost sounded like an order. Tommy walked over to Billy who continue to brush his horse.
"What's up Billy?" Tommy asked.
"I need to longe Nicker here before my lesson and I need your help with something."
"Okay?" Tommy hesitated, "What do you need?" Tommy was a little concerned because he knew little about exercising a horse.
Billy stopped brushing Nicker and put his hand on his western saddle. It was sitting on a large saddle stand in the hallway. There was a rag and some leather polish near it.
"I want my saddle nice and clean for my lesson."
`What?' Tommy thought; tack care was not part of his job description (although much of Tommy's time at the barn was not in his job description.)
"You want me to clean it for you?" Tommy inquired in a curious tone.
"Yeah, use this." Billy instructed point to the leather polish and rag with his boot.
"Um," Tommy said confused and surprised.
Billy smirked and said, "Rick said you would."
Tommy's heart sank; what has Rick told Billy he wondered? What would Rick do if Billy told him he refused? A strike? Worse?
"Sure, okay," Tommy said hesitantly.
"Sweet," Billy said. He untied his horse and led him away from the wash stall. Billy stopped and turned his head back to Tommy and said, "Oh and no half-assing. It needs to shine." Billy laughed and continued out of the barn.
Tommy picked up the leather cleaner and rag. What the fuck,' he thought, now he was taking orders from Rick's kid brother. He figured pissing Billy off would be more dangerous than pissing Jack off. Southern big brothers are extremely protective of their little brothers. Shit!' Tommy screamed in his head.
Tommy began his new task. The saddle was big but not hard to clean. The leather cleaner worked great and the saddle buffed up easily to a shine. The stirrups were the dirtiest part where Billy's boots rubbed dirt in them. Tommy spent extra time there. He was buffing a shine in the stirrup pads a third time when Billy returned with Nicker.
"What are you doing?" Billy barked at Tommy as he came close.
"What do you mean?" Tommy said confused and frustrated, "I'm polishing your saddle like you asked!"
Billy stopped with Nicker in hand. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"What?" Tommy replied shocked, "Of course not!"
Billy shook his head in disapproval. "I don't need to worry about half-ass with you; it's dumb-ass I need to watch out for!"
"What did I do?" Tommy insisted.
Billy rolled his eyes and gave a sigh of frustration. He tied Nicker up and walked to the saddle picking up a stirrup. "These are wear my boots go." Billy instructed in a condescending tone. "I balance myself in these when I ride. What might happen if they are too slick?"
"Oh shit," Tommy said realizing what he had done. "I'm sorry Billy; I really didn't think of that."
Billy frowned and drew another deep breath. He let it out slowly like he was controlling his anger.
"I'm so sorry Billy," Tommy repeated in a slightly panicked tone. "I will fix it; damn it."
"Okay, shit," Billy said. He was surprised at how his disapproval made Tommy excited and uncomfortable. "I will rub some dirt in them; it will be okay."
Tommy fell to his knees and pulled some dirt from the ground and somewhat franticly rubbed it into the stirrup bottoms. "I'm such a dumbass; such a fuck-up!" Billy was becoming amused by Tommy's panicked response.
"Dude, it's okay." Billy said after allowing time for Tommy to fret, "Chill man; I always check my stirrups before I ride."
"I really didn't know," Tommy insisted as he rubbed dirt into the second stirrup. "Please don't tell Rick!" Tommy looked up and noticed the amused and curious eyes in Billy. He knew he needed to control himself so he calmly stood back up. He didn't know what Rick had told Billy and he realized he was treading on some dangerous ground.
Billy did not say anything; he turned his attention to the parking lot. To Tommy's dismay both of them heard Rick's truck pull in. Tommy lowered his eyes and was quiet. He looked completely defeated.
"You're terrified of him," Billy commented.
Tommy looked at Billy and said, "No, he's just a little intimidating; football captain and all." Billy raised his eyebrow. Tommy knew that Billy; although young, saw right through his bullshit answer. He was indeed frightened of making Rick angry.
Rick approached the two saying, "What are you two up to?"
Tommy said nothing. He was anxious at what Billy would say.
Billy replied, "Just talking to Tommy; look he cleaned up my saddle real nice for me."
"Did he now?" Rick said expecting nothing less.
"He's a good stable boy, huh?" Rick questioned Billy. Tommy continued to be quiet and kept his eyes lowered.
"No complaints here," Billy said. "Are you ready for my lesson?"
"It's why I'm here," Rick answered, "The question is are you ready to ride hard?"
"Cowboy up!" Billy replied.
"That's my little bro!" Rick said slapping him on the shoulder. "Saddle him up; let's do this."
Tommy took that moment to make himself scarce. He went back to his chores but watched as the brothers left the barn. He hoped Billy would not tell Rick of his failure in private.
Tommy was cleaning the last stall when Rick and Billy returned. He caught the tail end of their conversation.
"Your time sucked; but your form is good. It will take lots of practice."
"I will." Billy agreed. "Will you ride with me next time?"
"Sure." Rick agreed.
Billy stay at the wash stall with Nicker but Rick yelled, "See ya tonight," and walked up to Tommy. Tommy was nervous as to what might have been said during the lesson.
In a low voice Rick said, "Well bitch you piss off Jack every chance you get but Billy seems okay with you. That's a good thing – for you." Rick waited for a response.
"Billy is impressive," Tommy said.
"Yeah," Rick agreed, "He's more of a man at twelve than you'll ever be."
Tommy said nothing. He just shook his head in agreement. The painful thing was Tommy agreed with the statement.
"I might need to relieve some pressure tonight; I'll let you know."
"Yes sir," Tommy said. Rick said nothing more and left.
Soon after Billy walked past Tommy. He was headed out.
"Hey Billy," Tommy said a little nervous.
"Yeah?" Billy asked.
"Um," Tommy hesitated; not really having the words to articulate his true appreciation, "thanks man. You know; for not telling Rick I screwed up."
"Okay, sure," Billy replied, "We need to talk more but I gotta go. I have football practice this afternoon."
`Of course you do,' Tommy sarcastically thought to himself. "Do you need a ride home?"
"On the four wheeler. We'll talk soon; later."
"Later," Tommy replied but Billy was running out of the barn. Tommy heard the four wheeler fire up and tear down the gravel driveway. `Definitely more of a man than I'll ever be,' Tommy thought to himself. But what the fuck does he want to talk about?
Tommy did not get a text from Rick. Later that night Tommy figured Rick must have relieved some pressure another way. `Poor girl,' Tommy thought as he imagined Rick ripping open some cheerleader with his massive jock cock.
Sunday evening came. Tommy had not seen or heard from Rick on Sundays so he was surprised when he heard the four wheeler approaching. He stood in the hallway and waited to see if Rick needed him. The four wheeler did not stop in the parking lot; it entered the hallway and stopped in front of him. It was Billy. Billy turned the engine off and sat back in the seat; saying nothing.
"Hey Billy," Tommy said.
Billy did not reply. Tommy could tell he was collecting his thoughts and thinking about what to say. The silence was getting awkward. Eventually Billy asked, "Are you a freak?"
"What?" Tommy replied surprised.
"You heard me." Billy said.
"I don't understand."
Billy pulled his phone out and flashed the picture of Tommy servicing Rick's boots in the hunting barn.
"Rick sent that to you?" Tommy asked surprised and ashamed.
"Nope," Billy replied, "When he showers I sometimes check his phone. Occasionally I find sick pics of hot naked chicks and text them to me."
"What if Rick caught you?" Tommy wondered.
"My brother takes long showers," Billy replied, "and I always delete the text I send off his phone."
"Oh."
Billy asked, "Not really the key point here is it Tommy boy?"
"There are things you may be too young to understand." Tommy explained.
"What? I'm too young to understand you're my brothers bootlicking bitch?"
`Okay maybe you do understand,' Tommy thought but said nothing. How complicated could this situation get?
Billy pulled his right leg up from the four wheeler peg and rested it on the front fender.
"Check it out," Billy said, "a dirty boot."
"Billy," Tommy said worried, "you're just a kid."
Billy crossed his arms and said nothing. His boot was still propped on the fender. He remained waiting for boot service.
"This is just not a good idea," Tommy pleaded, "you understand. Right?"
Billy expression changed to one of his happy-go-lucky self to one of anger. He looked up to the barn rafters in pretend thought and said, "Let's see; how about – I got it - Rick, I don't want to go to the barn when Tommy's there. He's hateful to me. He treats me like a dumb kid."
`Wow' Tommy thought. Billy was serious. Tommy understood all too well what a conversation like that would mean for him. And so did Billy.
Tommy already had a problem with Jack; he surely didn't need another with Billy. With no good option, he knelt down by the four wheeler tire and looked up at Billy. He could see Billy's face behind the big boot bottom in his face.
"Lick it," Billy commanded. Billy's mind was set; this would happen.
Tommy did. The familiar grit of dirt enter his palette once more. `This is a nightmare.' Tommy thought.
"Sick," Billy said, "I can feel your tongue. Does that taste good?"
Tommy swallowed and said, "Not really."
"Then why do you do it?" Billy was curious, "Are you afraid Rick will beat you up if you don't?"
Tommy swallowed again and replied, "It's complicated Billy."
"You're just a freak and like doing it don't ya?"
Tommy didn't reply. He went back to work. As he polished near the top of the boot he heard the artificial shutter sound of Billy's phone. Fuck,' Tommy thought, the crafty shit snapped a picture. This is terrible!' When Tommy finished the right boot bottom he said, "It's clean now."
Billy put his right foot back on the peg. He lifted his left leg and placed that boot on the other fender. He said nothing. He wanted to test Tommy and see what he would do.
`Shit,' Tommy thought. He shuffled on his knees to the other side of the four wheeler. Without being told he positioned himself to service Billy's left boot.
"This is great," Billy said, "I feel so powerful; like a king!"
Tommy gasped. There was a great deal of horse shit lodged between the treads. Tommy looked up again at Billy; he was watching with great interest. Tommy looked again at the soiled boot; evidentially young Billy tromped wherever without looking.
"What's wrong?" Billy asked, "Get to it."
Tommy froze. How could he get out of this? Billy was curious about Tommy's hesitancy and used his hands to pull his boot back so he could inspect the bottom.
"Grose!" Billy said making a face. Tommy relaxed a little; perhaps Billy would have mercy on him.
"Good thing I have a freak boot cleaner here!" Billy said sadistically. He propped his boot back on the fender and said, "Clean that shit off; now, or else!" His tone was very serious.
Tommy's heart sank. He closed his eyes and made a hard long stroke with his tongue. It was disgusting. He spit the glob of horse shit on the ground and gagged. Tommy began heaving and nearly vomited. Billy waived his boot impatiently. Did this kid have any mercy? Tommy went back to work; thankful at least Billy was not making him eat the horse shit; only lick it off.
"Sucks to be you," Billy said making a disgusted face.
Tommy began flossing between the treads with his tongue. He did not know how much more of this he could take. He was actually relieved when he heard Rick's truck coming up the gravel road.
"Fuck!" Billy said. He quickly jerked his boot from Tommy's face and put it on the four wheeler peg. "Be cool." he ordered.
Tommy jumped up and brushed his knees off. He wiped his mouth off on his sleeve.
Soon after Rick entered the barn saying, "There you are; mom and dad are looking for you."
"Okay," Billy replied, "It is a nice night so I went for ride. Did you need the quad? Are you mad?"
"How could I be mad at my little bro?" Rick said smacking Billy's baseball cap with his hand.
"I better go; until next time Tommy," Billy said firing up the four wheeler and backing it out of the barn.
Rick waited until Billy was out of sight and said, "Time to relieve some pressure bitch." Rick said nothing more. He walked down to a crib where a portion of the hay was stored. "This should work nicely." Rick re-stacked some bales making a flat surface about three feet high. "Take your shirt off and lay down," he ordered.
This is more than relieving pressure,' Tommy thought, this is punishment.' Tommy took off his shirt and laid on top of the hay. It felt like a thousand needles pricking him. Rick took a handful of loose hay off the ground and littered Tommy's chest with it.
"That's better, comfy?" he asked sarcastically. Tommy was not comfortable and Rick knew it. Rick grabbed both of Tommy's arms and pulled him back to where his head drooped off the hay. He loosened his belt and pulled out his package resting his nuts on Tommy's mouth. His soft cock draped to the side of Tommy's face. "Suck my nuts faggot."
Tommy took Rick's nuts into his mouth and caressed them with his tongue. Rick moaned. Tommy worked them as best as he could. It wasn't long before Rick's cock was rock hard and suspended in the air. Tommy knew what would happen next. Rick replaced his nuts with his cock in Tommy's mouth and began to plow. Once he found a nice rhythm he put his hands on Tommy's chest forcing him into the hay bale. Rick's weight pushing him down coupled with his body jarring with each of Rick's cock strokes intensified the irritation of the hay on his bare back.
Rick pulled out a couple of times and slapped Tommy's face with his rock hard cock. After several minutes of face fucking Tommy, Rick pulled out and stroked his cock vigorously until he was about to cum. Once he reach his climax Rick reinserted himself in Tommy's mouth and began the skull fucking again until he nutted. It was another big load and Tommy could not take it all. He coughed and some cum blasted out of his full mouth.
Rick kept his weight on Tommy's chest while his cock softened in his mouth. Tommy loved the sensation of Rick's dick in his mouth. Rick pulled his cock out of Tommy's warm hole and stood upright. Tommy closed his eyes and moaned slightly. His happy state ceased with a hard, open handed bitch slap across his face. Tommy yelped loudly. He held his hand to his stinging face.
"Don't fucking waste my seed you cunt," Rick warned. He spat on Tommy's face and left.
`There is no pleasing him,' Tommy thought to himself. He rubbed his eye. It burned from the tobacco in Rick's spit.