As the school campus came into sight Tommy thought sarcastically to himself, `perfect.' His mom had recently relocated to Georgia from Illinois and he knew nobody. It is mid-Spring semester and too many miles from home. It didn't really matter anyway for he was a loner at his old school and this one would be no different. He was no good at any sports and he knew he was inferior to all his peers; especially the jocks. Tommy was gay. But more than gay; he was a sub who longed for an alpha in his life. Someone to take control. Now he was driving to a new school to start it all over again. Anxiety crept into him as he pulled into an empty space reserved for students.
Tommy scanned the parking lot to look upon his fellow students for the first time. It was the same old story. Small groups congregating by different cars. The brains were headed straight for the building with their backpacks loaded down. The preps were surrounding a nice BMW and so on. His mind wandered but the sound of a loud diesel engine snapped him out of his trance. A large Chevy truck lifted with a huge brush guard blazed into the lot. The country music blasted its way through the tinted windows. As the beast of a truck whipped into a space near him Tommy gasped for he expected to hear a metallic crunch however the truck hit nothing. It was masterfully parked as if driven by a professional. Tommy was looking at the large `Cowboy Up' decal when the door flung open. A dirt cowboy boot slammed onto the step bar. The boot hugged the tight jeans of a massive guy wearing a football jersey. Tommy was mesmerized by the stunning cut features of this jock who noticed his stare. "What the fuck are you gawking at?" The stud blurted out as he noticed his stare. Turning his attention to his massive 4x4 Tommy stuttered, "Sorry, I like your truck." The Jock made an inaudible grunt and headed toward the school. Tommy followed behind. He could not tear his eyes away from the stud's tight jeans with a worn Skoal ring on his back left pocket. His heart fluttered and he was entranced by the cowboy jock; he felt as though his life would have purpose if he could serve a man like that.
Most of the day was just as Tommy expected. The awkward task of finding his way about his classes and the stares of each of his peers sizing him up. His schedule was not very hard. Tommy was smart but chose not to take any advanced classes. During lunch he scoped out a private place to eat. As he entered the cafeteria he passed the jock table. Several buff jocks chowing down on a huge lunch laughing and cutting up with each other. He spotted his newfound idle chugging a milk. The stud's eye glanced towards him and caught him starring again. Damn it!' He thought to himself. The day drug on and Tommy's only wish was to see that jock in the parking lot afterschool. His wish was not granted though. Afterschool Tommy waited in his car checking his rear view mirror for a sign all the time pretending to play with his phone. Of course,' Tommy thought to himself, `football practice.' He knew he could not explain sitting in his piece of crap sedan for that long and drove home. After all he could not afford to be late for his first day on the job. He would only have enough time to eat a quick supper with his mom and drive to work.
His mother left his father and returned to her home town. She did not know where to go. Tommy was an only child. His mother's brother lived here and he got her job as a machine operator in the plant he worked. Neither had a lot of income so Tommy had to get a job to pay for his phone and car insurance. Tommy did not want to work fast food so his uncle told him about a boarding stable where he could earn money as a stable boy. The stable belonged to the plant manager so he urged him to make a good impression. Tommy would not have to deal with many people so he felt he could do the job without upsetting his family's boss. He also liked the idea of serving as a stall cleaner for the elite. It seemed to suit his personality.
The driveway to the stable was a long gravel road. He noticed the horses grazing in the fields as he drove toward the large stable. It was painted red and had large doors on both ends with stalls on either side. It seemed peaceful. There was a riding ring where a young woman was exercising her horse. He had no idea if she was doing it correctly because he knew little about horses. He parked and met the owner near the entrance of the large stable. "You must be Tommy," the man said gruffly and shook his hand with a tight squeeze. "I wanted to meet you and show you around but unfortunately I have been called back into work. I have to pay for this place somehow to keep the ole' lady happy," he said jokingly. "Oh," Tommy said (a little relieved so he could go back home.) "Would you like me to come back tomorrow?" "That won't be necessary," he replied pointed to the long gravel driveway, "my boy is headed here now. He'll show you the ropes." Tommy looked with disbelief. It was the large Chevy truck and he knew commanding that vehicle was his jock god. They both watched as the young man parked next to Tommy's car and jumped out with his gear bag in hand. "This is my son Rick. He can show you the job before he rides. He's a great horseman and a hell of a quarterback!" The jock towered over Tommy looking him in the eyes with a slight grin. "Rick this is Tommy. He is going to start helping us around here." Tommy extended his hand and half expected it to be slapped away. "Well alright then," Rick said happily and shook Tommy's hand with a tight grip; much tighter than it should have been. Tommy knew instantly the smiles and excited response was a mere act for his father. "Well you two have fun. I have to get to the office; you're in good hands with my boy," his new boss said as he headed toward his car.
Rick headed into the stable and Tommy followed behind. He was excited, afraid, and anxious all at once. Rick dropped his bag next to a stable door where a large bay horse stood waiting. Tommy broke the silence, "so you're the quarterback." "Look," Rick interjected, "I have a lot to do. I want to ride my horse and then meet up with my girl. The job is pretty simple. The horses that are turned out of their stalls are what you need to clean first. Wheelbarrow, bedding, manure spreader," Rick commanded as he pointed to each object. "Make sure you get the horse shit and piss out good and then bed them back and fill their water buckets." "Okay," Tommy said softly. "And most importantly," Rick said holding up his massive index finger. "Yes," Tommy questioned. "Make sure my horse's stall is done right!" Tommy's heart jumped. His wish was coming true a little. He was a servant to his jock god. Rick then haltered his horse and took him to a wash stall in the barn to saddle him and soon he was off.
Tommy looked around at all the soiled stalls and proudly began his job of serving Rick. It took him much longer than he thought to just clean five of the ten empty stalls. He took care of Rick's stall first but after cleaning a few more he thought that he might not have done a good enough job to meet Rick's high expectations. He walked over to the stall where Rick's horse was to re-inspect his work when the gear bag caught his eye. The bag was half unzipped and Tommy noticed one of Rick's football cleats. His desires urged him to worship the massive cleat. Tommy looked around. Nobody was in the stable and he knew he could hear a horse coming. He thought about it for a moment and then his desires took over and he gently removed the cleat from the bag. He figured that Rick had no idea of its placement in the bag but he carefully memorized its exact spot just to be safe. He held the cleat close to his face and thought, `the damage these bad boys have caused.' His imagination drove him into Friday night games where countless football players suffered under there massive weight. He pulled the cleat closer under his nose and inhaled deeply taking in the masculine essence of his jock master. He was in his own personal paradise when reality snapped in. "Faggot!" Tommy startled and dropped the cleat on the ground and turned to find Rick nearby.
"Where's your horse?" Tommy questioned in his surprise. "Tied up nearby. I wanted to see if you were working or goofing off. I should have known the way you've been staring at me at school; you're a little faggot." By now Rick was standing right in front of him every muscle swelled in agitation. "Please don't tell anyone; I'm sorry," was all Tommy could muster to say. "You're in no position to make demands little faggot," Rick spat. There was a moment of silence as both assessed the situation. Finally Rick broke the silence and commanded, "pick up my cleat and put it back in my bag." Tommy quickly did as he was told. "What are you going to do?" Tommy asked with a little panic in his voice. Rick spat. His mouth was swollen with a large dip. He crossed his arms and took a deep breath. "So you like feet?" He stated with a smile. Tommy said nothing. He was at a total loss for words. "Well my boots are dirty," Rick said in a very alpha tone. He leaned toward Tommy and commanded, "Clean them boy." Hearing the command for real was a little arousing and unsettling. Rick did not have to make any threats. Tommy knew he had him by the balls. Tommy asked softly with his eyes staring at Rick's dirty boots, "with what?" "Not my problem," Rick replied. Tommy was trapped. Not only could Rick cause him humiliation at school but he thought of his mother and uncle who worked for Rick's dad. After seconds of weighing all his options Tommy knelt down and felt smaller than he ever had. He took his hand a tried to dust of Rick's left boot. "Not good enough," Rick commanded instantly. Tommy then stretched his shirt sleeve over his hand and began wiping his left boot with it. "Not good enough," Rick commanded again. Tommy knew then what his task was. A task he had dreamed about but now that it was happening he was scared.
Tommy lowered his face toward the boot and hesitated. "Get to lickin' boy or this will not end well for you!" Rick warned sternly. Tommy stuck his tongue out and made a quick swipe across the top of the boot. His mouth filled with the sensation a dirt, grime, manure, and pure man. Tommy quickly made a couple more swipes and with his tongue coated in dirt he spat beside him. "What the fuck are you doing? Are you stupid?" Rick growled, "Swallow that shit faggot!" Tommy did as instructed and began to swipe the large dirty boot more and more cleaning it and swallowing the filth. When the top was good and wet he move to the other boot when Rick commanded, "Heel bitch! It's dirty too!" Tommy moved back to the left boot in pure humiliation and began licking the nasty heel of Rick's boot. Once the left boot was completely licked clean he moved to the right boot and began licking it. His mouth was getting dry from the dust and his tongue became sore from the abuse. "I'm sorry sir, my mouth is so dry. Can I wet it so I can do a good job?" Tommy asked. He hoped that phrasing it to benefit Rick would better his chances.
"Why sure," Rick responded muffled by his dip filled mouth. Tommy started to get up when the weight of Rick's hand forced him back to his knees. "Open your faggot mouth," Rick ordered. Tommy's eyes widened as instinctively he shook his head no. Rick's hand seized Tommy's lower jaw and a blaze filled his eyes when he repeated, "open your faggot mouth now!" Tommy closed his eyes and opened his mouth a little. "Wider faggot," Rick commanded. Tommy complied. The sensation nearly caused him to vomit. Tommy gagged moments after Rick used his human spittoon. The spit landed partly on his tongue while the better part hurled down his throat. Tommy has never tasted tobacco and he was overwhelmed by the power of the warm spittle. Rick smiled while Tommy gagged on his knees for a moment and then said, "Back to the boots bitch." This level of degradation was more than Tommy ever dreamed he wanted. His senses told him to flee to his car never to return but his erection ordered him back to Rick's dirty boots. After thoroughly licking the right boot clean Tommy just remained on his knees in front of Rick awaiting orders. Rick glanced at his watch and mumble to himself, "oh shit, I gotta go!" He walked back out of the stable to retrieve his horse. No words were exchanged as Rick unsaddled and tended to his horse. Tommy continued to clean the stalls which were left to do. He was finishing his last stall when Rick walked up to the door and said, "Faggot you're my bitch now. Don't even think about quitting or life as you know it is over. Welcome to hell." Rick waited for no response. He knew that Tommy was trapped and his senior year would be one for the record books.
That night Tommy stood in front of the bathroom sink and starred at his reflection. He did not brush his teeth. Master Rick would not approve of brushing off his boot grime and spit,' he thought. A small amount of grit and a hint of tobacco remained in his mouth. Tommy's erection grew as he mentally recapped the day's events. After an intense masturbation session Tommy laid down to rest. Sleep did not come easy but he dozed off thinking to himself, master's boots are clean now.'
The next day Tommy had no idea what to expect. Would Rick `out' him and tell the school what happened? Would Rick make him do something embarrassing around other students? He had no idea. Much to his surprise Rick said nothing at all; to him or anyone about the previous day's events. Perhaps Rick was just establishing his place as alpha in their pecking order and that would be the end of it. That thought haunted Tommy a little. After school Tommy headed to his car when he received a text. It read, "dont leave work b4 I get there-R.' Even though he did not recognize the number; he knew that it was Rick and he must have gotten his number from his dad somehow. Tommy's eyes widened and his mind raced with what Rick wanted.
At work Tommy was a little nervous. Rick's dad was there and showed him the different horses informing him about their owners, accomplishments, and other boring information. Tommy was surprised that he helped him muck the stalls. They were nearly finished when Rick arrived to the barn. "Good day's work," his boss said as he started to leave, "I won't be here tomorrow but I think you have a handle on everything." "Thank you sir. See you tomorrow." Tommy replied. Rick then instructed, "Hey Tommy don't leave yet. I want to show you Tank." Tommy surmised that Tank was his horse's name and that he actually had no interest in showing him his horse. Rick's dad interjected, "Don't be too late Rick. You have that essay due soon." Rick replied, "Sure thing dad."
When his father got into his car and started it Rick informed Tommy, "This is your lucky day faggot." Rick grabbed Tommy by the arm and pulled him into an empty stall. When he let go Tommy said, "Thanks for not telling anyone about yesterday. I really..." Rick interrupted him, "Yeah, yeah the jury is still out on that but to insure my silence you can help me out with a little problem I have." "What?" Tommy asked. "My girlfriend is pissed at me and cut me off so I am getting backed up. You should love this faggot because I need to relieve a little pressure." Rick wasted no time and started to loosen his belt. "But ..." Tommy said when Rick interrupted forcefully again, "On your knees now bitch, now!" Rick pulled out his massive cock. Even soft it was much longer and had more girth than Tommy's ever had fully erect. Tommy instantly lusted for Rick's cock and he dropped to his knees. "I'm not into dudes so you're going to have to work at it," Rick ordered. Tommy started to couple his balls and gently stoked his shaft. "If I wanted hands I can do that myself," Rick growled, "swallow my shaft fag!" With that Tommy took his dick into his mouth and caressed Rick's shaft with his tongue. After only a few seconds it ballooned inside of his mouth. Tommy started to suck gently. "You gotta be the worst faggot on the planet," Rick said, "Here let me help you." Suddenly Rick seized Tommy's head and face fucked him hard. Tommy gasped for air as his throat gurgled sounds he had never heard it make before. Rick pulled out a little and commanded, "Breathe bitch." After only taking a couple of breaths Rick plunged back in continue to fuck his skull. This process continued for what seemed like hours until Tommy felt Rick's body trembled and then he exploded. Ropes and ropes of Rick's thick load forced down Tommy's throat and filled his mouth. Cum dribble down his chin and he felt Rick's massive member begin to soften inside of his mouth. Rick pulled out and commented, "I thought you fags were supposed to be good at that. I guess you're not good at anything." Tommy surprised himself when he responded, "I can do better." He looked up at Rick with desperate eyes waiting on his reply. "You better," Rick warned, "Aren't you going to thank my dick with a kiss?" Tommy leaned in to kiss Rick's dick when his powerful hand grabbed his head. He pushed him down with enough might to send him to the stall floor. "Faggots don't kiss my body. Faggots kiss my boots." Tommy did as instructed and kissed the top of both of Rick's dirty cowboy boots.
Tommy returned back to his knees not knowing what would happen next. Rick just simply zipped up and as he left the stall he said, "Tomorrow I will tell you about that essay you will write for me." Rick paused for moment, "I'm tired now that my balls are empty; you can clean my boots tomorrow." "Yes sir," Tommy replied submissively. Tommy was still on his knees as he heard Rick's truck take off down the gravel road. `My life is perfect now,' he thought to himself as he began to stroke his own aching cock.