Living Under the Boot of Rick – Country Boy Domination |Part XI Author: JB jbcountry@yahoo.com [Please feel free to email comments.]
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Part XI
Tommy drove home resigned to his purpose in life: serving the alpha male. No matter what age, what place, or what time; his actions are to be obedient. His ass throbbed and his tongue was raw. He could taste a hint of blood in his mouth along with whatever else was stuck to Billy's boot. And why? Only because he was stupid enough to challenge an alpha. He ended up polishing Billy's saddle regardless. And now he is sure to be polishing it every day. How stupid could he be? Billy had in fact taught him a lesson: obey.
Tuesday morning Tommy arrived at school at his usual time. The weather was pleasant for December so Rick and Jack were finishing up their morning ritual of breakfast on the tailgate of Rick's truck. Tommy could tell that they were in the `savoring of their morning dip' portion of their breakfast. Rick's truck bed was cleaned out except for some crumpled up bags and biscuit wrappers tossed on the tailgate.
The alpha jocks stared Tommy down as he approached. Jack spit in his direction. Jack was wearing his high school athletic department hoodie with jeans and a pair of trashed Under Armor training sneakers. He was sitting casually on the tail gate. Rick was leaned up on the side of his truck. He was wearing a button-up shirt, tight jeans, and his boots. Tommy approached cautiously; carefully listening for any orders to scram. The two jocks said nothing when Tommy got close. They simply stared Tommy down with condescending eyes.
Tommy swallowed hard when he was in their presence. Nervously he lowered his eyes and gathered their breakfast trash into his arms. As he started to walk away Jack said, "Good faggot" and snickered. It was the nicest thing Jack had ever said to Tommy. Tommy was actually proud of the praise. He paused for a moment for possible instructions. When none came he left the men to their business. He heard Rick say something like, "He better behave," to Jack. Tommy felt as though he deserved any verbal abuse from Rick; especially after being so disrespectful to his little brother. He would prove to Rick that he was a better bitch than that.
Inside the building Tommy disposed of the garbage. Tommy was standing at the big trash can on the main hallway. He jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder. Trembling he turned around slowly to see it was Ben standing behind him.
"Sorry man," Ben said, "I didn't mean to scare you."
Tommy smile and said, "It's cool. I guess I'm a little jumpy today."
Ben was the closest thing to an actual friend that Tommy had. He thought it was strange that a jock would reach out to him like Ben did; even if he was only a charity case for him. Like any good country boy Ben wore boots, jeans, and a gray thermal shirt. Ben had tried to discourage Tommy from being a subordinate bitch to the alpha jocks. Little did Ben know how much trouble he had caused Tommy by doing so. Tommy thought that Ben may be toxic for him; but a refreshing break from his dominates all the same.
"So are we still on for fishing Saturday?"
"About that," Tommy said softly.
"You're not going! You didn't have fun fishing the other day?"
"No it's not that," Tommy quickly replied, "It's just that my mom got an invitation to go to that party and she wants me to go."
"Rick's deal," Ben confirmed, "that's cool. I might go too then I guess. The guys want players for a backyard football game."
"Catch any big'ns Price?" A random voice asked. Tommy looked and saw that Jason, the football team's kicker, had approached them. `Now I know Ben's last name,' Tommy thought to himself.
"None for the record books. You?" Ben asked.
"Hell yes," Jason replied, "a cat the size of a Volkswagen. But don't worry about coming up short; that's why they call it fishin' and not catchin',"
"Matchbox VW maybe," Ben replied jokingly.
The kicker looked at Tommy and dismissed him in an instant. He slapped Ben on the back and said, "Keep trying buddy. You're bound to reel in something one day." And then he was gone.
"He's such a pecker," Ben said to Tommy, "Well, I'm off to class. Later."
"See ya," Tommy said sounding like a girl with a huge crush.
Once Ben left Tommy instantly started to worry. What if Ben did come to the party and witnessed his interaction with Rick and Jack? That would be awkward at best. Tommy then realized he was annoyed by Jason dismissing him and acting as if he wasn't even there. But then he paused and thought, `no!' He remembered that it was those kind of thoughts that gets him into trouble. Jason was a jock. Sure they were about the same size but Tommy couldn't kick a football if his life depended on it. In fact Tommy realized it would have been more beneficial for the school if Tommy cleaned Jason's cleats over Jack's before games. Why should Jason acknowledge his existence? Yes; Tommy decided, Ben was toxic for him.
Later that evening at the barn Tommy was only halfway through his chores when he heard the four-wheeler in the parking lot. He swallowed hard suspecting it was probably Billy. To add to his anxiety he saw Billy's friend, Brandon, was also with him. They both strutted down the hallway with shit-eating, sadistic grins on their faces. Tommy noticed that their boots were muddy. He anticipated a test from Billy so in preparation he wore an old jacket.
"Is my saddle sparkling," Billy asked with a snicker looking at Brandon.
"Yes sir," Tommy said softly. He looked at Brandon and pointed to his boots saying, "Your boots are dirty sir. Please clean them if you like." Tommy hoped that this display of obedience would please Billy. Tommy laid down on the hallway floor with his back convenient to the boy's boots. He was desperately hoping to appease Billy's ego and make up for his disrespectful actions. He realized that he feared Billy's belt more than Rick's.
"Don't mind if I do," Brandon said as he began the process of wiping his boots on Tommy's back.
"I taught this boot bitch some respect," Billy informed Brandon proudly. "His boot licking mouth gets him into trouble."
"Is that right?" Brandon said switching to his other boot. Caked mud was smearing all over the back of Tommy's jacket.
"Yeah," Billy said stepping near Tommy's face. "Here let me help you keep your smart-ass mouth quiet so you won't fuck up again. Eat boot bitch." Billy pointed the toe of his left boot to Tommy's mouth.
Tommy stretched out his neck and put the toe of Billy's boot in his mouth.
"Now that's putting a foot in your mouth," Brandon joked as he twisted his foot wiping his boot sides.
"I think he can still talk," Billy replied to his friend and then commanded, "Open wider."
Tommy opened his mouth as wide as he could. Billy pushed his boot in as far as it could go. Tommy felt the sides of his mouth crack. It was painful. His teeth were scraped against the top of Billy's boot and his tongue way pressed against the bottom. His saliva began to well and seep from his mouth; stained brown from the mud caked on Billy's boot.
"Hear that Brandon?" Billy asked his friend.
Brandon stopped wiping his feet and replied, "What?"
"Exactly," Billy said proudly, "The boot bitch can't disrespect me now."
Brandon stopped wiping and walked over to watch Tommy's treatment.
"Say something," Brandon said, "Say `I'm a bitch.'"
Following his ordered Tommy tried to say the phrase but it came out as slobbery mumble. The two boys laughed at his attempt.
"Suck that boot bitch. Suck it like you would a big dick!" Brandon ordered.
Tommy began to suck and slobber on the invading boot drawing more laughter from Billy and Brandon.
"That's precious," Brandon said, "Is your boot gonna cum?" He asked Billy.
"I wish," Billy said. "Now my buddy and I are gonna ride. Dad wants the quad cleaned for use at the party so guess what you'll be doing." Billy pulled his boot from Tommy's mouth. It was instant relief. Tommy mouth was numb. Billy squatted down and grabbed Tommy's ear gaining his full, undivided attention. "Make it shine like new bitch."
Billy kicked some dirt in Tommy's face and a wad of spit splatted on the back of his head. Tommy laid still awaiting further abuse but none came. When the two boys walked away Tommy headed outside to complete his newly ordered task. It was dark but even in the dimness of the exterior barn lighting he could see that the four-wheeler was filthy. Layers upon layers of dried mud caked everywhere. Tommy rolled out the hose and sprayed it off for what seemed like an eternity. He had to soak all the crevices so the mud soften before it would spray off.
"Be sure to dry it good bitch," he heard Brandon say from the riding ring. He was at the rail. His attention was divided between watching Billy ride under the lights of the riding ring and keeping an eye on Tommy as he followed his orders. "We don't want wet the wet ass."
`Perfect,' Tommy thought sarcastically. Now even Brandon was casually barking out orders. "Yes sir," Tommy yelled affirmatively. Tommy turned his attention back to his duty and went to work on the plastic fenders, seat, handlebars, and big mud tires. Cleaning them to the best of his ability. He sprayed all the mud from the foot rest and pegs. Tommy was toweling it dry when the boys came to inspect.
"Clean it good?" Brandon asked.
"Yes sir," Tommy replied.
"We'll see," Brandon said with a cocky attitude.
Billy walked around the machine. Tommy was nervous for he knew that Billy would make a detailed inspection.
"Did you clean the wheel wells?" Billy asked.
"Wheel wells?" Tommy asked.
"Dumbass, ya know, under the fenders were all the mud flings to." Billy did not let Tommy answer. He reached under the front wheel well where he was standing and pulled out a glob of mud. Billy held the mud up to Tommy and sarcastically said, "Great job."
"You can't see that; I concentrated on the visible parts. Sorry sir." Tommy said defeated.
"It's okay," Billy said sarcastically, "It's just the axel, bearings, brakes, and vital parts down there. That's all." Billy was annoyed again.
"Sorry," Tommy said scared that he failed again, "I'll clean them."
Billy took the mud in his hand and wiped it on both sides of Tommy's face. "Back to work," he ordered. "Come on Brandon let's check on Nicker while this dumbass finishes.
Tommy finished the job spraying off the wheel wells making sure all the mud was off the vital parts of the four-wheeler.
When he was done Billy and Brandon returned. Billy did not inspect the four-wheeler again. Tommy figured they were due back home. When Billy fired up the four-wheeler Tommy turned to leave.
"Hey dick-lick," Billy yelled.
"Sir?" Tommy turned and asked. He was getting annoyed again. He mentally repeated, `serve men; obey Billy,' in his mind.
"Nicker shit and my saddle needs cleaning again," Billy instructed.
"Yes sir," Tommy replied.
"What a bitch," Brandon said with a laugh. Then they were gone and Tommy did as instructed.
Tommy was off work the following day. Ben had sent him a text informing him that he was going to attend the party. Tommy had wished that he wasn't going though. All the guys together was a recipe for disaster. He didn't hear from Rick until Thursday night. Tommy was bringing some hay in the barn when Rick's truck pulled in.
Rick met Tommy in the hall with his payroll check in hand saying, "Dad wanted me to drop this off to you. It's early because he will be busy prepping for the party." He held the check out to Tommy but quickly pulled it back when Tommy tried to take it. "Not so fast," Rick snapped, "You have another chore to do to earn it early."
"What's that sir?" Tommy asked.
Rick responded by grabbing his junk and said, "You got suck it good faggot."
Rick stepped into one of the empty stalls. Tommy followed him in excited to earn his check this way.
"On all fours," Rick commanded when Tommy entered the stall.
Tommy got on all fours and crawled to Rick's commanding body. He was in jeans, booted, and wore a light hunting jacket that molded to his rock hard body. Tommy was enjoying the view as he crawled to his master. Typically Rick would have already whipped it out by now but he stood waiting with his jeans and belt fastened. When Tommy's face was eagerly at his cock he looked up waiting for instructions.
"Show me how much you love my cock bitch," Rick commanded.
Tommy could see the outline of Rick's massive dick and began kissing up and down the covered shaft. Over and over he kissed Rick's cock hungry for it to invade his throat. He felt it grow hard through Rick's jeans. It wasn't long before Rick unfastened his belt and pulled his weapon out. Tommy licked Rick's hairy ball sack several times and then held Rick's knob in his mouth polishing it with his tongue. Rick groaned. Tommy continued to swirl his tongue around the penis head enjoying this intimate time with Rick's jock cock.
"Suck it," Rick commanded.
With the order Tommy attempted to take the monster in his mouth caressing the bottom of the shaft with his tongue. He took his time. He wanted Rick to enjoy this blow job. Soon Rick got board of Tommy's sensual treatment. He grabbed Tommy behind his head and forced his dick in. Tommy gagged. Rick held Tommy's head in place. Rick's pubes were smashed against Tommy's nose. Tommy's gagging got worse but Rick held him tight against him. Tommy was helpless. Rick was too strong to pull against.
"Don't puke on me faggot," Rick ordered.
Tommy gagged again and Rick released him. Tommy pulled off and gasped for air. Tears streamed down his eyes.
"My cock too much for you faggot?" Rick asked. Then after allowing Tommy to catch his breath he said, "Suck it fag!"
Tommy began to bob up and down on Rick's cock. He opened his throat allowing full penetration. After several minutes Rick pulled out and began to vigorously stroke his dick with his right hand and holding Tommy's head close with his left.
"Keep your faggot eyes and mouth open," Rick commanded as he came close to climax.
Tommy opened his eyes face to face with Rick's pulsating knob. He looked up and Rick's head was tilted back with his mouth open. When Tommy looked back at Rick's massive cock a stream of invading seed shot into his left eye. Several other streams of cum landed on his tongue after that.
"Chew that shit up fag," Rick said.
Tommy swallowed. His left eye was glued shut and stung. Without instruction he lowered his head and kissed each boot saying, "Thank you sir." He straightened up (still on his knees) to see Rick's semi hard card still in his face. Rick cock slapped him several time. Then Rick smeared his man seed stringing off his cock all over Tommy's face with the head of his penis.
As he slowly drug his cock across Tommy's face he asked sarcastically, "Get something in your eye?" He paused and ordered, "Look at me!"
Tommy looked up with his right eye; his left was closed by the wad of cum coating it.
"Both eyes bitch," Rick ordered.
Tommy opened his left eye and looked up. He wanted to wipe it but feared the consequences. Rick began to cock smack him again. With each stroke Tommy could feel Rick's cock harden again. Rick grabbed each side of Tommy's cheeks by inserting his thumbs on either side of Tommy's mouth. Then Rick inserted his meat again into Tommy's mouth and began face fucking him again. With each stroke he pulled Tommy into closer to his crotch with his firm grip. Tommy's throat began to gurgle again from the thrusting cock but Rick did not care. He held his grip firm and began deep throating Tommy faster and faster. Tommy's face turned red and he struggled to breathe through his nose. After several minutes of abuse Rick released Tommy's cheeks and seized the back of his head with lightning speed. His nose bent as it was forced against the jock's hard body. Rick pumped round two of his seed deep into Tommy's throat. Rick held Tommy still for several moments after he came.
After pulling his cock from Tommy's throat Rick held Tommy's head close to his cock and said, "Kiss it." Tommy gently kissed the jock's cock on the knob and then the shaft. After Tommy looked up for further instruction. Tommy's eyes were blood shot and tears rolled. Rick smacked Tommy's left cheek twice saying, "Good faggot."
Tommy remained on his knees watching Rick put his cock back into his pants. Rick flung Tommy's check onto the stall floor and walk away.
Tommy was pleased with the way he served Billy and Brandon but most of all he was proud of the `good faggot' compliment he received from Rick. It would be a pretty good day if the upcoming party wasn't haunting his thoughts.
After school Tommy met Jack in the parking lot. Jack held four empty Mountain Dew bottles in his hands. Tommy could see tobacco debris stuck to the insides of them. He knew they were Jack's spit bottles. Jack was not alone. Cory, one of the linebackers, was walking with him.
"Hey Tommy," Jack said holding the bottles out to him, "I need these spitters out of my truck. They were beginning to reek. Will you take care of them for me? I already dumped them out for you."
"Sure," Tommy said. He took the bottles from Jack.
"Thanks buddy. I appreciate that." Jack said.
Tommy noticed as Cory smirked at Jack.
"I can't wait to hang out at the party tomorrow." Jack said.
"Okay," Tommy said confused. He wondered why Jack was being so nice; even though he was giving him a menial task to take care of.
Jack and Cory walked away and Tommy headed for his car. There was no trash can around so Tommy put them in his backseat floor board. They were capped but Tommy did not want them to leak out in his car. When Tommy sat down in his driver's seat the smell and wet sensation on his ass hit him all at once. He knew exactly where Jack emptied out his stock of used spit bottles. Tommy thought to himself, `This party will be hell.'