Living Under the Boot of Rick – Country Boy Domination |Part XV Author: JB jbcountry@yahoo.com [Please feel free to email comments.]
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Part XV
It was nearly 4:00 in the afternoon when Jack busted back into the garage. Ever since Jack popped Tommy in the mouth, Tommy had been crouched in the corner licking clean an assortment of old sneakers, cleats, and boots. Jack strolled up to Tommy with a partial bottle of water. Tommy eyed the prize with great interest.
"Well?" Jack inquired in a strange voice.
Tommy looked up to see a packed lip and swelled cheeks. Jack's mouth was welling up a lot of dip spit. Tommy looked back down, eyeing the bottle of water. It was only a third full but he wanted it bad.
"I finished sir," Tommy said in a dried out, cracked voice, "so I started over." Tommy was holding one of Jack's insulated hunting boots.
Jack made an inaudible sound of affirmation inspecting Tommy's work. He twisted the cap off the water bottle, put it to his lips, and unleashed a mouthful of dark tobacco spit into the water bottle. The clear water turned instantly to a dark tea color with Skoal bits dancing around.
"Shew. That's better!" Jack informed Tommy, "I was about to drown." He held the bottle down to Tommy and, with a coy smile, said, "I brought you some water. I figured you were thirsty by now."
Tommy accepted the bottle of water and out, of his desperation, downed the entire contents. It tasted nasty and the bits of loose Skoal burned his dry throat as it went down; but it was ultimately refreshing.
"Thank you sir," Tommy said.
"Sure thing faggot," Jack replied with a snicker. Jack looked around the garage and said, "Looks okay, but you better leave before my dad gets home. He hates faggots more than me!"
"Leave sir?" Tommy asked with concern, "Will you take me back to the barn?"
Jack crossed his arms and said, "You don't expect much do you faggot?"
Tommy replied, "I'm sorry, I should have followed you here in my car."
"You think!" Jack said sarcastically.
Tommy couldn't remember if he just jumped in the back of Jack's truck (as was customary with Rick,) or if Jack had commanded him in the back of it. Regardless he needed a ride back.
"I tell ya what," Jack said, "It's an inconvenience for me but I will take you back for $20."
`What an asshole!' Tommy thought to himself as he pulled his wallet out. Tommy only had $27 to last him for the week. He pulled out his twenty dollar bill and offered it up to Jack.
Jack snatched the money and stuffed it into his pocket and said, "Come on then faggot."
Tommy followed Jack out of the garage and got into the back of his truck. He noticed Jack looking at him with a smirk.
"Aren't you just a sight," Jack said. "Stick out your tongue."
Tommy stuck his tongue out as commanded while Jack took a picture with his phone. Jack turned the phone around to Tommy so that he could see the embarrassing pic. Tommy was not proud of the picture. His lip was swollen and his tongue and mouth were brown from licking boots and cleats. His teeth had bits of dirt, or at least Tommy hoped it was dirt, between them from scraping the dried mud between the spikes of the cleats.
"I bet your parents are so proud of what you have become," Jack said with harsh sarcasm.
Tommy looked up at Jack. He was boiling inside but what could he say? Then he noticed Jack brighten up and say, "Lookie there!" He reached down for an old spit bottle in the bed of his truck.
Jack held out the Mountain Dew spitter to Tommy saying, "It's your lucky day! I found another drink for you faggot."
Tommy took it from Jack as expected. He slowly opened it and instinctively smelled the contents. It was rancid! Who knows how long the spit bottle had been in the back of Jack's Dodge. Tommy grimaced at the smell and quickly pulled his head away from it.
"Bottoms – fucking - up!" Jack growled.
Tommy pleaded with Jack, "Please don't make me."
Jack balled is right hand into a fist and cupped it with left; slowly popping each knuckle. After his last knuckle popped Jack reminded Tommy, "Do you remember what happened the last time you told me no fag?"
Tommy's lip still hurt. He suspected that Jack's right stab to his lip was not nearly 100% of what the country boy was capable of. He also remembered the quick work Jack made of Evan, a trained fighter, in the park. Jack's furry unleashed on Evan was only stopped by Rick; Tommy's real alpha who seems to have fallen off the grid.
Jack leaned over the side of the truck and, in a threatening tone, started counting.
"One. Two. Three."
Out of fear Tommy put the bottle back to his mouth and turned it up. The rancid dip spit, soured by time, was too much for his gag reflexes. Tommy's body spewed it back out with a gagging cough. Then Tommy witnessed the unthinkable.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Jack yelled pulling away from the truck. Jack pulled his shirt to his burning eyes and frantically started to rub the dip spit out. "I'm gonna fucking destroy you!" Jack said rubbing his eyes.
Tommy succumbed to total fear. His flight instinct kicked in and he jumped from Jack's truck and started running down the road. Tommy knew his stamina would not outlast Jack's so he sprinted through a yard and zig zagged around to an area of thick bushes. Tommy jumped into the bushes and slowed his breathing. Tommy recalled his `hunting trip' with Jack and Rick and hoped for a different outcome. His heart raced as he heard Jack coming for him but, much to his temporary fortune, Jack ran past the bushes in hot pursuit.
Tommy waited in the bushes. He hoped that the homeowner would not find him. He was at the side of the house and he could not see any windows. He waited for an hour. He thought he had heard Jack's truck but he could not be sure. It seemed to Tommy that everyone drove trucks in Georgia.
Realizing that he couldn't live in the bushes; although he considered it, Tommy stepped out and made his way to the road. His stomach hurt and he thirsty. He didn't know if it was from all the shoes he licked, the dip spit he drank, or the primal fear of Jack's future vengeance.
Tommy eventually walked to a gas station. It had a decent size convenience store. Inside he purchased a Coke to help settle his stomach. Now he was down to five dollars to last the week. He sat in one of the small booths at the lunch counter which was closed. His mother was at work. He had no friends to call on. With limited options, he decided to try Ben. Ben was the only person he knew might be willing to assist him.
`Will you help me please,' was the only thing that Tommy could think to text. Much to his surprise his phone alerted him to a text message rather quickly. Tommy hesitate but checked it. His heart sank.
`I don't help fags.'
He couldn't fight it anymore. Tears rolled. Tommy laid his head on the table and sobbed quietly. He didn't mean to spit on Jack but that didn't matter. Tommy did not reply to the heartless text. He figured that bridge was burned. A few minutes later his phone alerted him to another text. Tommy didn't look; he remained still with his head on the table. When his phone buzzed again he finally checked the two messages.
`whats wrong'
`are you okay??????'
They were both from Ben. Tommy simply replied, `no.'
`how can I help?' Ben texted.
Tommy replied, `I need a ride stranded at a QuikPik near Jacks house.' Tommy waited; expecting the worse.
`I know it well be there in 15,' Ben informed.
`thx,' Tommy simply replied.
Time seemed to crawl. Tommy checked his phone, only ten minutes had past. He looked out the large window and saw an SUV slowing for the gas station. It was Ben's Toyota. Tommy's heart sang at the sight; although he was nervous to face Ben. Their friendship suffered greatly since the party where Tommy was exposed as a bootlicking faggot. Nevertheless Tommy exited the gas station and stood at the curb. The Toyota pulled in close. The passenger side window rolled down and Ben said, "Get in."
Tommy got into the SUV and put on his seat belt. Ben was leaned forward with both arms resting at the top of the steering wheel assessing Tommy.
"Where to?" Ben asked.
"My cars at work," Tommy said softly.
Ben said nothing more. He back out of the spot and headed down the road. It was awkward and quiet for several minutes. Eventually Ben asked, "So . . . .," he paused for a response.
Tommy looked up to see Ben staring at him. He deserved some kind of explanation so Tommy said, "It's been a hard day sir."
"Enough with the sir crap," Ben interjected, "tell me what happened." Ben's tone was direct and forceful. He sounded like a parent commanding an explanation.
Tommy took a deep breath and unloaded on Ben. He left out the incident with Brandon but informed Ben of the day's events. Ben was surprising nonjudgmental and simply listened to Tommy. By the time Tommy finished his recap of the day they were on the highway near the barn driveway. Ben slowed the SUV down and pulled off the side of the road.
"Well I must say I have many questions and few answers," Ben finally said.
Tommy sighed and looked down.
"But it seems as though your dumbass has been through enough today," Ben said with surprising compassion (less the dumbass comment.) "So I'm gonna take you to your car and you're going to get in it and drive home. Things are always better the next day."
"I have to feed hay and close the barn," Tommy said.
"Of course you do," Ben said sarcastically.
Tommy looked back down. He felt so weak and ashamed.
"Well, I can be a little late to Sunday Night Football dinner I guess," Ben said, "Besides, I haven't seen the horses in a while."
"You don't have to do that," Tommy said.
Ben cocked his head and with much confidence said, "I know." Then he smiled and drove to the barn.
When they arrived Tommy asked, "What if Rick or Jack come?"
"Well I doubt they'll show up," Ben said, "In fact, I'm supposed to be with them now." Then Ben gently punched Tommy on the arm and added, "At Jack's house; wanna come?" He laughed.
"That's not funny," Tommy said.
"Oh yes it is!" Ben said. Then both of them laughed.
Tommy hadn't laughed in a long time. It was nice.
"How'd you think I got there so fast?" Ben asked.
"Now I feel bad," Tommy said realizing he was on his way to hang out with his friends. "Jack's gonna be so pissed and make the entire football team come after me."
"Really?" Ben said, "I doubt he mentions it at all."
"You think?" Tommy said.
"I think," Ben replied.
"I bet he does," Tommy said.
"Okay, I will let you know," Ben said, "But a bet's a bet; looser has to . . ." Ben thought for a moment and then declared, "Drink a bottle of Jack's dip spit!" Ben laughed again.
"You're just mean," Tommy said getting out of the car.
Ben was still laughing as he followed Tommy into the barn.
Ben walked around talking to the horses while Tommy fed hay and closed the barn. On their way out Tommy asked Ben, "Seriously, what should I do."
"Well the way I see it there's not much you can do," Ben said.
"Very helpful," Tommy said.
Ben opened his SUV door and leaned onto it. He looked sexy as hell with his ball cap turned backwards and curly hair sticking out from all sides.
"I don't know much about your . . . um . . . deal," Ben said, "But it seems like Rick started this fucked up mess by sending you with Jack; so, I would talk to him about it."
"He'll just kick my ass," Tommy said.
"Maybe so," Ben replied, "But who would you rather get your ass kicked by?"
Tommy shook his head in agreement as Ben sat in his driver's seat. Tommy walked up and grabbed the door and said, "Thank you; I'll give you some gas money when . . ."
"Shut up," Ben interrupted, "Look," Ben paused and then continued, "I was a dick at the party and not so nice when you first texted me today; let's call it even."
"Well, thanks again," Tommy repeated.
"Of course," Ben said with a tone of caution, "we're even until I win the bet tonight; say, is that spit bottle still in the bed of Jack's truck?'
"You are nasty mean," Tommy said. Ben smiled, shut his door, and drove away.
How Tommy wished he could be the proverbial fly on the wall at Jack's house tonight.
Tommy headed to his car and opened the door. The smell of straight guy piss nearly knocked him down. Jack had pissed everywhere but primarily in the driver's seat. Tommy looked in his cup holder and recognized the Mountain Dew bottle from early. Ben would be disappointed because it was upside down and open in his cup holder. The cup holder had only a few drops spit in it so Tommy knew it was poured out somewhere as well. The dashboard, steering wheel, seat, and vents all were wet from some bodily fluid from Jack.
More disturbing then that was the notion that Jack was there. He had looked for Tommy and had to settle for trashing his car. Tommy hoped that Ben was correct and speaking to his alpha, Rick, would save him from the wrath of Jack.
Tommy didn't hear from anyone until just before midnight. He was in bed when his phone buzzed. It was Ben.
`I won the bet!' Ben texted.
Tommy was curious and asked Ben, `did he seem pissed?'
`his eye was bloodshot u nailed it!!!'
`not excited about that,' Tommy replied.
`l8r,' Ben closed.
Tommy's anxiety grew. He suspected that Rick was still up and driving home from Jack's house. He figured he couldn't get into any worse trouble so he decided to text him.
`sir, I need to talk to you please.'
Tommy waited. He nervously held his phone in his hand. He wanted it to alert him to a new text almost as much as he wanted it not to. It felt like hours but only minutes had passed. He started to scroll through his social media app when a text came. Tommy looked at the alert for a good minute until he opened it. It was from Rick. Tommy's heart raced.
`yes we do.'
The text was none to helpful. It was misery. All the degrading treatment from the alphas couldn't compare to what he was going through now. Then his phone buzzed again.
`meet me in the school parking lot at 7.'
Tommy simply replied, `ok.'
The next morning was cold and brisk. It was much colder than the previous day. A very light frost covered his windshield. The smell of urine hit Tommy's senses as soon as he opened his car door. Tommy was grateful it was not summer. His car would be unbearable in the Georgia heat. Despite the colder weather Tommy's palms sweated on the way to school. When Tommy arrived there were very few cars in the student parking lot. Rick's truck was not there. Tommy's anxiety grew. School started at 8:00 and soon students would be pulling in. Tommy noticed it was 7:09 when Rick's truck pulled in. Rick parked beside Tommy. Rick's giant Chevy truck dwarfed his tiny old sedan. Tommy got out of his car. Rick rolled his window down partway.
"It's too fucking early and too fucking cold for this shit; get in," Rick snapped.
Get in? Tommy had never been permitted to get in Rick's truck before. He didn't know if Rick wanted him in the truck's bed (his normal spot) or the cab. Sitting in the bed while Rick was in the cab made no sense so Tommy slowly eased around the side of the Chevy. He looked through the passenger side window and could see Rick impatiently motioning him inside. Tommy opened the door and pulled himself into the cab.
"Shut the door peter-breath, you're letting the heat out," Rick instructed.
Rick was sitting back with his arms crossed. His facial expression was one of total frustration and annoyance.
"You're truck is huge," Tommy said gazing outside the windshield.
"Are we here to talk about my truck?" Rick asked.
"Sorry sir," Tommy said. "I fucked up."
"You're damn right you fucked up."
"I know," Tommy said with his head low.
"I hate hearing your faggoty voice talk," Rick growled, "Your mouth is best sucking my dick or licking my boots."
Rick paused. Tommy said nothing. He figured as much.
"But," Rick finally said, "I want to hear what you have to say about yesterday. Make it brief and for fucks sake not whiney. What you tell me depends on how you spend the holidays; in or out of the hospital."
Tommy drew a long breath and started with, "Jack is a prick."
Rick raised an eyebrow. Tommy paused for a reaction. He had surprised himself with his opening plea for mercy.
"Oh, really," Rick said.
"Yes," Tommy continued, "He abused me, he punched me, I did everything he asked, and I even paid him to take me back to the barn." Tommy was fighting emotion as he spoke.
"Starting to sound whiney," Rick interrupted.
"Sorry," Tommy said slowing down, "Then, on a soured stomach, he wanted me to drink an old bottle full of his spit. My reflexes couldn't take it and I spewed it up. I didn't mean for it to hit him."
"Then what happened," Rick asked.
"I ran," Tommy said.
"You outran Jack?"
"I had a little bit of a head start but I felt like I was running for my life," Tommy admitted.
"You probably were," Rick said seriously.
"Yeah well, I hid in some bushes and he ran past me. Then he went for me at the barn and pissed in my car and poured out his spit bottle all over it." Tommy was getting emotional again so he slowed himself back down and took another deep breath.
"The way I see it," Rick said, "If Jack tells you drink his spit bottle; then you drink his spit bottle."
Tommy was totally defeated at Rick's statement. He buried his head deep within his hands and muffled, "I tried sir."
Tommy heard Rick take a long deep breath. After a long pause of silence Rick asked, "Why do you do it? All this slave shit?"
He sounded like Ben although Tommy had never heard Rick ask that question before. In fact, this was the longest conversation Tommy ever recalled having with Rick.
At this point Tommy felt he had nothing to lose and admitted, "Because I want to serve you. You!" Tommy looked up at Rick who was staring back at him. Despite his best efforts tears welled in his eyes. Tommy felt a single tear stream down his cheek.
Rick looked away and then in his rear view mirror. Tommy heard the sound of an approaching truck. He turned his head to look out the truck's rear window. To his horror it was Jack's Dodge approaching. Tommy looked back over at Rick and then put his face back into his hands.
Jack parked next to Rick. Tommy heard the truck door open and close. A muffled threat breached the Chevy's window. Tommy knew Jack was standing at the passenger door but he didn't look. He figured he was about to get the beating of his life when he heard the electronic pop lock his door. Then Tommy heard Jack try to open the door only to discover it was locked. Rick rolled down his window and Jack walked around to talk.
"What the fuck?" Jack snapped at Rick, "Open the fucking door I need to deal with your faggot."
"You're right Jack," Rick said.
Tommy's heart sank at Rick's reply.
"Well open the fucking door then," Jack snapped again.
"You're right," Rick repeated himself, "He is my faggot and I will deal with him."
Tommy's heart began to race. Jack was speechless.
Rick opened the door and Tommy looked up to see what was going on. Rick stood toe to toe with Jack. Rick was bigger than Jack; the alpha of the two. But Jack was angry and Tommy did not know what to expect from the testosterone filled raw emotions of Jack.
In a clear, articulate voice Rick looked at Jack and repeated himself, "I will deal with the faggot." Then Rick continued, "The fag needs to work on his gag reflexes and I will see to that. I will deal with him; not you!"
"This is some fucked up shit," Jack said and stormed back to his Dodge and drove off like a bat out of hell.
Rick unlocked the doors and remained outside of his truck. Tommy understood what that meant and got out of the truck. He walked over to Rick standing tall in camo jacket, tight Wrangler jeans, and those awesome boots of his.
Tommy was overwhelmed by Rick's compassion and fell to his knees. He planted his face in Rick's boots kissing them multiple times with deep gratitude.
"Get up," Rick commanded.
"Yes sir," Tommy said with joy and he sprang up before Rick. Tommy was smiling out of pure relief. Rick cocked his head for a moment and the rest was a blur. In a flash Tommy merely caught a glimpse of a large fist coming at him. The impact was profound. Tommy fell back into the side of his sedan and crashed to the ground. He could feel his eye begin to swell instantly. The boot Tommy had been worshipping only seconds earlier landed on his chest pinning him hard on the ground. Tommy looked up frantically but his vision was blurred. He nearly lost consciousness. The nasally sound of Rick hacking up a loogie filled the cold air followed by the spray of alpha spit on Tommy's face.
"Consider yourself dealt with faggot," Rick growled. The pressure of Rick's planted, heavy boot increased as he shifted his weight into it and step over Tommy. Rick stopped to say, "We'll work on those gag reflexes of yours later." Then he walk away.
"Yes sir," Tommy replied in a whimper but Rick was gone.
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