Living Under the Boot of Rick – Country Boy Domination |Part XXIII Author: JB jbcountry@yahoo.com [Please feel free to email comments.]
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Conclusion Thanks to all for reading my story; several commented, which was appreciated. This is the final chapter. Peace out!
Chapter 23
Friday morning began as Fridays do for Tommy. There was no excitement for the weekend. His ass lightly throbbed from Rick's latest savage fucking. The sun was bright; but it was cold outside. Tommy stretched in his bed. It felt good causing Tommy to moan. Recalling Rick's dominance over him made him horny. Tommy rubbed his penis through his thin, worn underwear. Before long he was creaming onto his belly and bed sheets. After a moment of bliss, he glanced at his nightstand noticing the blinking light on his cell phone. It indicated a message was waiting which eradicated his bliss and filled Tommy with dread. He never received any good text messages. They were always orders, warnings, or threats.
Today was no different. Two messages were from Brandon.
They read, bj???????' and then later another read, fuck you'
And one message from Billy read, `You FUCKED UP."
`Great,' Tommy thought. He felt the weight of Rick's strict order to serve only him; however, the other alphas would not be understanding. They controlled Tommy too. In a lose/lose scenario such as this, Tommy decided not to text back.
Standing in front of his tiny closet, Tommy examined his limited options. Most of his clothes were unfit for school. In the bottom of his closet was a stack of clothes that suffered the many abuses of his alphas. It was slim pickings, but Tommy managed to find an old pair of jeans and hoodie without rips, manure, or boot stains.
When he arrived at school, Tommy discovered the familiar scene of Jack and Rick eating breakfast off the back of Rick's truck. Tommy passed nearby, expecting to be beckoned for service; but none came. Rick's attention was on his biscuit in hand, and Jack only looked up to stare at him. It was a cold stare indeed. Jack's gaze pierced Tommy and made him anxious. Tommy quickened his pace towards the building. He recalled being chased by Jack; barely escaping his wrath. He feared Jack.
Tommy waited in the cafeteria. He decided not to temp Jason with his presence. His timing was good; he and the teacher walked in at the same time. A wicked smirk on Jason's face greeted Tommy as he took his seat. Concentrating in class was a challenge. Tommy's mind was preoccupied by Jack's cold stare. Tommy feared the consequences of not showing up at the locker room per Jack's instructions.
The day passed slowly, but Tommy managed to avoid contact with his usual alpha jocks. After class Tommy saw Ben in the hallway walking towards the exit so he quickened his pace to catch him.
"Hey Ben," Tommy said.
Ben heard Tommy from behind and slowed to talk.
"Hey cock-blocker," Ben replied in a light-hearted tone.
"Oh yeah," Tommy said embarrassed, "I'm sorry about that."
The two exited the building; stepping away from the path of other students. Most of the students were in a hurry; rushing to their cars to begin their weekend.
"It's cool, I managed to get off twice!" Ben said victoriously.
"Oh," Tommy stuttered, "cool."
"What's up?"
"I just want to thank you and apologize," Tommy replied, "I didn't know you had a girl with you."
"No harm done," Ben paused, "I'd still steer clear of Jack; he's a real dick and has it out for you."
"That's the plan."
"It's a good plan," Jack commented, "Well I gotta meet Julie. She can't get enough of my rod!"
"Okay," Tommy said awkwardly.
"Later," Ben said lightly punching Tommy on the arm as he turned to leave.
"Later," Tommy replied in a whisper, but Ben was already heading to his 4Runner.
Tommy knew Julie would be there too; waiting to be fucked by her man. What a great life,' Tommy thought to himself; realizing just how jealous he was. She's a whore,' Tommy thought and immediately realized the irony in his judgement.
With great anxiety, Tommy drove to the barn. He didn't know how to act around Rick. He also feared that Billy and Brandon would come. How could he deny them? Much to his surprise however, no one was at the barn. In relative peace Tommy cleaned the stalls and finished the closing chores.
The drive home was peaceful. He pulled into his normal parking spot and paused. He noticed a large Dodge truck parked at the back of the complex. The lighting was dim, and it was dark outside. Tommy looked closely to see if it was Jack's truck. There was a multitude of large trucks driven in town. He wasn't sure if it was or not.
`You're paranoid,' Tommy thought to himself. But as he began to turn around he was seized from behind. Panic set it for moments only. Immense pressure from a python of an arm wrapped around his neck. Tommy struggled briefly, but soon fell limp from the choke hold.
The cold wind on his back brought Tommy back to consciousness. He discovered he was gagged. He was disoriented but he realized he was in the back of a moving truck. As he attempted to sit up his bound hands jerked him back down. A large cable tie bound his wrists together and another secured that cable tie to the truck bed. Tommy pulled and yanked but only caused himself pain. Tommy groaned and moaned but his gag muffled any sound. His anxiety peaked as the truck turned onto a dirt road. His tethered body bounced against the unforgiving metal truck bed as it proceeded fast down the rocky road. Tommy finally stabilized himself with his unbound leg when the truck pulled over. He listened as the driver's door opened and he heard a familiar voice which validated his fear.
"Fun ride faggot?" Jack asked.
Tommy said nothing and broke out into a nervous sweat.
Jack hopped into the truck bed and stood ominously over Tommy. With wide eyes Tommy looked up at Jack. Tommy longed for the cell phone in his pocket, but his bound hands prevented any hopes of access.
"Reckon I better take that gag off," Jack said stooping down with a knife in hand, "how else are you gonna tongue polish my boots." As Jack cut the gag he added, "scream all you want; ain't no body gonna hear you."
The cab light and moonlight offered enough light for Tommy to see. A mud coated boot was planted near his face.
"Get to it," Jack ordered.
Tommy, looking at the filthy square toed boot, and said without thinking, "You're crazy?" He immediately regretted the statement, but the circumstances were too much and rational thought eluded Tommy.
"Crazy, huh?" Jack said in a cold tone.
Jack pulled his boot away from Tommy's face. Tommy tried to brace himself as Jack planted his right boot into his stomach. Tommy buckled into the fetal position as Jack kicked him over and over. The pain was intense.
"You" KICK "fucking" KICK "motherfucking" KICK "faggoty" KICK "piece of" KICK "shit!"
Tommy could barely breathe; he was gasping for air when the assault finally ceased.
Immediately Jack placed his muddy boot at Tommy's face again. This time the boot toe bounced off Tommy's lip. He could taste the blood of his busted lip.
Jack warned, "Lick it now; or is more training in order?"
With his tongue out, Tommy lunged at the cruel jock's filthy boot. He frantically licked and licked the tops and sides; scrubbing the dried mud off and swallowing it fast.
"That's better," Jack said as he sat down on the side panel of the truck bed.
Tommy heard Jack packing his can of Skoal. `Fuck,' Tommy thought. He knew what was next and it wasn't long before a stream of sticky hot tobacco spit hit the side of his face.
"Keep cleaning that boot boy," Jack ordered as he spit again; this time hitting Tommy's hair. The smell of tobacco was strong in the cool air. By the time Tommy finished Jack's left boot his face and hair was soaked in tobacco spit. Jack propped his left boot onto Tommy's side and placed his right boot at Tommy's face. Tommy swallowed hard and began licking. Jack had stopped spitting on him. The silence bothered Tommy.
Spit must have welled up inside of Jack's mouth for he unleashed a large amount directly on top of his boot.
"Awe fuck," Jack said, "sorry about that fag. Clean it off for me."
With great dread Tommy began licking the mud soaked in tobacco spit off Jack's boot. Mud caked in Tommy's throat. He endured jeers and snickers from Jack as he choked down the filth off his boots. The tobacco taste caused Tommy to gag and become light headed. A coughing fit ensued; Tommy had to stop servicing Jack boot.
Looking down on Tommy gagging, Jack grew impatient.
Tommy did not notice the boot pull away from his face. He only felt it as it came crashing down onto the side of his face.
"Keep," STOMP; "Licking," STOMP; "My fucking," STOMP; "Boots!"
With a final stomp, Jack's boot replanted in front of Tommy's mouth once more. Tommy's ear rang, he tasted blood from inside of his mouth, and he was sure that, besides a busted lip, one of his teeth was knocked loose. Tommy felt his face swell as he began licking Jack's boot once more. He was in misery.
Jack laughed, looking down on Tommy's bloody face servicing the boot that just stomped him.
His vision was blurry, but out of fear Tommy glanced up at Jack. He was rubbing the crotch of his jeans. `The bastard is getting off on this torture,' Tommy thought to himself.
"Oh fuck," Jack said, "It's time to nut."
Without warning, Jack stood up and pulled Tommy legs; stretching him out on the cold truck bed. Tommy squirmed.
"Hold the fuck still faggot," Jack growled.
Jack savagely pulled Tommy's pants and underwear down; mounting him with great haste. Jack's strong hands seized the back of Tommy's head; forcing it down on the hard truck bed. Tommy yelped as Jack's cock raped his hole. Jack was balls deep inside of Tommy pumping him with all his might. Tommy cried in pain. Jack pressed Tommy's head down with each savage thrust.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!" Jack moaned as he crashed on top of Tommy's back. Tommy felt Jack's warm seed ooze out of him when Jack pulled out. When Jack got up, Tommy returned to the fetal position and whimpered.
"I'm gonna do the world a favor," Jack said coldly.
With no other explanation Jack jumped out of the truck bed. Tommy listened as Jack pilfered inside the cab. Tommy cringed when Jack returned and lowered the tailgate. Jack grabbed both of Tommy's legs. Tommy tried to squirm free, but Jack was too strong. With ease Tommy felt Jack bind his legs with another large cable tie.
"What are you doing?" Tommy asked nervously.
Jack did not respond. Tommy yelped when Jack knelt onto his bound, outstretched arms. Jack cut him free from the truck bed anchor, but his hands were still bound. Then Jack jumped off the bed of the truck and grabbed Tommy's legs.
"No," Tommy yelled as Jack pulled him off the truck bed. Tommy crashed onto the hard ground; knocking the wind out of him.
"What are you doing?" Tommy begged.
"Fucking faggot," was Jack's only response.
"No!" Tommy yelled when Jack produced a rope.
"Help!" Tommy yelled with instinctive self-preservation.
Within seconds Jack had Tommy gagged again. Tommy squirmed but he was easily overpowered by the strong jock who tied a rope to his hands. Tommy's heart raced as his watch Jack secure the other end to the hitch of the truck.
`So, this is how I die?' Tommy thought to himself.
Tommy was frantically watching Jack when he noticed Jack's attention shift down the dirt road. In all the commotion Tommy had not heard another truck approaching. Bright head lights soon shined on Tommy's impending doom. Tommy heard a door open and footsteps, but he was blinded by bright fog lights when he looked towards the other truck.
"What are you doing here?" Jack asked.
Tommy was nearly faint when he heard the punch. Jack's body bounced off his truck and fell limp beside of him.
Rick knelt beside of Tommy and freed him from his gag and rope. With ease he pulled him up; steadying him until Tommy could stand. Jack moaned as he regained consciousness.
"If you know what's good for you; you will stay down," Rick ordered in sheer dominance.
Jack obeyed.
Rick cut the cable ties binding Tommy's hands and legs. Tommy trembled as he pulled his underwear and pants up.
"Come on, I'll take you home," Rick said.
Rick was waiting and leaning on the steering wheel by the time Tommy staggered in the passenger's seat of Rick's truck. Tommy freed his cell phone from his pants and unlocked it.
"What are you doing?" Rick asked.
"Calling the police," Tommy answered softly; choking down tears of fear and frustration.
Rick took the phone from Tommy in one swift motion and explained, "He was just fucking with you."
"Um," Tommy began to argue, but Rick interrupted him.
"He was just fucking with you," Rick repeated in a slow, authoritative voice.
"Okay," Tommy said with a sob.
Rick handed Tommy's phone back to him and watched. Tommy put the phone away.
Rick backed up the truck. The headlights shined on Jack. He remained obediently down, gazing up to Rick's truck.
"Don't worry," Rick assured Tommy, "I'll take care of it."
Tommy `s face and ass were swollen by abuse, but he felt security in Rick's words.
"Thanks for tonight," Tommy said sincerely, "How did you find me?"
Rick did not answer immediately. He retrieved his spitter from the truck console and spit.
"Did you know he was. . . "
"No," Rick interjected, "Brandon asked Billy if he wanted to come help Jack tonight; um," Rick paused, "teach you a lesson."
Rick's response was cryptic, but Tommy read between the lines.
"Billy told me," Rick paused and continued, "That Jack was planning to fuck with you."
"Oh," Tommy said, "Well he did fuck me!"
Rick and Tommy laughed. It was the first and only time they laughed together. It nearly made this traumatic event worth it for Tommy.
When Monday came Tommy drove to school in utter dread. He obeyed his alpha and kept the events with Jack to himself. His mom was concerned about his black eye, but he assured her it was a mere `boys will be boys' fight in the parking lot.
Tommy had a nightmare about being drug behind Jack's truck. It was vivid and seemed real. Tommy could nearly feel the hard road tear flesh from his body. He woke himself yelling a single name, "Rick!"
When he pulled into the parking lot of the school, he was surprised to find Rick and Jack eating breakfast as usual on the back of Rick's tailgate. It was as if the incident never happened. Rick motioned for Tommy to come. Tommy hesitated; but obeyed.
"You know what to do faggot," Rick ordered.
Jack smirked as the two walked off leaving their trash in the back of Rick's truck. Tommy collected their garbage and headed for class.
In his first period class Jason said nothing to Tommy. He wasn't sure how Rick did it, but Jason, Brandon, nor Billy ever bothered Tommy again. For the rest of the school year and the following summer, Tommy only serviced Rick. Keeping his Nikes and boots clean, washing his truck, and taking his loads were glorious tasks he suffered under his master. Nearly each summer night Tommy assisted Rick in keeping his balls empty and boots serviced. During the whole Summer Tommy remained under the boot of Rick and loved every minute of it.
Ten years later
Tommy's eyes were glazed over. The purchase order on his computer screen blurred from hours of gazing at the monitor. His office was large and neat. Perfect stacks of invoices and employee reports were organized on his desk. His trance was broken by the ringing of his office phone.
"Yes," Tommy said groggily to the speaker phone.
"Hey Tom, it's Ryan," a voice said, "I want to introduce you to someone; are you free?"
Tommy perked up and answered his boss, "Yes sir."
Soon after Tommy's office door opened. Ryan entered with a young man following behind him.
"Tom," Ryan said, "This is Cody; our new intern for the summer."
Tommy's heart skipped as he gazed upon the young jock god. He was a beef, corn fed country boy. He was dressed in khakis and a dress shirt, but his dirty boots and a varsity jacket caught his attention. Tommy had remained in the south. After college he went to work for a large factory two counties over.
The young alpha was cocky; not the least intimidated by Tommy or Ryan, the company's chief operations officer. Tommy stood up and extended his hand.
"Hey Tom," Cody said with complete confidence. He shook Tommy's hand with a firm grip.
"Tom is our bean counter – I mean comptroller," Ryan said with a chuckle. "You will be assisting him on Tuesdays."
"I look forward to working with you," Cody replied.
"Yes sir," Tommy said a bit awkwardly.
Ryan gave Tommy a strange look and said, "Cody here is our hopes and dreams for state; he's a hell of a quarterback."
"I'll get the job done," Cody replied with an alpha tone.
"That's what we want to hear," Ryan said, "Hey, you wanna grab some lunch?"
"Hungry as a horse," Cody replied.
"Later Tom," Ryan said; his attention never leaving Cody.
"Have a good lunch," Tommy stuttered, but the two were already exiting his office door.
Tommy nearly squealed with joy when he noticed some caked mud freed from Cody's boots.
Ryan closed the door behind them as they left Tommy's office.
Tommy jumped from his chair and collected the small clump of dirt off his vacuumed office carpet. He returned to his chair and deeply inhaled his new treasure.
"I can't wait for Tuesdays," Tommy said to himself.
He placed the dirt from the tread of Cody's boots onto his tongue. As the taste of alpha boot dirt returned to his palate he sank low into his chair. His dick was rock hard. But as it slowly began to melt a tear formed and rolled down his cheek. Tommy recalled his only love in life; serving Rick.
THE END