Living Under the Boot of Rick – Country Boy Domination |Part III Author: JB jbcountry@yahoo.com
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Part III
Tommy was careful. Oh so careful around Rick. He knew with his incriminating pic and text he was now completely at Rick's mercy. In addition, his two strikes continued to haunt him; one more and who knows what that might mean.
The next couple of days went pretty smooth. Tommy did not see or hear from Rick on Sunday. He saw him at school on Monday but obeyed Rick's rule about speaking to him. Even at the barn Rick stayed to himself. Their only interaction was Rick riding past Tommy on his horse Tank. He stopped briefly, pointed to Tank's stall, and said in a low voice, "Clean it right; no half ass job." Then he spit in Tommy's direction and rode off. Tommy suspected he was being careful so that his dad would not hear. His dad, Tommy's boss, was checking on the horses. He saw Rick speaking with Tommy but could not hear them. He walked up to Tommy and said, "I'm glad you two are getting along."
Tommy smiled (laughing on the inside at his boss's ignorance of the dynamics of his and Rick's relationship) and said, "Yes sir, Rick's real good to me!"
"Splendid. Say, do you ride? You can always borrow one of my horses and go with him on the trail."
Tommy replied, "No sir, I've never ridden a horse before."
His boss smiled and said, "Well the way I've seen you watch Rick when he's riding tells me all I need to know. I will talk to Rick about giving you a lesson."
Tommy, panicking at how that might turn out, said, "Oh no sir, I'm scare of him."
"Him?"
Oh shit,' Tommy thought, That's not what I meant to say.' "Them sir," Tommy said thinking quick, "I'm scared of horses! Riding them I mean."
His boss grew a puzzled look and his face but shrugged it off and went on about his business.
This was no good. He almost blew it twice in one conversation. Tommy would have to be more careful around Rick's dad.
The next day, Tuesday, was a different story though. It started out seemingly positive for Tommy. When he got to school he discovered it buzzing with gossip. Typical high school drama but an opportunity for Tommy. For he quickly learned that the relationship between Rick and his girlfriend supposedly took a turn for the worse and they took a break.' (When the starting quarterback and the most popular girl take a break;' it's big news in a small town high school.) Tommy did not get the details but thought that perhaps he would be needed to relieve a little more pressure in Rick's balls. He had only served Rick's cock twice: eating the first load and wearing the second one. He wanted to be there for Rick; however he did not want piss him off in an agitated state. Tommy decided to just play it cool; well as cool as a lowly subordinate boot licking slave can.
When Tommy arrived at the barn for work he was disappointed to discover that Rick's truck was not there. He must be really upset,' Tommy thought to himself entering the barn. It was quiet in the barn. Peaceful. The evening air was cool but not cold and the light breeze was very refreshing. Tommy discovered a note from his boss on the bulletin board. Please turn out the horses that go in the east pasture.' Tommy understood what that meant. That would only leave four horses left in the barn; the four that are ridden so much they are rarely turned out all night. Tommy grabbed a lead rope and followed his instructions. He passed by Tank's stall (Rick's horse.) Tank was restless and nickering to go out with the other horses. "Sorry buddy," Tommy said, "Master keeps you up so that you are fresh to ride."
"Damn right I do!" Rick said from the other end of the barn.
Tommy nearly jumped out of his skin. Rick had startled him good. "You scared me; I didn't know you were here."
"It's my barn." Rick responded in his alpha tone.
Tommy didn't respond for fear of saying something wrong. He finished his task at hand and turned the last horse out in the pasture. When he returned to the barn Rick was in Tank's stall brushing him off.
"Tank has left you several presents in here. Take care of it."
Tommy grabbed a manure bucket and stall fork and entered the large stall with Rick and Tank to pick out the horse crap. Rick commented, "You're gonna wanna keep this stall cleaner. I'd hate to step in a big pile."
"Yes sir," Tommy agreed. He really did not want Rick stepping in a pile of fresh horse crap. That would be hard to stomach for he knew how he'd be tending Rick's boots. Tommy couldn't help but notice that Rick's mood was atypical for him. It appeared that he was taking his `break' from his girlfriend hard. Tommy had never really had a conversation per se with Rick. Just typical orders between a sub and his master. Against his better judgment he decided he would test the waters.
"Are you alright; something seems to be bothering you?" It seemed harmless. Just an observation from someone who studies your every action whenever and however they can.
"Funny," Rick said. Rick waited. Tommy said nothing. He did not like the way Rick said `funny.' It sounded like he was leading him into a trap. After a moment Rick continued, "I don't remember asking you to speak."
Tommy instantly broke out into a cold sweat. What a dumbass he was. He knew better and yet he couldn't help his stupid self! Rick continued, "I blame myself. I've been way too easy on you faggot." `Too easy?' Tommy thought to himself. Tommy had hoped that he had been experiencing the harsher side Rick.
"Sorry master. I was just concerned." How could Rick be mad about his concern for him?
"There you go again!" Rick stated, "Did I ask you a question?"
Tommy shook his head; careful not to speak.
Rick took his attention away from Tank (who was eating some hay) and leaned up against the stall wall with his arms crosses. He was, of course, wearing his boots (on the outside of his jeans) and a long sleeve athletic t-shirt. "Dad tells me you grew up in a broken home. And a faggot like you with no direction or discipline is bound to fuck up." Rick paused a moment. Tommy was unsure where he was going with this. He was right; for the most part. His father was rarely home; hence the divorce, and his mother preferred to work graveyard shifts. Rick continued, "It's no wonder you're such a bitch. I promise you one thing though; I will give you direction and discipline. Your mistakes will have consequences; that you can bank on fag." Tommy's mind wandered. Was Rick right? Did he lack so much attention, direction, and discipline in his life that he desperately sought them out in a master?
"Your mouthing out will cost you; hmmm let's see, I got it. Each infraction will result in you becoming my personal spittoon for my dip spit or loogie. That's better than soap." Rick told Tommy this with slightly impaired speech for he had stop spitting since Tommy's `mouthing' violation and Rick had a big dip in. "Alright then; on your knees. Time to learn a lesson."
Tommy did not want this. Rick had spit in his mouth once before and it was unpleasant. Tommy nearly puked. This time was different too because Rick's spittle has been welling up in his mouth just for this `lesson.' Despite these facts however Tommy had no choice. He was Rick's slave and punishments were part of that dynamic. Tommy stepped closer to Rick, knelt, and tilted his head back with his mouth wide open. Even though Tommy was being compliant Rick grabbed Tommy's hair from the back of his head and spat. Rick's big stream of dip spit jetted to the back of Tommy's tongue and then down his throat. Rick held his head back until he was satisfied his spittle was swallowed. Tommy gagged, coughed, and tears streamed from his eyes. Rick let him go and said, "Now kiss my boots and thank me for the lesson."
Tommy, still on his knees, leaned forward and caught himself with his hands; still coughing. He leaned forward and kissed Rick's left boot first; pressing his lips hard into the dirty leather. He then did the same for the right boot and returned to his knees and said, "Thank you for my lesson master."
"Now get back to muckin' stalls bitch."
Tommy just nodded; careful not to utter a sound. He finished picking Tank's stall and started on the others. While Tommy worked Rick sat in his chair just outside of Tank's stall. Tommy heard the familiar sound of a beer opening and noticed a brown bag; probably a six-pack based on the size of the bag. Rick's attention was focused on his phone; occasionally texting and watching videos. As Tommy was finishing up the strong sensation of tobacco was starting to fade. He actually felt a little dizzy; what a wuss he was! Tommy noticed that Rick's six-pack of beer was a mere memory; the empties carefully placed back in the bag and he could hear strange moans from Rick's phone. Rick was watching straight porn! `Beer, porn, and a recent break up might be a great combination,' Tommy thought. He was right!
"Get over hear faggot; we're going for a ride."
Tommy had just finished filling the horse's water buckets. He followed Rick to the other end of the barn; opposite of the parking lot. Just outside Tommy saw Rick mount a large four wheeler. Rick stood upright on the pegs and said, "Hop on bitch." Tommy, excited about the change of events, climbed up and sat on the back rack. Rick sat in the seat, started the four wheeler, and said, "Hold on; I don't want to explain your death to dad." Tommy wrapped his arms around Rick only to receive a right elbow. Tommy let go immediately and nearly cried out. "The rack faggot; hold on to the rack." Tommy gripped the sides of the rack with the tightest grip he could muster and then they were off. Rick rode beside the fence line to the pasture and then turn onto the gravel road. He veered off into the dirt track and headed to the woods. This time he rode up the hill and onto a worn trail. Tommy had not noticed the path before. They rode to a level spot and Rick parked. "That fucking porn has made me horny as hell! You're gonna like this faggot!"
"Get off," Rick commanded. Tommy complied. "You know what to do; don't you fag?" The night air was cool and they were surrounded by woods. Rick pulled his dick out and shook it at Tommy, "Suck it."
Tommy found himself on his knees once again in front of Rick with his awesome cock pointing straight at his mouth. He eagerly swallowed Rick's cock; massaging his shaft with his tongue. Rick staggered; he was a little off balance from the beer. Tommy bobbed his head up and down Rick's long shaft for what seemed like an eternity but no load to show for it.
Seeing no progress Rick commanded, "Alright get up and drop your panties." `Holy shit,' Tommy thought elated. He stood up and fumbled his belt loose and dropped his jeans and underwear. Instinctively he turned around and awaited instructions like a good slave attempting to service his master. He was facing the four wheeler. In a swift motion Rick seized the back of his shirt and pushed him forward and down onto the seat. He heard Rick spit; lubing his cock up and then Rick rammed him. It was savage. Tommy squealed loudly. With his right hand Rick reached around and seized Tommy's head covering his mouth with his massive hand. "You're gonna take it all bitch!" Then Rick bred him. With seemingly endless energy Rick thrusted his cock into Tommy's hole. The slightly buzzed state of Rick made his climax hard to achieve. Tommy just knew his ass was ripped and bleeding. The pain and pleasure of the ass rape sent his head swimming. His own erection was causing him pain too. Just when Tommy believe this would continue until dawn Rick fell onto Tommy's back and his entire body began to spasm. Grunts of pleasure rang into Tommy's ear and his body filled with Rick's seed. When Rick was finally still he continued to lay on Tommy's back. He was so heavy. Tommy was having trouble breathing. Tommy feared that Rick might have passed out. Then, just when Tommy thought he would pass out; Rick stood up and put his cock away. "What do you say?"
"Thank you master." Then Tommy stood and pulled his underwear and pants back up and awaited further instructions. Rick mounted the four wheeler and stood on the pegs again; allowing room for Tommy to get on too.
"Let's go."
Tommy happily jumped back onto the four wheeler. He nearly screamed when his ass hit the hard back rack. Recalling what to do; Tommy grabbed the sides of the back rack for the return ride. He was pleased that Rick did not make him walk back like before. On the return to the barn Tommy felt every bump on the trail. His ass throbbed. Rick rode up the gravel road to the barn doors. He stood back up on the pegs allowing Tommy to dismount. "Finish up and be sure to get rid of that bag of beer cans."
"Yes master," Tommy replied. Rick whipped the four wheeler around and took off down the gravel road toward his house. Tommy would never forget this night of discipline, pain, and sheer bliss. He watched Rick until it was out of sight. He took the time to recall the entire event; burning it into his memory. Eventually he turned the lights out and went home.
Tommy only saw Rick in passing at school on Wednesday. How he wanted to serve him again. Later that evening Rick was not at the barn. Tommy had learned that the jocks were hanging out with Rick; a guy's night out. They were being good buddies to their friend who was dealing with a relationship break. Tommy was jealous. He wondered what it would be like to know Rick as a fellow jock; but that would never happen. It's not who Tommy is. Tommy knows his place among men and he does not question it. He was to be completely fulfilled being a sub; especially a sub for Rick. However Thursday Tommy came close to serving another superior.
The incident happened at lunch. Tommy finished eating; by himself as usual, and afterwards he went into the bathroom to piss. Todd had just finished his `business' in a stall and was coming out of the stall just as Tommy was zipping up. Todd was one of the school bullies. He was big and mean but clumsy and less than intelligent. His total lack of commitment and laziness kept him from any school athletics. He wore wife beaters, ripped jeans, and rarely showered. Tommy had made it a policy to avoid him whenever possible.
Todd stopped by the urinal just as Tommy was turning around. "Well what the fuck," Todd said, "my damn sneakers untied." Tommy did not respond and tried to walk past him. Todd grabbed Tommy's arm and yanked him back. His grip was like a vice. "I said tie my fucking sneaker bitch!" Tommy was trapped. If he refused; it was trouble. If he complied; it was trouble. Once a bully takes on a target they do not easily let them off. That is unless the target fights back; that is fights back and wins. Tommy knew his chances of successfully defending himself against Todd was less than stellar. After weighing his options Tommy reluctantly knelt down and tied Todd's grimy worn out sneaker. After his sneaker was tied; and just as Tommy feared, Todd grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the stall where he just took a shit. "I'm gonna learn you not to make me ask twice!" The smell was horrific and, to his terror, Tommy realized Todd hadn't flushed! Tommy tried to pull away but Todd's grip was too much. Just when Tommy thought his plight of a rank swirly was inevitable a familiar voice surface above the commotion.
"Is there a problem here?" It was Rick! Todd stopped and discovered Rick standing close.
"Mind your damn business," Todd said in a tone that was agitated; but not threatening. At least he was smart enough not to challenge the captain and quarterback of the football team. Tommy said nothing. He looked up at Rick with desperate eyes. He was nearly in tears.
"Picking on nerds in a bathroom; really?" Rick said, "Let him go."
Rick offered no spoken threats (albeit implied,) he made no gesture of violence, but merely uttered three words: `let him go.' Todd sighed but then released his grip and Tommy fell the rest of the way to the floor. Tommy jumped up; trapped between Todd and Rick; two pissed off alphas. He wanted out of there for he was about to cry and he did not want an audience.
"Get out of here," Rick said standing aside. Tommy fled from the bathroom and quickly made it to his next class early. The door was unlocked and he took his seat in the empty classroom. What the hell just happened? Rick defended him! It wasn't the most flattering rescue being called out as a nerd, being all helpless, and scared shitless; but a rescue none-the-less. How he wished he could have known what transpired after he tucked-tail and scurried away. Did Rick pummel the guy for attacking his property? Was he under his protection now? Would he pay dearly for putting Rick in that awkward situation? So many questions but no answers.
That evening at work Tommy was just about finished with his chores when Rick arrived. Tommy had already given up on Rick showing up. Rick spoke to Tank but then made his way to Tommy. Tommy was putting a bale of hay in a wheelbarrow to feed the horses left in the barn.
"So I had to save your sorry ass today?"
The inflection of Rick's voice was more of a question than a statement so Tommy figured it was safe to reply, "Yes master; I owe you a great debt. I was so fortunate that you showed up. Thank you master; thank you."
Rick crossed his arm and replied, "Well fortune did play a part I guess. I did not know that jackass was in there but I did see you going in. I wanted to let you know that I got my essay paper back."
"An `A' I hope?"
"Yeah, it was. I thought you should know." Rick paused for a moment. "Of course you know that means you'll be writing more for me?"
"I will work hard on them for you master. Nothing but the best for you" Rick shook his head and smiled. He actually smiled. It was the first time Tommy ever witnessed a sincere smile on Rick's face.
Rick put his hand on Tommy's shoulder and said, "You may turn out okay after all; (he paused briefly) under my direction of course." That was the nicest thing his master ever said to him; and actually mean! This day was turning out to be one of the best days of Tommy's life. Then Rick's cell phone buzzed.
Rick pulled his phone from his pocket and said, "It's my dad." He answered the call, "What's up dad? No; what did Dana bring you today? Tommy knew that Danna was one of the regular boarders at the barn.
Rick's demeanor changed in a heartbeat. "I can explain dad. No I'm not drinking beer every night at the barn. I just needed to take the edge off. I just ... It was only ... Yes sir. I'm on my way."
Rick was silent. He glared at Tommy and put his phone back in his pocket. "Forget something faggot fuck up?
Tommy's heart raced. He recalled what he'd forgotten. There was no excuses besides the distraction of their erotic time in the woods. He had no words. No defense. He just fucked up and now Rick was busted.
Rick seized Tommy by the throat with his left hand. Streams of tears poured from Tommy's eyes. How could he be so stupid; so forgetful? Rick cocked his right arm with his fist clinched. He was so angry his body shook. Tommy's toes barely touched the ground for Rick had raised him up by his throat.
"I'm so sorry master." Tommy said in a distressed voice. He stared at Rick's fist standing ready to fire. Rick took a deep breath and squeezed his throat a little tighter. Tommy closed his eyes awaiting the wrath of Rick's fist fueled by his rage. But the punch never came. Rick released him and slowed his breathing in an attempt to calm himself. Tommy fell to his knees and looked up desperately at his master. A master he wanted; no needed so badly to please; and yet he failed him miserably. Rick held up three fingers inches from Tommy's shamed face and said, "That's three faggot." Without another word Rick left to face his father.