Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2012 15:35:30 -0600 From: Andrew Davidson <in.the.arms.of.angels564@gmail.com> Subject: Dominant Country Boy Author's Note: I've noticed a server shortage of younger dominating older stories on Nifty. So I figured I'd write my own. Yes, I'm from OK and that's where this story stemmed from, but no, it isn't based on a true story.. just my fantasies. It involves a 15 year old dominating a 24 year old and if that doesn't appeal to you then help yourself to one of the thousands of vanilla daddy/twink type stories on nifty :) Enjoy. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I had just moved into my house in Warner, Oklahoma. Population..1,400. Coming from Fargo, North Dakota, that was a big culture shock to me. I had never even visited Oklahoma before. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. All I knew was that a construction company was paying me really, really well to manage their home office network. I wasn't gonna refuse a six figure salary for anything, not with the trouble I'd been having as a new grad. So yeah, I am only 24 years old, 6 months fresh out of graduate school. I've always been open about my sexuality, but my first trip to the local grocery store exposed me to a stereotypical Southern culture. I wasn't so sure how my gay lifestyle was going to mesh with this traditional atmosphere. The cashier who was ringing up my would-be dinner for that night was a teen named Randy. He looked pretty young in the face, but not anywhere else. My eyes flicked about his body as I watched his veiny biceps bulge as he put the gallon of milk into a bag for me. "How old are you? You look a bit young to be working." I asked him. "Sir, I'm fifteen and I've been workin' since I was 6." his voice was surprisingly deep and a distinct Southern twang drenched his words. "Most teenagers don't have the dedication to go to work, that's all. I didn't mean to offend." I said quickly. "Most teenagers? Where you from, sir? I help my daddy every day on our ranch. This ain't nothin'." "I'm from North Dakota. I'm new in town." I smiled gently. "Nice to meet, you sir. But that don't tell me much. What's your name?" He reached out his muscular arm across the counter, extending his hand. I lightly shook his hand, not expecting a 15-year old to possess such a bone-crushing grip. I winced and let go as soon as he let me. "My name is Lee." I told him as I massaged my hand below the counter so he wouldn't see. "Well, Lee. You need any help movin' your stuff? You said you was new here. Or did ya pay some boys to get all that for you?" his brown eyes bore into me, as if he was sizing me up. "No, I didn't actually. I'd appreciate it if you could get your dad or something to help." I smiled. He gave me a slight grin. "Sir, my pa's pretty busy. I have a feeling I won't have any trouble moving whatever it is you got." With that he put his arms on the counter, showing his bulging arm muscles. A bushy tuft of arm pit hair exposed itself from under his short sleeves, and I simply stared in astonishment. This kid was only 15, but he was clearly years ahead of his age. He stepped from behind the counter and gave me a full view of his body. He was at least 6'4, whereas I was a mere 5'8. His wranglers hugged his jeans tightly which showed off just how thigh his thighs and calves were. And finally, his boots must have been at least a size 14. They were huge! "No offense intended, but I didn't know people actually wore wranglers and boots. Not that I've ever seen, anyway." I said sheepishly. He smirked at me again and said, "Ain't you a city boy? Look at you, wearing slacks and a dress shirt. You know where you're at? The most country person you probably ever seen was a business man droppin' fifty thousand on a truck just for show. I'm gonna get you learned real good on what a real country boy is like." he laughed, and although he sounded innocent, I got chills. I wanted to snap out of my lust. He was only fifteen, after all. But I couldn't! He was made of masculinity from the ground up. "When do you get off?" I asked him. "We're gonna leave now." he told me. "Hey Sammie, can you close up?" he shouted to the back. "Alright!" a young female voice came from the back of the office. "Let's go then." I smiled, slightly taken aback by his assertiveness. I lead the way out, walking towards my BMW but he grabbed a hold of me and stopped me in my tracks. "We'll take my truck." He said sternly. "Will my car be okay here?" I asked nervously. He kind of looked at me, bewildered. "You ain't in the city no more, Lee. Relax." So I walked up to his black Dodge and tried to avoid getting dirt on my dress pants as I got in the passenger seat. It was hard, though, because his truck was lifted pretty high off the ground and his running boards were completely covered in dried up mud. But I didn't complain. I didn't want him to make fun of me. "I don't mean to offend you, but isn't it illegal for you to be driving? You don't have a license." I said. "Haha damn, you really are from the city ain't ya? I've been drivin' since I was 10 or 11. First thing I learned how to drive was my daddy's tractor, and you're scared of me drivin' this truck? Listen bud, I can drive a one ton truck with a thirty foot long horse trailer behind me on the interstate. I ain't worried about this little truck." he smirked at me. I also noticed he wasn't wearing his seatbelt, but he didn't seem to care. "So where d'ya live sir?" he asked. "I live a bit north of town, past the cemetery. It's a gravel road just off of the highway." I explained. We made it to my house, and I was surprised at how well he drove. I felt myself relax a little. "You got a nice place, sir." he told me. "Thanks Randy, but you don't have to call me `sir'. I'm still in my 20s." "Sorry, Lee. Just how I was raised. But I'll stop that. Now I see you got all your stuff kind of scattered around the room. Why don't you tell me where you want that couch first?" he asked. "Randy, I'm sure you're pretty strong, but I don't know if I feel comfortable with you lifting that sofa by yourself. It's probably about 200 pounds. I'll help you." I said, moving closer to the opposite end of the sofa. "Listen Lee, that's nice of you and all, but I'm around 220 pounds myself. I've spent all my life wrestlin' steers that weigh a hell of a lot more than 200 lbs. I ain't scared none, and you best just stay back and watch `cause I don't want you hurtin' yourself. Tell me where you want this couch." I noticed that this time, he was giving me a command. `Tell me', not asking, but instructing me. I knew immediately that he had won the argument, so I moved back and asked him to move it against a back wall. Without struggling a big, he lifted the sofa clean off the wooden floors and walked backwards with it. Gently, he placed it back onto the ground and lightly rearranged it so it was straight. He wasn't even sweating when he turned back to look at me. "What next?" he asked. Piece by piece, I watched this 15-year old redneck toss around my furniture like they were stuffed animals. "Anything else, Lee?" he asked me finally. "Wow, Randy! You did all that in about 15 minutes. You were really fast. That's insane! Here, let me get my wallet. You deserve some money for that work!" I scrambled for my wallet until he placed a big hand on my small shoulders and said, "With all due respect, Lee, I don't need your money. I got plenty of my own." he said. I looked him up and down and realized he was probably right.. his boots looked like they were worth 3 of my house payments, and these were clearly work boots. "Well, surely you're tired after all that lifting. Why don't you let me give you a massage? And why don't you take off those boots and relax?" I asked, smiling at him. "Lee, I dunno what you were like when you were 15, but I have more stamina than a raging bull. I could go pull my truck back to the grocery store with my bare hands if I wanted. Lifting some TVs and furniture ain't enough to get me tired. But sure, I'll take a massage. Been a long time since anyone gave me one of those." he looked at me with that same piercing look. "Surely you're not going to wear your boots while you're relaxing? Just take them off and lay down on the couch." I said warmly. "Yeah, I'll take off my boots, but I'm gonna warn you, I got up at 4 in the mornin' today and worked on the ranch with my daddy till noon. Then I went and mowed some lawns for some ladies in town, then played football with some friends at the high school. After that I went workin' at the store. I've been wearing these boots without socks for about 18 or 19 hours straight. My feet ain't gonna smell clean, that's for sure. And if you ain't got nothin' against it, I'm gonna take off my shirt and jeans. It'll make it easier on you and more comfortable on me. " he told me. I nearly popped a boner right then, but I managed to recollect myself. "Look Randy, you just helped me a bunch and you deserve to be comfortable while you're here. I don't care what that entails. Take off your boots if you want to and I will put up with the consequences." I told him. So he started by taking off his wife beater, and he was thickly built like I imagined he'd be. He wasn't a little skinny ripped kid like I had heard about these rednecks being. Instead, he was truly built like a bull. I can see how he weighed over 200 lbs, because while he wasn't fat, his muscles were complemented by a very thick build. He had already begun to grow chest hair.. more than I had, anyway. He didn't hesitate to take off his wranglers right afterwards, but for a moment I thought he wasn't going to be able to. His thighs were just as hairy as his chest, and they were very thick. His calves were equally built, and while they weren't ripped, as he lifted up his leg to take his boots off, I could see the muscles in them bounce to life. He finally got his boots off, and his feet were magnificent. They were huge! I got light headed as the scent he had warned me about instantly started wafting up to my nose. He laid himself down on the couch, leaving a little bit of room for me to sit at the end between his feet. "Your feet are really rough looking. Do they hurt?" I asked him. "Lee, look at my hands. Don't they look rough too? Wanna know why? `Cause I'm a workin' man. I ain't even 18 yet and I got calluses all up and down my hands and feet. Do I care? Nope. I don't get hurt very easy and things like that don't bother me. I'm proud of being a blue collared man. So why don't you stop asking questions and get down there. Start massagin' my feet." he looked down at and smirked once more. I felt a bit taken aback. Did he just order me to massage his feet? I lifted up and started to protest. "Hey, Randy. You've helped me a lot but this is still my house. You can't order me around." He didn't like that at all. "Actually, city boy. Lemme fill you in on somethin' real quick. When you say you're gonna do somethin', you do it. That's why I came down here and lifted all that shit for ya. So you wouldn't have to call some burly men to do it since you're too weak. You said you were gonna massage my feet and that's what you're gonna do. If you give me any more lip, it'll be the end of you. Now get your head back down there or I can just as easily wrap these thighs around your neck and choke you out. Who knows what I'll do then?" he never let his stare wander away from my eyes. I was in awe. I didn't expect such a polite guy to have an aggressive side. I did as he told and let my body sink back down onto the couch so my face was in front of his dirty feet. I glanced up at his thighs and trembled a bit. He was indeed very powerful looking and I didn't have to think twice about which I'd rather do: massage his feet, or feel the strength of those pythons. The stench of his feet was almost too much for me to bear. It was intoxicating. I had worshipped the feet of teenagers before, but they were all city boys. Randy's feet were dirty and smelly from a day full of hard work. That couldn't be beat. I massaged his feet as best as I could, but they were very tough and my soft hands were weak. I hadn't done a day of manual labor in my life and it showed. "You're a weak little guy, Lee, but your soft hands feel good on my feet. Keep going." Randy said softly, back to his nice persona. I kept rubbing his feet and taking in the smell. "Do you mind if I smell your feet, Randy? Please." I asked him, swallowing any pride I had left. I was at this 15-year old stud's feet begging to smell them. He flashed his sexy smirk and said, "Alright, if that's what you're into." I nearly squealed with joy as I put my nose to his big foot and took a big sniff. I even put my nose between his big toe and his long middle toe and inhaled the dirt and all between them with my nose. "OK, Randy. I'm gonna massage your leg. I'll be getting close to your package but don't be embarrassed. I promise I won't touch them." I reassured him although I doubted his balls would be big enough to be in the way anyway. "You think my package is something to be embarrassed of?" Randy said quickly, sitting up. "Er, I can't really say. I'm just saying, most guys aren't comfortable with themselves.. especially at your age." I trembled a bit. The last thing I wanted to do was piss off this redneck. "Maybe you need a little background info about me. When I was 12, I was in Tulsa with some older friends. We were at a party and we were the only country folk there. Some older guys were shotgunning beers and acting like they was drunk off their asses. So I took the rest of the 24 pack from them and drank them all one after another without stopping. They were pissed and shouted something like, `What's this 12 year old doing at a party anyway?' I can hold my liquor pretty damn well so I stared at him with a straight face and said, `This twelve year old is about to whoop your ass and fuck your girlfriend.' I can be pretty rowdy when I need to be. He didn't like that and he tried to take a swing at me, but I just catch his arm and snapped it like a twig. I could tell what little strength he did have came from a gym, and I spent a good five minutes showing him the difference between farmboy strength and gym strength. So anyway, I took his girlfriend, think she was about 20, into his bedroom and threw her on his bed. Even at 12 years old, I was about 5'11 and stocky. She looked at me and said, `You're really only 12? And you just outdrank those college boys and whooped my boyfriend's ass?' I smirked at her and said, `Yeah, and you're about to be screaming at the top of your lungs.' She laid back and let me take her. Most young guys get off really fast on their first time. The sense of pleasure is too much for them. But not me. I'm a stud through and through. I fucked her for about two hours straight, nonstop. After I got done cumming inside of her, I got off the bed and wiped my cock on her face. She was amazed." My jaw dropped in amazement. "Have you always been dominant like that?" I asked him outright. "I forced you to massage my feet, didn't I? I convinced you to leave your 50,000 dollar car in an unknown place, didn't I? I could force you to give me all your money if I wanted. I could make you clean my ass with your tongue if I wanted. It'd be really easy. But I'm not to that point yet." he said with a malevolent glint in his eye. "It's just that I've never met a teenager with such a strong personality." I explained meekly. "You ain't never met a redneck." He wasn't asking. He was already reading me like a book. "No sir, I guess not. Your leg muscles are really hard. How did they get so strong? Most guys have trouble building their legs." I asked him. "Let me clarify, boy. Yeah, I just called you boy. As long as my chest is twice as big as yours I think I have the right to. Anyway, I don't `build' my muscles. I work from sunup to sundown and as a result, I get stronger. I'm not like most teenagers, layin' around waitin' for mommy and daddy to hand me everything. Also it helps that my daddy's a brute. I get my bullheaded aggression from him. If it hadn't been for my momma, I wouldn't have a sweet side. Anyway, you spend your entire life throwin' around bales of hay and liftin' 100lb bags of feed since age 7 and see what kind of strength you end up with." he said with jawdropping dominance. "Will you flex your thighs for me, please? I want to see how big they get." I asked. He stood up and rose to his full height of 6'4 and curled his rough hands into a ball as he lifted his biceps and flexed. At the same time, he straightened out his long legs and flexed his thighs easily. They were so thick that they rubbed each other all the way down to his quads. "Dear Jesus, Randy. Are you on roids?" I gasped as I asked him. His arms were bulging out so far that I nearly came myself. His thighs looked like you could take a hammer to them and not phase him. "I'm on Southern steroids, Lee. It's called farm raised beef." he said with a cocky grin. "Can I feel your muscles, please?" I practically begged him. "By all means. Give them the attention they deserve." he said. I put a hand up to the mammoth thigh and it was like touching a rock. I had the sudden thought that he could probably kick through the walls of my house if he wanted to. He could also quite easily crush me if he got bored with me. "Randy, I can't resist you. You're a God among men. You're a powerful teenager who is more of a man that I'll ever be. Please let me worship you." I looked up at the cowboy stud from my knees. "You wanna worship me, huh?" he asked as he slowly put his hands to his black briefs and started to pull them off. He struggled for a minute to get them down his muscular thighs until he just decided to rip them off. I instantly began trembling at the sight of his young manhood. I stuttered stupidly as I looked at his massive, cut member. His full, country boy balls hung menacingly a good ways down from his cock. "What's wrong, boy? You were beggin' two seconds ago." he smirked down at me. "And I just ruined a good pair of underwear, so you're gonna do somethin' for me ain't ya?" "What.. what is it that you want?" I asked him, my face white with anxiety. "I'm going to make you scream bloody murder. But first you're going to prep me." He said calmly. "P-prep you?" I trembled at the thought of him making me scream. I didn't think it would go this far. He was extremely hot, but his cock was easily three times as big as mine. "Come closer and blow me. Don't bother resisting because I think we both know I could just pull you over here if I wanted." "Yes sir." I said to him as I got closer to his teen package. Instantly, the smell of his man sweat hit me with full force. It was just as strong as the smell of his feet, but it was a different kind of stench. I put my mouth around his thick pole and tried my best to suck him to perfection, but his dick was bigger than any I had ever seen before. "Hey! Watch your fuckin' teeth or I'll knock `em out." he barked after a few minutes. I tried to mutter `sorry', but his cock was expanded to the point that it was filling my entire mouth now. "Alright city boy, now you're gonna get to experience ridin' a cowboy. Don't worry, I'll go easy.. at first." he smirked. "Randy, I don't know if I can do this. I've never taken a guy as big as you. Can't we just jack off or something?" I kind of scooted back away from him. "Look at me, Lee. I'm a God. I'm hung like a motherfuckin' horse and I moved all your furniture by myself. Masculinity seeps out of me. I'm a man. Even more, I'm a redneck. I'm a man in my day to day life and I'm a man in bed. Now, I'm havin' sex tonight and I sure as hell ain't taking nothin' up my ass. So that leaves you. Now if ya don't stop your bitchin', I won't show any mercy. Bend over." he ordered me. "Lee, please.." I said, trembling. He walked up to me, his hulking figure looming, and put a thick arm around my small chest. He turned me around then lifted me off the ground in a bearhug-like hold. I squirmed, trying to get away but I knew it was no use. He's probably spent his entire life wrestling with things more fierce than me. My 140lbs of body weight was no match for his hairy arms which were holding me still. My eyes shot open as a piercing agony seared through my body. His gargantuan dick had broken through my boy pussy and although I had tried to clench and keep it out, he just tore right through. I screamed like I had been shot, but I knew it was no good. I was in the boondocks with no one around for miles. Even more amazing was the way Randy was fucking me. He was lifting me up and down on his hard cock like I was a ragdoll. I looked over and saw his powerful triceps flex each time he lifted me up. His arms were shaking at all and I nearly came just at the thought of how strong his arms must be to able to do that. After about twenty minutes of constant fucking, he slammed me down on the couch and got on top of me. He put his hairy, thick torso against my skinny one and whispered in my ear, "Baby, you're my bitch now." His Southern drawl rocked through my head as he put his lips to mine and vigorously tongue fucked my mouth. His lips were surprisingly soft, and he kissed with a passion I had never seen before, in any guy. He slid his thick cock back inside of my ass, which had almost adjusted to his thickness so the pain was minimal, and continued to kiss me. He put one massive, callused hand over both of mine and pinned my arms behind my head. His thrusting gradually got rougher and I began to moan again as the pain and pleasure returned. "Scream like the bitch you are." his deep voice reverberated around the room as he started fucking me even harder. My screams got louder as his huge cock began destroying the walls of my pussy. After another half hour, he looked into my eyes and said, "You're about to take my seed." My eyes widened as his face hardened. His expression changed to one of pure dominance to pure ecstasy. As he began to pump me much faster, he pulled out quickly and shot his load into my assholes, then lifted himself quickly and continued to jack his mancock so that large spurts of cum drenched my face and hair. He wouldn't quit jacking himself, though, and bursts of cum kept coming. Before I knew it, my chest and stomach were also covered. "Dear God!" I said loudly as he continued to cum all over my face. After about five minutes of cumming passed, he stood up and put on his underwear and wranglers. His still hard cock bulged through his pants, and he shoved my face into it and made me kiss his bulge. I began to lick the cum off my face and stomach, savoring the sweet flavor. "You oughta hate me." he said. "Why is that?" I asked him. "`Cause now that you've been fucked and used by a redneck like me, you ain't never gonna be able to enjoy sex from a regular old city boy. Ever again." he smirked. "You were awesome, Randy, but I've met hung and muscular guys from the city." I said defiantly. "Have you ever met a city boy who was 15 and could rape you? You're a grown fucking man and I just forced you to take my dick. Don't talk back to me or I'll throw you back down on that couch and go for round two. I could do this all night if I wanted, but it'd probably kill you." "You're right, sir. I'm sorry." I looked down in humiliation. Randy was right. He wasn't even 18 and he had thrown me around and powerfucked me like a seasoned top. "Take a whiff before I leave." Randy ordered me, holding up his dirty cowboy boot. I put my nose in the boot and took a big sniff, and instantly I collapsed onto the ground, light-headed. The smell was so powerful that I could barely keep consciousness. "I'm leavin' now. Oh, and Lee? You better be at the store every Friday around seven ready to pleasure me. I know where you live if you don't." And with a final, lazy flex of his farmboy muscle arm, he put on his boots and left me with his cum still oozing out of my abused hole.