When I was 7 or 8 years old, I came to my Dad's house
and there was a guy putting glass doors in the bathroom
shower box.
Dunno why, but i sat on the floor to see the guy fixing it
and put my hands aside my body. The left one was near the door.
Suddenly my dad came to see that guys work and stepped on my poor
left hand with his 200lbs in a pair of almost new Timberland classic
brown loafers( the ones with thick vibram shaped soles).First with his
toes, then with heels, it took about 30/45 minutes. I also don't know
why, but I didn't say anything, just handled my dad's weight and the
pain of his soles crushing my fingers and hand. Many times he even
leaned against the door, standing full weight on my hand.
Till now I don't know if he didn't notice my hand under him or if he
noticed that and liked to have his son's small hand under his size
9 Timberland shoes and his 200lbs weight.
After this long time I saw my hand and it had a huge red and white mark
from his tread. It took much time to disappear. The pain turned into
a very pleasant pressure feeling that made me discover that I like to
have my hands stepped on.
segunda-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2015
Gym Teacher
5 or 6 years has passed by from that experience with my dad and
I almost forgot that day, till when I was 13 a schoolmate stepped
on my hand by mistake while we were watching a basketball match of
our class.
He had size 7/8 black hitop chucks. The treads were well worn and
as we were both sat on the audience it didn't hurt. It just felt
funny, kinda itchy, maybe because of the dirt rubbed on my hand.
That also felt good, like a smooth caress, and that's it.
A year has passed and I was again in the court in a very hot summer
day. I am definitely not a sporty guy,and was chubby so I always
tried to be the pacer and always prayed for not to be called to
play.
So I was sitting on a bench with my left hand by my side when my
gym teacher came with a clipboard to check our presence. As he was
absent minded and taking notes on the clipboard he put his right
size 11 white and blue lowtop basketball Nike toes on my hand.As
I said he was absentminded and didn't notice it. That wasn't much
weight on just enough for me to feel the warm rubber sole pressure.
God! That felt great!Sometimes he leaned forward and added some
weight on my hand. That made me have a small hard on, thank god
no one noticed it.It took like 10/15 minutes. After that i noticed
a light tread mark on a shape of small circles.As It was hot outside,
my hand under his sneaker sole sweated a little so some of the grime
passed to my hand and the small circle shape was printed on my skin.
I almost forgot that day, till when I was 13 a schoolmate stepped
on my hand by mistake while we were watching a basketball match of
our class.
He had size 7/8 black hitop chucks. The treads were well worn and
as we were both sat on the audience it didn't hurt. It just felt
funny, kinda itchy, maybe because of the dirt rubbed on my hand.
That also felt good, like a smooth caress, and that's it.
A year has passed and I was again in the court in a very hot summer
day. I am definitely not a sporty guy,and was chubby so I always
tried to be the pacer and always prayed for not to be called to
play.
So I was sitting on a bench with my left hand by my side when my
gym teacher came with a clipboard to check our presence. As he was
absent minded and taking notes on the clipboard he put his right
size 11 white and blue lowtop basketball Nike toes on my hand.As
I said he was absentminded and didn't notice it. That wasn't much
weight on just enough for me to feel the warm rubber sole pressure.
God! That felt great!Sometimes he leaned forward and added some
weight on my hand. That made me have a small hard on, thank god
no one noticed it.It took like 10/15 minutes. After that i noticed
a light tread mark on a shape of small circles.As It was hot outside,
my hand under his sneaker sole sweated a little so some of the grime
passed to my hand and the small circle shape was printed on my skin.
English classes
At 16, I used to go to an English course that everybody from my school goes. There was a friend of mine called Edward, who always went with the nicest sneakers and boots on.
One class we had a film session as a part of our formation. I sat next to Edward. He always used to put his right foot in a gap under the seat people put their books and so. He used one of the chair foot to brace his sole. This day he was with a brand new hi-top Nike Cross trainer (the one with the waffle sole with a “v” covering all the ball of the foot in the sole). I wrapped my hand around the chair foot and he didn’t noticed it and put the middle section of his foot on my fingers. As he didn’t notice my hand he moved his foot back and forth pressing my hand very hard.
By the end of this class my hand had a huge “NIKE” mark and a swoosh printed on it in white and pink, that was one of the hottest experiences I’ve ever had…
Some time later I used to sit on the stairs of this school in order to get some action too. One day a very tall( but skinny) guy was going downstairs and put his Nike Running shoes ( with classic waffle soles) left toe on my hand with a grin on his face. It felt great despite it wasn’t a great pressure because the guy was thin.
Other day the same friend Edward was sitting at the same position, but today he was with crepe soled desert boots. He put his sole on my hand and said “ yeah, I know, this sole is so smooth, I also like to press it too” , I had no reaction, just didn’t know what to say … He continued all class with his sole on my hand, it felt really great, because as he said, crepe sole is smooth, so I just felt a light pressure.
Another classmate of mine saw my hand “casually” put on the stairs and just touched my hand with his sole, like to warn me from putting my hand on the way of his sneaker, by a coincidence, it also was a Nike running shoe with a waffle sole. It was a pitty he didn’t step on my hand because this guys was taller and much heavier than me…
One class we had a film session as a part of our formation. I sat next to Edward. He always used to put his right foot in a gap under the seat people put their books and so. He used one of the chair foot to brace his sole. This day he was with a brand new hi-top Nike Cross trainer (the one with the waffle sole with a “v” covering all the ball of the foot in the sole). I wrapped my hand around the chair foot and he didn’t noticed it and put the middle section of his foot on my fingers. As he didn’t notice my hand he moved his foot back and forth pressing my hand very hard.
By the end of this class my hand had a huge “NIKE” mark and a swoosh printed on it in white and pink, that was one of the hottest experiences I’ve ever had…
Some time later I used to sit on the stairs of this school in order to get some action too. One day a very tall( but skinny) guy was going downstairs and put his Nike Running shoes ( with classic waffle soles) left toe on my hand with a grin on his face. It felt great despite it wasn’t a great pressure because the guy was thin.
Other day the same friend Edward was sitting at the same position, but today he was with crepe soled desert boots. He put his sole on my hand and said “ yeah, I know, this sole is so smooth, I also like to press it too” , I had no reaction, just didn’t know what to say … He continued all class with his sole on my hand, it felt really great, because as he said, crepe sole is smooth, so I just felt a light pressure.
Another classmate of mine saw my hand “casually” put on the stairs and just touched my hand with his sole, like to warn me from putting my hand on the way of his sneaker, by a coincidence, it also was a Nike running shoe with a waffle sole. It was a pitty he didn’t step on my hand because this guys was taller and much heavier than me…
College Party
At the same place the action happened in the text “ Nations Fair”, but many years after I had another great Real Life experience.
This time was a college party. There had been some very good shows , Djs and so.
At the mid term of the party I was kinda tired and bored, had some beers too, so I pretended I was drunk and sat down on the ground , leaning against a wall in a corner. That place was filled with couples kissing each other.
I saw a young couple and a gap on the ground close to them. I notice the guy was with a rough looking ASICS red-brown hiking boot. That was my target, that boot sole crushing my fingers!
I sat down and they didn’t notice it. I put my hand sideways close to his right boot. He was entertained by his girlfriend and after a while put his size 10( I believe) boot heel on my fingers. That was so great, because he didn’t notice my hand because the ground had tons of garbage( cans, plastic cups…) So he kept kissing the girl and stepping on my hand. He time to time moved his feet not to be tired of his position and stepped on my hand in many places. Then he went a bit backwards and put almost his full right foot on my hand. He then leaned against the wall , adding more weight on my poor hand( that guy must weight at least 140 pounds) .
Still standing on my hand he moved aside and crossed ankles, then moved away…
I saw my hand after this long session and saw a very slight mark of his treads , but my hand was grey due to the grime he left on it.
That was one of the coolest experiences I’ve ever had…
This time was a college party. There had been some very good shows , Djs and so.
At the mid term of the party I was kinda tired and bored, had some beers too, so I pretended I was drunk and sat down on the ground , leaning against a wall in a corner. That place was filled with couples kissing each other.
I saw a young couple and a gap on the ground close to them. I notice the guy was with a rough looking ASICS red-brown hiking boot. That was my target, that boot sole crushing my fingers!
I sat down and they didn’t notice it. I put my hand sideways close to his right boot. He was entertained by his girlfriend and after a while put his size 10( I believe) boot heel on my fingers. That was so great, because he didn’t notice my hand because the ground had tons of garbage( cans, plastic cups…) So he kept kissing the girl and stepping on my hand. He time to time moved his feet not to be tired of his position and stepped on my hand in many places. Then he went a bit backwards and put almost his full right foot on my hand. He then leaned against the wall , adding more weight on my poor hand( that guy must weight at least 140 pounds) .
Still standing on my hand he moved aside and crossed ankles, then moved away…
I saw my hand after this long session and saw a very slight mark of his treads , but my hand was grey due to the grime he left on it.
That was one of the coolest experiences I’ve ever had…
Nations Fair
This time was an huge fair from my school that had been going on in a huge Convention Center. As it was basically a teenage event there was tons of really nice sneakers to step on my hand.
At that time there was also an beauty contest, which girls of each classroom had to defend a country, like a Miss Universe stuff.
As it was very crowded it was difficult for everybody see the stage and all the cute girls. So some of the people went on their toes to see them better. I even saw a guy in Reebok running shoes climb on his mate's hands ( each guy holding a foot). That was awesome! I just couldn't believe and wished i was one of his mates or hade the chance to put my hands under the mates' feet( I was just wondering the how much it would weight...)
So time was going on, and me just dreaming there when i saw a short and muscular guy in front of me going on his toes. That was the right time!!
Pretending I was tying my shoes, I went on my knees and slipped my hand under his left heel. That guy was wearing mid top basketball nike sneakers, size 9, I believe. He got tired and went back to the floor smashing my poor hand between the ground and his mid-worn soles. The best thing was that HE DIDN'T NOTICE IT and stand on my hand for about 5 minutes at least. Her favourite girl went on the stage and he went back on his knees. I noticed some dirt on my hand and a slight zig-zag print on it.But I didn't have time for much because he went a bitback in order to get his balance and trapped the tip of my mid finger under his toes. He again didn't feel anything and a bit later he again went back on the ground with his whole feet, heels again on my hand...He even moved time to time his foot on it, like it was a smashed can or cardboard.
The best thing, at least for me, is when guys move their feet sideways in a manner they balance only with the side of the sole.That's what he did sometimes,adding more pressure on my hand...
When he realized it wasn't a cardboard or a can, he took it of my hand right away, and said sorry for me.
i had the feeling of his nike on my hand for 2 days, adding to that my hand had a smell of wine he probably stomped also on.
At that time there was also an beauty contest, which girls of each classroom had to defend a country, like a Miss Universe stuff.
As it was very crowded it was difficult for everybody see the stage and all the cute girls. So some of the people went on their toes to see them better. I even saw a guy in Reebok running shoes climb on his mate's hands ( each guy holding a foot). That was awesome! I just couldn't believe and wished i was one of his mates or hade the chance to put my hands under the mates' feet( I was just wondering the how much it would weight...)
So time was going on, and me just dreaming there when i saw a short and muscular guy in front of me going on his toes. That was the right time!!
Pretending I was tying my shoes, I went on my knees and slipped my hand under his left heel. That guy was wearing mid top basketball nike sneakers, size 9, I believe. He got tired and went back to the floor smashing my poor hand between the ground and his mid-worn soles. The best thing was that HE DIDN'T NOTICE IT and stand on my hand for about 5 minutes at least. Her favourite girl went on the stage and he went back on his knees. I noticed some dirt on my hand and a slight zig-zag print on it.But I didn't have time for much because he went a bitback in order to get his balance and trapped the tip of my mid finger under his toes. He again didn't feel anything and a bit later he again went back on the ground with his whole feet, heels again on my hand...He even moved time to time his foot on it, like it was a smashed can or cardboard.
The best thing, at least for me, is when guys move their feet sideways in a manner they balance only with the side of the sole.That's what he did sometimes,adding more pressure on my hand...
When he realized it wasn't a cardboard or a can, he took it of my hand right away, and said sorry for me.
i had the feeling of his nike on my hand for 2 days, adding to that my hand had a smell of wine he probably stomped also on.
At HOB Orlando
At HOB Orlando I had some very nice experiences in some nights out there.
The lay out of the venue help us to put the hands on the foot level , due to some stairs and different levels.
I was pretending I was drunk and sat on a bench close to the upper level. As the place is dark some guys didn’t noticed and put their feet very close to my hand , but I didn’t have the luck of any of them step on it, till a guy came with black rubber soled shoes and put his right toes on my fingers, just enough for me to feel the sole was well worn, but the guy didn’t stay longer…
Then after a while, a guy in skater shoes came to the place and started to dance and did some stomps on my hand crushing it and don’t even noticing it!
Another day I went o to the same spot but it was damn packed so I went to the middle mezzanine and a guy due to the dark stepped on my hand also with black shoes. As he didn’t see what was under his shoes, he dragged back and stepped on it. That really hurt because he put all his weight on it.
I left that place and went to the another side of the club. Sat in another bench and had the best experience I’ve ever had.
I left my hand there for a while waiting for some action . Then a guy in hip-hop/ b-bal clothes and a yellow/grey And1( I think) came and stepped on my left fingers , than took it off. When he noticed that I didn’t take my hand of the floor, he stepped ON PURPOSE on my hands and even went on his toes and full weight on the edges of my fingers. Than again put his full right foot on my hand and stayed there for a while.
Few minutes after, another guy put his black-white converse basketball sneakers on my hand as well, but stayed there for a few moments…
I had the pain from that guy’s stomp for 2/3 days at least…
The lay out of the venue help us to put the hands on the foot level , due to some stairs and different levels.
I was pretending I was drunk and sat on a bench close to the upper level. As the place is dark some guys didn’t noticed and put their feet very close to my hand , but I didn’t have the luck of any of them step on it, till a guy came with black rubber soled shoes and put his right toes on my fingers, just enough for me to feel the sole was well worn, but the guy didn’t stay longer…
Then after a while, a guy in skater shoes came to the place and started to dance and did some stomps on my hand crushing it and don’t even noticing it!
Another day I went o to the same spot but it was damn packed so I went to the middle mezzanine and a guy due to the dark stepped on my hand also with black shoes. As he didn’t see what was under his shoes, he dragged back and stepped on it. That really hurt because he put all his weight on it.
I left that place and went to the another side of the club. Sat in another bench and had the best experience I’ve ever had.
I left my hand there for a while waiting for some action . Then a guy in hip-hop/ b-bal clothes and a yellow/grey And1( I think) came and stepped on my left fingers , than took it off. When he noticed that I didn’t take my hand of the floor, he stepped ON PURPOSE on my hands and even went on his toes and full weight on the edges of my fingers. Than again put his full right foot on my hand and stayed there for a while.
Few minutes after, another guy put his black-white converse basketball sneakers on my hand as well, but stayed there for a few moments…
I had the pain from that guy’s stomp for 2/3 days at least…
domingo, 8 de fevereiro de 2015
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