Nova Experiência! Video! New Experience! Video!

Ontem fui a um festival de rock e tinha um casal se amassando.

Resolvi por minha mão embaixo do cara, já que eles estavam distraídos...

O cara era alto e tinha uma pançona, então devia pesar pelo menos 140 kg! E tava com uns pumas pretos acho que os pesões eram pelo menos 43!

Destruiu minha mão!

I went yesterday to a music festival  and found a couple fondling up.

As they were distracted, i tried to put my hand underneath the guy...

He was tall and had a huge belly, so he must weight about 300 lbs!
He had black pumas on. I believe the size was 11 or 12...

Video:

https://thisvid.com/videos/candid-handtrampling-2/

Contribuição do Leitor- Jantar do Primo. Reader's Tale- Cousin's Dinner

Mais uma contribuição de um leitor, o @greek_tramplee que me passou pelo Instagram! Obrigado!

Eu tinha 12 anos, meu primo e o namorado dele tinham 30...

Uma noite eu fui dormir com eles, para que eles cuidassem de mim...

Começamos a ver filmes e eu sentei no chão, perto do meu primo.

Pus minha mão perto do pé dele, que tinha meias pretas... Tomara que ele pise na minha mão sem perceber...

Depois de uma tempinho, ele pisou na mão e manteve em cima da minha mão, sem tirar...
Sentir aquela meia quentinha e peso do meu primo esmagando minha mão me deixou excitado...

Aí ele veio e me perguntou:
E aí cara, tá curtindo ser pisado?

Gelou minha espinha... Engoli em seco e disse que sim...

Òtimo! Disse meu primo! Eu e meu namorado precisaremos de um tapete no jantar...O namorado deu uma risadinha sarcástica...

20 longos minutos se passaram...

- Vem cá! -Meu primo me chamou! Eu não me continha de excitação...
- Fica só de cueca!- ele mandou.

Tirei minha roupa, morrendo de vergonha por estar quase pelado e tentando esconder minha meia bomba  na cueca...

Assumi meu lugar embaixo da mesa de jantar. Meu primo sentou na cabeceira da mesa e logo pisou com seus pesões  na minha cara e peito e o namorado dele no meu estômago e virilha... Fiquei com um tesâo da Porra!

Fui o tapete deles durante todo o jantar... Eles me pisaram como se eu não passasse de um tapete velho...Sem pena...

- Cara, que engraçado que eu to pisando numa virilha tão inútil, hahaha! O namorado disse.

- Inútil mesmo, por isso estamos pisando nele, hahaha!- meu primo disse.

Jantar acabado, o namorado do meu primo me chamou pra sentar perto do piano...

- Senta aí no chão, garoto. -Ele disse, com um risinho...

Aí, ele começou a tocar piano e as vezes usava meu pauzinho como pedal do piano enquanto tocava...



ENGLISH VERSION

Another Real life tale told to me by @greek_tramplee through an Instagram conversation. Thank you!!!

I was 12, my cousin and his boyfriend 30...

One evening they babysitted me at their place...

We started to watch movies on TV and I sat on the ground, close to my cousin.

I then put my hand close to his feet in black socks, hoping he step on it unknowly...

After a while, he stepped on my hand and kept his socked feet and kept it there...
Feeling my cousin's warm, heavy socked feet on my hand made me horny as hell!

He then asked me:
Hey buddy, enjoying being trampled?

A cold chill went down my spine... I made a deep breath and nodded yes...

Great! My cousin said. Me and my boyfriend will need a rug during our dinner... The boyfriend made a sarcastic grin...

20 long minutes went by and...

- Come on here! My cousin called me up. I could not hold my excitement...]

- On your briefs now! - He then demanded.

I stripped down to my briefs, shy on being exposed and trying not show the kinda hardon I had now...

I took my place underneath the table and my cousin put his huge feet on my face and chest and his boyfriend on my crotch and stomach. I was horny as fuck!

So I was their rug during the whole meal... And they trampled me mercilessly as if i was just an old rug...

- Hmmm... Funny I am stepping on such an useless crotch, LOL! - My cousin's Bf just said.

- Of course it is useless- my cousin replied- That's why you are stepping on it! LOL

Dinner finished, my cousin's boyfriend called me to sit down by the piano...

-Sit down here, kid!- He said, grinning...

He then started to play piano eventually using my prick as a piano pedal...

Contribuição do Leitor- Pisado na rua. Reader's tale- trampled on the curbside

Mais uma do Rafael!

Tava numa rua cheia de bares, onde a galera bebe na rua mesmo...

Bebi muito e, no final, sentei na sarjeta, kkk!

Fingi que estava ruim e comecei a apoiar minha mão perto de um Adidas que tinha sola igual ao do New Balance...

Não deu outra. O cara deu várias pisadas!

Fiquei tremendo de tesâo!

Aí me ofereceram até gatorades achando que eu tava muito mal, hahaha!

O cara também estava super bêbado e não parava quieto em cima da minha mão,  a esmagando gostoso embaixo dele...

ENGLISH VERSION

Another Rafael's hot tale!

I was in a street full of pubs loaded with people hanging out in the streets...

I drank a lot and , at the end, I sat on the curbside, LOL

I pretended I was passing out and leaned my hands close to a guy in Adidas Neo Racers,

The guy eventually trampled my hand goood!

I was shaking so horny I was!

Then some people even offered me Gatorades, LOL!

The trampler was also drunk, moving a lot and trampling my hands  underneat their hot sneakers!

Contribuição do Leitor- Balada dos Fritos Reader's Tale- Pothead club!

Olá amig@s ! Vamos contar mais um relato real de um leitor? Dessa vez agradeço ao Rafael Azevedo pelo relato incrível!

Real tale-  ENGLISH  at the end.

Quase todo sábado, eu vou a uma balada perto de casa e lá tem uns "queijos" onde os caras ficam em cima, dançando.  Sempre ponho minha mão perto dos caras dançando pra tê-las pisadas sem dó!

Os caras, "tudo frito" nem ligam pra minha mão!
Tenho muitas experiências tesão dessa balada!

Uma delas, o cara percebeu. Nessa noite, levei pisada de dois Airmax 90, Vans , Diadora, devem ter outros até, mas me perdi, hahaha!

O cara de Diadora esmagou sem perceber minha mão por uns 40 minutos! Era alto e parrudo.

Mas dois caras meio que zoaram comigo quando perceberam. Um estava em cima do queijo e outro embaixo dançando de mão dadas. O cara em cima estava com Vans chulezento, o que me deu mais tesão ( SIC)!

Outro dia, um cara encheu minha mão e tinha pisantes muito tesão! Nikes de Basquete e meias do Lakers! Aqueles Nikes com sola com  desenho de zigzag! Quando ele percebeu , ele ficou sem entender como minha mão tava no meio do queijo!

Aí um casal meio drogado que pisou direto! Um tinha um nike casual e outro, New Balance, dançando sem perceber altas Horas da madruga!

Mas a pisada mais tesão que eu tive nesta balada foi com um Nike Air Max  720! Putacarinha gostoso, devia ter uns 23 anos! Me pisou , dançou , pulou na minha mão sem pena!

O Rafael tem um perfil muito foda no Thisvid, sigam ele! rafael.azevedo.feet

Every saturday I go to a club nearby home and I always stay close to some platforms guys dance on top. I usually slide my hands close to their dancing feet in order to get them trampled on.

The guys are always wasted and they could not care less about my hand!
I have many hot stories about this club!

One time they trampled me wearing two airmax 90, Vans and Diadora, some others I don't remember now, LOL!

The guy in Diadoras ground my hand under him for about 40 minutes, unnoticing!

Two guys, though, kinda made fun of me when noticed. They were dancing holding hands, one on the platform and other on the floor. The guy trampling my hand had stinky Vans which made me even hornier (SIC)

Another night a guy went straight to my hands with hot Basketball Nikes and Lakers socks! Those sneakers with zigzag threads, u know...When he noticed, he could not figure it out how my hand came to the middle of the platform, LOL!

Right after a kinda wasted couple danced on my hands late night! One with casual Nikes and the other \New Balances! They danced for a long time, though...

But the hottest trampled I got was when a hot guy in his early 20's mercilessly trampled me with huge Nike Air Max 720s on!

Rafael has a fuckin' hot thisvid profile rafael.azevedo.feet follow him there!

Contribuição do Leitor- Conto Real- Ano Novo Começou bem...

Agora uma contribuição muito tesâo do leitor Holy. Aproveitem!

No ano novo minha namorada ( vou chamar de Flávia), meus amigos e eu decidimos ficar em casa e fazer um mega churrasco.

Depois de umas cervejas, foi chegando mais gente e decidi dar minha cadeira pra uma amiga minha, enquanto eu sentava na escada do meu prédio ( estávamos no segundo andar).

Outras pessoas sentaram também na escada, pois veio muita gente! Sentei um degrau abaixo da Flávia, que tava com a amiga dela.

Minha namorada adora botas e, nesse dia, ela estava usando uma bota Tratorada da Reversa.

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Tinha um solado tratorado bem bruto... Deixei minha mão logo perto enquanto bebia. Minutos depois, ela se ajeita e acaba "arredando" o pé pra trás e pisa bem nos meu dedos, ignorando totalmente a diferença de nível (era o álcool fazendo efeito, hahaha) e ficou uns 5 minutos em cima de mim! 

Foi o paraíso!A marca do solado e a sujeira do carvão e outras coisas ficaram na minha mão, bem aparentes! 

Depois de um tempo, ela se levantou para ir ao banheiro (ainda pisando na minha mão) , mas eu continuei no lugar, sentado. 

Até que chegou um amigo do pessoal no meio do churrasco, já bêbado ( Já tinha passado de meia noite). Ele foi subindo e cumprimentando a galera  e eu percebi que ele tava com uma bota com solado tratorado ( bem parecido com a West Coast Worker)

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Decidi deixar a mão ali mesmo e esperei. Ele me cumprimentou e depois pisou em cheio nos meus dedos, já marcados pela bota tesão da Flávia. 

O cara só sentiu um momento depois e tirou o pé, olhando para baixo,  sem falar nada. 

Minha mão sofreu nesse dia, hehe! Tava mais suja que antes, mas me mantive lá, esperando outro distraído. 

Flávia voltou e sentou no mesmo lugar, de vez em quando dava umas pisadas e eu aguentando firme e forte, até que o mesmo cara voltou pra dar em cima de uma menina que ele tava afim e cumprimentar  a Flávia. Ele cumrimentou, pisando na pontinha do meu dedo  e depois desceu com uma amiga nossa. 

Me levantei e fui comer. Fiquei olhando o estado da mi ha mão, suja e maltratada!

Tesão de conto, Holy!  

Quem quiser me contar suas experiências ou fantasias, acesse meu Facebook ou Instagram- Stepped Pisado! 

Fantasia- DJ

Uma das minhas Fantasias é ser o chão de um DJ enquanto ele toca seu set sem ligar que está em cima de mim, como se eu fosse um mero tapete do cara.

Vou relatar um sonho que tive esta semana. Nada é real...

Recebo uma mensagem via Instagram, um cara que é DJ e que uma vez perguntei se ele curtiria me pisar enquanto tocava...

- E aí, brother? Beleza?
- Beleza, e vc?
- Suave... Ow, ainda tá a fim de ser meu tapete?
- Claro!
- Demoro! Vou tocar no Clube Rockabilly ali no Centro na sexta, cola lá!
- Sei onde é! Mas é susse?
- Certeza! A cabine é fechada, ninguém entra, eu tranco enquanto toco.
- Ah então, fechou! - concordo, com as pernas tremendo...

Sexta chega e eu encontro o cara num boteco na frente do tal clube.

Ele solta uma risada.
- Então é vc o tapete, é?
Rio, nervoso,
- Sou eu sim, haha.
- E vc vai aguentar quase 100 kg te pisando por mais de uma hora?

- Tapete não reclama!
Ele dá uma gargalhada!
- Vc é engraçado!
Tomamos umas para quebrar o gelo, conto pra ele que só curto ser pisado e tals, falamos de mulher, música e esportes. O cara é gente boa demais!

Chega a hora dele entrar no clube.  Bar Rockabilly, vão tocar umas bandas e ele entra nos intervalos com rock antigo.
O lugar é escuro e pequeno, mas bacana , com vinyls e outros objetos dos anos 50 e 60.  A Cabine fica no fundo da pista e ninguém incomoda. Aliás,  nem perceberam nossa presença.

Entramos na cabine, eu tremendo de excitação e nervoso ao mesmo tempo.

Ele diz, pode deitar aqui, apontado para uma pequena área na frente das Pick-ups.

Tiro a camiseta e ele diz.
-Po , Brother, assim vou te machucar com meus All Stars...

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- Não machuca não, pode esquecer que estou aqui embaixo.
- Certeza, mano? São 96kg! E pés 44! (O cara era bem alto)
- Pode pisar à vontade e com vontade.
- Beleza! Daqui a 10 minutos eu entro... Vou testar se rola...
Aí, ele pôs o pé direito no meu peito e eu senti a sola suja de bebida e da rua. Senti um choque do toque gelado da borracha gasta da sola.
Em poucos segundos ele jogou todo o peso pra esse pé e pô o outro pezão no meu abdome, afundando um pouco.
- OOOOWWW! Hahaha, Desequilibrei! -Ele falou, olhando com uma cara sádica...- Tá pronto?
- To!

Aí ele entrou no intervalo, já acostumado a me ter sob os pés. Começou a dançar no ritmo das músicas, batendo o calcanhar de leve e jogando o peso pra ponta, acho um tesão isso.

Aí, ao trocar a música, veio mais para cima.
- Mano, eu preciso ir mais pra direita...
Virei o rosto de lado e ele, sem nenhuma cerimônia, pôs o All Star dele na minha cara, como se fosse realmente o tapete do DJ. Sentir o peso daquele cara com aqueles tênis tesão, com as solas sujas e gastas me levou ao delírio!

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E assim, foi, por mais de uma hora, até o intervalo. Ele tocando, me pisando embaixo de 96 kg  e me marcando inteiro com os All Stars 44 dele e eu suportando o peso do DJ sacana, que tá se divertindo de ter um otário tornando o chão que ele pisa mais macio... 

Aí, no intervalo ele saiu, foi ao banheiro, beber algo, andar um pouco e eu ali , sem acreditar pelo que passei... Vendo meu peito e abdome com pegadas vermelhas e brancas e alguns pequenos arranhões da sola. 

Também fui ao banheiro. 

Na volta à cabine, ele estava lá. 

- Achei que vc tinha fugido, hahaha. Como vc conseguiu me aguentar, mano? 

- Lembra que tapete não reclama? Hahaha!

- Hahaha, cê é doido! Mas curti. Curti ter um tapete humano. Acho que vou te chamar para outros picos!

-Seria tesão, hein?

- Tá pronto pra segunda rodada? Eu entro em 15 minutos, acho. 

-Claro!

E lá fui eu para baixo do DJ! Lá vamos nós!

Psychologist- conto antigo

It happened a while ago. 

I began to find men’s footwear sexy and kept myself looking at every guy’s feet at the streets. Being straight, I found it weird by having hardons every time a guy in very nice sneakers, shoes or boots pass by me, so I went to a psychologist to see if I were normal. 

I started to tell about my life, how shy I was and after some sessions I told him how was the main reason of doing analysis.

The first thing he asked me was if I found his footwear attractive. It wasn’t anything that makes me horny. Just regular dress shoes. 

- No, Mr. Boyd, these are ok for me. 

- Good, good he said. So I suggest you a new treatment, you will let me know if you agree. This coming week you are gonna be at my feet at all the time in your “hour” so I believe will get used to that and not find it a big deal any way.

-Ok for me

But the opportunity of having some men’s shoes on me just made me more excited and waiting for the next session with Mr. Boyd. How come it will cure my “illness”?

Next week came. Here I was at the waiting lounge of Mr. Boyd’s office. 

- Greg, it’s your time, how you doing? 

- Fine, thanks! -I answered, only looking to his shoes, they look huge...

 So... Ready for the treatment?

- Think so! -I was, definitely.

- My 12’s are ready as well! -He answered, looking at his shoes and chuckling a bit. I must tell you he was also excited of having a new footrest- so, how will you find more comfortable, me on the chair or on the sofa?

- I don’t know, you can decide it.

- Think so too, as you are the one who’s going to be stepped on, right? – He put a bit of emphasis in the “stepped on”. - So lay at my feet, now! Haha...

I laid by the couch sideways and he sat on than put his feet on my belly. Even only with his leg’s weight on me I felt quite a pressure.

- So, Greg, how do you feel?

- Great.

- Are you liking to be at a man’s feet? – He then add some pressure and started bouncing his feet on my guts, that made his heel dig into it and I had to struggle not to get my cock hard, it felt really great, his cockiness, his grayish leather soles, the smell of the leather...

- I am, actually...- almost being sympathetic to the situation

Then we kept going on all this hour, talking about my treatment, how it will be and how long it will take.- I’m gonna take a notebook- he said, standing ON me full weight, than I really felt I was nothing but his rug. His weight pushed my air out.

- Wooofff!

- What? Can’t you hold 200 lbs of a man on you? – He said, with a grin on his face and walking on my chest, balancing on one foot on it and teasing with the other one on my face, showing all the street grime. Then he slowly put his heel on my mouth and the sole on my forehead, leaving a gap to my nose by his footbridge. Then he shifted his full weight on my head, which was awesome, he seemed to be doing this for ages...Than he said “ This had been part of my military training and I knew I would use it someday...”leaving to his desk. “ It’s time to leave, unless you don’t want to. You like it, right? It is your dream coming true!”

- All right, but I have to work...- I said still with the feeling of his sole on me.

- No problem I’ll give you a medical leave, than you will be able to also be at my other patient’s feet, I believe it will be a very nice part of your treatment...My next patient is a very nice guy, I think he wont mind of having you at his feet...

Is that a dream? Not to be working (my job sucks) and being trampled all day by guys in very different footwear... wow!

-  I’ll do it!

- I knew it, you sicko!! He said shaking my hands! “ But you’ll have to promise that you won’t tell anything about me and my patients talk about and I’ll make sure my patients won’t tell about you too.

 -Ok!

 - So now, lie at the patient’s chair and put your head under the chair ruffle not to be recognized by the other guys...

- I did and he called the next patient. 

- Brandon how ya doin’?

- Fine Doc Boyd! Fine

I could recognize that voice form miles, it was Brandon, the country bar owner who stepped on me and made his friends, workmates and even a DJ use me as their footrest and dripping mat, months ago..

- What tha.... Brandon said, with a loud laugh and looking at my body” You have bad taste to furniture, now huh?

- This is a patient being treated from a behavior defy. So, as part of it, every patient of mine will step on him the way the patient likes, if likes and he’s gonna be deaf and never will tell anything about our discussion, so you will not tell anyone what happened, do you agree?

- Ok! You know, I already stepped on a guy before and I kinda like it!

- Really? How? 

- . I had a guy in my bar that put his hand under my boots and some friend’s boots. Can you believe we were standing on his hand and he didn’t say a word? Than we made him lick our boot soles clean and be my bar cast’s dripping mat. The guy stayed all night under my employees’ wet and dirty shoes and he like it...

- Interesting... This Guy also likes to be under men feet, but he’s not gay. Mr. Boyd said. 

- That one wasn’t too... Hey! You mean... This guy... Let me see his face!

- No, Brandon, he’s under the ruffles in order not be recognized...

- But you said I decided how I’m gonna step on him...

- Yep, so?

- So I want to STEP ON HIS FACE! I want to feel my boots smashing his face and see my street dirt stain on his shirt...

- Ok, Greg, out!

I was VERY scared. As I noticed, Brandon didn’t forget about our previous meetings. I went out and he looked at me and let out a very loud laugh!

- So you are so sick, you need help from the doctors? Sicko!!!!!! So do, as I demand, lie under my boots and lick them clean! – Brandon then made me lie at his black cowboy boots and put one on my mouth and the other one’s heel on my eye socket carelessly.

Then the session started, I didn’t even needed to be warned about the confidential issues between the psychologist and the patients, I was completely busy with the strong smell of the leather sole, combined with all the dirt that guy could collect on his way to the clinic.

Of course Brandon forgot I was by his feet because he has so into his conversation that he moved his soles sideways and even put his boots ankle crossed on my chest. His hour was gone and he stood on me to thank the doctor, reminding me that on his 13” boot soles was a 250lbs well framed guy. His boot heel ground on me and he lost his balance stomping me very hard to get his balance back. He looked down at me, said an uninterested sorry and let the room.

Then Craig arrived. A teen in his 16 /17 years old arrived the room already in contradiction. He looked at me grinned a bit, I was introduced and Mr. Boyd explained why I was there and in not more than a minute Craig was with his gray Osiris on me. As many teens, most of the time he put one or bot feet on the couch he was stting so it was easy so cope his hour. There was a time he put one feet on my belly turned sideways and the other on the top of it and I could see his shoes were 11and soles were worn . The time he left , he also stood on me , like I was nothing else but pillows on the floor . He asked Mr. Boyd to step on my face.

- If you don’t break his nose, it’ll be ok..You don’t seem to be heavy either…

- 165lbs! 

- Ok, so go on!

Then the teen put his right foot on my face, first the toes on my forehead, then slowly heels on my nose and mouth. I was like seing stars, even he wasn’t that heavy the sole smashed my nose I was feeling it will be broken…

After this session, Mr Boyd’s shift was over. He invited me to come to his clinic at least 3 times a day, you guys will know soon what had gone…

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Part II

PSYCHOLOGIST II




A week has been gone before the next session at Mr Boyd’s office, but it seemed to be ages. 

I came to my regular session than he gave me a leave from my job for that day as well.

I took my place at the other patience’s feet.

So next was Ray, a basketball jock in his mid teens. The time he saw me at my position he looked confused but soon agreed to have me as his ratty Nike Air Force size 13 sneakers footrest. His soles were very well worn so they gave me a very good massage to my face. Several times in his session he looked at me, grinned and smashed my nose as stomping a cigarette. 

When his session was over, he stood on me pushing my chest, belly and crotch under his 190 lbs, I believe. 

Then came Richard, a stocky guy, with a very mean face. He was introduced to me and automatically put his 250 lbs on my chest and belly, made a turn on me and sat down. He was with a very cool pair of blues hiking sneakers (the ones which are very trendy now, with a thin sole and very aggressive look) . 

Mid term section, he decided to take his shoes off and shove his sweaty sox sole on my face. I hate this stuff( sorry guys it doesn’t turn me on at all…) I felt I kept his feet’s smell for days…
His session ended and I ended a very paiful endurance as well.

Then Eddy, an average build guy in his mid twenties, came for the next session and got a shock.

- What’s that, Dr Boyd?

- That’s a new treatment for this patient, try it!
- What? Step on him? But I am almost 200lbs, I would smash him, I believe…- With that expression of I don’t want, but I want to…You know?

- Try 

- Alright! – Then he slowly put his size 12 hiking boot sole on my face(!) and slowly leaned forward like he was rock climbing me!

- Wow! You act like you’ve done it before!

- No, but it is fun! Having a jerk as a doormat is very fun, doc!

- I know! And I believe it would be also good for your anger management treatment , right, Ed?

- Yep, it would, haha! – he said, while standing on me and looking me sadically.

That session was tough because this guy stayed most of time standing on me, even playing with my face like a ball. I could feel his mid worn soles bruising me , also could smell the very hot mix of dirt and rubber. 

Last guy of the day was Derrick, a very cocky rich guy tall( must be at least 6’) and lean. 

- Hey Doc, so you have a new cushion?

- Yeah, Derrick, try it!

- Ok! Than he sat down on a stool and demanded to be at his Nike Shox R4, size 10. .

- So you like to be at my feet, fag?-He then put his left sole on my mouth, not letting me to say anything. His soles smelled so good I had to try the taste. They tasted a very hot mix of rubber, dirt from the street and some sweet beverage he probably stomped on. 

- Yeah , he does!Haha!I’m believing he loves! Dr Boyd said. He looked excited. 

So Derrick just forgot I was there , moving his feet time to time sometimes adding more pressure, sometimes just tapping, I definitely felt I was nothing just a doormat. 

Then Joey, Dr Boyd’s 19 year old son came to his dad’s office. This guy was very muscular , as he and Derrick spent all days at the gym, like every rich guy does at their age. He has a very nice pair of size 14 light blue adidas sneakers he used in the gym for a while. 

- Hey guys! What’s up?

- Not much, Your dad just have a new doormat at his office, haha!- Derrick pointed to me. 

- What a …- Is it right , dad?

- Yeah it is part of his treatment…- and explained everything to him, as he did all day…

- So… Can I?- Joey said, with a grin.

- Sure!- Derrick said, standing on my chest with both feet pushing my air out under his massive 280 lbs.

Joey than put his left foot on my stomach and the right on my tights, balancing his 260lbs That was amazing! Having 2 very muscular men stepping on me like I was a gym mattress! And I felt I was nothing else but a mattress!!!

Both guys must also feel good of stepping on me because they stayed for a while, talking and sometimes shifting their weight on me. Derrick decided to rest his right foot on my face forcing a bit to adjust his sole on my profile, which hurt a lot!

Joey saw my bulge and, without a word, put his right foot on it, pumping a bit, the others didn’t notice anything.

When they felt tired , they just climbed down, but Joey came on me up to my head and put his massive worn tread on my face , went full weight on it , almost breaking my nose( thank god his soles were worn already and they adjusted to my contour.) I could smell his sole, the smell was amazing!

After that I came home and could not sleep after all that happening!

The Forum post is edited by mxm_ifc Sep 17 '18.