by Shaun WT
He walked into the room and sat down on the couch. He hadn’t taken much notice of me it seemed. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his shoes.. he had an amazing pair of adidas high-tops on, that were getting quite worn and dirty.
Tom was a naturally dominant guy with a little sadistic streak. We had met online 6 months ago and already had a few sessions together. Without a doubt he is the best guy I have ever met up with. Our first session together I hardly had to direct him much, he seemed to read my mind - and he seemed to really enjoy it too, which made it all the more hot.
I notice he is now looking at me, staring at his shoes. He has a smirk on his face. He points down to his shoes - my signal to get on the floor and under his shoes. I lay down on the floor on my back and he plants one of his shoes on my chest and the other on my face. “Start licking bitch”. I start working my tongue on the sole of his shoe. I can feel my tongue breaking up the dirt on his shoes but I don’t mind. I’m in heaven underneath this guy’s shoes.
He shifts his feet and the other shoe comes down on my face to get cleaned. We carry on like this for sometime, then his feet come off me. He stands up and looks down at me. He stamps his foot on my chest hard. Then I feel his full weight come down on me as he stands on my chest and stomach. I cannot describe the feeling of having him standing and stepping all over me.. I wish I could have it all day every day. He starts off quite easy on me, stepping and shifting his weight.. but I know this is just the calm before the storm.
Before we first met he told that he enjoys being dominant and inflicting pain on guys. He had never tried trampling/stomping before but now having met me.. he’s totally hooked. I told him that he would struggle to find other guys that he could stomp and jump on and get away with it.
By now he is trampling much harder on me and bouncing a little too. As he gets a little harder I start to struggle a bit, and that seems to only spur him on more. “Yeah, take it bitch. I know you love it”. I tap the floor as a signal for him to get off and he only laughs.. “I’ll get off when I want to, not when you want me to”. My dick is throbbing at his dominance and torture. After another 10 minutes of trampling and stomping all over my chest and stomach, he sits back on the couch and my position as footstool is taken up once more.
He orders me to go get him a drink and I return with his glass. He swings his legs up on the couch and orders me to take his shoes off and give his socked feet a massage. I do as told, and unlace his shoes.. taking them off to reveal hot white socks on his feet. He holds a foot up over my nose and face, “big breaths bitch.. I want to feel the air from your nose coming through my toes”. Once he is satisfied the foot comes down. “Now get massaging you fuckwit. I want my feet feeling good for the next trample, I’m gonna go harder on you than ever before!”. My body tingles in anticipation.. I rub and massage both of his feet over the next 30 minutes and I can tell he is enjoying it.
Then it is time to get back on the floor again. Before putting his shoes back on again he stands on me with his socks. He steps towards my face and I see his right foot coming towards my face. He stamps it down on my face and my nose and cheek are squashed to the side. He grinds the foot down into my face and with one eye I get glimpses off his face. I make eye contact and see the huge grin on his face. He notices me looking up, takes his foot off my face and spits down on my face. He hadn’t done this to me before - I realise he must have been watching a few trample videos - and I wonder what else he has in store for me. He shifts his weight and the left foot comes down on my face. This time much harder and rougher. His full weight is on my head and then I feel his right foot on my head also. Socks on my head and face pushes me over the edge and I can feel the pre-cum in my briefs.
He steps off my face and onto my chest. Crouching down he examines my face and laughs at the red marks that his socks have left. “You ready for the stomping off your life bitch?”. “Yes, Sir” was all I could reply. He spits again in my face, then hops off me. “Put my shoes on my feet then you fucker, hurry up!”.
I hurriedly put his high-tops back on and do the laces up. He pushes me to the floor and kicks me, before jumping and landing on my chest. I groan, and he laughs. He starts stomping on me again.. lifting his shoe high and bringing it down hard. Working up and down my chest, stomach and thighs. This continues for a while, then he has one foot on my chest and one on my stomach. He stands still for a while, sending a message or something on his phone.. then all of a sudden starts running on the spot on me. I try not to groan but can’t help it as his shoes pummel my body. On hearing me struggle he starts laughing again but doesn’t stop. Then he has both shoes on my upper chest again and looks down at me. He jumps high and lands down on my chest. “What do you say bitch?” - “Thank you Sir”. He jumps again in the same spot. “I want you to thank me everytime I jump, you got it?” - “Yes Sir, thank you Sir”. He jumps several times and I thank him each time.
“Now get that dick outta your pants and jerk off, I wanna see you enjoying this as much as I am”. I don’t need to be told twice.. I start jerking off as he continues to trample, stomp and jump all over me. I close my eyes and feel the power of his shoes and weight on me. When I open my eyes again I see that he has his own dick out and jerking off. He is not even looking down at me, just stomping and trampling like I wasn’t even there. I start moaning and shoot my load, which he does notice. But he doesn’t get off me.. I realise he is going to keep going until he has finished himself off. He steps up to my face. “Take my shoes off bitch, I’m gonna stomp your head in until I cum”. I awkwardly unlace his shoes and take them off while he is still standing on me. Without hesitation he steps down full weight on my head and starts trampling it. The trampling gets more
intense and I hear him moaning, and then feel his cum splatter down onto my body. He flops down on to the couch with his socks resting on my body.
“Fuck me that was hot”.
“Yes Sir, when can we do it again?”
