The Doormat story
This is another trample story sent in to me by Domination_Republic (Instagram).
One of my favourite sessions is with a guy called Ben. He is in his early 30s, muscular and looks properly tough. He isn't one of those fancy guys off Instagram, but quite manly, unbothered by latest fashion trends. We planned to meet up for quite some time. He promised to flatten me under his sneaks and mess me up real good and boy did he deliver. We met one night near my apartment. When I first spotted him he looked mean and angry. I shook his hand, greeted him and we were on our way to the apartment. As we walked I nervously wanted to chat about something, he seemed so tough and distant. As I began chatting he interrupted me, "My sneaks are dirty.." then looked at me closely ".. and your face looks like a good place to wipe them clean". "Oh yeah?" - I got goosebumps all over my body hearing what he said, "I sure will try to be useful to you then. Do I need to clean them with my tongue?" - "What do you think?" he responded. "Right, of course. I got it!" He told me to focus on his soles as he had been walking through a lot of dirt.
A little background to this story. I had plenty of experiences where a guy would be brutal and enjoy causing lots of pain. I had experiences where guys would seem to not care what they were doing to me and how. This guy though, was something else. He really, really didn't care. Whatever he was doing he would do it without looking at me much at all. He would enjoy seeing the pain and torture he was causing, but most of time he was just doing his thing and wouldn't care. Several minutes later we arrived to my apartment. Before we entered I was instructed to lie down on the floor as we enter, on my back, because he wanted to use me as a doormat. I get on the floor as instructed, head closer to the door. As I did that he walked a step or two towards me and without any hesitation, carelessly stepped onto my face. He wore black and grey Airmax 95s. As he stepped up, with all of his 90kg, I heard my nose crack a little under the weight and force of those hard-soled sneaks. Ben made a couple of steps down my body crushing everything underneath and finally stopping on my cock and balls. I took a big breath, trying to compose myself after this first feeling of him walking over. He stood there on my balls for a few seconds taking a good look of the apartment, not once looking at me. He then turned towards my head and started walking again. I braced myself waiting for him to step on my face, which he did, but this time with both soles on it. He stood on my face full weight, one sole on my mouth and nose and the other was over my eyes and forehead. I cried a little, he didn't seem to care and he started taking off his jacket and whatever else he didn't need. After he took off the clothes I heard his phone beeping. He took it out of his pocket and opened the message, read it and started typing a response to someone. Honestly, this moment turned me on so hard! To think that someone would be so insensitive to be able to stand on someones face, not move at all and chat on the phone - amazing! As soon as he finished texting, he put the phone back into his pocket and finally looked down to see what's underneath his feet. He lifted one foot, spat on the spot and stood on it again. He did the same with the other foot. I realised what he was doing, he wanted to make my face wet so that he could wipe his soles on my face. Ben started scraping off the dirt off the bottom of his sneaks, ripping into my face. I started to cry and grunt. As he was doing that my face was getting dirtier and I could taste the dirt in my mouth too. "Stick your tongue out!" - he ordered, this being the first thing he said since we entered the apartment. I did so and he started wiping his soles over it. The whole process was so painful. He's been standing on my face for quite a while now and he was a heavy dude wearing sneaks that weren't soft.
After he wiped his sneaks off he stepped down, looked at me noticing how red my face was and appreciating the shoe prints he left on it. I looked at him, trying to guess what he was contemplating next. Suddenly he jumped high and landed into my chest and stomach, both heels sinking in. I cried out loudly, as this was unexpected, he kicked the air out of my chest and then got off again. "Wow! I didn't expect this" I said in shock. He replied, "I don't care, honestly. Get up now. Make me a cup of coffee, I want to light up a cigarette and relax while you're licking my sneaks." As I stood up he smacked me across my face hard. Then a second one and a spit into my eyes. I didn't say a word. He grabbed his cigarettes and lit one up. While I was preparing coffee for him we chatted a little. He asked me different things and I somehow felt free to ask him too. He didn't go into details but he wasn't against having a conversation. "You seem like a nice dude. I like that. Brings me even more pleasure to pulverize you beneath me."
I finished making coffee for him, he sat down on the couch and put his feet on the coffee table right in front of me. I knew what I was supposed to do. He didn't even say anything, just looked at me then at his sneaks and that was it. "Mind if I light up a cigarette too?" I asked. "Only if you're going to lick the dirt off my soles while smoking." I sat down on the floor, right next to his feet, lit up a cigarette and started licking. Between the treads there was a lot of dirt to clean and my only tool was my tongue. Usually guys don't really spend too much time on this but he was so thorough and demanded perfection so it took me a while to do it. As I was progressing, he would occasionally check if there are any dirty spots left and if there were he would punish me. He would demand that I put my chin on the coffee table and as I did it he would brutally shove the heels into my face not looking where he would strike, as if my face was some sort of a barrier that he was trying to kick through. These strong strikes were quite painful and I would make a loud noise every time he would do it.
Eventually, after he smoked a few cigarettes, drank his coffee and I was done with cleaning, he stood up and told me to lie down again. This time he decided to be more brutal. He did trample my head again but it was not the main goal. Ben started brutally jumping on and off me. He would jump on my belly, land there piercing through my stomach and then stay on for a few more jumps, get off, kick me hard without really paying attention where exactly, then jump on again. This went on and on. It was so exhausting. It seemed like he would never stop. The worst part was that my cock and balls could not take it any more, I felt like I was about to lose them permanently. I couldn't tell him anything, I mean, who am I to deny him the pleasure he was having?
At some point he decided he wanted to rest and watch TV a little. I think he had worked during the day so he was somewhat tired. I was ordered to lie on the bed, face up and he climbed up, stood on my stomach and crouched down on top of me. Then he just let himself fall backwards. His ass landed on my face. My nose was wedged into his butt crack and he remained there like that. Now this was resting period for him, but for me it was proper torture. At first, a few minutes into him sitting on my face, I was ok. It was somewhat painful, I could endure that, but I was running out of air. It was becoming harder to breathe and as I was starting to run short of breath the pain intensified too. I was wiggling around, trying to somehow free myself or catch breath but as I was doing that the pressure was even stronger and he was getting annoyed. He would occasionally hit my rib cage with his fists or would kick my balls with his feet which would calm me down only because of the immense pain that would cause.
After maybe 30-40 minutes of this torture he got off me and walked to grab a glass of water. I could finally catch breath. I felt relieved! He then returned and ordered me to get to the front of the bed and take his sneaks off. As he was lying there and resting I was supposed to massage his feet and lick them clean. This was one of the most unusual parts of the meeting. I did something like this a million times before but never the way he did it. At first, yes, I was normally massaging and licking like anyone would do. Every inch of his feet had to be thoroughly licked and all the sweat had to be swallowed. However, after a longer foot worship session he told me to bring my face closer to his feet. As I did so he shoved both of his feet into my mouth, as much as he could, ordering me to force myself to swallow as much as possible. Then he started to pull my mouth apart. I never imagined something like this would excite me and hurt the way it did. He had my mouth open with each foot to its side, causing a lot of pain. As I was crying more he would do it even harder. It seemed like he had no intention of stopping. The more he was stretching it open, the more he would force his feet inside. No one had ever shoved their feet so far in my mouth before. At a certain point I couldn't even pull myself back if I wanted to because it would cause even more pain. This whole mouth exercise lasted for some time. In the following days my mouth and jaw would hurt anytime I ate or drank. He made sure I wouldn't forget about him so fast.
Eventually it was time for him to go. He pulled his feet out of my mouth, I moaned in pain. I was ordered to turn my back to the front of the bed, tilt my head back and sit like that. He moved over me, sat on my face again as it was tilted, crushed it for one last time. He crushed my balls with his bare heels and applied more pressure on them. I started to cry really loudly but he couldn't really hear me crying from underneath his ass or he simply didn't care, jerked off and remained sitting like that until he caught some breath. Ben stood up and ordered me to slide down beneath him. I did so as he grabbed his sneaks, putting them on my face and sliding his feet into them. He tied his laces and stood up on me, trampling me one last time. "See you when I see you. I enjoyed using you. Thanks for licking the dirt of my sneaks. Bye!" and he walked out leaving me in pain and totally spent.