TrampleTalks 24: bigtramplefunistanbul

This one has been a while in the making, I was finally able to sit down with BTF for a massive chat about literally all things trampling. It was fitting that I had a sub under my feet as we talked for several hours.

This is probably the longest TrampleTalk to date, so strap yourself in and enjoy all the detail he gives when he talks about his sessions!

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Ok, you've read TrampleTalks before, you know how this goes... tell us a little about yourself to start.

First, I'd like to give a short thank you speech: I'm so happy that we've finally been able to do what was requested for so long. I've been following the TrampleTalks section of the blog with great excitement for a long time. I know very well that everyone is following it. In fact, some of my friends keep asking when I'll be on TrampleTalks. Learning about the experiences of people from different parts of the world is both interesting and educational.

Not at all, I'm happy we have finally found a time that suits us both. The time difference is not great for us but thankfully it works today. We have known each other for many years now and exchanged a few messages here and there, but I don't know your trample story at all.. so I'm genuinely interested to here how it all started for you.

People know me as bigtramplefunistanbul. You could call me BTF for short. I live in Istanbul, but I can say I travel the world for trampling. While talking, I realised that in my 20 years of experience in trampling, I've been to 20 different countries in total, from America to England and many European countries. Istanbul is a mega-city of 16 million people and receives many tourists; half of the city is in Europe and half in Asia. Therefore, it offers intercontinental trampling opportunities. For example, you came to Istanbul years ago. Back then, we didn't communicate much, but I followed your videos closely and was very impressed (nothing has changed even after all these years). Unfortunately, I saw your message on the day you were returning. I'm still sad that I missed the opportunity to meet you. But I have no doubt that we will create an opportunity for that very soon.

It will happen one day soon hopefully. I heard from Piotr that you change positions with trampling sometimes. Would you say you are more trampler or tramplee?

I'm 'Mr. Good Guy with a Bad Mind'. I really enjoy being on both sides in trampling. Both the trampler and the tramplee. But I mentally code each person, so I like to be in a different role with each one. Being both trampler and tramplee in the same session honestly confuses me. Rarely do I find myself in a dual role, but I prefer a single role. I recommend this to everyone. I feel the enjoyment decreases when roles get mixed up.

Therefore, I prefer role creation to role play. Doesn't everyone have a role in life? This role changes for everyone.

What do you ideally look for when you're seeking a trampler or a tramplee?

For trampling, I honestly prefer big, heavy guys because they can make you feel crushed without much effort, but of course, that's not the only criterion. I've met many people who aren't big but do it flawlessly. Actually, for tramplers, age, height, weight, and looks are important, but they're secondary. What's important to me is that the person opposite me enjoys trampling, focuses on it, tramples fearlessly and bravely, and has a dominant spirit. Frankly, it degrades me when someone is afraid and timid while trying to push me over. If you're going to step on me, do it bravely or don't do it at all. I don't like dictating roles and telling someone how to behave. It's either inherent in a person or it's not.

Conversely, I prefer those I push over to be weak. Again, this isn't the only criterion, but I enjoy seeing my opponent struggle, blush, and give up. I especially enjoy seeing older people get pushed around; normally, older people are respected and listened to in society, but in trampling, that role is disregarded. Also, the fact that older people struggle more is impressive. I also like seeing weaker people get pushed around because they exert more effort. If the person I'm competing against isn't weak or old, then I get a little tougher, and that's when it can be a bit harder to keep up with me. Of course, it's not easy to find all these qualities in one person, but some criteria really elevate the pleasure I get to the highest level.

When did you first realise you were into trampling?

My interest in trampling actually started when I was very young. But the first thing that influenced me was in school. Our school had a big, strong, and somewhat grumpy caretaker. You know, the kind who does repairs and things that require strength. The classroom curtain fell down. The class teacher called this caretaker to fix it. He was a bit of an angry man. He asked who did it, and the other mischievous kids pointed at me, but I hadn't actually done it. He gave me a very stern look. He took off his shoes and stepped on my desk to fix the curtain, but the classroom ceiling was very high. He told me to stack my books on top of each other to create height. I didn't want someone stepping on my school books.

I said no. Then he said, "Then bend down and I'll step on your back." It was a joke, but the mischievous students in the class started cheering, "Step, step, step!" Anyway, out of fear, I took all my books out of my bag and prepared a setup for him to step on. He had huge feet, and I could smell the scent of his feet very strongly. While he was fixing the curtain, my books were damaged and crumpled under his feet. I had to watch every move his feet made. When he got off, the traces of his sweat were clearly visible on my book. Interestingly, I was very affected by this incident and it stayed in my mind for a long time.

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How old were you approximately when this happened?

I was at primary school, around 9 -10 I guess.

I need to research it more, but I recall reading something relating to the psychology of fetishes where they explain about imprinting - as children, seeing something that imprints on our mind and becomes sexual for some reason. Your story reminds me of this. When he suggested that he step on your back, is this something you had thought of prior? If not, was it then something that you thought about?

I had never thought about it before, but afterwards yes.

So after this, what is your next trampling related memory?

Another game I remember really loving was "long donkey," a traditional Turkish game that I used to encourage people to play. I still play it, by the way. I last played it in Milan with my roommates. The game goes like this: there are two teams. The first team lines up in a donkey position, with their legs between each other. Then the other team jumps on top of the first team. The goal is to bring the donkey down. To do this, they usually jump on the weakest person with the heaviest weight, or they jump very hard, sometimes even jumping on their backs with their feet and landing on them. The feet of the team jumping on the donkey must not touch the ground, and they are forbidden from moving beyond the point where they jumped.

They can't move or crawl. So they try to jump as far as possible. Or, they use a tactic, jumping on the weakest person and getting into a prone position, while the others jump on that person, applying a lot of weight at a single point to try and bring the donkey down. If they succeed, they win immediately. If the donkey turns out to be strong and doesn't collapse, luck comes into play. The team that gets on the donkey points to an odd or even number with their fingers. The donkey tries to guess whether it's odd or even. If the donkey guesses correctly, it wins; if it guesses incorrectly or collapses, the other team gets to jump on it again.

At the end of the game, whichever team gets the most points wins. And the losing team does or takes whatever the other team wants. I would encourage everyone to play this game. I usually played against bigger people. They thought they could beat me, but because I did my job with passion, I wasn't easily defeated.

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I always found myself in games that required strength, physical exertion, and endurance. Another one was spin the bottle. A group of friends sits in a circle around a bottle. One person spins the bottle; the person whose face lands on the bottle's base is asked truth or dare. If they choose truth, they are asked a very specific question and expected to answer it correctly; if they choose dare, they are made to do something that requires courage or exertion. I always chose dare. And to provoke my opponents, I would give them tasks like, "Lie down and have two people climb on your back," or "Lick this person's foot," or "Kiss the sole of someone's shoe." Of course, when it was my turn, my opponents would make me do even more difficult tasks than the ones I had given them. This is still a game that works for me.

So, the underlying message is that these kinds of things perhaps fuelled my current passion for trampling.

I've never heard of this game. It sounds like you were very proactive in making scenarios happen for you, perhaps without any suspicion from anyone which is good.

Do you remember the time when you discovered trampling was a thing.. and perhaps your first session where the guy trampled you, or you trampled him, and everyone knew what was happening for real?

My first real experience of being trampled was when I was 19 and visiting America. I was very enthusiastic about trampling. I was contacting everyone in America who was involved in trampling online. I arranged to meet someone whose profile I found through Smashman videos. I'll never forget, he was a 130kg guy. In fact, some people will remember a video where Smashman is lying on a bench and these tramplers jump on him, breaking the huge bench in half. I don't know if he's still actively trampling. He used the nickname Seetheoceanblue.

We met up and he drove me home. I was quite thin then, around 60-65 kg, now I'm 87kg. He was literally more than twice my size. He said I looked very young even though I was 19, and that he hoped I would grow back and not get into trouble. I had described my experiences, but actually, apart from things like having my back stepped on in certain games, I hadn't had any experience with being trampled on. I didn't want to seem too inexperienced or like a toy. I was very nervous.

Without questioning, without saying a word, he came and sat on me. That's when I understood what 130kg meant. He sat on me for almost an hour, doing something on his computer. He didn't speak at all during that time; I wasn't in a state to talk anyway because of the weight. At one point, we were sweating profusely, and it really started to hurt. Since he had his feet on the stool under the table, all the weight was on me. I can say I started writhing under him. He didn't care at all. I finally managed to get him to get up with my groans, but until then, I had really struggled. When he got up, all my clothes were soaked. I can say that the image of his whole body was on me.

He said, "I think you're warm now," and told me to lie down on the floor. There were no pillows or anything on the floor. Now, I would immediately ask for a pillow or something, but I was inexperienced. He asked me to take off my t-shirt, saying he wanted to see the work of art he was going to create on me. I didn't understand, but I took off my t-shirt. He slowly put his weight on my chest and climbed on top of me with both feet. At that moment, I felt like my life flashed before my eyes like a film reel. I was struggling a lot, but I couldn't say anything. He started performing a marching dance on top of me.

While he was on top of me, he took off his socks and pressed them against my head. I was completely shocked. A man twice my size was trampling on me without a care in the world. At one point, I felt like I was going to faint; my reactions slowed down. I think he realized how much I was struggling, so he let me breathe occasionally. If it were now, and I were really struggling, I would somehow express myself. But at first, I pretended to be experienced, and I did my best to hide my inexperience; it was literally a struggle for survival.

He honestly wasn't very lenient with me, assuming I was experienced. We spent a long time together, and he crushed every part of my body, including my hands. At one point, he tried to crush me with his boots, but I couldn't stand it for long, so he increased it to 2-3 minutes. He said he loved butt drops and asked me to lie down on his bed. He jumped on me and sat on me with all his weight many times. Strangely, I couldn't make a sound. He even asked me a few times if I was okay. At one point, I was very hungry and had no energy left. He started preparing something to eat, then came to the couch, sat on me, and started eating what he had prepared, without offering me anything. I was too embarrassed to tell him I was hungry. When he dropped me off where he picked me up, my knees were trembling from exhaustion and hunger. I was very affected. Afterwards, every limb ached for days. Can a person's hands ache?

Later, I contacted Trampletop, whom I was familiar with from videos. He lived far from my state, in RI. After a journey of several hours, I was there to meet him for a few hours. He picked me up in his car, and on the way home, he talked about his experiences. He jokingly said he would hurt me and that it wouldn't be easy. I thought it was a joke, but it was real. Anyway, when we arrived at his house, without properly discussing what we were going to do, he asked me to lie down on the floor next to a large, wooden box. He was a man of about 90 kilos, not very tall. He was wearing boots. Suddenly, he started crushing me with unexpected force. Even though I tried to stop or escape, he wouldn't let me.

He kept me in the same position. He climbed on top of the wooden box and jumped on me repeatedly with all his might. It was literally like he was jumping to inflict harm. At one point, I really thought I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to end the session. But he made that decision, not me, and it continued for a while longer. Normally, post-trampling pain would subside in a few days, but I remember experiencing pain for a very long time after this session. I continued meeting with a few unknown individuals in America. I could say I actually convinced them to try trampling. But I also found myself in a wooded area, recounting my own trampling experiences.

130kg is insane for a first session. I heard you like quite hard action, either giving it or receiving it. Now reading this story, I understand. You put yourself in the deep end from the very beginning. I'm not surprised you were so sore for so long afterwards

Have you ever reconnected with this guy or met him again since that first session?

We live far away sadly.. sometimes I see some of them on net but being honest I lost my contact with them. It was almost 20 years ago now.

Do you remember the first time you properly trampled on a guy? If so, can you tell us about the session?

I trampled many guys but Piotr was the one of the first proper ones. We met him in Milano. You know he is always ready for trampling. I especially love to trample experienced guys like him. He takes a lot. Not so hard like jumps but he takes quite long sessions. We were together at my last holiday, just recently. I love to disturb him when he has a rest - I trample him when I see him lying somewhere - making his rest time a proper trampling session instead.

Would you say you've had more sessions as a tramplee or a trampler?

I think I've had more as a tramplee, because it's not easy to find a tramplee who can handle my trampling style (long stands and many jumps).

Do you have a favourite trampling session? Who was it with and what happened?

I have a lot of favourite sessions, but if I have to choose one it might be the basketball player in Istanbul. You know I love big boys. So he was around 205cm tall and 115kg and I describe him as a sadist. He found me and wrote to me from his offical IG account to my fetish account. At first, I thought it was fake but he had so many followers and seemed real. He said he liked to see guys in pain and he wanted to know if I was interested in a trampling and facesitting session. I was a little suspicious. I thought someone was playing a prank.

I asked him a lot of questions over couple of weeks to understand what he was after, and we eventually met. He was really good looking. He had a great house with a playroom.

Had he done trampling before? It's good you have trampling prominently in your name online, makes it very clear for anyone looking at your profile what you're into.

Yeah he said that he tried a few times before but he didn't like weak guys that can not take more. So he said they were a bad experience for him. I guess the other tramplees just wanted to try but they forget he is a heavy guy and also a sadist. Then he asked to wrap me with plastic wrap. We didn't talk about this prior to the meet. Initially I didn't want to because I didn't know him and it could be a bit dangerous for me. But he said that he had some bad experiences so didn't want to be disturbed when he trampled. Normally I would never accept this if I don't know the guy really good but he was so hot and he had playroom, so I accepted. After that point his behaviour changed completely. He was kind at the beginning then he became a rough guy. He asked me, "Are you ready for pain?" He wrapped me so tight I couldn't move. Then he brought one small table over. He climbed onto the table and he started with hard jump. I can say I saw stars.

115kg! That is scary. When he jumped on you, where did he land?

He landed on my chest, but it was a very hard jump. Then he continued with marching on me. He tried many different footwear on me, I can say he tried on all his basketball shoes and boots.

How long did this session last ?

It was more than 3-4 hours. He stomped on me so much that the plastic was torn..

How come this was your favourite?

It was a favourite cause; I love big boys, he really trampled me hard, he made it completely professional. Everything was real, I never thought that it was a game. I guess also because of the vibe. He was never afraid. He could damage me but he didn't care. At the end he stomped on my throat and head without fear. I almost passed out. He really pushed my limits.

Damn, this story makes me excited..

We also did a bit of sitting action, on my body and face. We did some butt drops. You know normal people are afraid to do it. But he wasn't afraid. I saw the sparkle in his eyes. He loved to see me in pain. I guess its not important the way of giving pain for him. Trampling or any other way. He knows that he is heavy so it is an easy way to give pain by simply standing on someone.

With all these heavy guys jumping on you for hours, have you ever had an injury from your trample sessions?

I passed out 3 times. Actually, one of them wasn't an accident, it was intentional. This can happen if a heavy person stays on your chest for a long time during trampling. Or if you stay on someone's throat for a long time, you can have a good night's sleep. When the brain doesn't get enough oxygen for a long time, your hands involuntarily go up and your eyes can roll back. You've probably seen it in videos. You come to yourself in a few seconds, but of course, it's an extreme event. I also had pain in my ribs for a few weeks a couple of times. I don't think they were broken or cracked, but I think they were bruised. Break my ribs, but please don't break my heart. Once, someone jumped on my hand and I think they injured my little finger. I actually thought it was cracked because the pain didn't go away for a while. The doctor ordered an X-ray and said it was just a bruise. When he asked what happened, I said my friend accidentally stepped on my hand.

I know exactly what you mean with the sleeping. I've seen it, and I've experienced it happening.. once with Piotr underneath me.

The stories you told so far, would one of them classify as your most brutal session or do you have one more brutal than these?

The most brutal session I've ever had was with Tramplingmastertim. Our first session was in Düsseldorf. Back then, he weighed 120kg. He posted a photo recently, his current weight is 142.5kg. He creates content for sites like JFF. His answer to one of my questions really struck me. I asked, "You're such a big guy, aren't you afraid of hurting someone while trampling?" He said there was no doubt, and that if it came to creating good content, he could even break someone's legs. Of course, that level of harm is unacceptable, but having that level of knowledge is a different matter. We met in front of the hotel in Düsseldorf. He was actually taller and bigger than I expected. He had a large sports bag on his shoulder. When I asked what it was for, he said he brought a wide variety of shoes for the content. That's how hard it is.

He was wearing Vans sneakers. We went up to the room, and after a short chat, it was time. I spread a thin blanket on the floor. He climbed on top of me in his Vans. He said he was starting softly - but even without doing anything, it was intense. I started sweating from the second minute. My body was covered in Vans marks. I had specifically asked him not to step on my throat with his shoes, because it left a lot of marks and it wasn't a place I could camouflage. But he slipped on the sweat and pressed down on my throat with all his weight. The Vans mark on my throat was clearly visible.

Afterwards, he deliberately rubbed his shoes against my body to leave marks, attributing it to sweat, but I felt he was doing it intentionally. Because the marks he left were beyond what you'd expect from a simple slip. From evening until night, he crushed me quite hard with many sneakers, Salomon, athletic shoes - all his shoes. He crushed me until I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to escape from under him. He especially pressed down on my throat and head relentlessly, not letting go until I coughed and desperately pushed him away. Moving a 120kg man isn't easy at all. Seeing that I didn't have much energy left that night, I ended the session for the day.

He told me to prepare myself for tomorrow and that he was editing videos with more intense jumps. From the very first day, I was covered in marks. When I woke up in the morning, the marks were much more pronounced and everything ached. My head, throat, back, stomach, legs, hands, chest – every spot was bruised. I had to take painkillers. But the effects of the previous night were still lingering.

This time I laid the mattress on the floor. In hotel rooms, I always check the mattress by jumping on it myself first. If I hadn't laid it on the floor, he would have definitely broken it. He came again around noon. This time he said he had different shoes in his bag. He even brought a special suit for dress shoes. He asked why I had laid the mattress on the floor. I told him I was in a lot of pain and couldn't endure it for long outside of the mattress. He laughed and said I was taking the easy way out, but he would increase the intensity and make it even harder. I thought he was joking, but he wasn't.

It started off pretty rough. He attempted some really hard jumps. He'd do at least 10 really strong jumps in a row and then keep on hitting me. He was even jumping so high that at one point I had to stop him and ask him to slow down the jumps. A 120kg man jumping that hard, even in bed, makes you feel like you're seeing stars. I didn't have much of a problem with normal jumps. Here's a tip: If you want to tire out your trampler, ask him to jump on you repeatedly in bed. Because the bed is springy, jumping on it becomes very tiring for him at some point. He jumped 100 times at a normal level (both legs still lifted off the ground), but then he said his legs were really tired and got off me. It was the first and last time I'd ever made him give up.

Normally, he pushes all the limits and never gets off until you give up. Of course, feeling confident from having defeated him, I provoked him a little. I couldn't foresee what would happen next  This time he wore cleats with metal soles. He said he was going to jump in them. He even egged me on by saying he'd give me 100 euros if I could withstand him jumping 100 times in them.

Of course, even just having the cleats on me, let alone jumping, was incredibly painful, and he was trying to leave extra marks by sliding on them. The metal soles of the cleats felt like nails being driven into your body. He climbed on top of me with the cleats on for 100 jumps. He started jumping, but I stopped him because he wasn't standing in the right spot. Of course, he'd only jumped about 10 times. Anyway, we found the right spot and started again from scratch. He was jumping with moderate to high intensity. At one point, I think he thought I could continue. To avoid losing money, he started jumping excessively hard and high. After about 25-30 jumps in total, I had to give up because it was getting dangerous.

When we finished, I was in a lot of pain, and my body temperature had increased significantly at the points where he jumped. Plus, my chest was covered in cleats marks. His first words were, "Yeah, my money is safe!" Even if I could withstand 100 cleats jumps, I would never have taken his money, but he created his own adventure. Anyway, we did a total of 4 hours of intense trampling and many different concepts over two days. We finished the day with a jump and trampling session in suits and dress shoes. When the sessions were over, I felt like a truck had run over me. But we were both happy with the results. The next day, on the plane – I normally never sleep – I slept soundly for 3 and a half hours because I was so tired.

I've done many sessions with Tramplingmastertim, and we pushed the limits in all of them. Once, he stayed on top of me for about 10 minutes, and I suddenly fainted. He didn't intentionally knock me out; we weren't doing anything particularly hard, but I think my brain got less oxygen. When I woke up, he was laughing and asking if I had really fainted or if I was just joking. But 15 minutes later, he was back with his challenging jumps. What sets him apart is his fearlessness and his willingness to push limits. Be careful what you wish for from him!

I can see I'm going to have to work my 90kg to make you feel it. Maybe I should hold onto some weights to push myself over 100kg.

Is there a session that you would call your worst? If so what went wrong?

I really hate when people are afraid about trampling in a session. Please don't meet me for trampling if you are afraid to trample or afraid of being trampled. I hate anything that involves fear. I would call them all the worst. I love strong characters.

100% know what you mean, and I agree. If you are trampler you need to have a confidence - no asking the sub “are you ok?” - just do it. They will tell you in some way or other if they not ok. You need the right attitude, some dominance . Doesn’t have to be “fuck you faggot” although I know a few subs who like that, but more importantly the way you move - no hesitation.

Absolutely! You sound like my inner voice.

This is the sort of thing I have taught the straight boys in my videos.

I wanted to ask if I could do a shoutout for some of my favourite tramplers in this TrampleTalk?

Go for it, maybe you could tell us a bit about how you met each of them or a memorable trampling experience you had with them?

trampleyouflatuk

He's the most passionate and dedicated man I've ever met. You can feel the pleasure he gets from it. He always pushes you to do more. He tests your limits. I practically grew up watching his videos online. Meeting him wasn't easy. I tried to contact him many times when I went to London, but he thought I was a fake young boy. But 11 years ago, he came to Istanbul for work and wrote to me. This time, I seized the opportunity and had a meeting with him.

He really tested me. For him, endurance is important. If you're a complete beginner or have low tolerance in trampling, you won't get along well with him. He likes to push your limits. I know he's quite harsh with women too. Therefore, he thinks men need to be much more tolerant. After successfully passing the test in Istanbul, he invited me to London. If you can meet him a second time, it means you've passed the test in trampling. I've lost count of how many times we've met. In London, we had a very effective trampling session for three days, pushing my limits. He laid a few mats on the floor. He placed a device under my waist to keep my hands at my sides, and I couldn't move my arms.

We started slowly, then sped up, and continued with quick steps and hard jumps. I have an obsession with jumping. My obsession is that I don't feel completely satisfied until I've been jumped on 100 times without stopping and landing. Of course, this isn't always easy. Sometimes, to be able to endure 100 jumps in a row, I have to endure maybe 500-600 jumps in total, or even many more. If something goes wrong, we start from zero; let's say I give up at 90, we start from zero again. We almost always complete this 100-jump limit in every meeting. I estimate that he has jumped on me over 2,000 times in total to date. By the way, he's the one who introduced me to and made me love facesitting and butt drops.

He'll put your head on the corner of the bed and repeatedly land on your face. He'll jump and land on your chest and stomach. I can say I've loved this since I discovered it with him. I also tried neck trampling for the first time with him. He's a fantastic trampling instructor. I know about his experiences with bouncing on the throat. He did a few small bouncings on my throat, but he's trying it on a different level. In neck and head trampling, he really pushes the limits until you're completely exhausted. When you tell him you can't do any more, he doesn't listen much, he even gets really angry and pushes the limits to the very end. He also loves wrapping you in plastic wrap, crushing you, and bouncing on you. Because in that situation, you're completely helpless. You're entirely at his mercy. This way, you satisfy his sadistic desires. I tried this for the first time with him too, and I loved it.

Interestingly, I feel extra strong and endure better when wrapped in plastic wrap. Maybe my body is activating an automatic defense mechanism. Of course, with your lack of resistance from the wrap, it continues to crush you until it tears. When I finally get out from under the wrap, I'm drenched in sweat like I just stepped out of the shower. I guess it's a good way to sweat it out. 

There are certain rules before meeting with him. For example, you must stop trampling with anyone else two weeks before the meeting. So, your performance shouldn't be low because of aches and pains, and you should give your all for the meeting.

He won't accept a session with another trampler who will crush you. He wants to use all your energy himself. He doesn't want to share this with another trampler. Also, he wants your face to be thoroughly shaved for facesitting. We made the most of our three days in London, right up until the last minute before leaving.

Cne_nemo

I had the opportunity to meet him three times in Paris. He's one of the big names in trampling. Probably everyone has come across his videos. He pushes boundaries, especially known for his powerful jumps.

He's completely focused on trampling, and the session we had at his house in Paris was quite intense and impactful. As soon as we entered, without much conversation, he told me to take off my clothes and lie down on the mat on the floor. He wasn't very heavy, I think around 75kg. Of course, much harder sessions can be done with lighter people. He jumped on me very hard many times. While pressing on my chest, he would jump and spin, moving to my stomach and then back to my chest. He didn't take long breaks. I'd say he only allowed me to breathe very briefly.

He was wearing sneakers the whole time, only once did he stomp on me with his socks. It's not something he usually does; I haven't seen it in his other videos. I guess he thinks it hurts more and he maintains better balance with his shoes on. He really tired me out; since he mostly stomped on me with his shoes on, there were quite a few marks on my body. When I left his house, I felt a lot of pain and my voice was hoarse from the intensity of the jumps.

sneakerdombln2

We met at a party in Milan. He was sitting in the corner with one of our mutual friends from Cologne, Mr. H. Sneakerdombln (SDB) said he wanted to dominate someone. Mr. H asked him who he wanted to dominate in the main party area. At that moment, I was kicking someone and was being a bit rough. SDB pointed at me. (Isn't that interesting? He wants to dominate a guy he saw dominating. If you read the subtext well, I think this is very impressive). Mr. H said he was friends with me, and then Mr. H called out to me and introduced me to SDB. He's a guy who can dominate you with his gaze. 110kg+ and 47.5 size feet. The moment I saw him, I wanted to be dominated by him. After a short introductory conversation, SDB, Mr. H, and I went to the dark room. SDB was wearing his signature Nike Shox shoes. The two of them really dominated me in the dark room. Afterwards, we had some great one-on-one trampling sessions.

He said it was the first time he had truly jumped on me. He was a little hesitant the first time. But now he jumps on me repeatedly and is really enthusiastic and very good at trampling. We've met many times in Milan, Berlin, and Brussels. He's one of my closest friends, someone I value very much. We get along well; it's a pleasure to be around him. I'm lucky to have had the opportunity to meet him

Every meeting with him is very effective. SDB really makes you feel that dominance. In trampling, the mutual energy connection is very important. With SDB, there's an energy explosion. As I write these lines, I've just met with him and I'm feeling that sweet, post-trampling sensation in my body. In our meeting in Milan, we went into the largest of the darkrooms and I was on the mat with another trampling friend. He crushed us with his shox. He was jumping from one of us to the other.

He was kicking us hard with his foot, pushing our limits. The sound of his foot hitting our sweaty bodies echoed much louder than usual. We watched each other while he was on top of us, and we watched what would happen to us next, with the fear of knowing that we were the other victims. Fair! He applied the same dominance to each of us. We were both exhausted from trying to escape, and it was very clear who my boss was. At this point, he was stepping on me with one foot and on our other friend with the other. He was bouncing like that. I'm sure the sounds coming from us must have sounded very frightening from the outside.

He took off his shoe and started stepping on our heads. With one foot on my head, he covered my mouth with the other, trying to make it difficult for me to breathe. He wouldn't get off until you touched his foot, then he'd do the same thing to the other tramplee. At one point, we were lying side-by-side, our faces turned towards each other. One foot was on his head, the other on mine. Seeing the pain on each other's faces was incredibly moving. To feel that pain while watching it from across the room was like looking in a mirror and seeing someone else! We both gave up. We were both drenched in sweat. The mat we were on looked like it had been doused in water! Every session with him is uniquely enjoyable

chrispapa673

I actually met this Greek Trampler (GT) thanks to Skyjoe. They contacted each other through the Meetfighters website. Skyjoe asked me to get in touch with him, both because of the proximity of our countries and so I could share my extensive experience with parties and other activities. This young and handsome guy turned out to be a treasure. He's a trampler passionately dedicated to trampling. I invited him to Milan, and he came. Later, we met again in Istanbul, Antalya, and most recently at a party in Milan. Trampling with people who share your feelings about it is priceless. This guy is one of them. He doesn't have hundreds of experiences, but I admire his passion and the effort he puts into gaining experience.

I see myself in him at that age. We've established a good rapport in this short time, and we have many plans we want to realise. I see a future world famous trampler on him. His trampling style is very impressive; he never takes his eyes off you while trampling and loves long trampling sessions with hard jumps. It's very possible to see the pleasure he derives from your suffering in his eyes.

I always say, if the person you're meeting with is focused on trampling, it's very difficult for that meeting to go badly. And some people are naturally talented at trampling. Our most effective trampling session was in Antalya. Tramplingmastertim (TMT) and GT met there for the first time. TMT and I sweated a lot for three days. I was lying on a single bed, and they both started bouncing on me. Actually, they weren't bouncing very hard, but the first one was coordinating. I started to feel the springs of the bed on me. Right at that moment, the bed broke. There was a loud crack. Of course, there were a total of 320kg on the bed, including me, and because of all the bouncing, the bed couldn't withstand it. So we separated the bed from its base and put it on the floor to prevent further accidents.

Of course, the intensity increased when the bed was on the floor. GT was bouncing on my head while TMT was delivering hard blows. While on the ground, TMT suggested GT jump on his back so they could both crush him as one body. GT jumped without hesitation. Their combined weight exceeded 230kg and enduring that was incredibly difficult. You could say it was a real fight for survival. I don't know how to describe it, but it was like running while holding your breath. I was bright red, and the veins in my neck and head were very prominent. Of course, I couldn't last very long, but after 2-3 seconds of break, they were back up again.. before I could even finish taking a breath. They repeated this several times.

GT would climb onto my head and wait for a long time. Really, really long. At that point, I felt like I'd stepped into another dimension and moved away from it. When he got off, the blood circulation in my head suddenly resumed, creating the feeling of litres of water pouring from my head into my body. Then, both of them would forcefully sit on me in bed, GT on my body, TMT on my head. Imagine this happening hundreds of times. TMT would sit on my head, GT would sit when he got up, sometimes they would do it synchronously. So I was constantly under pressure. Sometimes they would slow down, sometimes speed up, and I never knew when or with what intensity it would happen, and I was desperately trying to continue what they were doing without giving up.

At one point, I think I got too quiet, and they stopped to ask if I was okay. Another day, this time both of them were wearing cleats and started trampling on me. Even with just one, it's incredibly difficult to endure cleats, but with two, it's truly painful. I had hundreds of cleat marks all over me. Some were really deep, and I had scrapes. Of course, the next day, the small scrapes started turning different colours. GT is very enthusiastic about trampling. He said he loves seeing the other person suffer while being trampled. So he gets much more pleasure from trampling on me with cleats and similar shoes.

gymfeetalpha

Our first meeting is very memorable. I met this handsome guy at Amsterdam Sportswear Weekend. Besides sharing the same native language, we also have the same tastes. We are united by trampling. We had been talking on Instagram for a while, but it was our first time meeting in person. I recognised him the moment he arrived at the party on the first day. He's the kind of person who makes you feel his aura the moment he walks into the club. After a short introduction and conversation, he suggested we go upstairs, saying there were mats on the floor. Of course, I got the message. There, after another little chat, he said I'd been sitting too long and it was time for me to lie down. And of course, that's exactly what happened. From the moment he got on top of me, hhe did some really good bouncing.

At that moment, I truly understood that it wasn't vanilla. Then, he put one foot on my head and started bouncing there. He tried to balance for a while, pressing one foot on my throat and the other on my face. You really feel his sadism. He starts by testing you hard, and if you can endure it, he continues. It was very clear that he was experienced in this. It's really not easy to withstand him. He pushes the limits. Afterwards, he sat on my head for a long time, drinking and talking with his friends. At one point, I thought he had forgotten about me under him. When he got up, I stood motionless for a while, like a rabbit caught in headlights. I guarantee you'll have a pleasant time with him. You'll feel the pleasure he gets and gives when he crushes you. Be careful when asking him for something; you might ask for one and he'll give you ten.  I'm sure we'll have many more great trampling sessions together. We have plans!

tramplingmastertim

As my most brutal trampler, we've already discussed him a lot but I wanted to include him here. He has no limits if you don't have any! I've met him in Istanbul, Antalya, Brussels, Dusseldorf. Every year we meet traditionally in Antalya for a holiday. He is not for beginners!

fatmaninuk1

This is my trampler friend from UK. We met in İstanbul, Basingstoke, Antalya. He is a great trampler and does it with passion. I have great memories with him! He is around 110 kg and loves hard trampling and sitting sessions.

After spending three days in United Kingdom meeting with trampleyouflatuk, I went to Basingstoke to meet Fatmanuk (FMU). Honestly, I was quite tired from those three days, but since I'd gone all the way to England, I wanted to meet him. He picked me up from the train station. He lived in a quiet, peaceful village in Basingstoke. Honestly, if it had been our first meeting, I would have been quite nervous. The phone signal was terrible there. Of course, being alone with nature, our only focus was trampling. I was quite thin when I met him. He said he liked to see the bones flex as he trampled.

He really stretched me out. First, he asked me to stand in a pony position. Knowing this beforehand, I had brought my knee pads. Suddenly, he ran and jumped on me, leaping hard. I wasn't expecting such a jump, and I fell to the ground. It hurt, and I asked him to tell me beforehand what he was going to do, as it could be dangerous. Again, in the same position, he forcefully let go, wanting to feel the stretch in my waist. Then, in the same position, he stepped on my back with both feet and climbed up. He started bouncing continuously. With each bounce, my waist stretched a lot. He even bounced on my waist with one foot a few times, which was very difficult for me. At one point, I said I was tired, but he didn't get off. Since he was still on top of me, I couldn't escape. I slowly started to crouch down, pulling my knees to my stomach. And I reached the ground. He was still on top of me. Apparently, he enjoyed this crouching.

Then he brought a chair. He told me to lie down on the floor. I only had a thin pillow under my head. He would jump off the chair and onto me. When he got on, he would step on my head and not touch the ground. Then a friend of his arrived while he was there. They started crushing me together. While FMU was jumping on my chest, his friend sat on my face, completely blocking my breathing. At that moment, I felt like I was seeing stars again. They crushed me together for a long time. FMU was quite an experienced trampler and kept giving his friend instructions on where to step and what to do. His friend did whatever he said.

After his friend left, I was very tired. He suggested we try 100 jumps, but I gave up after every 20-25 jumps. We tried a few times, actually, we were exceeding 100 in total, but I really didn't have the energy to do 100 in one go. The next day, after a few more attempts, I managed to reach 100, but towards the end I was almost completely bruised. I was especially angry with myself for giving up at around 70 or so. Actually, he noticed this and, to make me give up, he increased the intensity of the jumps towards the end of the series. In the final jumps, the force was so intense that saliva was practically flying out of my mouth. By the last day, I could barely walk from exhaustion.

alphapantherbln

I'd like to mention my best friend. I met him in Folsom Berlin, dressed as Spiderman. I tapped his arm and asked him for trampling. He's the poster boy of the Milan parties! And he didn't refuse. Even though he's not as big a trampling fan as I am, he never gives up on trying both. And he always supports and encourages me endlessly. I want to thank him here. I tricked him by calling it a Turkish massage. My advice to you is to make friends like him! Having people around you with whom you can talk about trampling over a couple of beers and who understand your feelings is invaluable. Our differences should be our diversity, not our divisions.

Let's talk about the Milan sneaker trample parties, you regularly go to these. Have you been going since they first began?

First, here's some useful information about them. You can find all the details here: https://www.sneakersexitaly.it

The organiser of the party is sneakerit - click to be redirected to their Instagram page.

I first encountered Milan parties in May 2017, so I wasn't there at there first one but since my first time I've become addicted to them. These parties are held twice a year, in May and November. I've attended 14 parties to date, the last one being in May of this year. Except for the interruption during and after the COVID period, I plan everything around these parties. As someone who has attended almost all sneaker parties in Europe, this is the most successful, most attended, and most enjoyable party I've ever been to.

These Milan parties are actually held regularly every month. However, twice a year (May-November) international parties are organised. And when I say international, I don't mean it figuratively; it really is international. I'd say more countries are represented than at the NATO summit. On average, hundreds of passionate people from over 30 different countries come together. At the last party, 33 countries were represented;

Over the years, I've invited dozens of friends to these parties, and not a single one I invited has failed to come back. Honestly, I've built most of my network thanks to these parties. No matter where you go in the world, being able to stay in touch with people you've met at these parties, or discovering other parties and people in other countries and cities with them, is invaluable. Different languages, different cultures, different interactions, but the same tastes, the same body language. When it comes to trampling, no matter where you live in the world, no matter how different we are, we share the same passion and feelings. What sets the Milan International Party apart from other organisations is that it has three separate parties on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.

It's worth leaving your country. Everything is also very well organised. Most people stay at the same hotel, which means you can do many activities together: breakfast together, sports together, pool together, meals together, sightseeing together. In previous years, we went laser tag together. Of course, since we're in the same hotel, pre-parties, after-parties, and private parties are a lot of fun. You wouldn't believe how many people might be in the rooms at the parties in the terrace rooms.

We've been playing trampling games for a few years now. Only tramplers and tramplees can join this special party. If you're coming to this game, you should come to play, not just watch. Less talking, more action. The tramplee who completes the most tasks written on the cards you draw becomes the champion. For example, the card you draw might say all tramplers must jump 10 times on their chests, or it might be a task where all tramplees compete against each other. I've been champion once and shared the championship once. Of course, the goal isn't the championship; we're focused on the fun part. It's much more enjoyable with a large group.

Milan parties take place in both public areas and private dark rooms for one or a few people. You can even try trampling on mats laid out in many places. Honestly, doing it in the communal areas is especially enjoyable because spontaneous new people join you, or you find yourself surrounded by people who enjoy or are interested in it. Because trampling is louder and more action-packed than other fetishes, it instantly attracts a large crowd. It's incredibly impressive to see the fear and amazement of those unfamiliar with the fetish, and the passion in the eyes of those who are.

I'd say a spark can quickly turn into a huge fire there. But of course, in public events, besides the positive influences from the environment, there can also be unwanted interactions. For example, while you're having a very enjoyable trampling session, someone you're not interested in might suddenly come and start crowding you, or you might encounter excessive attention you don't want, perhaps under the influence of alcohol. Or you might go to private dark rooms with someone you're interested in. These are all choices; I prefer both, depending on your mood at the moment. Milan parties are very crowded, so it's not easy to focus. If you manage to focus and use your energy efficiently, you'll leave very happy.

I always wondered about unwanted attention from people who maybe you don’t want to play with.. and you’re on the floor and they come along and try to stand on you, what happens in this situation?

Unwanted visitors is so common. You know people become a bit drunk so you can't do anything to them. I kindly warn them. If they don't understand I push with my hands. I'm 99% angel, but damn that 1%!

I imagine lots of guys on the floor at Milan party .. it’s exciting.

You can be jealous while someone tramples on you because you're thinking about and seeing other trampling session right next to you.

Has there been a Milan trampling party out of all the ones you attended that stood out as the best one? What made it the best if so?

I guess the last one was the best. Great weather, many great people and my best friend was a poster boy. I hadn't travelled for 6 months so I was fully motivated and horny. When I'm horny, be careful guys.

Just to mention some other parties also:

Folsom Berlin is an international street festival held annually in Berlin, bringing together fetish communities related to leather, rubber, sportswear, workwear, puppies, and more. The event encompasses celebrations of free expression, body building, inclusivity, and consensual kink culture among adults. The festival features street parties, social gatherings, club events, and community organisations. Considered one of the world's largest fetish festivals, it attracts thousands of visitors to Berlin every year. In addition to the street festival, there are parties at the Qualgeist club for a few days. At these parties, you can see all kinds of fetishes imaginable: trampling, bondage, spanking, whipping, electric shocks, etc. The RBC (Rough Body Contact) party focuses on trampling. Of course, it's not as crowded as the Milan parties, but it's possible to meet people who understand trampling and have some great sessions. The official description of the RBC party is as follows:

Folsom also hosts sneakfreaxx parties. These parties are fun events for sneaker and trampling fetishists https://folsomeurope.berlin

I can also mention Sk8erboy parties, Amsterdam Sportwear Weekend, Belgian Sneaker Days, London Feetonfriday parties, Darkland (Antwerp), Paris Play X, and Warsaw sniff it parties.

You are lucky to have so many options that are not too far from you. None of this is close for us down here, and we have nothing like that in Australia.

There’s mention of Antalya a couple times - and solemeat has mentioned it previously too. Is this like a little mini trampling party you organise each year?

No, it's not a party, but a few friends and I are going on an all-inclusive vacation together for 3-4 days. We've been doing this for a few years now, so it's become a tradition. We started this vacation with Tramplingmastertim. In the last year we had the Greek trampler (Chris the Papa) and, as a surprise, Alphapanterbln. This year, Skyjoe is also joining us. Maybe a Bulgarian trampling friend and some other surprise guests will also be there. So, it's not a party, of course, but it's a great experience in terms of tramping.

When tramping is combined with a city tour, hotel animation, games and competitions, sea, pool, sun, massage, and good food, the enjoyment doubles. The only problem was that last year I was the only tramplee.And they left a lot of marks on me from the first day. I didn't want to go into the sea and pool with marks on my back and chest like that  Even though it was the middle of autumn, the weather was 37 degrees and very hot. I couldn't stand it anymore and had to go into the sea with just my t-shirt.

What do you enjoy besides trampling?

Face-body sitting, shoulder rides, piggy back ride, butt drops. But actually, the underlying message in all of them is to feel or make others feel the weight on me. Of course, my love for feet, socks and sneakers is undeniable. By the way, I still discover new things. I can't say I've completed my evolution. Even if it's not my first priority or on my radar, I'm open to trying new things. You can't know if you'll like something without trying it and getting into it. People shouldn't focus on just one pleasure and should give new pleasures a chance.

My advice is to combine their new pleasures with their own passions. For example, mummification itself seemed bland and meaningless to me, but when I tried crushing or being crushed while mummified, I found that I enjoyed it very much. Again, the underlying message is that the person being crushed is helpless and cannot intervene in any way and is at the mercy of the person doing the crushing. Don't be afraid to try, overcome your prejudices, create your own first impression. Life is full of surprises. You can't find the Easter egg without trying.

Any advice for beginners in trampling?

First of all, trampling requires both experience and passion. I've recommended trying other fetishes, but the results of trying trampling can be dangerous. Therefore, it's important that both parties are experienced. They should give themselves some time and test themselves. Soft to difficult. In other words, they shouldn't start with jumping right away. They can test their endurance and gradually reach their desired level. Bad trampling experiences don't just mean the tramplee is bad.

The real problem is the trampler. If they aren't carefully watching the tramplee, can't maintain balance, unnecessarily exceed their limits, don't know where to land, and don't know breathing techniques before landing, a bad trampling session is inevitable. Instead of complaining unnecessarily, the tramplee should strive to push their limits and endure. Let's agree on this: Trampling is painful and difficult. It's not good for delicate people.

Most importantly, they should absolutely never lie down under a drunk trampler. This can be really dangerous. Trampling requires both parties to have their full attention focused on the same thing. It's clear that this focus is impossible when drunk. Let's give a public service announcement here; don't drive drunk and don't run anyone over. I can say that alcohol makes the pain less intense when you're being run over. But everything is harmful when the limits are exceeded. Sometimes, at fetish parties, a drunk person might jump on you without your consent; I've experienced this many times. If you can't make eye contact with the person, find a way to escape.

In trampling, balance is crucial. A trampler with good balance ensures a very enjoyable experience. However, someone who lands unevenly might make a wrong move, sprain their ankle, fall, or injure a point of impact because they're landing on it incorrectly. Frankly, while trying to maintain their balance, they also lose all their charisma visually. It's a bad look, so I recommend tramplers practice on a balance board or balance pad/cushion, both on one and both feet. The feeling of landing on your stomach is the same, believe me!  By the way, another public service announcement: balance is crucial not only in trampling but in every aspect of life!

In trampling, it's not good for the tramp to have a very full stomach. The emptier it is, the better. Ideally, they should have already relieved themselves. This way, they won't experience additional gas pains on top of the existing discomfort. However, it's also important that the tramp gets enough energy at least a few hours beforehand, as this positively impacts performance. Although not highly recommended, I find energy drinks helpful, especially during longer sessions. Coffee also helps with focus. But of course, some people come with different requests. Once, a tramp told me to fill my stomach with food and drinks so he could trample me. He enjoyed making me vomit on a full stomach. So, tastes vary. But it's not something everyone can do.

Trampling is like any other sport. If you take a long break and then start again, it will be difficult. That's why regular trampling is important. And if you've had a few days of intense trampling, it's crucial to give your body a few days to rest. My best trampling sessions have been back-to-back, with a few days of rest in between. Regular trampling acclimates your muscles and bones to the weight, thus preventing excessive reactions and extending the duration of your training sessions.

You can have breaks during trampling. The shoulder gaps above the chest are one such area. This allows the tramplee to breathe and is a less painful area. Similarly, the pelvic floor and leg area are relatively more painful. Meanwhile, pressure can be used for a reasonable duration. The trampoline can be allowed to breathe while pressure is applied to the head. The head is one of the most feared areas, but the skull has the strongest bone structure in our body.

One of the most important things in trampling is breath control. It's often difficult because breath control is incorrect. First and foremost, balanced breath control is crucial. Breathe in through the nose, not the mouth, and exhale through the mouth in small breaths. In videos, you'll hear audible breath-taking; this indicates experience. I recommend breathing exercises. I'm trying to increase my breath-holding time and endurance, but there are many different and professional breathing exercises. By the way, don't underestimate breathing exercises. I know many people who faint during professional breathing exercises. None of us actually breathe properly, and it's very important. I won't give any more public service announcements

The surface you lie on in trampling is also very important; it should be neither too soft nor too hard. Contrary to popular belief, trampling on the bed isn't easy either. Maintaining balance isn't easy. Also, especially in back trampling, it's much harder to get crushed in bed than on a hard surface. However, we do occasionally try to slip to a softer surface. Having a pillow under your head is also helpful.

Placing both hands behind your head during trampling is especially helpful for chest trampling. Alternatively, placing both hands under your hips or, if you have a large lumbar curve, under your lower back, is also beneficial. Taking painkillers before and after trampling can sometimes help. But of course, experiencing the pain is a choice. Up to your mood! If your hands aren't very comfortable during trampling, it's a good idea to tie them up or attach them to a lower back brace. For example, my hands and feet are always uncomfortable. But this is dangerous for both the tramp and you. It can lead to incorrect positioning and accidents. If you trust the person you're trampling with enough, tying them up is best.

Eye contact is crucial in trampling. First, there should be a safe word (if you're able to speak, of course), and the trampler needs to check that everything is alright through eye contact. Pain is inherent in the nature of the activity, but monitoring the person is also the trampler's job. It's not easy to be the boss. If eye contact breaks and reactions diminish, the person may faint. This is a choice, of course, but don't be too scared afterwards.

Technique is important when stepping on the throat. It's easier and safer to step with the inside of your foot towards your chin, because this fills the space around the throat and prevents all the weight from being placed there. Stepping outwards is more difficult. Of course, this doesn't apply to flat feet or those wearing shoes. Turning the neck to the side while stepping on the throat is actually the most difficult position and often leads to fainting or coughing. Even when stepping straight on the throat, balance is important; stepping with one foot on the head and the other on the throat (like a military march) can prolong the duration.

What kind of shoes do you like for trampling?

I prefer athletic shoes with a nice sole, but I also like boots, cleats, and suit shoes. I've tried all kinds of shoes, including ice skating shoes. Of course, barefoot and socks are in a league of their own. But the imprint of a foot or shoe on your body is very impressive. Those that leave imprints are unforgettable!

What is your favourite part of the body for trampling?

Definitely the chest. Having jumps on my chest. My record is 212 jumps on my chest. I'm not in touch with the person who did this anymore, but I'm sure they'll read this. Trampling is a passion. It will find its way back to you. Besides the chest, I like getting my head and throat hit. But I don't want any marks on my head or throat (because I have to get up and go to work in the morning), so I only do it in socks or barefoot. I like other parts too, but if I list them all, the meaning of "favourite" will be lost.

What's the heaviest weight you've ever trampled with?

The heaviest was 150 kg, but a maximum of 5 people jumped on me. Totally around 450+ kg.

Is there something with trampling you haven't tried yet but really want to?

There's something I haven't tried yet that I'd really like to experience. I'm not sure if it falls strictly under trampling, but it's definitely related. I'd like to be run over by a motorcycle, a car, or an ATV. What comes to mind is one of Smashman's videos. In it, one of the ATV's tires was resting on his stomach while a skater climbed onto the tire and repeatedly jumped up and down. The way the tire flexed with each jump, combined with the weight of the ATV, looked incredibly intense. The key to doing something like this safely is positioning your body so that it is level with the surrounding ground, like in the AI image below. In other words, you would either need to be lying in a trench so your torso is flush with the ground, or lie next to a curb or another solid support that keeps your body at the same height as the surface.

AI image.

Otherwise, you could be seriously injured. The scene I imagine is this: after the driver stops the vehicle with one of the tires resting on my stomach, he steps onto my chest. Then he climbs onto the tire and jumps up and down several times. After that, he jumps from the tire onto my chest. We could even push the limits further with throat standing. That's honestly what I'd like to say. However, I think it would be best if the other person were experienced with this kind of activity, so I'm willing to wait for the right person and the right moment. And if you think about how a car's suspension constantly bounces with the movement of the people inside, wouldn't that make the whole experience even more intense?

Also I've never tried it, but the idea of ​​being run over by a car really interests me. I have a few contacts who want to try it. But I want to do it with the right people. I hope I don't break anything. Hand, chest, stomach, and back. So, if an average car weighs 2000 kg, the driver weighs 100 kg, and another 100 kg person jumps on the wheel that's crushing it, I think I could finish this with 2200 kg. Experienced people, please contact me.

What excites you most with trampling?

I see trampling as one of the strongest points of encounter between sadism and masochism. The person doing it knows they're going to hurt you, they know you'll struggle, they know you'll have difficulty breathing, they know you'll have marks/wounds that will last for weeks, they know you'll experience some pain for a while, they even know you might faint, and yet they still do it. That's what affects me. That's why trampling done with fear doesn't affect me. But this sadistic and indifferent attitude always sends me strong signals. For me, the real value of trampling lies in the underlying message it conveys. Otherwise, you could let yourself be trampled for a massage too. And I do do that too.

Trampling is my key word; if you approach me with trampling, there's very little we can't do. And there's Smashman, whose name I don't want to leave unmentioned. We exchanged a few messages before he passed away. I wrote that I wanted to meet him. Every day when I came home from school, I was excited to see if he had uploaded a video to YouTube. I can say I grew up watching his videos. But the last thing he wrote to me was that he had pancreatic cancer and unfortunately could no longer trampling. He sent me a few of his videos. Back then, those videos were worth their weight in gold to me. He advised me to chase my dreams about trampling and to be brave. And that's what I'm doing. RIP Smashman!

Is there anyone else in the trampling community you'd like to meet?

I can say I've met most of the people involved in trampling. But even though we've known each other for years, we unfortunately haven't been able to meet in person. Besides that, I want to meet Pilotboots. We exchanged a few messages, but I think I didn't communicate properly, but I really want to meet him too. He's one of the big names in this community. I always find his style impressive. Besides that, there are many no-name people and newcomers to this community who are in my area of ​​interest, but I'd like to meet them and have trampling adventures with them over time. Especially in Kazakhstan, there's a tramp who's experienced in crushing with army boots.

If there was one thing you could change about the trampling fetish, what would it be?

I wish trampling wasn't such a breath-holding fetish. If I could change anything, I'd disable the lungs for this fetish. That way, someone could be held underfoot for many hours. You somehow endure the pain, or you have to endure it. At least you don't die. But human anatomy can only withstand breathlessness for a limited time. A normal person, if they practice, can withstand 2-4 minutes, and those who have received free diving training can withstand 5-8 minutes at most. This unfortunately shortens the duration of trampling and makes an already difficult fetish extra challenging, limiting you. By the way, I recently learned that if you breathe pure oxygen beforehand, breath-holding records exceeding 24 minutes are possible. I think you can guess what came to my mind after learning this.

No one has ever given that sort of response to that question. If it wasn't already obvious, it clearly shows how much you think about trampling. It's a good point, would make trampling a lot easier for everyone.

Do your friends outside of trampling know you're into it, or is it a secret?

Honestly, I don't share this particular fetish with my friends in my normal life. I keep my normal life and my fetish life very sharply separated. But others know I'm addicted to trampling. I only mentioned trampling to a friend I knew who was straight and had a female slave. He was quite interested. He said he would definitely try it. He said his female slave was a 50-kilogram, skinny woman. My friend was a well-built, athletic guy. I said she might not be able to handle it. He said she was thin but strong, and that she had to endure anything I wanted. A few days later, when we talked, I asked if he had tried it. He said he had and enjoyed it a lot, but his slave had a hard time and even got dizzy. He said he would now use it as punishment if she did something he didn't like.

What is the most unusual location you have trampled or been trampled?

I think the most interesting areas were the forest and a shopping mall parking lot. The forest was quite deserted, so the sounds and intensity of the trampling were high there. But the shopping mall parking lot was a bit more exciting. I was a little tense with the fear of being caught by someone among the cars, but that was a different kind of fun, of course.

Have you ever done something unusual within trampling?

It's not something I talk about much, but I much prefer situations where a man trample a woman to situations where a man trample another man. I've watched countless videos about it, and it really gets me going. It's very impressive when a man uses his physical advantage over a woman. I once trample a woman myself. It wasn't overly harsh, but after all, she was a woman, and by many men's standards, she had done a good job.

This is so rare to see and find. How did this session come about? I understand that watching a man trample a woman could be arousing, due to the taboo and perceived weakness of the woman - but I think I would rather watch a small guy get trampled, personally.

She added me on instagram many years ago. Account was looking fake so I didn't accept her friendship request . But she sent me a lot of messages. She talked about how she like to be trampled by guys but she was complaining about how guys were too afraid to trample her. Being honest our meeting took some time cause I thought she wasn't real. But we eventually met. She wasn't experienced a lot but she did a good job. She was so horny and excited when we met. I tested her limits. It was a pretty long session with a lot of breaks.

Why do you think people come to have a trampling fetish?

There must be a psychological explanation for this. But when I look at my own story and the other stories on TrampleTalks, they all stem from certain experiences in childhood. Maybe some traumas, big or small. But there's definitely something. Back then, our imaginations were very colourful. Therefore, we attributed greater meaning to everything than it should have. Over time, reality begins to fill the void left by imagination, and unfortunately, it's not always as colourful as our imagination. That's why many of us fill this void by watching trampling videos, etc.

There's a saying that's very common in Turkish, I don't know if it's used in other languages. It's usually said by adults to children when they've misbehaved or are about to misbehave: "I'll have you under my feet." I guess I took it too seriously. A sentence we heard, a video we watched, or a photograph we saw may have caused us to derive great meaning from its subtext. This is why the content that children watch, or can watch, is different from, and should be different from, what adults watch. I remember growing up just gazing at the photos of Extremskater and Skaterycoon and dreaming. By the way, I had the opportunity to meet both of them and have a trampling session with them. They are both legendary idols for me, second only to Smashman. I'll never forget checking their websites every day for updates. I would print out their photos, put them in my books, and get lost in my daydreams.

I had a fun session with those boys trampling on Smashman when the three of them came to Auckland. I wish I had a copy of the video that was taken but no idea where that has ended up.

What would you like to see more of in the online worldwide trampling community?

First of all we should be more united. Wouldn't it be great to have a platform that brings the entire trampling community together under one roof? A platform where people can chat about trampling, stay informed about each other's travels, and thus connect with fellow tramplers/ tramplees in the city during their business or leisure trips. For example, if someone about trampling arrives in Istanbul, I could get a notification so I don't miss out even if I don't check the platform every day. (I've had a lot of bad luck with this! ) Even organize trips together.

The platform could include content and experience sharing. We could use technology more efficiently and become closer to each other. I appreciate your efforts in this regard. I find the idea of ​​trampling maps very useful and creative. I always check this platform before planning a trip. I don't know anyone else who does this kind of blog about trampling. It's very important for people to express themselves correctly and to communicate effectively with others who are like them. Blogs like this provide a great floor for this.. Sometimes a photo or an account on a websites isn't enough to accurately represent yourself. Therefore, I think the online community needs platforms where they can come together to better understand each other.

One last question: Describe trampling in one sentence.

Knowing that I'm not a person of few words, and after hundreds of sentences in this TrampleTalk, do you really believe that I can explain this in just one sentence?  Okay, I'll try it for you! Trampling is the art of establishing dominance by inflicting pain and helplessness through the use of excessive force and weight.

I bet this was the longest TrampleTalk ever. I think, it's a bit like a book. My whole life of trampling flashed before my eyes like a movie. I enjoyed it very much. I hope you and the readers will enjoy it too.

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A big thank you to BTF for all his work on putting together the answers for my questions. I enjoyed learning your trampling history and reading your insights, we share very similar thoughts when it comes to trampling. I'll never get sick of talking to guys like us about trampling!

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