Trampling Recollections 3

This is a story I've known about and been fascinated by for a little while now. It involves a very original idea for how to get trampled by several different men from an anonymous follower. Men who would otherwise have never heard of trampling, let alone get involved in it...

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I was curious to hear more about this story. You've told me a few things in the past, but I want to flesh it out in more detail. The short version is you used to (or still do?) have guys use you for free taxi rides in return for them trampling you?

Yes that's it, but it's really quite rare now. Maybe only a dozen times last year.

How did it all start?

I always had an interest in boots and trampling. I remember at primary school seeing a pair of DM boots for the first time and being fascinated by them. But I never did anything about it really even into my adult life. I just had a fantasy about being kicked and trampled by other men and feeling small and vulnerable. One evening in a bar it got late and I got chatting to two young guys (early 20s) who I knew vaguely. We were all quite drunk and they were discussing fantasies that they had, mainly concerning their girlfriends, etc. I somehow told them about my fantasy and they listened and thought it amusing and interesting at the same time. They couldn't understand why I would like that, but they weren't judgmental either. The night ended and I didnt think anymore about it.

I like where this is going!

A week passed and at about 2am my phone started ringing. It was early sunday morning. It was the two guys and they were outside a night club and couldn't find a taxi to get home. They asked if I would give them a lift. I was reluctant because I was half asleep and a bit annoyed to be woken up. They said, if you give us a lift we'll kick you around and stand on you if you want. I hesitated for a moment.. then reached for my car keys. 

Fuck that’s hot.

The chance to fulfil a life long dream with two sporty straight guys. I picked them up. We stopped the car in a quiet spot and I got down onto the ground. They started kicking me. Laughing at the bizarre situation while they did it. Nothing too violent because it was new to them as well as me. I asked if they would stand on me and they both stood on my back as I lay there. First one at a time, then both together. Then I turned over and they both stood on my chest. I struggled to breathe a bit at first but got used to it. I can remember what they were wearing. White reebok classics, and black shoes (Pods).

That’s awesome. Did it last for long?

Not very long. Probably just 5 or 6 minutes.

Who called an end to it?

I think I didn't want to push them too far as it was new to them. I think they enjoyed it judging by the laughter, but to them it was just a crazy end to their drunken night out. 

You must have been quite nervous on the way to pick them up. Did you have to drive them far?

About 10 miles or so I guess.

So how did it balloon into all the other guys then?

They called me again the next weekend and similar stuff happened. But the next week one of them was out with a different friendship group and told them all about it. At the end of their night one of them called for a lift again, but when I got there there.. 3 new guys were with him. I was a bit nervous about what might happen but he assured me they wouldn't take it too far. So I picked them up and got trampled in the same spot. This time ending with four of them standing on me.

Damn that escalated fast.

On this occasion I asked if they would stand on my head. And they each did in turn, except one who was worried I might get hurt.

I hate when they do that, you can literally see the others doing it and it’s fine.. he would have been no different.

Yeah I know!

And how long did it last for this time?

Maybe a little longer. Perhaps 8 or 10 minutes.

And this was like 15/20 years ago?

About 18/20 years ago.

And so the following weekend after that it happened again I assume?

Yes. Some of these guys took my number too and so they started calling when they were out. Each week there were new people, it got out of hand very quickly! Eventually it was happening every Friday and Saturday night, with multiple groups from around 11.30pm until 5am. 

Did you spend all your weekends sober waiting for 2/3/4am calls?

Yes, I changed my own social patterns to fit it in.

11:30pm - so on their way out as well as going home? And a trample for every trip?

Yes usually. Although it was not always happening on their way out because they were generally more sober and a bit more inhibited.

That's true, the drive home they’d always be drunk/tipsy I imagine .. so less fear of trampling you.

Yes exactly.

Did you ever have multiple people call for the same time and you couldn’t service some?

Yes that happened a lot. I learnt that straight lads have no capacity to stick to a plan when they're drunk! So I'd arrange to meet one group at 2am, and another at 3am. But then the first group would be late and it would clash.

Ah damn.. would you ever be late for someone’s pickup and they take it out on you with kicks and trample?

Haha, not really. They'd know it wouldn't really be a punishment!

Good point. What was the most amount of rides in one night, if you remember?

I honestly can't remember, but three groups in an evening wouldn't be unusual.

Do you remember what the longest trample was? Did anything ever go longer than say 10 mins?

I can remember two guys reluctant for it to end. One guy was a chef and the other a fireman. It was getting light by the time they finished. That probably went on for 30 or 40 mins with a few breaks.

Did you have to direct these guys or did they just do their own thing?

If it was their first time, but usually one guy would have done it before so he would direct the newbie.

Makes sense. So you never had any pickups where you didn’t know the guys? Like they had passed your number onto someone and it was a total stranger you picked up?

I tried to avoid situations like that. Too risky. Could be some homophobic nutter.

Fair. Are you still in touch with those original guys?

Yes, but I rarely see them. Most are married with kids and no longer go out every weekend!

I love how this is such an unusual way of getting regularly trampled by guys who wouldn't necessarily know about it or come across it - and it was their idea in the first place. Brilliant.

Yes all a bit spontaneous and spiralled out of control in no time!

Do you have a favourite night or a most memorable night? Maybe it was due to some hot passengers or some really good trample action or something else?

Thats tricky. Many memorable ones. A group of rugby players once who I'd always wanted to get involved and one night they were there with a guy I already knew and it just happened! Its always best when someone is involved for the first time. Sometimes they didn't believe what they had been told until they saw it with their own eyes.. and after that they'd decide to join in.

So what happened with the rugby players then?

I remember they got out of the car and I got on the ground and one of them said, what do you want us to do? I said just kick me around and treat me like shit. So they started kicking me and laughing. The one I already knew asked if he should stand on my head and of course I said yes. Then another guy, about 190cm asked, "Do you want my size 12 boats on your face?" They all laughed and I said yes. So he stood on my head. He must have been 110kg or so.

Did they all stand on you at once?

Yes. Three on my back and one on my head

What did it feel like?

The pressure was immense squeezing the breathe out of my body and I loved the feeling of all that weight on my face. You're absolutely pinned down and unable to move.

Yeah that's hot.. on the head especially. 

I've had guys stand on my chest and then walk over my face. I love that. Their treads digging into my cheek.

You didn’t ever have other people come across these scenes as you’re doing them, either by car or foot?

It was close once or twice. The police turned up once and asked what was happening. One of the lads said they'd just stopped to take a piss and they left us alone. They didn't see me on the ground thankfully.

Oh shit. Were there ever any girls or only guys?

I did get asked to take girlfriends home occasionally, but I didn't like to do it with them there. So they had to owe me a kicking!

Was there ever a favourite ‘customer’ and how often did they use your taxi service?

Yes I still have a regular from years ago and we have become friends outside of trampling, even though that's how it started.

That’s cool. Is he a favourite because he trampled you good, or?

Yes. He did it often and knew exactly what I liked.

Many of these were quite some time ago now, but you still do it today.. the ones who call you today they’re all people from back then, no newbies? Do you ever get any younger guys these days?

I started to reign it in when high quality camera phones became more common place. I didn't like the idea of people taking photos or video of it that they might share, so I reduced it to just people I really trusted.

Oh good point. I didn’t even think of that.

Then it all stopped during covid and never really got started again except with a trusted few.

Yeah if that was just starting today I can imagine something going viral on TikTok or whatever. So I imagine it was your main way of getting trampled?

Yes, pretty much the only way.

Before we finish have you got another good story from one of these sessions you could share?

Yeah, there was one time with two lads who were kicking me around a bit and trampling me for their ride home. As things were winding up I asked if they wanted to do anything else to me. I suggested standing on my fingers or head, then I threw in the option of kicking me in the bollocks. They laughed at that. Then, while standing on my fingers, one of them said, "I'm going to have to do that kick to the bollocks", obviously having thought about it for a few minutes. The other one said, "... so am I". I got to my knees, spread my legs and the first one took a run up and kicked me fairly hard. They burst into laughter and I remember the other one saying, "I can't wait for my turn". They found the whole thing entertaining and amusing. Afterwards they told me to kiss their trainers and say thank you.

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Have you ever done something unusual like this in order to get trampled? Or, do you have a great trampling story we can discuss in more detail to do a future Trampling Recollections post? Send me an email here: shwtguy@outlook.com