A night to remember

After highschool, I found life to be fast and hectic. I never seemed to be able to find the time to just enjoy myself and my friends like I used to. Work was the all time important thing, Until I met Randy.  Now Randy has a way of finding all the time for the things that he likes to do. He was always pestering me to go to the ski lodge that his family owned in Aspen.
After about a month of pestering, I had no ligitimate reason to turn him down for this particular weekend.  The drive up to the lodge was a cold and slippery one. I found Randy to be getting more excited with each passing mile. I however do not like snow and had my druthers about this.

Once at (and inside) the lodge I found myself more content with the situation.  Randy's family quarters was on the top floor and very secluded
from the rest of the lodge and guests. I only had one question for him, where in tarnation WERE the rest of the quests. Randy explained that at the begining of the ski seasion not many people came up. They wait for a better snowfall which creats better ski conditions. The lodge, immidiatly
became awkard and spooky.

Now Randy is a nice enough guy but .... I had heard stories about  him and
his funny little quirks. It was said that he could be down right cruel at times.  But I still found him fun to be around despite the roumors, (which I would soon be finding to be true to an extent).

Randy was hungry, as was I.  Raiding the kitchen (since the resturant was not to be open until next weekend), Randy and I found enough to fill our cravings and satisfy our hunger.  Returning to our quarters for the evening Randy started taking about fun time he had spent up here with other frinds, and this was going to be just as fun. The fire place was glowing with a fire that had been built while we were in the kitchen. It was warm and inviting, and I fell asleep on the floor in front of it.

I was  brought out of my sound sleep, by an enormous weigh on my chest and stomach. I could not move and it took me a few seconds to relise why. Looking up I saw that Randy was STANDING on me. He stood there long enough that I thought that I was going to pass out. Randy is no light weigh. I would say that  he stood 6'3" and weighed about 240 lbs. And the boots he wore I think that they were workboots they said Cat on them, I never really got to see them as they were to busy walking on me, I did catch a glimpse of the soles of them just as them were bearing down on my face. Hard gripping lugged soles always seemed to be able to leave their marks after each step. I tried to move but The S## of a B#### had tied me spread eagle to various pieces of furnature in the room. I was at his mercy and could do nothing about it.  Randy had the most chilling laugh that I had ever heard.  Randy was enjoying this. I (at the time) was not. I needed air but his weigh and constant trampling denied me of it.

Randy worked me over for about 10 minuts, then stepped off. Air at last, Sorry for the rude awakening  dude but I wanted to get started now befor
the weekend was over. Started on what I replied, then that creepy laugh, and the explanation that I was so dreading.

I am going to break you in right as one of my friends, and the more you complain the worse that it will get. With that he placed this massive boot on  my very tender crotch placing his weigh pound by pound on me till I  expected my pelvic bone to shatter. Trying to hold on to some of my pride, as well as my family jewels, I was determined to take him and everything he was planning to dish out to me, or should I  say on me. Stepping on my stomach was just as excruciating as his first step. I could feel everything shifting in my stomach cavity to accomodate his intruding foot and weigh.
this caused my eyes to water and my head to pound. But I found that the pain eased quickly before his next step to my chest. I truly expected my chest to crush under his weigh, but instead I found that I could hold him up and still get the air that I needed. Randy then placed both boots on my nippels and began to twist his boots like he was crushing  them like a bug or a cig. I thought that they were  going to be twisted off, a fierce burning sencation was presant, you know the one you get when you fall on a carpet  and skin your bare knee. Then Randy proceded to do the same to my nose and lips, this caused me to become dazed.  Next thing I knew was Rancy was literaly dancing on my entire body. hopping and bouncing on everything that his boots could touch. This lasted a long time, I thought that I was going to pass out from Randy's extended trampling.                       

I looked down at my body and found it to look like someone had taken sand paper to it. Pieces of the top layer of skin were every where as well as many boot prints. When I looked at Randy he had something in his hand, it looked like a soda can. Randy bent down and said "don't move or it will hurt", then he placed the can in my stomach. Lifting his boot above the can, I braced for the impact, Randy just held it there for a few seconds before dropping it down hard. Crunch went the can to a flat form. There was pain but no more that a moderate punch. Randy stood up on the can and bounced a few times to make sure that it was as flat as it  could get. I could hear the metal giving and  sounding under the pressure of his boot.
Randy seemed pleased with himself, he stepped down on the jewels again.
almost finished for the night he said and again began crushing me. This time he began running  in place, or at least all over me. He did this for about 10 minuts, befor he stepped off. Untieing me he asked if it were all that bad, No I had to honestly reply I think I was begining to enjoy it. THis was the end of the first night, and the begining of the rest of the weekend that would be fill with the same and a lot more..... but that is another story.