Crushing Boot

Story sent in by crushing boot. I don't know the title

It was a late night in the office with Dave, my boss, and myself still around.
We work at a computer company. Since the atmosphere in our office is
casual, Dave was usually wearing boots, and tonight was no exception.
He had combat, work, hiking, cowboy and Sorel winter boots and was
wearing the combat boots tonight. Dave walked over to me and said" how's it going?" I replied "Just fine." He had an external drive in his hands.
I asked ' What's that for?" He said "It's from a customer and needs to be tested out. Can you hook this up to your computer and test it?" I said sure. set it up on the desktop, and laid down on my back under the desk to plug it in, with everything from my hips down sticking out from under the desk.
Dave was still standing there. All of a sudden, I feel this pressure on my groin. I look down, and Dave has his boot just resting across my groin. Not much weight, but enough for me to feel it.  "So," Dave said, "You like to see people underneath boots, eh?" Startled, I replied with a "What!" since I had never told him about my dream of being stepped on and trampled by someone in a heaby pair of boots. He said "You know that person with the Hotmail address you've been discussing your fantasies with, well that's me.
So now, I'm here to see if you can take what you say you want." My heart immediately started racing. I didn't know what to do next.  All of a sudden the pressure increased as he leaned more weight into his boot. Feeling forced for an answer, I said.  "Ok, lets try it." With that Dave removed boot from me, and I came out form under the dest and layed on the floor. I was hoping I could support Dave: He was about 6'2" and about 210 pounds. Since I had never done this before, I warned Dave to go easy at first. He agreed and told me to take off my shirt. I did, and he placed his boot across my stomach, slowly increasing the weight. The Panama sole of the combat boot slowly made its way into my skin, crushing my guts beneath its immense sole and heel. Before I knew it, Dave had all his weight on top of me with one boot, and I felt like I was going to pop! He just stood there for about 10 second, and my insides were really starting to hurt. Then with a bounce he stepped off me. Having to see what he had done, I looked down at my stomach. The print of the hard sole and heel was huge on my skin! But before I could comment, Dave had already planted his boot on my chest and started pressing it into me. I told him to wait but he didn't obey, and the weight kept on coming. This time he used both crushing boots and walked all over me. I could hear everything being crushed in my stomach, and my ribs were bending beneath every heavy step the boots took on me. I was hoping he would not break any of them, as the felt like they were getting ready to snap! All this walking continued for about five minutes, then he sat down and said"Take a look now." I looked down and could not believe it, There were so many bootprints it looked like an entire army had marched across me!  Dave said, "Ok, that's it for tonight . When I wear my Sorels or my hiking boots you better not be here too late, or I will have to try them out on you."  To  which I said"Hey, I'll stay late!"

This is a great story guy. Keep them coming.