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like he was studing me. Then he said I need a beer, with
out any warning he started towards the kitchen, I thought
that he would step over me, but when he raised his boot he
planted it in my stomach stepping on me as he walke over
He was in no big hurry either. I had never had anyone do
that and the pressure was terrible. While he was in the kitchen I thought about how big he was. Mack must have
been around 6'4" tall and really muscular, like he worked
out in the gym. I calculated in my mind his weigh and
boot size. probably over 200 lbs. and from looking at the
print his boot left just half the heel and half the sole left
markes across my entire stomach. Probably a 15 I thought.
By this time Mack was returning, ready this time(or so I thought) he put his boot across my chest and slowly stepped across, The pressure forced the air from my lungs.
Mack sat his beer on the table and returned to me. Any comments boy? He asked. Still stuned from the last step
I said no. Good he said I like a QUIET Carpet. This let me
know what I was in for. But by Damned I wasnt going to
give in now. Mack walked to me and said I am going to break you in right, -k-, I really won't hurt you, altho you
might think so. I didn't answer, and Mack placed his boot
on my stomach length wise, Stepping down on me I thought My supper and beer was comming up. I could hear
the liquid sound as the beer was being displaced in my
gut. He put the other foot on my chest and put the weigh
on it This time I was ready and was able to hold my breath
as he stood there. I thought my head was going to explode!
Shifting his weigh back and forth from the chest to the
stomach about 10 times just giving me enough time to breath fresh air as he crushed my insides under his massive boots, He turned on both feet, leaving the soles on my body as he did so, twisting my skin underneath, the lugs digging in to me and removing some skin with them, he started a slow side stepping action from my groin to my
neck. I could feel my ribs shifting out of place as he stepped on my chest. Mack made sure not to put a lot of
weigh on my neck just enough to chock.
he would step off and let me relax. I think Mack was supprised at my stamina, little did he know I was just as
eqotistical as he was and was not going to wimp out under his domination. Mack stared at my body for a moment them
said you have to see this. I looked down and saw LOOSE
pieces of top skin, nothing major just the first layer or two, sticking up everywhere. Probably from the skin conforming to the luggs of the boots. There was also tread marks EVERYWHERE, I looked like a waffle that had been turned in the iron three or four time. Lines from the pattern of the soles. Mack said close you eyes. I did and waited for the pressure to start again. But Mack had other
Ideas. He stepped down on my face with just th toe of his
boot twisting my nose under it like you would twist a bug.
Tears welled up in my eyes, then poured out the sides. He
then switched boots, but used the massive heel in the same
manner. Finally he placed it on myface then stood up. God
did it hurt. My eyebrows and lips cought under the soles. My teeth felt like they were being pushed back into my throat. Stepping back to my chest Mack said doing ok down
there. All I could do was nod my head yes. Good he said.
then started stepping with a bounce. I had always heard about walking with a bounce in your step, but this was
crazy. Mack kept working me over till I thought I could
take no more My legs were mumb, my stomach felt like
it was on fire and each time he was on my chest I could
feel the ribs pop. DID HE BREAK THEM I had thought.
Mack said ok now the finish with these boots. He stepped
on my family pride and worked his way inch by inch up
to my head. Standing on my chest was horrible by now.
He just stood there till I could hold the air in no longer,
I exhailed then I thought I was going to did. Mack stepped
onto my face SLOWLY then off. He said recoupe time.
Recoupe???? what was next I asked standing up, He
smiled and pointed to the military boots. Stiff and sore I
stumbled over to the mirror and looked in horror. My facl
looked like it had been beaten. marks (black ones) were
all over as well as the groove pattern of the boots.