TrampleTalks 19: Southeast Beast

Next up we have a friend of mine who I've known for some years now. I've always been impressed with his stories and his impeccable taste in sneakers and boots. I've taken inspiration from his sneaker collection (as you'll soon notice) many times when deciding what to get myself! Happy to share these with you all.

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Ok, lets start with you.. tell us a bit about you, where you live what you do, etc.

I live in Jacksonville, Florida. It's the northern-most city in the state of Florida right on the Georgia state border. I'm a utility worker with 15 years in the business. Been blue-collar most of my life. Originally born and raised into a farming family where I got my start as a farmer and mechanic.

What's your earliest memory of trampling? Have you always been into this fetish?

As far as I can remember back as a child, I've been drawn to boots at first, then sneakers. Never did understand the draw but it was intense. I'd sneak into the garage at night, when everyone else was asleep, and curl up with my Dad's workboots when I was about 5. Boots always had the image of power and strength to me. After a short while of playing with those work books I'd put them on and started stomping on things in the garage I knew were garbage - old pieces of work material, tin cans, anything I knew was garbage. Whenever I'd slam by boot down on whatever was under me it just made me feel good. I'd have to say that this was a fetish that was born with me and not something I started doing because I saw others.

When I was in grade school, probably about the 4th grade, we'd be on the playground at lunchtime. My school was mostly filled with farmer's kids but with the new housing boom in the area we started to see more city kids. Us farm kids were kind of 'king of the hill' around the place. We'd often pick on the city kids for fun. To be honest, they just seemed like the weaker group of kids. But there was this one boy who had a strong tie to me and would follow me all over the place. We'd play far out in the play ground together all the time. It was like cops and robbers. Ultimately, every time, being the cop, I'd catch him and knock him to the ground. Each time this happened my foot was always either on his chest, or on his neck when I'd hold him down and call him my captured prisoner. I'd not stop with that, I'd keep stomping my foot down on his chest and would even stand on him like a super hero and pose. I think the kid liked it because it became easier for me to 'capture' him and he easily went down to be stepped on.

Really. It would be fascinating to chat with this guy now, to see if a trample fetish ever developed.. the way some psychological theories seem to say they do.

Honestly, I've thought a lot about this guy, and the others from back then, and wonder the same thing. Not to be conceited, but I think I grew into what most would consider the "daddy" type, or "dominant" / "Master". I am kinda that guy people look at and already start having fantasies with. I often wonder if the kids from back then, if they were gay or had these fetishes, were to look at me today or at a class reunion and fantasize about me stomping them. They wouldn't know that I'd do it for pure pleasure today!

You're giving me big dominant and trampler vibes so far, but I know you've been tramplee too. Would you say you are a switch 50/50?

I get asked the 50/50 question all the time and my answer is anything but common. For me, I'm 100% trampler and 100% tramplee. Yes, I know that's 50/50. However, I am not just comfortable in either position, I feel NATURAL in each position. I'll start first with being the trampled. If a God of a trampler like you wanted to put me on the ground and turn me into tender meat, I'd lay down and not one dominant bone in my body would wake up or try to stop you. I'd lay there and hope you'd put everything you have into me and bring me close to breaking point. Most importantly though, in my mind I'm rooting for you to bring all you've got because I want you to get off on what you do best. I think some people who are 50/50 come with limits and reservations and can't take a full on trample session. As a trampler, the moment a boy or a guy gets down on the ground at my feet I start to stir inside. I feel no amount of submission left. It's like the guy on the ground has tapped into my natural alpha state and all I can think of is putting my treads on him and making him regret he asked to be trampled by me. I'm really kind of tribal with this subject because I will trample those I find smaller and weaker than me, as well as the tough guys who need to be taken down a peg. But for an expert and trample enthusiast, I am wanting to get as much time under your feet as possible.

That is hot, it sounds like you really give 100% to each position.

Ok, let's hear about one of your first sessions you had as a tramplee when both of you were aware of the fetish (ie. not some school ground trampling).

In my younger life I frequented a local leather bar on the weekends and got to know one of the bartenders well. He was the kind that everyone wanted to get together with. He was about 6'4", beefy, in his 40's, worked construction, and always had some of the hottest looking work boots, size 14US. For me, all boots are hot, but when the man wearing them uses them for work it makes it even better because they're authentic and not just costume. I had always flirted with him every time I'd go in and we'd talk about the leather life. It's not hard to do in this kind place after all and especially when you're a few drinks to the wind. It came out in one of our conversations that I had a major fetish for boots and sneakers, "the bigger the better" and that's when he fired back with, "Are size 14 good enough for you.... boy?" I almost melted right there. He came right out and asked me what I'd do if I had to the chance to be with him. I wasted no time telling him that I'd lick his boots, dirty and all, from soles to shaft while he kicked back with a beer and I'd give anything to be walked on, trampled and kicked by him, hard! Like a man! I could take anything. He looked at me with a grin and told me he had the perfect idea to make that happen. That's when he offered me the chance to be his floor mat on a Saturday night for the entire shift. He told me I'd likely get dirty, stepped on a lot, kicked a lot and stood on a lot as well because when he's working he moves quick, and he's not going to slow down for me and if I get kicked, then I'm getting what I want. I was totally in for this.

That is so fucking hot.

He told me the following Saturday worked fine for him so it was a done deal. I showed up the following week an hour before they opened as he said. He didn't waste any time or make small talk. All he said was "Boy aren't you a brave one. You're really up for this? " I said sure thing. "Before we start, you got some boots to lick clean" and he grabbed me by the neck and guided me towards the floor and I wasted NO time getting to work licking his boots. I had a death grip on each one, I have incredibly strong hands, and I licked those boots like my life depended on it. I must have spent 30 minutes licking those boots and he just let me.. the boot I wasn't licking was on the back of my neck the whole time. When it came time, he pulled his boot away and said he had to start working and getting his station set up. He put his freshly licked boot on my head, pushed it to the floor and told me that for the next 4 hours I was nothing but a floor mat in his mind and it's up to me to adjust myself if I don't like it. He then hand cuffed me to the sink base and did the same to my ankles. He stepped on the back of my neck and kneeled down and told me, "I've never had anyone lick my boots this hard, it was like your tongue was on my foot itself. I ain't going easy on you tonight because you proved I don't have to, you really are a tough boy so I'll be putting you to the test." He got up on me and went about his business. Sometimes he'd stand on top of me when he'd cut his fruit. He never missed a chance to stand on my head and my ass at the same time. But the real fun started with the lights went out, the loud music came on and people started filing in.

Damn what a story. Sounds like he enjoyed it as much as you did.

It was totally dark on the ground and my senses were being thrown from the darkness, the loud music and the people talking loud. He started getting orders and was moving fast as ever. Whenever he went to the bar to take the order he had to lean over. I was always stomped on by at least one boot, sometimes by the heel. I know he was doing it on purpose. He'd JAM his boot into me. As he'd run around gathering orders, I'd get a direct kick to the side of my body, even the side of my head, with his steel toe. The customers knew I was down there too, he didn't hide that fact. He'd invite guys behind the bar for a kiss or hug and many of these leather boys and men would jump up on me, often hard, while they do their thing. When the night was done, oh I was sore.. I ached. I laid there for over 5 hours total being trampled on all night.

Was it a once off or did you do it again? Or perhaps get under him elsewhere?

It was actually just once. But I had gotten under him a few other times just in private. Often I'd get invited to lick his boots and that often led to me begging him to stomp me.

Also how old were you at this point? Do you find leather bars more open minded and accepting of this kind of fetish? I have not spent much time in leather bars but I imagine you'd probably have more luck finding someone to trample you in the leather community, they're much more open to kink.

I was 23 when this happened. Oh definitely. Leather bars are very tuned to the BDSM lifestyle and this is just part of what's on the menu. This bar was a Levi/leather bar.. more of a "man's" bar in general... masculinity was all over the place.

You started a fetish website back in the 90's, tell us about that.

I was one of the first to actually build a website of any substance of the fetish and I was brave enough to put my face with it as well. Like many, when we first start having the desire for anything foot/boot/trample/sneaker-related, we start to wonder what it's about, question it, and try to understand why we have these weird freaky desires. That was me when I was 20 years old. I had discovered there were other foot guys out there who had various subsets of the fetish when I started using the service called AOL. It was after that I decided to figure out how to build a website, and I did. It turned out to be one of the first, the largest, and most visited websites on the net. This was long before real search engines popped up too. My site not only was one of the largest, it was one of the most popular and had well into a million hits a month.

What was the website called again? www.jocklocker.com How long did you run it for? I ran jock locker from 1997 until 2004. I ended up letting it go. They're all trying to sell it now thinking it's still worth something when it's not! That sites been down for 15 years now... the jackasses.

What made you stop the site? That's an excellent question. Many people today can relate to this answer. In short, it became overwhelming. It was a level of fame that I did not want. I've been in radio and television before, and sat behind a camera delivering the news. That's fame. But when it comes to fetish, it's a different kind of thing that comes with a little bit of creep. You start to get objectified by people. I know people mean well, but they can really objectify you and treat you like meat. People stopped looking at me and stopped learning about who I was, and I started becoming the object of their fantasy. They projected what they wanted me to be, on me. It's for this reason I don't often meet and play with beginners, unless they can demonstrate to me they're willing to listen and let go. I like people who are truly into something not just dipping their toe in it just to see if they like it. If they start dictating to me how things will go, it just won't work for me. In today's world these people who have fame and popularity are now called influencers. I see people with 20,000 followers or more on Instagram and I see what it does to them.

Not much has changed then. I know plenty of social media accounts who get tired of people acting entitled, demanding time and content. I often get people projecting their fantasy on to me, wanting me to discuss in great detail what I would do to them. Unless it's someone I know or respect, I'm not wasting my time putting energy into getting them off at their keyboard. Social media is a wonderful thing for connecting with people but I truly believe it is more of a jumping point to find the real pot of gold. Those pots of gold are things like websites or very focused content on things such as trampling, stomping and stuff like that. It allows the content to be more concentrated in one place rather than scattered about a bunch of social media channels. I do honestly miss parts about having that site though. I have thought about bringing another website back to some degree. You should! You've got the skills and experience to make a site, which most people don't have. We definitely need more trample related sites out there. I enjoy helping people find their way through their fetishes, that was incredibly clear to me when I started jock locker and brought the fetish world online. I can't tell you how many times I've had people tell me a story when they figure out who I am and exactly what my website meant to them. I've heard people tell me that they were contemplating suicide and when they found my website it helped them feel normal. Quite frankly that's where I was when I started. I thought I was defective. I thought I was a freak of nature and there was something seriously mentally wrong with me. There was no real internet or Google search engine back then so getting access to information was a lot harder. But today the information is out there, the content is overwhelming, and the landscape has certainly changed. Somebody growing up today with a trample fetish is certainly in a much higher advantage than many of us from years ago.

I think a lot of people probably felt a similar way back then, maybe even still to this day. I know I felt a huge relief when my family got a computer with the internet in the early 00's and I discovered others into trampling - prior to that I felt I was the only one. I distinctly remember being on myfriendsfeet.com and seeing a pic of Ray standing on a guy. I remember it clear as day. It was mind-blowing to me. I'm interested in what you touched on earlier when you basically said you are picky with who you meet now. For a while I've always said I will meet anyone who is in Sydney wanting to be trampled, but I find myself less willing to meet newbies now also. It's not often satisfying, and I usually leave those sessions thinking what was the whole point of that for me? Can you elaborate a bit more on this and your preferences. Tramping is not for everyone, but for those who it is, you find the right trampler and the world will be the path at your feet when it comes to this fetish. I like to be able to get into my role as a trampler and just do it. I don't typically want to stop and ask how you're doing. I can read you, I can tell if I'm going too hard, I can tell if I'm hurting you. That's going to become very clear by just listening to you and seeing the way you roll around on the floor. I'll also understand a lot about you when we talk in advance as so many people love to spend time chatting online versus meeting... Don't I know it. But as I see it the best way to enjoy being trampled is to let the scene happen naturally. You can't dominate from the bottom. And when it comes to me you certainly can't dominate from the bottom because I'll get bored very easily. When guys do that to me, I start feeling like I'm just some sort of piece of meat or something to be scripted to please them. They no longer feel like my victim anymore they feel like my dominant and I'm just some worker at their disposal. To be honest, when I'm trampling somebody the last thing I want to think about is them. When I look down I want to see a victim. I'm not tap dancing on you, I'm not caressing you and holding you, I'm driving the sole of my foot into you. I want to hear you say ouch. I get off on the whimpering, and I certainly get off watching you clenching up after I've just jumped on your body 20 times in a row.

This is where we differ slightly. If I'm the one being trampled, I direct from the floor! As a victim/tramplee, I want and need you to be yourself. The last word I ever want to use with you is a safe word, or ask you to slow down or tell you something is too much. I'm going to throw all that out up front. When I'm laying under your feet and God willing one day I will be, I want you to be you, because when I'm under your feet I gave myself to you to make you happy. I want you to be the trampler that you are, and that's what I want others to want from me when I am trampler also. Makes sense to me, and I know someone like you could handle it, quite well. I imagine the majority of tramplees like and agree with this train of thought, but the reality for them would be unachievable.

What is your advice for newbie tramplees then? Seek out the content, look at what it is, understand yourself and what you want to try, and most importantly learn to let go. If you don't want to get hurt make it clear. If you need something light, and something worked up to, make that clear. The session will be more enjoyable, it'll feel more natural, and the fantasy will become a reality.

Let's get back to some of your juicy stories. Have you got a favourite story from when you were the trampler?

Yes I do, and the reason this guy was so memorable to me was because he was the first guy that gave me license to be the trampler I wanted to be.

I grew up in northern California but had moved to the centre of the US. One night I had logged in to the site and changed my home location to reflect my new state. This guy one state next to me had been dying to meet me. He drove 3.5 hours to come see me. I was okay with it. We wore the same size, were into the same things, he wasn't bad looking, and he was open to anything. When I saw him I knew I'd be the one trampling him.

This poor chap, he was half my size. I could have broke him like a pencil over my knee. But damn, he could take a beating. I had him on the ground, I stomped him with everything from Nikes to Wesco boots. I crushed his balls, his chest, head. I stood on his neck until he couldn't breathe many times. He kept begging me for more, especially choking him by standing on is neck. I was on his neck for so long he tried tapping out and I pushed him to the point I saw him passing out before I let up. I think I even cracked a rib. He had quite a few bruises and he STILL wanted more.

I took him out to the garage and parked my 4 wheeler over him (ATV). I'd sit on it while having a drink with my foot on his face on one side and the other on his cock. Finally stood up and just ran right over him.

The world needs more tramplees like him, or at least Sydney does anyway. How long did this session last for?

This guy was a serious tramplee. I just couldn't give him enough. 4 hours. Here's the thing. I'm a trampler and I love doing it. I'm also a tramplee and enjoy it so much that I sometimes can't get enough like this guy. But I'll always rememebr how he knew what he wanted and he just let me be me.

Are you open about trampling to non fetish people? Do friends know about this part of your life?

It depends. I'm not widely open about this fetish in general, I tend to keep it more to the appropriate audiences who are receptive of this. That's changed a lot over time especially with the way information can be used against you negatively. I tend to keep those things close to me.

What do you think the online trampling community is missing right now?

Definitely tramplers. However, just like tops and bottoms, they are always going to be in disproportion. It sorely lacks information and content. This is what once made the leather community so strong and vibrant, the passing down of information to the next generation. That to a degree has stopped happening like it used to and the leather community is breaking down because of it. I truly believe that we need to have more people like you and I contributing knowledge, so that others who are interested in this type of play can have a place to go find the resources they need. It will help them to have a safe and enjoyable time doing what is naturally calling to them. Let's face it, being stomped on or stomping on somebody is not necessarily an acquired taste more than it is something that's deeply ingrained in you. Learning and understanding will help bring that out in more and allow more people to enjoy this fetish as they should.

Have you ever received or caused an injury bigger than bruising as a result of trampling?

Honestly I've never hurt anybody as a trampler. I'm a big guy, I weigh 115kg. I realize I can do damage to people because not only am I heavy, I'm a solid piece of muscle. If somebody wanted me to break something I would consider it though. As a tramplee I had my little finger broken once.

What happened to break your little finger?

I asked to have my hand stomped on, crushed and ground under his heel. He took me up on it. He took the logger heel of his boot and stomped down on it many times, then he put full weight on it and twisted with the full weight. That caused my little finger to crack.

Oh shit, yeah that will do it!

To be honest it hurt but not that bad. In a way I'm actually excited to say that I have had a bone broken while being stomped. Kind of like my battle scar, at least it wasn't the rib! You get these straight guys that agree to stomp on you, and it's so much different than being stomped on by a gay man. To the straight guy, it's just kind of a bet in a dare, and that's how I got my finger broke. By a straight guy.

In my experience it's more about the personality of the guy, and how sadistic he is. There are some brutal gay guys out there..

I definitely like to meet some of those sadistic ones. They're my favourite.

Describe trampling in one sentence.

Trampling is one of the most intense forms of bonding and pain between men possible, as it requires a lot of trust which typically allows you to open up and let go.

Whats the most unusual location you've been trampled or trampled someone?

That's easy. The back alleys of Chicago. I was on a short business trip that didn't even last 24 hours. I was horny as hell, I just gotten out of a bar surrounded by hot guys and I didn't feel like going back to the hotel room just yet. I started wondering around outside the bar. I had had a few drinks, my inhibitions were weakened, and I saw two hot guys walking nearby. I said hello and they stopped to chat. I went right for their shoes as I knelt down and told them they are hot fucking shoes I'd give anything to lick them. Without any hesitation they let me, and I was guided into the alley to get out of view. I asked if they would stomp on me and they did. They were both wearing some of my favourite high tops, Nike Air Force One.

That's bold, and lucky. I like how you were rewarded for your boldness.

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

I have two. In short, one of them is simply put, to be locked in my leather sleep sack completely helpless to defend myself with a stomper like you who can do whatever he wants to me. At that point I'm just a piece of something on the ground for you to trample that knows the pain of your intense desire to trample under your feet.

The other is kind of an intense fantasy that can be done. Again it would be with somebody like you who is an expert. It is to be kept secured either by a chain or a shock collar where you have full control over me, in the idea is to last one hour under your feet being trampled however you want without screaming or saying ow. If I do, after the hour session you locked me back up in my cage and then we try it again until I get it right. My freedom and my escape from your intense trampling is to learn to find a place and let go so that you can trample me and I don't show you my pain.

I'd be up for either of those, especially on you.

I love situational scenes. I absolutely love them. I love being trampled, I love trampling, but I really love to put conditions into it and make it into something that has a little bit of a life of its own. I like to get creative.

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A big thanks to Southeast Beast for his time helping me put this together. I appreciate the effort you put into your photos too, made it hard to choose which ones to use here.