College Bleacher Hand Trample

My name is Frank. I come from a small suburb in New Jersey. Ever since I can remember I have had a foot & trample fetish. I loved women and girls that had soft beautiful soles, and tiny flexible toes. As for trampling & crushing, I don’t know why I liked it so much, but I always did. I remember being a kid and putting out some of my action figures on the playground hoping a beautiful girl would step all over it and crush it without mercy. The intense but pleasuring feelings I received from watching an object being crushed into pieces by beautiful women was amazing. I was careful to never get seen doing this, because I was afraid of the judgment I might get if it was noticed. I was always a shy person, especially when it came to my sexual fantasies. I even had a few girls in high school walk on my back to “crack it”, but never really exposed the truth behind why I really wanted walked on.

So let’s go to the present, I finished high school, which I must say I absolutely hated with a passion. Although I always loved knowledge & learning, I hated the way the public school system taught me & my peers. I also hated the stuck-up whores I went to school with, but that’s another story. But since I have been in college, I have been happy. In a lot of ways I have started a new life, meeting new friends, finding out I have more interests when opening my mind. Then I started to revisit the thoughts of my sexual fantasies. I wanted to find a way to go about getting stepped on by these beautiful college girls without being caught or noticed. So I visited a few sites and talked online to a few people with fetishes similar to mine. I came across a fetish story this guy wrote about how he hid under some bleachers and had some fantastic hand trampling. I prefer full body trampling, but I figured this might be interesting as well. My college homecoming court was being announced in the gym the very next day and I figured I would give it a try.

I woke up early the next day in my dorm so I could get to the Gym before everyone else did. There was a door that usually was unlocked that would let you go under the bleachers. I suppose the janitors used this to clean up whatever fell under the bleachers during the games. So I get to the gym and make sure nobody was around and then I went in the door and stood inside and waited about an hour. I suddenly started hearing voices of a crowd coming through in the gym, headed towards the bleachers. Instead of putting my hand out then & there to be crushed by the beautiful girls coming in, I waited. People started filling up the rows of bleachers and after about a half hour music started playing. Mostly pop & rock and people were talking which meant I had more of a benefit of stealth because of the noise being produced.

I decided now to try my first attempt at an unknown hand trample. There was a group of girls I found that were sitting near to the right of where I was standing. I look at some of their shoes to see what I would have liked to try. This girl in the center of them had on these very sexy, brown, wooden wedges with straps around the ankle and had a heel of about 3 inches. I decided she would be the first person I would try to get an unknown trample from. I softly slide my index finger, middle finger, & ring finger under her heel as it was facing up. I was waiting and waiting for her to press down, but nothing seemed to happen. Just when I was about to move on to a different girl her sexy wedge shoe came down on my fingers very hard. I felt it immediately and almost yelped in pain but managed to keep quiet. She had my hand stuck between the wooden bleacher and her wooden wedge with her full weight crushing my 3 fingers into a pancake. She then started to stomp her feet to the music, which hurt so much I thought for a second she might of shattered the bone in my ring finger. She then started to twist back & forth in a very slow manner like she was examining what was under her feet, and this had to hurt the most. Suddenly I was able to pull my hand out under her wedge heel as she stomped just at the right time before she suspected anything.

I suddenly felt a little blood coming off my hand seeing she had cut it with the sharp wedge heels she had on. While my hand felt numb and I couldn’t move two of my fingers, this was extremely arousing to me. I probably should have ended it there, but I decided I still had one more hand to use and have another experience I can get from it. I moved down to the other side of the bleachers to avoid suspicion from any of her friends sitting with her. I then look and saw about five girls with white sneakers that looked like a mix between Nikes and Keds with our college’s name on the sides. I then realized these were college cheerleaders. Jackpot!!! I always had dreams of being trampled by a cheerleader but it never had happened yet, and now this was my chance. I decided to put my hand under one of their sneakers while they had risen to clap for some person on the homecoming court. As she sat back down the sole of her cute little white sneakers pressed down extremely hard on my other hand that wasn’t broken. The girl felt light so it didn’t hurt as bad as the girl with the wedges but, it did make me feel a little pain. She kind of tapped her foot to the music which felt a little painful but good as her soft rubber cheer-leading sneakers pressed into my hand leaving deep shoe imprints from the bottom of the soles.

I was sure enjoying myself. It felt so amazing having this fantasy finally comes true. I would say she tapped and stepped all over my hand for about 10 minutes without even realizing anything. Finally, the cheerleaders had to go down to the main part of the gym to perform their routine so the girl used her foot to left herself up off the bleacher while it pressed into my hand with her entire full weight, and it left even more tread marks on my poor little fingers. I decided since they left and I was starting to press my luck, I would sneak out of the tiny room below the bleachers. I opened the door back to the main gym and I sneaked out and went my back to my dorm.

Although I did not expect hand trample to be as painful as it sounded, it sure was amazing. When I got back to my dorm I examined the damage the cheerleader and the girl with wedges caused. My left hand which was flattened by the girl with the wedges had cuts & bruises all over it, it still was bleeding slightly in fact, but luckily no bone damage. My other hand which the cheerleader unknowingly trampled had a few small bruises from her tapping and stomping her feet into my hand, and a few rubber imprints from the soles of cheer-leading shoes. The imprints looked like little squares that were squished into my hand from a cookie cutter or a press. This experience made me feel a little more confident about trampling and I am hoping to get the opportunity to reveal to a girl I care deeply about my fetishes.