Clog Fetish.pdf

"It was a sunny Saturday afternoon and 17-year-old Liam was hanging out in his bedroom when he heard the familiar creak of his mother's wooden clogs outside his door. He quickly minimized the video he was watching on YouTube and tried to act natural as his mom poked her head in.

"Hey sweetie, I'm heading to the grocery store in a few minutes. Want anything?" she asked with a smile.

"Nah, I'm good thanks," Liam replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Just watching some videos."

His mom nodded. "Alright honey. I'll be back in an hour or so." She turned and headed back down the hallway, her clogs clacking rhythmically with each step.

Liam let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding and clicked the video back on. It was a candid crashing compilation, full of satisfying crunching sounds and the occasional scream. Something about the power and destruction really got Liam going. He had recently developed this weird foot crushing fetish and now spent hours every day watching videos like this.

Lost in thought, Liam didn't notice when his phone started ringing. His mom had programmed her number in his contacts as 'Mobile Phone.' He fumbled for it on his desk.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey L-dawg, it's me," came the voice of his best friend Chad. "Want to hit the skate park?"

Liam glanced longingly at his computer screen. The current video was an especially good one - a hot girl in sandals crushing a bunch of glass bottles underfoot. "I don't know man, I'm in the middle of something."

"For real? Come on, it'll be fun! We haven't hung in ages."

"You're right," Liam sighed. "Okay fine, I'll come."

"Aw hell yeah! Pick you up in 20?"

"Yep, see ya then."

Liam hung up and closed his laptop, knowing he wouldn't have time to finish the video. Then a devious thought occurred to him. He quickly texted Chad:

"Gotta wait for my mom to get back from the store. She wanted me to walk the dog while she's gone. I'll meet you there in an hour."

The lie tasted bitter but Liam knew he had to see this video through. He plopped back into his gaming chair and began to stroke himself, imagining he was the object being crushed under that pretty girl's feet. His mom's clogs clicked outside his door again but she didn't stop this time, heading out to the car.

Liam picked up his pace, knowing he had about an hour before she'd return. He was so close... Just a few more minutes and he'd find sweet release. Then his phone started ringing again. Chad. The call went to voicemail.

Suddenly, the creak of wooden clogs on carpet sounded outside Liam's door. Except it was much too soon for his mom to be back. His heart started pounding as Chad's voice called out.

"Liam bro, you in here?"

The door swung open and Chad walked in, then froze at the sight before him. Liam naked in his chair, phone in hand, an obvious bulge in his pants. Chad's eyes darted to the computer screen and back to Liam's face, his expression shifting from confusion to disgust.

"What the fuck dude?" Chad said quietly, taking a step back. "You... you're into that freaky shit?"

Liam opened his mouth but no words came out. His face burned with shame. Chad shook his head and turned to leave.

"I-I'm sorry," Liam choked out. "I didn't mean... It's not my fault!"

But Chad was already gone. Liam heard the front door slam behind him. Tears of humiliation pricked at his eyes as he realized he'd lost his best friend over his sick fetish.

Just then, his mom's clogs clicked up the porch steps. The door opened and she called out her usual greeting.

"We're home honey! Liam, I'm back!"

Liam quickly closed the video and wiped at his eyes. "Yeah, I'm up here," he replied, his voice cracking.

He grabbed his phone to text Chad and beg for forgiveness, but his heart dropped when he saw the 5 missed calls from his mom's number. 'Mobile Phone.' She had tried to reach him the whole time she was gone.

With a sinking feeling, Liam realized she must have seen the text he sent Chad, and that he had lied to her. As her clogs clacked up the stairs towards his room, Liam sank to the floor and started to sob. His whole world was crashing down around him, and there was no escape from the crushing weight of his shame."