Story
08-Dec-98 21:59:51

A few years ago I was house/babysitting for a friend of mine in
Phelan,CA. where exploring their vast house with my friends son
Brian who was eight years old and ready to explore as well.First he showed me his room, and to my surprise he had a rat farm with
many rats inhabiting Brians' farm. I teased some rats and toyed with the idea of crushing a few rats under my leather thongs. I warned Brian some rats better not get loose while I was around or they would be my victims for the taking. He pondered the thought
realizing the fate a loose rat had in store,he then expressed the
idea if one or even two got loose it would be fun to catch them if we could. That statement meant to me Brian had the very same idea I had. I tested him by saying let some loose and lets go hunting and see how many we could crush. Brian without hesitation
complied to my wish and let some rats out of their home and to my excitement the rats went crazy and fled the room. We started chasing the rats and I went for two darting off to the garage. I
cornered one rat in the den by the fireplace, and without a second thought I stomped on it with one big crunch. The rat compacting under my thong, I heard its bones crush and I next made sure it was dead by crushing it one more time with my now soiled thong wanting to ensure it was dead. I then grounded my foot left to right feeling its flattening carcass with enjoyment and extreme plesasure knowing it was now dead. I yelled out to Brian "got one". I next searched for the other rat who would be my next morsel under my foot. I found him in the laundry room near the dryer waiting for me knowing in some way what will be its ultimate fate. I closed the door and began playing with it in a teasing I'm gonna get you in my own time kind of way. I stepped on its tail with my left foot and tapped its head with my soiled right foot,so the rat knew my desire and to its horror its pending doom.After tapping its head I brought up my leg and
without hesitation I crushed the body so the rat was still breathing but gasping for air. I then brought down my foot again on its head with a slow, firm rythmatic force to ensure the snap, crackle,and pop sound I love to hear so much. The crackling of the bones delighted me further and with earnest I crunched then leveled the rat grinding in the meat with vigor. I examined my dead prey and the pleasure it brought to me was pure rapture. Two down and I craved for more. I went to see how Brian was fairing, to my surprise he cornered some rats for me in the back guest room with a hardwood floor. With sheer titalation and complete
readiness to show dear Brian exactly how to crush these insignificant little pests by closing the door and in a playfull but toying manner trapped one underfoot with a firm stomp to its body. Brian gasped yet could not take his eyes off of the lesson
he was receiving from me. I asked Brian to take a mental note and enjoy each momment of this mere rat trying to escape my foot. I motioned Brian to come closer and step on its tail,he complied eagerly to my request. I then proceeded to crush one leg at a time listening to every crackle and each wimper the pathetic rat dared to make. Now the rat could not move so I had Brian loosen his foot from the tail. The live but motionless rat awaited its demise. I stomped with all my weight on my right foot onto the rats entire body, so we could hear the beautiful music I love to hear. Crunch, crackle, snap,and pop was all we heard at that momment. To make sure the rat was dead I inspected it and found it was in fact dead. Brian and I looked at each other and realized this shared desire to be most memmorable and wont ever be forgoten. The other rats waiting judgement were put back in the rat farm for another day. Smiling I knew Brian would want me to babysit him again in the future, and the plesasure we will have.