Shawn never knew how to explain it. He always had such strange urges when it comes to formal footwear. He would often just wear them for fun, getting aroused as he wore them. He did not know how to describe why, which is why he kept it to himself rather than share it with anyone. Very few people would understand his desire.

Shawn is a wonderful young man. He has black curled hair and hazel-colored eyes. He never knew how to describe how his obsession came to be. But he didn't care, he loved the rush and feeling of dress shoes. He admits his fetish was very arousing, just by the sheer sight, mention, or thought; but learned to work on it in secret.

And tonight, he finally had some time to enjoy himself at last.

He found some much-needed time to himself. His house was empty considering his parents were having dinner night at a restaurant and his sibling was away at the moment. So now he could enjoy himself.

Shawn had dressed in one of his many tuxedos in his closet. It was a classic one, a white tuxedo shirt with a black tuxedo jacket, slacks, a black bow tie, and black sheer. Then came the best part (in his opinion): the shoes!

Shawn carefully eyed each pair of dress shoes he owned. He had such a plethora to choose from. He favored each of them, especially his patent leather dress shoes and loafers. But lucky for him, he had enough pies for each pair. This idea alone aroused him greatly.

Shawn decided to go with one of his loafers first. Putting them on, he placed his many pies all over the floor. After finally setting them down, he began his fun.

He started with his Calvin Klein Men's Bernard loafers, smashing a pie underneath his heels. The cream overflowed, rushing out of the pie tray or into the shoe. Cream covered the elegant black leather from the inside and out. Shawn felt himself grow hard from the step alone but continued by placing his loafers up and down, splashing the pastry. Some splatters of cream worked their way onto the sheers and bottom of the slacks he wore.

Shawn eventually began to crash each pie beneath his current pair of loafers, continuing to trash them. He stomped on them, let cream fly through the air, and crust stick to the soles. He seen discarded them for they have been mucked to the point of no return. His Calvin Klein Bernard loafers were now all creamy white, smeared from the inside and out.

Shawn then brought out his next pair to 'play' with his black Calvin Klein Brodie tuxedo shoes. And with his tuxedo on, the combination made him even harder.

Raising his left shoe first, he plummeted it into the whipped cream pie. The impact caused cream to fly onto the slacks, specks of white littered about on it. He crashed another one beneath his right shoe, the same reaction occurring. He found pleasure which was his already growing erection. Shawn continued to stomp around in the next batch of pies to muck them, acting as if he was Godzilla terrorizing a pie-infested factory.

Each step enveloped the black leather with a white coat, smearing it nonstop which returned Shawn's erotic feeling. Like before, he stopped his 'pie crushing' adventure when his Calvin Klein Brodie tuxedo shoes were all mucked up like his loafers before.

Shawn's next pair was his handsome Florsheim Men's Tux Plain-Toe Oxfords, probably one of his favorite pairs. He nearly wanted to wear these shoes again in case he ever wore his tuxedo again for a nice night. But his desires won in the end.

Tying them, Shawn decided to act like he was stepping through the pies like he was in a bakery, astonished by them getting mucked up. The instant his oxfords took a whiff of banana cream on their leather, he made a mock gasp. He then 'accidentally' stepped in another one going backward. It was on the heel which oddly caused the pie to muck the back of his slacks. This began to get gears turning in Shawn's head. He was slowly getting his tux messy

A hot experience that made him want to splat his tuxedo next.

The idea would have to wait as Shawn continued to play the victim as more pies were smushed underneath his loafers. He went with banana cream for his loafers, now the pastries toppings were smothered in yellow cream, some yellow specks joining the many white ones on his slacks. He swapped them for the next lucky pair.

His black Heron Patent Leather Loafers were slipped on before Shawn pondered how he would act this one out. He then figured an idea of a well-dressed volunteer of a clown act in the circus. He attempted to avoid the key lime pies but each step was miss-timed allowing him to tarnish the black loafers, much to his pleasure. Each step allowed the slip-on to receive green cream along the surface.

As each pie crushed beneath his second pair of loafers, Shawn continued with his shocked expressions, being aghast as the rich key lime pie continued to cover his leather footwear. Every step he took, smothered his dress shoes in green, contrasting the black with the warm color. After stepping through the many key lime pies, the tuxedo loafers were now engulfed with lime green paste.

Successfully slipping off the Heron loafers, Shawn went with the Alfani's Warner Patent Leather Oxfords. His method for trashing these was to act like he was in the middle of a temple and had to land on pads. The "pads" though were the chocolate cream pies. He hopped from them, two shoes each. When hopping, the chocolate cream 'exploded', the paste ran up the slacks allowing brown specks to join the other residue.

And lastly was his Perry Stewart Ellis Portfolio Loafers. If Shawn was honest, he wasn't too sure that he bring himself to trash these. Heck, they had to be one, if not his, favorite dress shoes of all time. And the idea of trashing his dapper -yet creamy slacks- tuxedo returned to his head with the remaining pies for the finale.

With his remaining pies -a total of six-, he placed two pies in front of a chair before sitting down it. Shawn then plopped his Ellis loafers into the pies, causing the cream to shoot up his already messy slacks. And in his hands was a nice lemon meringue pie all for him.

Shawn smiled, about to enjoy the sensation.

He plowed the first lemon one in his handsome face, covering him and making a mock astonished expression. The erotic feeling in his slacks felt like they were carving to be free which Shawn obliged. He release his throbbing erection, freeing it as pie crust and cream fell onto it. He plowed the second one into his tuxedo shirt, creating a big lemon stain that he came to smear around on his tuxedo. The next one was splattered into his bow tie, immersing it with a nice yellow coat. Shawn smeared the three current pies around, letting out pleasing moans before attempting to freshen himself up.

With the last lemon meringue pie, he slammed it into his exposed crotch. The impact immediately allowed Shawn to release the tension he had. The cum shot onto his pie-covered tuxedo, not that he minded. After releasing his tension, he soon got an overview of what he had done.

Shawn's fancy tuxedo was now a glob of pies stains, all complied together -even though he used six pies. His top collar and lapels were smeared with yellow creamy stains. His white tuxedo shirt endured deep pie stains that still had bits of crust lingering from it. Having unbuttoned the tuxedo jacket, he exposed his cummerbund to a nice pie 'waterfall' from the running contents. The slacks he wore had exposed his erection, which was partially smeared with a few contents from the aforementioned 'waterfall.'

And of course, his dress shoes were covered, coated, smeared, enveloped, etc. in cream.

Shawn couldn't be relieved he got to have this chance and experience a true pleasure.