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06-09-2012, 06:48 PM
hello all, i am looking for 2 storys. one is called 'only in the navy' i think there are four parts to it. and the other story is 'soccor camp, or the misadventures of petey' does any one know where i can find these storys?? thanks, have a awsome smelly day

07-09-2012, 12:44 AM
In case you're new to the party, the requests have been flooding the den for months. I also have requested "Only in the Navy" because it is so damn awesome. That said, seeing how many requests have already been put out, there is no telling when it will be posted up. All I can do is advise you to be patient. As for the other one, I know where it is, and I will post it up for you.

22-09-2012, 10:20 AM


I will now begin the first of a series of stories about a young man to whom
the fates have not been kind. His name is Petey and, despite his good
intentions, he incurs the ill-will of many a woman. You see, Petey is the
proverbial scapegoat, and he often suffers the blame for the failings of
other men. Petey is always innocent of the charges leveled against him by
women, but he invariably pays the price. If Petey weren’t so eager to
oblige his fellow men, he could slip through life relatively unscathed; but
Petey wants to help. Regrettably, he can never quite figure out how not to
get into scrapes with women.

To make things worse, women just love rubbing their feet on Petey’s face;
in fact, they can’t keep their feet of him. Was he cursed or forced to
suffer like Job? We don’t know. But it’s enough to say that whenever he
unwittingly aroused a woman’s anger or lust for revenge, the woman would
use her feet to teach him a lesson.

So without further ado, let’s embark on Petey’s troubled odyssey.



At the time of this story, Petey was around twenty years of age and as
innocent as he was at age ten. He had not yet been with a woman and, to be
honest, knew not the first thing about them. Petey was a wide-eyed college
sophomore in a sleepy university town who took to wandering his
neighborhood just to marvel at the beauty of the world.

On one such trek, Petey bumped into a brazen young man with a shifty gaze
and an enormous green briefcase which scraped against the ground. I should
mention that Petey, ever careless, quite literally bumped into the man and
knocked him flat against the pavement.

”Can’t you watch where you’re going,” groaned the man as he picked himself

Petey apologized profusely and asked the man if there was anything he could
do to help.

The man gazed at Petey and, likely struck by Petey’s innocent appearance,
chose to confide in him. “Well, I’m in a bit of a pickle,” began the man.
“I need to hide this briefcase somewhere. I’d like to put it in that
abandoned shed over the wall over there, but my game leg is making it
difficult for me to scale the wall. Perhaps you could give me a lift.”

Petey was more than happy to do so and offered “to climb the wall himself
and hide it in the shed himself.”

The man was hesitant about handing over the briefcase, but when he failed
to scale the wall, even with Petey’s assistance, he offered to let Petey
climb the wall.

With boundless enthusiasm for helping his fellow man, Petey grabbed the
briefcase and literally bounded up the wall. To Petey’s credit, he was
tall, athletic and blessed with superhuman energy. He leapt over the other
side and proceeded to the abandoned shed 150 yards away.

The door to the shed opened quite easily and Petey stepped inside. From all
appearances, it looked like a site used for the storage of sports
equipment, along with miscellaneous junk. Petey took to exploring the
ground level before proceeding to the basement which contained more unused
equipment and junk.

Petey must have been exploring for a good half hour, and was completely
occupied with his quest for the perfect hiding place for the briefcase.
He’d already quite forgotten about the man who who must have been out of
his mind with rage.

Unfortunately, just when Petey thought he’d tumbled upon the perfect spot
for he case, he felt a searing pain to the back of his head, and everything
went black.

When Petey awoke, he was in a furnished room, bound on the floor, his
wrists tied behind his back and his ankles tied together. He struggled but
he couldn’t fathom what could have happened to him while he was
unconscious. “Help,” yelled Petey. “Help, I can’t move,” he continued.

And then Petey heard footsteps just outside the door. It opened and when
Petey craned his neck to see who it was, he saw a buxom and muscular woman
of around thirty years of age towering above him. She was wearing spandex
shorts, a tee-shirt and running shoes.

”Welcome to my office,” said the woman in a booming voice. “My name’s Linda
and I run this camp.”

”Where am I,” asked Petey.

”Oh, you’re at a woman’s soccer camp and I had you brought here so I could
figure out just what to do with you.”

Just then, Linda slammed the green briefcase onto the floor next to Petey.
“This must be the money you embezzled. I heard about you on the news.”

”I didn’t do that,” explained Petey. “There was a man who wanted to hide it
and I offered to help him hide it.”

”Do you think I’m stupid, scumbag?” remarked Linda before she brought her
foot down onto his stomach. Petey gasped for air and then attempted to
explain what had happened in greater detail. She wasn’t interested.

”But what really bothers me,” continued Linda. “Is that you chose our
private soccer camp to sneak about. I’m sure that wasn’t a coincidence.”

”I had no idea,” said Petey, still out of breath. “If I’d known...”

Linda cut him off. “Shut up,” she yelled, kicking him in the side of his
stomach. “These premises are off limits to men, which means the women don’t
always worry about dressing up. And that is why we have men prowling about
thinking they’re going to sneak a peak. You’re not only a thief, you’re
also a peeping Tom. Personally, I’m sick of turning you guys into the cops
because they never do anything about it. I think we’ll have to take things
into our own hands.”

”Please, you really are mistaken,” replied Petey. “I certainly never meant
to offend ...”

Linda cut him off again. But she surprised him by pressing the dirty sole
of her sneakered foot against his face. “You’re scum and I want the women
here to feel the same way I do. We’re going to teach you a lesson, little
man; one you won’t soon forget.

”But I didn’t do anything,” pleaded Petey.

And then Linda fell onto his chest, taking his neck between her muscular
quads and squeezing. “I’m getting tired of hearing your mouth. There’s
nothing you can say to make me feel any different about your kind.”

I need something to stop your mouth,” mused Linda aloud to herself. She
hesitated for a moment and then her scowl dissolved into a grin. “I’ve got
the perfect gag.” Having said that, Linda popped off one of her running
shoes and slowly peeled off the sweat sock. She held it to her nose and
wrinkled her nose with distaste.

”Boy that stinks, “ remarked Linda with a chuckle. She held the sock away
from her and then dangled it over his nose. “As a coach of women’s soccer,
I’m always on my feet. I guess I forgot to put on a new pair of socks
today.” Her sock was indeed stinky, and the pungent aroma of sweaty feet
and old sneakers offended his delicate senses.

Petey turned his face away but Linda was incredibly strong, and held his
head still with one hand. “Now open you r mouth,” she demanded. As Petey
refused to do as he was told, Linda pressed her thighs into his neck until
he gagged. As he involuntarily opened his mouth, she began to stuff the
rancid-smelling sock into his mouth, to end first. “Now suck on this,” she
added with a laugh.

Petey couldn’t spit it out as Linda had stuffed too much of it into his
mouth. He attempted to plead with her but he could only moan and grunt.
Linda, wearing an enormous smile, stood up and gazed at him. “Now that’s a

Linda then lifted her sweaty bare foot over his face and pressed her size
10 onto his face. “Now I can make you smell them,” she chuckled. “Maybe
once you sniff my stinky feet, you’ll think twice about spying on women.”
Linda cupped her musty, cheesy-smelling toes over his nose and ordered him
to smell her toes.

Linda then made herself comfortable by sitting on Petey’s chest, making it
even more difficult for him to breath; and then she removed her other shoe.
She pressed her other sock foot over his face and her warm, stinky sock
toes played over his nose. Once she removed the other sock she began to rub
foot sweat into his face, roughly manhandling him with her dirty, sweaty,
stale-smelling peds.

She had subjected him to fifteen minutes of smelling her stinking feet, on
top of the humiliation of having a woman rub her feet all over his face,
when she cocked her head and listened. “I think some of the girls are back
from practice,” she remarked to herself. And then she stood up.

Petey fully expected her to untie him and let him go, but Linda just
laughed to herself. “I’ve got the perfect punishment for a perverted thief
like you. Just perfect.” And then she left.

Five minutes later, Petey became aware of female voices in the distance;
the voices grew louder and louder until the door swung open again. Along
with Linda came four or five women between the ages of seventeen and
twenty-two. They were amused by this unusual scenario and uttered various
expressions of disbelief at seeing a man tied to the floor with a socks
stuffed in his mouth.

”Is that your sock in his mouth,” remarked one of the girls.

”It is,” she replied proudly. The girls groaned their disgust. “He was,
after all, trying to spy on all of you in the shower.” Petey wanted to
object to this, but all he cold do was moan. “Thankfully, I caught him
before he could bother any of you.”

”But what do you want us to do?,” asked another girl.

”Well, I’ve asked everyone else to stay outside because I want them to do
something else. But I’ve asked you girls here because I need you to help me
undress him.”

”What,” replied a girl, evidently astonished by this request.

”I will give each of you $100 if you remove all of his clothes and bring
them to me outside. You’ll have to undo the cords, so be careful he doesn’t
escape. But I want him stripped.”

”You’re kidding, right Coach?” asked one of the girls.

”I’m completely serious,” continued Linda. “And if any of you don’t want
$100, you can leave now.”

”Where did you get the money?”asked the first girl.

”Let’s just say this little pervert came with his own money,” explained

”That’s so wicked of you,” remarked one of the girls and the others giggled

”I’ll give you five minutes,” added Linda. “If you don’t give me every
stitch of clothing by then, none of you get paid. And you have five minutes
starting now.” Linda quickly left the room leaving the girls confused as to
how to proceed.”

”Damn it, “said one of the girls. “This isn’t fair.”

”I need the money, “ said someone else. “Come on.”

Petey then felt one of the girls grab hold of his shoe and pry it off. The
girl peeled off his sock before prying off his other shoe. “

”Come on,” the girl shouted, “we only have four and a half minutes.”

”Suddenly, the girls sprung into action and began to tug at his clothes.

One of the girls looked him in the face and smiled. ‘I’m sorry about this,
but we need the money.” The girl then proceeded to unbutton his shirt while
a couple of the others unzipped his pants and pulled them to his ankles.
Once his underpants were pulled down, the girls could no longer refrain
from giggling. But they worked feverishly.

Several of the girls took to sitting on him to hold him down while two of
them, untied the ankle and wrist restraints and removed the clothing before
retying the restraints.

Petey, now naked and crimson with embarrassment watched as the girls, still
giggling amongst themselves, hurried out the door with their quarry.

Five minutes later, Linda returned; this time bringing eight or nine of the
young women with her. They reacted to the sight of a naked man bound and
gagged with nervous laughter; but, as the room was small, they crowded
around him, gazing down upon him.

”What’s going on, Coach,” asked one of the girls.

”Well, you know why I have him here and that it’s up to teach him a lesson,
so this is what I need you to do. I want each of you to take turns rubbing
your feet on his face. “

The girls gasped with disbelief. “What,” muttered someone.

“I want you girls to help me humiliate him, and I think a dose of sweaty
feet ought to do the trick. If you rub your feet in his face for five
minutes I’ll give you one hundred dollars.”

”Let me get this straight,” began one of the girls. “You want us to rub our
smelly feet in his face for five minutes and we can walk away with one
hundred dollars of his money? That’s like him paying us to humiliate him.”

”Exactly,” replied Linda to everyone’s amusement.

”All you have to do is have him smell your feet and a one hundred dollar
bill is yours. Who doesn’t want one?” No one objected.

Linda grabbed a chair and set it next to Petey’s face. “Then let’s get
started,” said Linda. “Who’s first?” No one spoke.

”You, Mona, you go first,” demanded Linda. “Make sure you get his nose
under your toes.”

”Could I wash up first?” asked Mona. “I’m really sweaty and my feet
probably stink.”

”You only get paid,” explained Linda, “if you do this before you get
cleaned up. We’re supposed to teach him a lesson here.”

Mona took a seat and began to remove her soccer cleats with her feet.

”GO on,” encouraged Linda, as Mona was showing signs of reluctance. Mona
then pressed her socked feet onto his face and began to rub them all over.
The stench of stale sweat and moldy sneakers assaulted his nose as Mona
brushed her sock toes over his nose and under his nostrils.

”I’m sorry about the smell,” apologized Mona. “But money’s money.”

”Don’t apologize,” exclaimed Linda. “I saw him going though the used socks
in the clothes hamper. He probably loves the stink.”

”Really?” asked Mona as she cupped her sock toes over his nose.

”He’s a foot pervert,” added Linda. “Now show him what you do with a foot

Resting her feet on his face, Mona peeled off her socks one by one, and
presented Petey with a view of her sweaty, slightly soiled size 9 bare
feet. She began to rub them over his face, quite enthusiastically this
time. “Smell my sweaty feet, creep.”

“That’s the spirit,” laughed Linda as she prepared to leave. “Have fun
girls. And you girls will be the first nine. I’ll be sending others in, so
keep track of the order. Once you’ve taken your turn, come out and I’ll pay
you. And, girls, be thorough. Make him smell your socks, your bare feet and
you should make him sniff inside your shoes. The assistant coach, Kristy,
will keep an eye on things.” Linda nodded to Kristy before leaving.

Once Linda left, the girls, including Kristy, who couldn’t have been more
than twenty four herself, began to giggle and whisper amongst themselves.

”I can’t believe this is happening,” began one of the more sympathetic
girls. “Poor guy. We should put some clothes on him at least. “ And she set
a workout jacket over his privates.

”Where’s your sense of humor, Annie?” asked another. “Think about it. This
guy has to smell everyone’s feet. There must be at least thirty five of us.
It’s so cruel and humiliating, it’s funny.”

Annie continued to speak. “But we can refuse, Carla.”

”And not get the money, are you kidding?” replied Carla. “All I have to do
is rub my sweaty feet in his face and I get paid. You better believe I’m
rubbing my feet all over his face. Might be fun.” Others laughed.

During this exchange, Petey attempted to communicate with them, to appeal
to their sense of pity with mournful eyes. But the women debated as if he
weren’t even there. And Mona continued to slide her sweaty feet all over
his face, occasionally rubbing her toes over his nose and squeezing. Mona
didn’t seem to bothered by the fact that poor Petey had to smell her
sour-smelling bare feet.

“Hey, I’m in favor, as long as I don’t have to smell everyone’s nasty
feet,” added another voice.

“All in favor of rubbing our feet in his face and getting paid,” said
Carla, “say I.” The others gave their resounding consent, all but for Annie
who maintained her ethical objections.

”Now let’s be practical,” added Carla “all he has to do is stomach a little
foot odor. That’s it.”

”I’d do it if my feet weren’t so sweaty,” replied Annie. ‘Then pretend your
feet are clean,” answered Carla “and get your money. Besides, he was a
pepping Tom.”

”Yeah, you’re right,” concluded Annie.

By this time, the debate subsided and everyone cheered Mona as she finished
rubbing her funky foot sweat into Petey’s face. She finished by opening one
of her cleats and holding it over his nose. Everyone cheered the audacity
of the gesture and were even more amused by the sight of Petey sniffing
inside a well-worn shoe than by watching Mona slide her toes under his nose
and order him to sniff under her cheesy-smelling toenails.

”Go tell the others,” asked Carla as she mounted the chair. “They’ll never
forgive us if we don’t tell them.” One of the girls left the room as Carla
kicked of her cleats and presented Petey’s face with a pair of dirty,
moist, vinegary , sharp-smelling sock feet. She began to rub them in his
face, giving special attention to his nose, rubbing her toes over it as if
she were pushing an orange over an orange squeezer.

”This is fun,” remarked Carla as she playfully let her sock feet slide all
over Petey’s face. Two of the other girls had taken the precaution of
holding his face still with the bottoms of their dirty cleats, one pair
pressed on either side of his face. Petey didn’t want to give either of
them a reason to press their cleated shoes into his head and so he gave
Carla free run of his face; and Carla took full advantage.

As more girls popped their heads into the room to see if all they’d heard
was true, Carla pulled off her damp socks and pressed them against his
nose. “Have a good whiff of those; go on sniff hard.” Petey sniffed hard;
he couldn';t breathe so he had no choice.

”Carla,” said Annie “you’re going way beyond the call of duty. All you have
to do is rub your feet in his face. “

”Sorry for having fun,” replied Carla, rolling her eyes. Carla pressed her
sock over his nose with her dirty bare toes. “If you’re going to do
something, you might as well enjoy it. And how often do you get to make a
guy smell your feet and socks?”

Carla explored his face with the wrinkled soles of her pungent size 6’s and
let her cheddary toes slide over his nose. Like Mona, Carla then upturned
one of her shoes and forced Petey to smell inside. It was a hot, moldy
smell of shoes which had been worn far too often and far too long.

And then, one by one, the other girls took their turns. By turns, the girls
became more aggressive with Petey, even taking to slapping his face with
their smelly bare feet, or pressing them hard into his face. By the time
Carla implored Annie to take her turn, Annie gradually took a seat and
slowly took off her shoes.

”Ooh, they stink,” laughed Carla. “No wonder you didn’t want to do this.
Your feet are rank.” Annie stood up to leave but Carla held her down. “Just
put your feet on his face and get your money, added Carla.”

Annie sat down and pulled off one of her socks, but before she could place
her feet on his face, Carla grabbed the sock. “God, I don’t even want to
touch this putrid thing,” said Carla as she held it at arm’s length, the
toe end dangling over Petey’s nose. Everyone was in stitches.

Carla then surprised Petey by yanking out Linda’ sock and shoving Annie’s
sock in its place. Petey was close to gagging from the dry, acrid stench
the socks gave off, but the taste was thoroughly putrid. He had no choice
but to suck on them as Annie pressed a moist sock foot and dirty bare foot
onto his face. As she tentatively rubbed them over his face, the girls
cheered. Petey took a deep breath of the odor and took the sharp foot
stench into his lungs.

Annie surprised herself by enjoying having this kind of power over a man,
by forcing her foot odor upon him. She thrilled to the humiliation as much
as any of them did. “Smell my stinky feet,” demanded Annie. Carla and the
others applauded and hollered their approval. Annie then took great
pleasure in placing one of her shoes over his face and compelling him to
take deep breaths of the inside of her rotted old cleats. “Ever thought of
getting a new pair,” asked Carla. “Those are falling apart.”

Girls came and went, and at five minutes a piece, they made full use of the
time, forcing him to smell damp, funky sock feet, dirty and sweaty bare
feet, and moldy old cleats. Linda dropped by to oversee the proceedings and
asked Petey if he had any regrets about sneaking onto the premises. Petey
nodded but it was too late for apologies. besides the girls were too
determined to get their $100 to take to the idea of letting Petey go. They
all wanted to know what it felt like to rub their dirty, foul-smelling feet
over a man’s face.

For upwards of three hours, Petey’s face was presented with countless pairs
of smelly, sweaty feet; humiliation was rubbed into every pour of his skin
and he still couldn’t fathom what he’d one to deserve such treatment.
“smell my stinky feet,” demanded one girl after another. Some of them had
putrid smelling feet, other’s had only slightly-smelly feet. It was a
plethora of smells and after smelling inside their cleats and sniffing
everyone’s sock feet and bare feet, Petey was delirious. he would have lost
consciousness were it not for the fact that most of the girls manhandled
him with their feet, twisted his nose with their toes, slapping him with
their soles, and scrunching their toes into his face.

”As Linda knew that the balls of their feet were the smelliest, she asked
the girls to hold the balls of their feet over his face long enough for him
to appreciate the smell. Everyone did so quite willingly. Even Annie began
to enjoy herself and forgot her objections. The girls were having too much
fun, and never had they bonded so much as a group.

One by one, the girls did him with their feet, and then hit he showers.
Others lingered, like Carla and two of her friends, Maggie and Nina. They’d
been paid, but they loved every minute of this humiliating torture and
eagerly awaited a chance to finish Petey off.

Once the last giggling girl had her fun at Petey’s expense and used his
face to massage her sore feet, Carla approached the chair and remarked,
“now I’m going to make him lick my feet clean.” Her friends laughed. “But
your soles are dirty now,” observed Maggie. “I know,” laughed Carla as she
pressed her smelly feet into Petey’s face and cupped her toes over his
nose. She then reached down and yanked a sock from his mouth. It wasn’t
Annie’s sock, as a number of girls had shoved their fetid, crusty socks
into his mouth to suck on. “Now lick my feet clean, asswipe.”

Petey gasped and choked, but was relieved to be able to breathe through his
mouth again. “Why,” was all he could mutter.” Then Carla shoved her dirty
foot hard onto his face. “Because I said so,” she explained.

Petey coughed again but stuck out his tongue and began to lick her dirty
soles. He sucked on her heel and the ball of her foot until the natural
pink showed through the dirt. As he cleaned between her toes, he chewed on
pieces of dirt and fabric which must have accumulated their and sucked on
her toes until they looked as spotless as the rest of her foot. It took him
ten minutes to thoroughly clean her foot and when he did, Carla presented
it to the others. “It’s like having a brand new foot,” remarked Carla.

As Carla compelled him to start cleaning her other foot, Linda walked into
the room. “Getting your feet cleaned?” she observed. “Good. he might as
well make himself useful.” “Once you finish up, I would like you to hand
him over to security. They’ll need to ask him some questions. Take him
directly to Nora. She’ll take care of things.”

Linda then removed her shoe, which she’d been wearing without a sock and
rubbed her warm, pungent toes over his nose. “It would be nice to have a
place to wipe our sweaty feet clean, wouldn’t it?” “Sure would,” responded
Carla who was shoving her dirty toes into Petey’s mouth. Linda, pleased
with the results of her efforts, left the room.

Another half hour passed as Carla and her friends took advantage of his
helplessness to further subject him to their dirty, cheesy toes. He licked
all six feet clean from heel to toe, even scraping under their long
toenails with his teeth. It was a dirty business, but what choice did he
have? The girls made things worse by mocking him and laughing at how dirty
and smelly their feet were. They shoved toes deep into his mouth until he
gagged and then ridiculed him for having to feed on their feet.

Once they had their fun, they untied him, careful to retie his hands behind
his back and to hoist him up. Petey was unsteady on his feet but regained
his balance as the girls escorted him from the room. They brought him
through the gym where several girls laughed at the sight of a naked man
being walked outside.

As the security building was on the other side of what could only be
described as a compound, most of the girls were treated to one more glimpse
of poor Petey, naked and humiliated. And to think he’d smelled everyone’s
feet. Each of the women who greeted him and teased him had rubbed their
stinky feet on his face. And they would all have the satisfaction of
knowing “yeah, he smelled my feet.”

Carla and the others finally brought him up to the steps of the security
building. when they knocked, a muscular woman in her thirties opened the
door and eyed Petey up and down. The woman wore pants, a shirt with a
nametag - Nora -- and calf-length black boots on her feet. She cracked a
smile at his predicament. “Well, here he is,” said Nora. “We’ll take it
from here,” she added as she grabbed Petey and pulled him into the room.
The girls giggled and walked away, leaving Petey to the whims of Nora, head
of security and her five assistants who patrolled the camp.

by Byron

28-09-2012, 10:36 PM
thanks, i do hope only in hte navy gets posted soon, such a great story, and thanks for the story

01-10-2012, 02:06 PM
he would get used often in that soccer camp by the girls :)