DrMad Max Mud Story Continued Chapter 10

Author: maxcita
Title: Dr.Mad Max Mud Story Continued Chapter 10
Date: 24 March 2015

Chapter 10 - Yet Another Problem
Twenty minutes passed. Max seemed less anxious and more alert. They had made no attempt to remove his hood. Max wondered at that but thought they were dragging out the event as long as possible. The challengers stated that Max would get out, but first he needed to realize that the consequences of not escaping were due. At first they tried to stuff their dicks in Max's mouth, but it wouldn't work. His head was buried upright in the ground and would not move. Sit or lie the dick was inches from his mouth. Just as well. Max was cold, sex was not a pleasure or suitable punishment. He needed out.
Now when a concept fails to mature in every respect sometimes the obvious gets forgotten. So intent where the challengers to guarantee themselves and Max of this no-escape scene they overlooked the obvious. What goes in the hole has to come out. Or another way of stating it is: What is stuck in the hole will have to be dug out.
The challengers had it all figured out. They had a steel pipe about 6 feet long. They slid it into one of the holes of the hydro cross and they would grab each end and pull post and Max out of the hole. OOPS! They only succeeded in bending the pipe. The post remained fixed.
They fed Max more hot drink. One of the challengers went back to find two more shovels. They started to dig. Digging a small hole such as the one Max did in the morning took about an hour. Now these guys had to dig around Max and the post a hole that was 4 or 5 feet round. They had a lot of work ahead of them.
Another realization came to light. There was no way to untie Max as they dug down. All the knots were at the very bottom of the post. Oh boy! What a job!
Safety was now an issue, how was Max doing? The warm drink felt good and restored some energy but Max was in pain. Get going with the digging. With two shovels it took 20 minutes to reach his ankles. They did not try to dig around the post itself. The relief from the intense pressure of wet clay caused a surge of pain and warmth to the released torso and legs. Max felt warmer, he ached but the shivering had stopped. He wanted more to drink. Some coffee would be nice. Two continued digging while the third went back for coffee. The digging was hard, they sat on the edge of the hole and shoveled out what they could. A few times the shovel hit Max's shin. It hurt, but no more than the ache from head to toe.
When they reached Max's boots they figured it would be easy to lift him out. The three pushed the post and Max trying to twist it free of the mud below. It would not let go. Max made it clear to the others. In clay the suction is so strong that unless you can release the underside of the post it will not come free. They knew it! Screwed. This was serious work. They offered to cut the ropes with a knife but Max warned them against it. In the hole with mud, cutting blind was a bad idea.
30 minutes of more digging passed this time around the back of the post. The challengers worked the soft clay. They dug down the side walls, what they were sitting and standing on earlier as the lip of the hole was now slipping and oozing into the hole. By the time they finished digging around the back of the post, Max's ankles were buried in mud again. They dug again. It took the better part of two hours of digging to reach the bottom of the post. The weight of Max, the post and now the mud clinging to both made for very heavy lifting. The one challenger in the bottom of the hole grabbed the ropes around Max's boots to grip and lift. He quickly discovered the lifting effort sunk him to his knees in mud. More digging.
The next attempt was more correct. Max suggested they pry the bottom of the post up using a shovel. That would break the suction. Then clean as much mud as they could off Max and then lift him out. The one challenger stuck in the mud was enjoying the feeling and made no attempt to get himself unstuck, he concentrated in wiping the mud off Max. Next he tried to undo some of the knots around Max's ankles. The caked on mud made that impossible. Once again they tried to lift the post and Max. At least with some effort the post was unstuck. The challenger still in the bottom of the hole tried to lift and push the post out as the two above pulled. It worked. Max was out,
The challenger in the hole noticed his delightful predicament, All that pushing had squished him into the mud. He was waist deep in mud and couldn't free himself. Not only that the side walls of the hole were migrating. He started to dig himself out while the other two looked after Max. Max felt like he was still encased in clay. The mud had made the rope like iron. The knots would not undo, a knife would not cut through at all. The two decided Max would be dragged back to the house, hosed down and then the ropes could be undone. It was the only way.
The challenger stuck in the mud thought this was great, got horny and tried to rub his buried crotch, it really felt good he told us later. Much later. He dug around his waist and legs but just could not reach the tops of his boots. He knew he had to do that before the boots would come free. He rested a minute noting the late night darkness coming on. He grabbed the shovel, but it didn't move. The shovel was buried half way up the handle. It took many minutes to free it. The challenger horny with his waist high prison found that his earlier digging was filled in and he had to start again. The first shovel full came free. In a matter of minutes he would be free. He shoveled around his waist and got below his crotch he rubbed himself between the shovelfuls of clay. He really needed to cum. He stopped the digging unzipped his jeans and a minute later was released. The intense orgasm felt so good. He tried to zip the pants up but could not the mud got in and jammed it. As he tried he noticed the sensation of being pushed from behind. A slurp and slosh of liquid plastic clay buried him to his shoulders. He panicked. The shovel was buried and it looked like he was about to die. He worked his arms to the surface and then tried to pull himself out. His arms seemed to just sink out of site while he remained fixed in the mud. He rested. Panic was something new, He was really stuck. Not tied up as Max had been with no chance. But he was stuck and couldn't free himself.
Panic subsided and reality clicked in. Little movements, gentle exertion to float up. If the boot are stuck let them go to free yourself. The urge to panic was so close. He tried to focus. He was shaking with fear. He tried the calm and steady movements upwards. It was and did work, and it did not take hours either, About 30 minutes. The challenger found his way back through the darkness to the rear yard - no boots - no pants. He was cold.
Max and cross had been leaned against the outdoor bench. A lawn hose was stretched from the house to the bench. The challenger hooked it up to the laundry tub so that warm water could be used. Max was hosed down, not very gracefully. By now he was warmer, laughing and totally exhilarated by the experience. One by one the ropes were released. Max fell off the post and tried to stand. His legs were so sore he couldn't. They built a fire in the fire pit near by. Max crawled over and sat there still in all the rubber. He took more soup and coffee. He was okay.
The naked, bootless challenger appeared from the darkness. The others could only laugh unaware of the seriousness and risk of what just happened. He disappeared into the house
There was no way Max could go home that night, He would need to wait until Monday. He felt weak but the endorphins were still raging. He still felt great. He questioned them about the duration. It was now 2200h Sunday night, the event had started more than 30 hours earlier. The challengers had an easy answer. The burial was to be not less than 8 hours. Not exactly 8 hours. They watched Max and checked often, they waited until Max started moving his head and heard his noises under the can, then they knew it would be time. They had not counted on it taking almost three hours to get him out. It bothered them, they missed the obvious excavation problems.
The evening finished inside with a free for all horny session. Max fell sleep where he lay on the floor. What a memorable experience. That was nine years ago.
Would he do it again? Yes, maybe with a little safer means of exit. But then the three challengers did discover some new ways to keep Max from escaping. But that's another log to relate another time. Max is still challenging rope artists. He still escapes, well mostly, not always, good fun. Anyone want to try your skill at tying him up. And what is the reward to be for your success?
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