DrMad Max Mud Story Continued Chapter 4

Author: maxcita
Title: Dr.Mad Max Mud Story Continued Chapter 4
Date: 24 March 2015

Chapter 4 - Ho hum, When Will They Learn
Max welcomed the silence, he bent his knees a little and felt the soft mud on the walls of his new home. He pushed his feet further into the mud. It was a very erotic situation at this point. Horny was an understatement. With his tightly bound wrists in front it was easy to rub his very stiff parts. As the erotic sensations increased he pushed harder into the soft clay. He tested to see if he had sunk further by moving his hooded chin forward. He was trying to feel the edge of the hole. Nothing. He rubbed his crotch and pushed further into the mud. By pushing the heels in first then pushing with the toes he sank fractions of an inch further into the hole. His next test of depth, he was very pleased to feel the edge of the hole just under his chin. He got really horny imagining himself sinking right out of sight.
He continued on trying to get deeper. He now tried to wedge his butt and knees into the walls of the hole and then push down with his legs to get further into the hole. He was so horny he decided he would not try to escape until he had cum. The erotic sensation of mud against the rubber drove Max to work harder at getting further into the hole. It was several minutes before he checked to see where he was at with his deep sinking. Now, he noticed that he could not move his head very well, there was a restriction in the movement. He tried to bend his head and get a feel for the edge of the hole but something held him back. He moved his body in the hole, as much as the inch or two of space would allow. He could then feel the d-rings on the hood were held by something.
"Ahh, they roped the collar." Max noted. It only added more sensational horniness to the situation. He bobbed his head around and thought he felt the edge of the hole at his eye brow. He wasn't sure but it was great, buried this deep, tied up too. He rubbed his crotch, he contracted his butt muscles and bent his knees all to a rapid pace of his bound hands rubbing across the hard crotch. Max thought it took less than five minutes to cum. His knees shook for several minutes. He was panting from the energy he used to cum. Under so many layers of rubber it was hard to stimulate things to the point of orgasm. It sure felt good.
All this energy did not go to waste. In a few minutes Max was relaxed, comfy and warm. He started methodically twisting the wrists and hands to see what he could do with the restraints. Even though he had two layers of thick gloves and the mud caked on the gloves he felt a loose bit of rope. He got a finger on it and grasped it with his thumb. He could feel that it was one wrapped between his wrists. The wrists seemed to not be all that tight. Working the wrists in opposite directions Max felt that a few more tries and the rope around both wrists would be loose enough he could pull a hand through. He did. One hand out then the other. A long way to freedom, but Max was grinning from ear to ear under the double hoods.
Max found that the extra push into the hole had wedged his legs from the knees down into the walls of the hole. He felt like he was really wedged in. He tried moving a knee, but couldn't. He tried standing as straight as he could. This time, he felt the wet sticky mud pull away from the butt part of the rubber waders. That felt good, He did have some room to move.
The hands were free but the elbows still tied together meant he could not reach the top of the hole or his hood and collar. He didn't try. He made fists with each hand and wedged them into the soft walls of the hole in front of him. Then he tried straightening his arms at the elbow. He was doing this to push himself out of the thick mud below. Bit by bit he could feel his legs move. He could now wedge the knees a bit and then use his feet to push against the firmer mud and get a little further up. It took several minutes. He was able to freely move his head and once again his chin was above the top of the hole.
Now to get the arms mobile. Max knew he did not have the strength with ankles and knees tied to get out of the hole without the full use of his arms. He tried to reach the rope holding his elbows tight against his body. The wet muddy rope was slippery. It was hard to hold on to it with just the tips of the thick, muddy gloved fingers. There was no knot or rope ends within reach of his hands. He thought they would have tied the rope in the middle of his back. That would make sense. The only way he could reach the rope was with one hand touching the rope in the middle of his chest. It was really tight and hard to bend the tied up elbows. He did not have enough strength to pull the rope to try and twist it around so the rope ends would be in reach of his fingers. However, experience in this situation before, told him to hold the rope with his fingers and then twist his back along the wall of the hole. This allowed the rope to stick to the mud on the side of the hole, this done, twisting his body allowed the rope to slide around his back and arms. He knew that they had not tied the elbow rope between the arms or at the collar. About ten tries were needed. Then fingers detected a knot. A muddy, knot was not easy to undo, especially in thick gloved fingers.
Max noticed the outer gloves seemed loose, he thought that they had taped them on. He now realized they had not. "Easy stuff now." The gloves pulled off. He could now feel the cool mud through the thinner gloves. It took less than a minute to undo the knot, but the rope did not let go around the elbows. Shrugging his shoulders several times and working on the rope at the elbows Max visualized the caked on mud was keeping the rope tight. It finally slipped. His elbows released, Max felt upwards for the top of the hole. It was at chin level. He could now easily free his ankles and feet from the last few inches of tenacious goo. He tried to lift himself out of the hole. OOPS!
He forgot that the collar had ropes tied to it and could only move up a foot or so out of the hole. The head and shoulders clear of the hole he got his arms out and felt the rope attached to the collar. There was no knot to undo. How would he get out? He felt the rope again. "Stupid guys!"
Simple. The rope was certainly tight holding the collar and Max centered in the hole with collar only able to move a little above or below the opening in the ground. But! What these stupid challengers forgot was laughable. Each rope was tied to just one d-ring. Max reached around, unzipped the hood, pulled it off including the collar. He was totally free and popped out of the hole in an instant.
At first Max felt triumphant, he won. But then he realized the whole day would be spoiled. He did escape when he didn't want to. "Shit!" He pulled off the thin hood and now could see the damp gray skies. He had a lot of mud caked on his outer rubber. The joy of freedom was replaced by disappointment. Two days of being buried in the mud lasted only a few minutes. Months of anticipation of a fantasy come true was gone.
Dejected to a degree, he washed the mud off of his rubber rain wear. He went back to the hole and undid the four ropes tied to the brush. He coiled up the rope and left it at the side of the hole. He cleaned the hood, the gloves and carried them back to the house. He lost interest in the sticky mud on the side of the path.
Instead of triumphantly going straight in to the house to raze the others, he quietly went around to his van and peered in to see that he had lots of rope in the back. Then sitting on the bumper he tried to think of what he wanted to do? Would he forget the whole thing, and just play some light bondage games? Or, would he try some gangster role play, that the others liked? He really wanted a long term burial in the mud. And he wanted to be tied up comfortably, but so restrictive there would be no way he could get free. If he told his challengers how to tie him up, that would spoil the fantasy of being overpowered and tied up by bad guys. It would be too technical, it wasn't as sensual or erotic to tell people how to tie you up. The result was too predictable.
He must have been thinking deeply, when he looked up one of his challengers was standing behind him. The challenger was not too surprised. He was smiling at Max. Max was oblivious to him talking to Max the Zombie. Oh," Max came to: "Sorry I was thinking about how easy it was to escape." His challenger noted it was less than 20 minutes, he was impressed. Max explained that while he was pleased with the escape at first, he now realized how disappointing this was. The day would be lost and the no-escape would have to wait until another time.
What will they do? Would Max get another chance?