DrMad Max Mud Story Continued Chapter 5

Author: maxcita
Title: Dr.Mad Max Mud Story Continued Chapter 5
Date: 24 March 2015

Chapter 5 - Max Gets Cross
Max was dejected. His escape was not what he really wanted deep down. The challenger suggested Max take a break and see if there was something else he wanted to do. Max said nothing. The challenger returned to the house. Max wandered around the perimeter of the open yard. The yard area was built up above the swamp and rock to allow for solid grounds around the house, and to have not only a lawn but also long driveway. It was quiet except for the odd car or truck heading down the highway.
It must have been 30 minutes later Max returned to the house to get a coffee. The others were in the living room and invited Max to join them. They marveled at Max's escape, they also understood his disappointment at being able to, yet again, easily escape. They apologized. They didn't need to apologize said Max, and asked what they were going to do for the remainder of the day. It was decided already that they were going to do a gangster scene. They would role play. They would all be bad guys, but they wanted to capture a mobster, tie him up and then drop in the swamp with concrete galoshes. Max had played that one before. Everyone would get so horny they would end up having sex before they would get to drag their captive into the bush for a pretend drowning. Max said he would play.
The mobster role play was carefully orchestrated, complete with rehearsals, costumes and scripts. The others knew the creek water was very cold and suggested that they would need wet suits under their costume. Max thought that was okay but would they ever get that far along in the scene, before sex overwhelmed the horny guys. The others asked Max to go get his wet suit and bring it in, including boots and hood. Max noted his wet suit was all one piece so that was the only way it could be worn. Off he went.
He left his car keys on the kitchen counter and went down to the basement, he could hear the others there, no doubt getting dressed. He turned the corner into the rec room and was playfully grabbed from behind. He stayed relaxed; they were always horsing around. The others took Max's wet suit and pulled his hands behind his back and handcuffed him. Max smiled and asked if he was going to be the mobster thrown into the creek. Yep. Was the reply, so he thought that was great and went along with the pretend struggle.
The others stripped the rubber off Max. They were delighted to smell the body odour and stale mud as they pulled off the waders. Max was naked below the waist, the handcuffs prevented the neoprene top from being pulled off. The others struggled to get the 7mm scuba wet suit over the feet. Max suggested they use lots of powder. They agreed. Without any notice, the challenger holding his arms reached around and stuffed a rubber glove in Max's mouth. Another took duct tape and secured the gag. "Shut up for once Max."
The rubber glove was one of the thin ones but still it was a real mouthful. Max had no choice at this point. Yes, they powdered Max and the inside of the wetsuit. The haze of powder in the air had two of the challengers sneezing several times. The wet suit took ten minutes to get on up to the waist. Max had put on weight and it was hard doing it to a restrained person any way. Max was still standing while they pulled the suit up to the crotch. Max was displaying the hard pleasure of the exercise. A thin rope appeared in the hands of a challenger he made a loop and captured the cock and balls pulled on it gently and tied a knot, he then wound the remaining ends between each ball and around the ball sack. His genitals were captured in rope bondage, not tight to stem blood flow but enough that the rope would not come off and keep a semi erection. The genitals stuck out with the bondage completed. The others joined in, to pull the wet suit up above the waist. It took some adjustment to position the stiff dick and balls so that it was not painful inside the wetsuit Someone put a choke hold on Max. Max snorted to try and get some air through his nose. He was held firm while the handcuffs were removed. Max's arms were shoved into each sleeve. Max's head was pulled back enough to get the hood on. They stood him up and then closed the cross-the-back zipper. The zipper slider had a metal pull ring. A small padlock slipped over the ring and then through a small d-ring put on the suit. Max's had put this device on to lock himself into his suit. He liked that and would go to work with the wet suit under his work clothes. The key left at home. He worked outside so that was not a problem, but it did get very hot if the sun came out. There was no convenience zipper. The fluids drained into the boots or simply he let it leak out with his boots off. It would stink when he peeled off the wetsuit when at home.
His arms were pulled around his back and again his wrists were cuffed. They told him to sit on the floor. He did. It was much easier now for the others to pull on the stocking waders over top of the wet suit. Then they put a long pair of old wool work socks over his stocking waders. Next came the one piece rubber rain suit and it was pulled on each leg. Max realized this was weird. If they were doing a mobster scene why were they not putting an old black suit and black shirt, white tie on him. He was puzzled but happy to be hot and in lots of rubber. He was helped to stand up. The stocking wader straps were pulled over the shoulders, then the one piece suit was zipped up and the Velcro cover sealed the zipper.
It took a lot of effort, and comments about: "hey should have done it first." They rolled back the sleeves of the wet suit, enough to put the thin rubber gloves on. It took a lot of fidgeting to get the cuffs of the wet suit back over the gloves without lumps. The friction of the nylon wet suit materials would make it impossible to pull off the rubber gloves without rolling up the sleeves. The challengers decided they had built up a beer thirst and took a brief break. Several minutes went by, a challenger returned with beer for the others. He had also gone out to Max's van to retrieve the hoods used earlier in the day.
The challengers pulled the wet suit hood off Max's head, then ripped the duct tape off and pulled the rubber glove gag out Max's mouth. Immediately Max started to ask what they were doing. The response was nothing more than: "We are having a beer, shut up." They gave Max some beer. Then two of them worked to get the thin hood over Max's head. With luck the holes for the nose and mouth lined up the first try. The wet suit hood was pulled back up over the latex hood. The neoprene and now air tight latex covering Max's ears made hearing much less. Max got another long sip of beer. He was then asked to drink some water. It seemed to be a never ending glass. He had more than enough but was told to drink more. He had no choice. This done they gagged him with the rubber glove, but did not tape it.
Holding Max steady, the Brown Red Ball waders were fitted over his feet. The socks made it tricky getting the foot to go into the boot. They had to stop, take the wader off. Then with a plastic bag over the socked feet tried again. It went on easily. Then the other foot the same way. The waders pulled up and fastened. They did not use the belt for the waders, instead they took a length of rope, tied it around Max's waist with the knot in the back. The loose ends of rope were symmetrically passed between the legs and then around each thigh, coming back to the knot in the back. These loops were pulled tight and tied at the knot. There was still lots of rope left. The rope was then crossed over either shoulder, crossed in front and then each rope was passed under the waist rope, a knot tied. The configuration made a rope suspender but included the thighs. The loose ends of the rope were passed around to Max's back and once again knotted in the back with the other knots. Max with hands cuffed behind could feel the large knot and wondered what they were up to.
A challenger explained to Max the rope was to keep the waders from coming off. (Another trick that Max had revealed in other successful escapes was to slide out of the waders and the rope around them. So, even though he had been tied up with the rope knotted at his feet. He slid out of the waders and deep mud to freedom.)
Next came the army pants. They were wet and smelled of swamp. The pants done up, then the rubber hooded rain jacket. Max was getting very warm. The big electrician's gloves were next, thought Max as the handcuff on one wrist was removed. No, it wasn't. They were putting on his wet suit mitts instead. They pulled them on easily, having used lots of powder first, but they did not put Max's thumb in the thumb of the mitt. Instead they pulled the mitt up with thumb and all in the finger part of the mitt. The same for the other hand. Max tried to protest the position, but the only response was a slap in the crotch and a "Gotcha this time." Max relaxed, he knew he could get his thumb in the thumb hole with a little work.
The wet suit gloves had a long neoprene sleeve. They were a commercial glove used for cold water diving. The wrist sealed perfectly with a suit, and no matter how much you pulled on the glove it could not come off unless the cuff was peeled off the wet suit sleeve. Despite the others knowing this, duck tape was used to marry the gloves to the wet suit. But what Max had not counted on was the duct tape now being wrapped around the thumb and then the mitt! His hand was now trapped and there would be no way to get the thumb out of the finger part of the mitt. Max thought the play was going to be pretty intense if they were doing this to him. He was getting horny at the thought of what they would do to him.