DrMad Max Mud Story Continued Chapter 8

Author: maxcita
Title: Dr.Mad Max Mud Story Continued Chapter 8
Date: 24 March 2015

Chapter 8 - Stations Of The Cross
Max could hear what sounded like a wheel barrow brought up beside him. "What?" He really didn't expect that. It was so out of context with the moment. This thought was broken with him being shoved then turned on the bench, his feet and the post dropped down to the ground. He was inclined against the edge of the bench. Not for long though, as he felt two arms wrap around his ankles and lift him up. Four hands grabbed his shoulders. He was lifted up, then his head plunked down in what sounded like the wheelbarrow. It started to move. He was being moved. The trip seemed long, over rough ground. Twice he thought he was going to get thrown out of the contraption when someone tripped or lost their balance in some way. Funny the things you note thought Max. He could no longer hear the cars and trucks passing on the highway. He was being taken into the back swamp where he had dug his hole earlier that day.
Finally the trip ended. He was lifted to the ground. The murmuring Max heard seemed to be a discussion of some sort. Simultaneously the three challengers shouted "YES!"
Max had no idea what was next, but so far, it was a lot of pleasure over the past three hours. He was comfy, warm and totally immobilized.
He was dragged a few feet then he felt the hands on either side. He was now vertical, his weight held by all the rope. His feet were not touching the ground though. He guessed the pole was extended past his feet. He guessed right. "Fantastic!" Max screamed. It just came out of his mouth. At the same moment of realization he came. They were lowering him into his mud hole. He said nothing further, just overwhelmed with the realization that his fantasy was really happening. At long last. "Hurrah."
Only for a fleeting moment did Max wonder how they would get him in the hole. But they did. He could feel the muddy hole on his chest. He was lifted up again, maybe two feet he thought. Before he considered further, he was dropped. Three cheers were heard. They wiggled the top of the post. Someone hit the top of it with what Max thought was a sledge hammer, when in fact it was a piece of wood. The challengers were gone, nothing. Happy Max was still feeling the muscle spasms from his orgasm. He heard nothing and felt no one near him for a long time. (While Max lay on the bench, the boys went to the hole and enlarged it, to hold both Max and the cross he was tied to.)
Max had neither dozed off nor did he do any out of body dreaming. He was mentally high on the realization of his fantasy. The challengers' footsteps could be heard near him. Max, so happy yelled out to them. "This is so fantastic, thank you, thank you... thank you!" He finally stopped when fingers prodded his mouth. Max was asked the serious safety questions, it had been an hour, how was this and that. Max replied that everything was perfect.
The challengers took up shovels and dug into the sloppy clay surrounding the hole and started to fill it in. They were cautious, checking with Max to make sure there were no problems. It was fine, Max was careful to make sure it really was. The mud flowed into the hole, Max felt the top of his boots and then his ankles covered. The calves were covered and that was the first sense of pressure against his rubber cocoon. At the thighs the mud created a lot of pressure, it was even and comfortable. Max was warm and that was important. Max tried to move but just couldn't other than the wonderful feel of rope and rubber against his really hard dick. The shoveling stopped.
Max felt boots and legs scrapping against his chest and stomach. One of them was sitting with their feet in the hole. Max felt the fingers once again prodding his mouth. This time the rubber fingers had a coating of clay, he licked it off and spat it out. He really liked sucking the gloves. His pleasure for sure he could suck rubber gloves for hours. He could feel the army hood draw string being undone and the face of the hood opened. He was commanded to open his mouth wide . He expected a dick but instead bare fingers poked through the hoods. Fingers deposited what Max knew as plastic molar guards. These were used by dentists. A plastic H shaped clip could be fitted over the back molars. This would allow the jaw to be hyper extended without tiring the patient and causing muscle spasms to the jaw. Max's mouth was now wedged wide open. It couldn't close. The fingers job was done.
Max felt the weight of the challengers body pressing on his chest and the boots sinking into the clay that had just been shoveled into the hole. Max felt the other body pressing against his immobile head and open mouth. Of course the challenger stuck his dick in Max's mouth. Max could do nothing except lick the delicious end, suitably covered in rubber. These guys liked rubber not just for looks but in every respect for safe sex. The dick was thrust into Max's locked open mouth. The back of the hole supported the challenger as he thrust his dick in and out. It was so easy, sex and mud and nothing to stop it. A fantasy come true for the challenger and for Max. The dick got harder, Max gagged a bit but the challenger made no allowance, it continued. What a pleasure for both challenger and Max. It seemed the reward to the challenger for the no-escape was being accepted early, and with pleasure. It took little time for him to cum. The challenger let his dick return to normal size still pressed into Max's face.
Spent the challenger struggled to get his ankles and boots out of the wet clay. The struggle although brief put a lot of friction against Max's crotch, it was heavenly. Max thanked them again and again. The others said nothing. They picked up their shovels and filled in the hole. Max felt the pressure around his chest. It was tight but he could easily breath. It sounded like the loam and loose soil was being thrown in around his upper chest. Then more clay. The clay was cool as he felt it around the base of the neck. More wet clay was added again, he felt the dirt on the back of his head and against his ears. The dirt was patted level with the top of his chin. Max's army rain coat hood had been done up as before. The dirt was just an inch below the opening. It was packed. Max could not move a muscle other than mentally contracting the big leg and butt muscles. There was silence for a period, but not too long, maybe 15 minutes. The challengers checked with Max. Max said all was well and kidded them that he wanted them to jerk him off now. They laughed. Max was happy and well. A period of solitude followed.
The voices and footsteps returned, Max could more or less feel rather than hear with the dirt around his head and all. He checked out as fine and happy. The challengers were satisfied. Kidding about escape occupied the topic of discussion for many minutes. Max could easily hear what they were saying. They were teasing him. Max knew there was no hope this time, and once once more he didn't even want to try. He was horny, the pressure of the wet clay against his hard dick was so very pleasurable. He could flex his muscles a little, and in so doing could massage his hard dick just a little. He was so close to cumming, he would at some point but when, he didn't care. This was heaven.
The voices continued. Footsteps were felt a few inches from his head. Max was annoyed, he wanted total isolation, no noise. He wanted to endure panic, fear, cold whatever happened, but he wanted it to happen without interruption for at least 8 hours. He guessed he had been buried for at least two hours at his point. Then he thought. This started at 1300h it was 3 hours later they put him here and now 2 hours. It would be 2000h now. It would be dark soon.
The footsteps and activity around his head was brief. Max did not know what or why but he had a funny sensation. As he breathed in and out he felt his breath come back against his face, like the sensation of his face against a wall or when they played breath control games and would put a bag over his head. He wondered if they were going to play with his breathing? He could not guess, but focused on breathing slowly and trying to listen.
What Max could not see or know until later was somewhat simple. The challengers had taken an old metal garbage can, one of the tall ones and turned it upside down over Max's head. The edge of the can had been sunk into 4 inches of clay around the hole. The can had several holes in it, air exchange was not a problem. Then to anchor it there, because after all, animals like raccoon and fox would be around, maybe a bear, they put three concrete block on top to hold it down. It was not in place long before it was removed. They said nothing about it to Max, but did tell Max it was time for a drink. A warm sweet drink was passed through a funnel and hose. Max sucked it back. It did taste good. At first Max thought they would do a drinking piss thing, which really was not a good idea in this situation. Without Max knowing, the garbage can covered his head again, and was anchored. It was silent.