Mud Story - Max Cita Experience of a Life Time Chapter One

Author: maxcita
Title: Mud Story - Max Cita Experience of a Life Time Chapter One
Date: 24 March 2015

Dr. Mad Max - His younger days
Chapter 1 - Rubber, mud, bondage and sex.
A few times each year, usually late Summer or Fall, Max would travel four hours Northwest from Ottawa. He would visit friends at their not too remote rural farm. Farm? Well it was 25 acres of swamp, clay, rock, bears and gazillion black flies in the Spring. The mud, ahh yes, the swamp and high water had wonderful silty mushy, gooey, clean clay. The higher bits of land midst the marsh and Swamp Alders was terra firma, at least on the top 3 feet. Under the loam and root laden layer was the oozy, unstable, mushy clay that could easily be displaced with a couple of energetic pushes with the boots. Then you could get stuck waist deep.
The farm was right on the main highway, leaving the house and partly-cleared lot around it, visible to the frequent traffic passing by. So for modesty we did play or act out fantasies several hundred feet from the roadway hidden by the tall Alders and bush. The whole idea of the visit was to really get into wet and messy bondage play. The wet bog and gooey surface clay made the sensation of rubber boots now sucked into the mud, and the pressure of goo hugging the legs, all sexually arousing. Within minutes of the Friday night arrival, the hosts and Max were trudging through the swamp looking for a great play area for the Saturday and Sunday intense play. Daylight was fading fast.
There were no rules of play as such. All loved getting stuck in the mud. At ankle deep the suction could easily pull a hip wader off, so chest waders were deemed ideal. A belt around the waist, suspenders to hold up the wader, and then a bicycle inner tube cut to length was tied tightly above each knee to help keep the foot in the boot of the waders. It was very annoying to have your foot pull free of the boot, then getting it back into the boot was nearly impossible as the mud quickly collapsed the boot. Minutes would be spent trying to pull the boot from the mud, handicapped with the foot and leg trapped in the upper part of the wader. Funny at times but maddening when it interfered with keeping the sensual and erotic parts going while the rest of the guys were playing.
Max preferred the mud play as a serious escape challenge. He would ask the others to tie him up with rope, in whatever manner they chose, and then bury him in the mud, well at least up to the neck, and sometimes more. This time, it was a new challenge that he made. He wanted to be tied up, stuck in a hole, fill the hole and then see how long it would take for him to escape. The challenge seemed easy, enough rope and no one would get out, at least the challengers saw it that way. If Max escaped well the reward was just that, the escape. If he lost, a devious suitable punishment would have to be dished out but no doubt it would be some form of sexual depravity. All of this discussion about the escape/mud/challenge peppered the Friday night conversation. All got very horny, and agreed a short midnight walk would help release some of their horny sensations.
The evening play was a little of this and that, to make that part of the story short, is to say that three knee high boots got lost somewhere out there in the blackness as three guys wrestled each other in the wet loam and clay. Two on one would trip up and push the third as deep as they could into the mud. More than a few times a face plant successfully had the unlucky one eating mud. But then it was all fun for everyone. Faces in muddy crotches and groping hands made for a happy threesome.
The Friday night ended, well actually early Saturday morning, in anticipation of a longer more intense play that would go on through Saturday night until it was time to leave late Sunday.
Saturday began late, breakfast was leftovers from the the night before. Max had got up long before the others to get the escape site ready. If he wanted the challenge, then he would have to do most of the work. Max wanted an escape challenge that was realistic in terms of no-escape, in other words no illusion, trick or hidden gimmick that would set him free. The others knew that, but still, they had yet to keep Max tied up for more than a few hours. Max seemed to always leave just enough out of the equation that he would find a way to escape. He really enjoyed being buried in mud unable to move, then trying as he might to free himself. The exertion itself got him very horny, And, equally he would cum more than once in the bid for freedom. Max still wanted to know his own reaction to being tied up and unable to escape, isolated, unable to call for help even if he needed it. He hoped today would be the day. Was this a fantasy or could it be a reality. He insisted to himself it was doable. Now to convince the others.