have at it! I posted this over on the deepsinkingguyz forum that gets maybe four posts a year, decided to finally move stuff over to the main quicksand forum.Omar wandered through the wooded dunes with the slow lazy swagger of a man who knew he looked good even when no one was watching. The afternoon sun hit his dark hair and beard in warm streaks, shining over his smooth chest and the lines of muscle across his stomach. He was only wearing his red swim trunks, tight enough to hug his round ass and show the curve of everything he worked hard for at the gym. He stretched his arms over his head, joints popping, a soft groan leaving his throat as he walked barefoot over the sand. "This place is quiet," he muttered to himself, liking the heat, liking the solitude. "Maybe too quiet. Whatever, man, I needed the break."
He wasn't expecting to find anything interesting out here, but when he reached a low valley between two dune ridges he felt a wave of warm humid air on his legs. He blinked and looked down between some bushes where he saw a smooth pool of brown mud shining like melted chocolate under the sky. Steam curled off its surface even though the air itself wasn't that hot. Omar crouched, scooping a little in his palm. "Warm," he said, surprised. "Damn. Like a natural spa or something." The mud dripped between his fingers in slow, thick strings. "Kinda nice actually." He stood, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his trunks, hesitated just a second, then laughed. "Nobody's around. Why not?" He peeled the red fabric off his hips and down his legs, kicking it aside so it landed on a clump of grass. His cock bounced lightly as he stepped out of it, and he sighed at the relief of being bare in the warm breeze. The sun made his skin look almost bronze, his muscles casting slow-moving shadows as he stretched again. "Yeah... that's better."
He walked to the mudpit and dipped one foot in. It felt warm, almost cozy, and he grinned as he stepped in deeper, his toes curling. The mud only reached his ankles at first, then his lower shins. He expected to sink further but his feet hit some resistance. "Huh?" He pushed a little with his weight. Nothing. "What the hell, man, this thing shallow?" He tried lowering himself slowly, letting more pressure sink him, but he only got to mid-shin before it stopped again. It felt thick but not deep, like a weird warm floor under the surface. He shrugged. "Okay, whatever. Still feels good." But after a few minutes he tried to move again and realized something was wrong. His legs didn't lift. They didn't even wiggle much. He frowned and pulled harder. "Come on. Don't play with me." The mud stretched tight around him and didn't release. His calves tingled like they were being hugged by something that didn't want to let go.
"Uhh..." He planted his hands on the edge of the grass and tried to push himself upward, but the motion only made a disgusting low sucking sound beneath him, thick and hungry. His legs went another inch deeper. "What the—? No, no, no, stop doing that." His breath sped up, chest rising and falling faster, the muscles of his stomach tensing. He pulled harder, gripping the ground until his knuckles whitened. The mud rippled around his thighs even though his thighs weren't in it yet. "Let go of me!" he shouted, trying to laugh it off but failing. His voice cracked on the last word and he felt heat rush up his neck. "It's just mud. Just mud, come on."
But the more he fought, the more the mud responded like it had its own mind. It softened under him now, almost melting, and his shins slid deeper with a slow horrible smoothness. He gasped. "Shit! Shit, okay—stop sinking. Stop." He shifted his weight, twisting his hips, but his ass cheeks tightened as the mud crept to just below his knees. He tried pulling his left leg out first, bending it, but the mud gripped harder, thick ropes of suction wrapping around his skin. "Let go! Oh fuck, come on dude, seriously—" He wasn't talking to himself anymore; he was talking to the mud like it could hear him. He felt a pull under his feet, something dragging downward. The pit wasn't shallow at all. It just pretended to be.
Panic set in hard. He threw his weight forward, pushing on the ground again, but his hands slipped on wet grass and he fell chest-first into the warm mud. It splashed over his pecs, his stomach, smearing thick along his skin. "Ah— damn it!" He tried to lift himself but the movement only slid him farther in. Now his knees vanished under the surface, then quickly halfway up his thighs. "No, no, fuck this, I'm not dying in a mud puddle!" he growled, trying to crawl out, but his arms kept sliding, no traction at all. The mud clung to him like glue, sucking him further every time he moved. His tight ass dipped under the surface and he felt the heat curl over it, swallowing it whole. His thighs strained, muscles bulging, veins rising under his skin as he fought with everything he had.
"Help! Hey! Somebody out there?!" He yelled into the dunes but only the wind answered him.
His stomach sank under next, warm pressure closing around his abs. He cried out, voice shaking. "Come on Omar, man, think—just stop moving, relax—" but the relaxation only made him sink faster, and he jerked upward, cursing. The mud now wrapped around his waist, sliding higher with every tiny shift. He clawed at the grass again, straining, arms shaking violently as he tried to haul his naked body upward. "Please, please don't—" He wasn't even sure who he was begging. His nipples brushed the mud, then disappeared under it as he sank up to his lower chest. The warmth felt almost gentle, but the force holding him wasn't.
He gasped for air, eyes wide, mud splashing onto his beard as he struggled. "Help me! I'm stuck! I'm—" His voice broke again as the mud crept over his pecs, hugging tight around them, tugging downward with a slow deep strength that terrified him. His arms were getting tired, his muscles burning, hands slipping more and more each time he pushed. The mud covered his chest completely now, reaching up toward his armpits. He tried lifting his arms but even they were starting to feel dragged down. His breathing turned sharp and frantic. "No no no, not my chest, not—" He gasped as the mud hit his collarbones. He arched backward instinctively, but the movement only made him slip deeper by another few inches. His shoulders sank. Mud seeped over them in a thick hot wave.
"O-okay, okay, wait, hold on—please—fuck, I can't—" His voice dissolved into choking sounds as the mud climbed his neck. He threw his head back, stretching as far upward as he could, but the pit kept swallowing him without pause. The mud pressed under his jaw, warm and sticky. He whimpered despite himself, the sound pathetic and scared. "Please... please someone..." But no one was coming.
It slid up to his cheeks, his beard smearing with brown sludge. Only his face remained above now, eyes wide and terrified, mouth trembling as he tried to suck in deep breaths. "Don't let me die like this," he whispered, voice cracking into a sob. The mud sucked again and his chin vanished.He cried out, but the mud smothered half the sound as it rose to his lips. He tried to tilt his head back farther, stretching his neck until it hurt, but he couldn't lift himself even a millimeter. The suction had him completely.
The mud reached his nose. He inhaled sharply through his mouth, but his mouth slipped under too, warm heavy sludge filling it instantly. He gagged violently, thrashing, but the mud surged over his face, rising to his eyes. He blinked mud out desperately, but the second he opened them again, they were covered as darkness pressed in.
His final sound was a muffled choked groan as the mud closed over the top of his head, swallowing his hair, his skull, everything. His lungs burned as he tried one last breath and sucked in only thick suffocating earth. His body twitched under the surface as he fought for even a scrap of air, but the mud only dragged him deeper and deeper until the last bubble escaped and the surface smoothed over like nothing had happened at all.
