# \[PackagedStories.net] Buried Love by Urbmon116

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### #1

My master loves me. That’s what I tell myself. It has become a desperate

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mantra over and over with each breath. I’m becoming frantic. In spite of

everything I know I start to panic. I’m sure that my arms and legs are

flexing even if I can’t feel them. As the muscles of my torso tighten it

feels like cold snakes spasming over my chest and back. Only nothing happens

really. I feel but I don’t move. I’ve never been so immobile. 

  It started early this afternoon. He gave me a beer and a lot of pot and

    drove me out into the desert. I knew that it must have been something

    special. Otherwise he would have just done it at home. We didn’t really

    talk about much on the way out. Mostly I just enjoyed the buzz and looked at

    the distant mountains wondering exactly what the name would be for that

    shade of purple. We drove one of the side roads for about 20 minutes, then a

    dirt road off that for another 20 minutes, then about 20 minutes off road. 

  We pulled up next to a huge pile of sand and he shut off the car. He gave me

    some water then. As he talked to me, he held the back of my neck and kept my

    face close to his. He kissed me and told me that he loves me. I told him

    that I love him and he touched my lips and said, "No, I want you know

    that I really love you. That I’ll never let anything happen to you."

    I nodded at that, really unable to reply. He unlocked the doors and told me

    to get out and take a leak, even if I didn’t feel like I had to. By the

    time he got out I was trying to water the rear passenger tires. Nothing at

    first, then I was glad he told me to do it. 

  I zipped up and walked over to him. He had moved to the other side of the

    pile of sand. He was looking down and I stepped around to join him.

    Logically, because there was a big pile of sand, there was a big hole where

    the sand used to me. I looked at him puzzled. He smiled and I wasn’t

    puzzled any more. "No." I told him, "no, he was not going to bury me alive."

  He

    leaned forward and kissed me again. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and I

    automatically put my arms over my head. As he slipped it off he whispered in

    my ear, "Yes, I am." 

  He told me to take my shoes and socks off. For a moment I thought about

    saying no again, making it stick this time. He could see me thinking it over

    and waited. I answered by kicking off my shoes and peeling off my socks.

    That smile again as he unsnapped and unzipped my denim shorts. They dropped

    to my ankles. Still smiling, he asked if I would like him to remove my

    underwear or would I like to do it myself. I told him to go ahead. An

    instant later I stepped away from the cloth around my ankles into nudity.

    Except for my thumb ring and he noticed that. He bent his head forward, took

    my thumb into his mouth and sucked it gently for a moment. As he straightened

    up

    he slid the ring off my thumb and on to his. 

  He told me to get into the hole and I did. It wasn’t as deep as I expected

    and wasn’t long enough for me to lie down. Standing flat at the bottom my

    nipples were just about level with the ground and I expected him to just

    bury me up to there. Then he told me to get on my knees. My erection, which

    had been at three-quarter mast, went to full pole in three heartbeats. I

    dropped to my knees and the level of the ground was just above the top of my

    head. He jumped into the hole with me. He pressed me against the wall and it

    was a tight squeezed but he had enough room to work. First he tied my ankles

    together. Then my legs at the knees. Then my hands behind my back. Then a

    circle around my waist and abdomen securing my hands snug across my lower

    back.  

  "It’s not like I wasn’t cooperating," I told him, thinking I might be

    able to talk him out of tying me. Burial would be enough. He told me to shut

    up. Neither of us said anything while he finished. He climbed out and still

    without speaking forced me to position myself in the center of the hole. 

  He walked over to the pile, grabbed a shovel and started to fill it in. He

    concentrated my legs first, covering the feet and calves sticking out behind

    me. I read something once that said you can’t be tickled by someone you

    don’t trust. As he shoveled my feet tickled something fierce and we had

    some good laughter for a few minutes. As the laughter died, he started to

    fill the whole thing, not just the spot over my legs.  

  It was a fascinating

    feeling as the sand crept deeper and deeper up my legs. Sand touched my

    cock, my balls, my hands and sank them all beneath the surface. I didn’t

    really feel the weight of it until I was buried up to the bottom of my

    chest. I could feel my stomach moving in and out with each breath, pushing

    against the sand. He kept shoveling until my nipples were buried then

    stopped. 

  He jumped down into the hole again, only a couple feet deep now and I pulled

    back when I saw that he had a plastic bag in his hand and a roll of duct

    tape around one wrist. I thrashed around as much as I could. He caught me

    effortlessly and slipped the bag over my head. It was thick but clear and I

    watched as he started the tape and wrapped it a half dozen times around my

    neck, sealing the bag in place. It was a snug seal and I could tell by the

    way the bag shrank and swelled with each breath, it was airtight. 

  He stepped out of the hole. While I rocked back and forth hoping to

    somehow escape he picked up the shovel and resumed his work. I was helpless.

    I couldn’t move my lower body at all. I got goosebumps as he buried me

    deeper and deeper.  

  The air was just starting to get thick in the bag by the

    time my shoulders were completely covered. As he continued up to my neck and

    deeper I realized that the sand was pressing the bag against my face. Bad

    air was better than no air and I tilted my head back so my face was pointed

    straight up. As he filled in around my head the air in the bag was forced up

    into a bubble above me. My window to the world was moving  up and down

    like a piston as I started to really need air. He walked over to the

    slight indentation where the hole used to be and knelt down to peer intently

    at me. 

  I started to beg. I know how much he likes that so I went to it. He made me

    go until I wasn’t faking it any more. He cut a hole in the plastic and

    suddenly I was gasping fresh air through a tube shoved into my mouth. He

    moved back and shoveled the last foot on me. He must have piled more on too.

    The weight on the bag forced the air out around the base of the tube. As it

    did the plastic slowly shrank down and sealed itself tight to my head 

  I don’t know how long he played with me then, stopping up the tube hole at

    the surface end, letting me get a breath, stopping it again. Now he’s done

    something different. I can picture it. He’s put a plastic bag over

    the end of the tube. He’s duct taped it in place. I’m breathing my own

    air. First my arms and legs started to tingle then I lost feeling in them.

    My torso is cold and my head feels hot like fever. I’m a flow of air going

    in and out of an empty room. I thought it would get dark but flashes of blue

    and red illuminate the nothing I’m seeing. And there’s a pleasant

    ringing note in my ears. I wasn’t expecting the slow explosion from my

    cock that sends ripples of yellow electricity through my body. I come into

    the sand and I buck frozen in ice as the orgasm sweeps over me in wave after

    wave. As it passes the flashes of blue and red start fading to a dim white

    glow. 

  Save me master. You love me. 

  

  

10.10.06
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