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StuckGuys is a forum for people with a stuck/spinning fetish. This involves usually guys spinning or getting their vehicle stuck in mud/snow/sand or anything else. Everyone is welcome here. If your interested in stuck females check out StuckWorld

Tire-Turning Terror, Issue 1

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  • "The Forbidden Swamp"

    Antione was an adventurous trucker who wasn't afraid to trek the unknown. He was well known in his town for his exploits--burrowing in the sand, tearing up muddy paths, even scaling mountains. Even the snowy winters didn't have a chance.

    He faced rough terrain every chance he got, armed with his cold-blocking coat and jeans, and tall, waterproof leather boots. His trusty steed was his blue Ford Powerstroke, complete with mud tires, 4 wheel drive, and a winch. He rarely ran into deep trouble, and almost never got stuck. It got to the point that going off-road made him very confident, and somewhat aroused.

    One day in brisk October, Antione came across a rumor about a certain bog on the edge of town. Apparently, no vehicle that entered that swamp ever returned from it. That once they entered that mud, they had no way of escaping. He decided to head directly to that area, arrogant grin on his face and boot flooring the gas pedal.

    At some point, the road ran out, turning into a wide dirt path. As Antione drove further, the ground became darker and moister. He could feel the mud starting to pack into his tire treads. At some point, his truck began to sink into the ground, and his tires started spinning.

    "Ah! Not NOW!" He growled. He stomped on the gas a few times, but his powerful truck just gave in and started to sink deeper. He then put it in reverse, and slammed the gas once more. zzzzZZZZZZzzzzzz...The wet ground held onto his truck's tires, forcing it deeper into the murk. "Come on, come ON, COME ON!!!" Antione shouted. After a few more attempts, he escaped the ruts, and drove until he reached solid ground.

    Antione had broken into a cold sweat, covering his face and hands. Even his feet were feeling drenched in his boots from all the pedal pumping. He had a partial boner as well. "What just happened there?" He thought. He'd tackled deeper mud without THAT much of a struggle before several times. But this time was different. It was almost as if that muck was...alive. Like it was TRYING to trap his rig.

    And yet, even though he almost got buried without even making it halfway, Antione didn't want to turn back. The bout of fear he felt had suddenly disappeared, and was replaced with anticipation and ambition. He got back into his truck, and started it. Its engine let out a mighty roar. Antione, facing the swamp, began to rev his engine. He gripped his steering wheel, and revved harder, until his truck's roars echoed through the area. He rubbed his hardon through his jeans, and shifted his truck into Drive. He slammed his boot on the gas, kicking up a considerable amount of dirt with his tires, and headed back into the swamp.

    As Antione expected, he was able to make it through the muddy path with his speed. He laughed and cheered as he sped down the trail, and didn't lift his foot even a little. Still, the ground beneath his truck became darker, completely saturated with moisture. And even though it was daytime, the trees in the path made the area seem almost as dark as night.

    Antione was enjoying the area. As his truck started to slow down and jerk from side to side, he gripped his steering wheel with both hands and charged forth. Every ZZZZZZzzzzzzz his truck made as his tires slid under him made him even more excited.

    He suddenly came across the end of the path--a large closed space surrounded by trees. He turned his wheel when he entered the space, doing donuts in the muck until his entire truck was covered head to toe in dark mud. He rubbed his hardon the whole time, finally blowing his load in his jeans. At that moment, he saw an image flashing in his head--almost like a face--followed by a sound that bordered on a monstrous roar.

    "Ah!" Antione shouted, as he suddenly slammed on the brakes with both feet.

    He peeped his head out the window. All he could see in the shaded space were the trees surrounding him, the only sounds filling his ears were his truck's motor, as well as the chirping of various critters. "I must've imagined it", he said to himself. "Must be the adrenaline rush from earlier...".

    Then Antione looked at the ground, which was covered in ruts from his truck. He thought it weird that, even though he'd heard stories of vehicles entering the area (albeit never leaving) the only treads going into the area, as well as treads IN the area, were his own truck's. Curious, he proceeded to exit his truck. As soon as he set one foot into the mud, he felt as though it was pulling him in. He jerked with all his might, until POP!, his leg broke free.

    Antione breathed heavily, as he inspected his leg. Mud covered the entirety of his left boot, but there was also a slight spiral pattern in the coat of mud.

    He decided to leave the area immediately. He put his truck in drive, and hit the gas. His truck lurched forward, before slowing down and finally stopping in the mud. "Aw, crap!" he growled, as he hit the gas some more. VROOM, VROOM, VROOOOOOOOM! His truck's engine screamed and roared, but he couldn't break free from the mud. He then put the truck in Reverse to get a burst of speed, but the muck continued to hold the rig in place. His tires helplessly slipped and spun in the squelching bog, which then proceeded to bury deeper and deeper.

    Antione got angry, and gritted his teeth as he rocked his Powerstroke back and forth. "Come on, COME ON!" he shouted. He then looked around, and saw that the ruts he made in the mud with his donuts earlier started to slowly shrink, as if he hadn't driven into it. He anger and excitement left him at that point, slowly turning into anxiety and fear. Just when he thought that things couldn't get any worse, his engine cut off.

    He desperately turned the key, but his truck wouldn't start. At that moment, a low gurgling noise echoed from behind him...

    Antione looked behind him, as the muck suddenly formed into a creature. He suddenly became even more scared, and turned the key. He continuously hit the gas pedal with his booted foot. The smell of fuel filled the air, mixing in with the smell of mud. The truck erupted to life, followed by a series of revs. Relieved, Antione hit the gas. After a few more attempts, his truck escaped the fresh ruts, which regenerated as slimy tentacles slithered after him. Because of the uneven, soft ground, he couldn’t move too fast. “Come on, baby! You can do it, come onnnnn!” Antione yelled desperately as he slurmed through the muck.

    Unfortunately, the tendrils caught up to him, wrapping around the truck’s axle. His truck roared loudly as he revved the engine trying to escape. It was merely a tug of war as more tendrils made their way to him. They attached to his truck, pulling it toward the creature’s sludgey maw. No matter how hard he hit the gas, he couldn’t break free from their grasp! The ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzz of his tires became louder and louder, until the tendrils found their way into his tail pipe. The revving and roaring suddenly sounded rougher, before the truck shut off once again.

    Antione began to panic; the muck knew exactly how to make his truck do what it wanted in order to capture him. “DAMN IT!!” He yelled in a broken voice

    He knew he’d never make it out of there by foot. All he could do was continue trying to escape. He took a deep breath, and turned the key. After some cranking, the truck roared to life again. Antione revved the engine hard, until he forced the tendril out of his tail pipe. From there, the motor began to sound clear again. He tried to escape one more time, dodging the tendrils left and right the best he could. He almost made it out, but a tendril suddenly appeared before the exit. Antione screamed, and swerved away.

    The tendrils began to pull at his truck again, so Antione decided to shoot his winch around a nearby tree. He mashed his boot to the floor, but could barely pull himself away from the creature. The tendrils pulled harder, until the line snapped. Desperate, Antione floored the gas trying to escape, but between the mud and the creature’s strength, he didn’t have a prayer.

    He suddenly found himself in its gaping maw. Soupy mud like liquid surrounded his truck, slowly making its way into the tailpipe. The engine started to sound rougher and rougher. Antione revved the engine best he could, to keep the truck running, but it was no use. The creature’s juices gummed up the engine, forcibly shutting it off. Now in tears, Antione cranked his truck one more time. It was no use; the cranking got lower and lower until it stopped

    As a last resort, Antione got out of his truck and crawled out through the sun roof. He jumped onto a reachable branch, as his truck sank into the creature’s mouth. Satisfied, it receded, turning back into a flat muddy area once more

  • Cool! More, please.

  • Fantastic!

  • Eagerly waiting for the continuation! 🙂

  • @spmbeni Believe it or not, I’m working on more now. The second one should be done by tomorrow. The third, by the end of the week

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