John Marsh has really stepped in it, this time. His ankles are tightly bound, his wrists are tied behind his back, and he is sinking, feet first, into inky black mud. The mud is deep, but he can't reach the bottom because his genitals are bound to an overhead tree limb. The deeper he sinks, the tighter his crotch rope gets, but he can do nothing to stop himself from sinking until he is being held up by the rope around his cock and balls. John struggles to take the stress off his tender bits, but his ankles are bound too tight and he can't free his wrists.

We change up the scene at ...

John Marsh has really stepped in it, this time. His ankles are tightly bound, his wrists are tied behind his back, and he is sinking, feet first, into inky black mud. The mud is deep, but he can't reach the bottom because his genitals are bound to an overhead tree limb. The deeper he sinks, the tighter his crotch rope gets, but he can do nothing to stop himself from sinking until he is being held up by the rope around his cock and balls. John struggles to take the stress off his tender bits, but his ankles are bound too tight and he can't free his wrists.

We change up the scene at the end so the rope capturing John's balls is pulling from the front, but that just makes the situation worse for John. John's wrists are freed at the end and we see him pluck his legs out of the thick, black sludge.