I breathe hard as I finish digging and wipe away sweat from my dirt covered body. I've always liked the feeling of being dirty, just being forced to remain covered in sweat, dirt, mud and filth just makes me turned on for some reason, as I work digging this hole I have to stop myself from jerking off as soil falls onto me and sticks to my body and gets tangled in my now messy hair. I look up from my 10ft hole that I've spent all day digging, a satisfied smile spreads across my face. As I rest for several minutes I hear footsteps approaching.

"Are you done yet?" The groundskeepers face looks down at me far above.

"Yes. Here." I hold the bottom of the shovel and stretch up on tiptoes as I pass it up to him, the groundskeeper hooking its handle with another too. In return he throws down some rope, which I leave for now as I move to the back of the hole, my chained feet rattling as I pull against the heavy weights locked around my feet anchoring me to the ground. At the back I find the three hanging tubes, two are connected to nose plugs which I force deep into my nose and breathe through my nose to test them successfully drawing in air from the air vent hidden in a nearby small statue. The next tube is far more uncomfortable, I slide the large tube deep into my mouth and gag slightly as it pushes its way down into my throat, reaching the gag attached to the tube I bite my teeth around it and tighten the strap around my head, as I finish I give a thumbs up to the groundskeeper. He nods and walks away. I suddenly feel the gag in my mouth expand and grow, I moan as ibfeel the gag fill the empty space behind my teeth and preventing the tube from ever leaving my throat. I then grab one last object hanging in the hole, a large hollow buttplug, I moan as I push it inside, my asshole stretching as I force it in and closing tightly around the large intruder as it fills me. Now fully hooked up I pick up the rope and tie my hands tightly behind my back.

I make a muffled squeal as the first load of dirt begins to fall onto me. I struggle as more and more dirt is shovelled back into the hole, some even getting into my eye as I look up to watch it fall. Slowly the hole begins to fill and flooded with adrenaline I try to prevent myself being buried alive but my tied hands fail to move the soil and my legs chained to the weights hold me down as more and more earth builds up around me.

This has always been my ultimate fantasy, buried alive in the dirt, forever covered in it, trapped forever, unknown to those who walk over me. I'd met Mike the groundskeeper online after sharing my crazy fantasy and after chatting with him for a long time, discussing how it could be done we ended up agreeing to a plan. While working on a new large project in the gardens where he worked I would dig a hole and he would bury me alive, not kill me though. I would have air tubes plugged into my nose and a feeding tube locked into my mouth, the tube is connected to several water containers which collect rain water, which will supply me with drinks three times a day, provided there isn't a drought. The tube is also connected to a liquid food container which will feed me three times a week and be refilled by the groundskeeper, meaning that I could remain buried forever.

As the earth begins to pile up around my head I take one last look at the sky as dirt rains down over me covering my eyes and leaving me in darkness as I continue to hear more soil fill the hole above me. Feeling the weight of the earth above me I moan and struggle, the sudden feeling of being trapped sends my body into a fit of panic as I wiggle like a worm underground and moan into my gag.

After a while the sound of more earth piling on top of me stops and I'm left alone in the quite darkness. I jump and moan as the plug buried deep inside my ass roars to life, already aroused by the feeling of the dirt all around me and the thrill of being buried alive I quickly cum into the soil against my body forming a small patch of damp muddy earth deep underground.

As I breathe and the blissful feeling of cumming fades I find myself quickly feeling bored, as if the horniness I'd had from the months of planning my ultimate fantasy has finally been washed away in one moment of ecstacy and I now realise what I've done. I cry and scream into my gag hoping that someone can hear me as muddy tears form in my eyes and I struggle under the crushing weight of the earth, as I do my cock grows hard and digs into the dirt. As I scream cold water suddenly cuts off any sound as I'm forced to drink down the several day old stail tasting rain water, the only deink I'll have for the rest of my life. Gulping down the water I stand still buried deep under feet of dirt, my fearful sobbing at my nightmarish fate muffled under layers of earth.

Epilogue:

I moan in a mindless pleasure as I cum from the plug in my ass as I hear the footsteps of people above unknowingly walking over me. I have no idea how long I've been buried down here, it must be at least a few years by now, I can normally tell the time of year by the feel of my tomb, in the winter it get very damp and in the summer very dry, it's a weird feeling as your the earth around me goes cold and damp, although only once freezing or warm and dry, a few times enough to make me sweat a bit, it's also the only thing that changes down here, that and the water I get, which is freezing in the winter and warm, sometimes nonexistent in the summer, with me having to go several days without a couple of times. Recently several tree roots have begun to grow around me, ensnaring me in their grip, the feel of them around my body only makes me feel one with the earth now, it has taken a tight grip of me never to let go, it's strangely comforting. The soil around has probably become quite futile considering that I've been adding my waste to it daily, so the existence of the roots around me makes sense, I suppose eventually I to will be a good source of nutrients.

I've grown to enjoy my existence trapped deep in the earth, it's peaceful down here, life moves slowly, occasionally I'd het a bit restless but most of the time I've learnt to be like the roots that now bind me, patient, calm and still, it does also help that I get plenty of entertainment from my plug which goes off every few hours, normally bringing me to blissful climax, even in the warmest weather the soil around my cock never dries outs.

I moan in pain as I feel a worm eat away at my flesh again. Recently several worms have found me a have decided that I'm a good source of food and have begin slowly eating away at my body, eventually they'll make me become one with the dirt as they painfully and slowly consume my body. My cock twitches and grows hard as I feel another worm nibble into its head, almost as if i am enjoying the painful stimulation of being slowly turned into the dirt around me. Above me people walk around the garden completely unaware of my existence trapped underground, of the pleasure and pain I'm going through every day.