I had signed the contract and now there was no going back. A week earlier, I was looking online for an orgy party, and there happened to be one nearby that payed each someone 50 one dollar bill to link up. I had instantly contacted the hosts, which were very private about the location. I begged to be invited, so eventually a phone yell was arranged. A man called me at 1:00 AM. Yawning, I rolled over, shirtless, and picked it up.

"Yo,"I said.

"We are inviting you to the orgy company. come on Friday, 4:00 PM sharp. Don't bring anyone with you. You'll need to subscribe a document when you arrive. The address is 414 Yellowthorn Rd. See ya."

The man hung up. A few daytime later I drive over to the address. Surprisingly it was on a farm, a few mil away from the nearest house. chicken grazed everywhere and a few buck trotted alongside the fencing. I stepped out of my car and walked up the short path to a small house. An one-time man came out. He looked international to get for sure I was alone, and then closed the door behind me.

"Sign here,"he barked.

Without reading the agreements, I scribbled my name on the paper : Edward III Wagner. He invited me to have some tea as two dozen former men arrived. They were all hot and I was aegir to get going. The sure-enough man soon ordered everyone to sit down while he explained the rules.

"Alright. We are going to be locking you gentlemen in our barn for 24 hours. We have a small refrigerator, so you'll be okay. In that time, you can do whatever you want with each other. We need everyone's cell telephone set, and then you can get started."

It was unknown that they confiscated our earphone, but I was horny and went along with it. The man escorted us to the barn, which was declamatory, red and had one horse inside. Opening the door, he ushered us inside. I was the last one in and grinned as the early guys began to make themselves well-to-do. The old man then snickered"motley fool"and grabbed a padlock. Firmly locking us in, he then went back to his home. Within s matter of moment, a guy next to me ripped off my shirt and was kissing my neck and another was ducking my cock. The barn was filled with groan and other expressions.

"You're hot !"

"Nice, man."

"Yeah !"

"Suck that cock !"

"roll in the hay yeah !"

Everybody kissed each former at least once and we even had a very large dress circle suck. It was a little awkward with the gymnastic horse watching us from it's stable, but I ignored it. The circle suction was the main case. A muscular Asian dude was sucking me off and I went down on a iniquity skinned man, who was an eleven inched. We did this all day, and slept in a heap of wearing apparel st Night.

The following day, I awoke. Everybody was having sex again. Horny, I spotted two blond Guy kissing, rubbing each other's hammer. I joined them, and had a aphrodisiac triangle suction. But by the end of the 24 time of day, everybody was covered in cum, exhausted and ready to go home plate. At the exact prognosticate meter, the old man came back and unlocked the padlock. But to our horror, he was armed with a scattergun. He threatened us with it as he rolled the small icebox out and locked us in. Everyone was feeling queasy - panicking, we tried to beat down the wooden wall, but they must feature been glued together because they wouldn't budge. One fellow started call, and others had more sex. I just sat in a corner, staring at a dull clump of hay. Another dude joined me and sat to my left.

"Hey."

"Hi,"I replied, not really in a talkative mood.

"How old are you ?"

"23, you ?"

"Ten."

I looked at him more carefully and to my shock he really was 10 ! I sputtered in mental rejection and he grinned, looked at his boots.

"You were here the completely time ? That's illegal !"

"My dad is that man over there,"he said, pointing to a 40 class old man, who was making out with the Asiatic dude who had sucked me."He brings me to this poppycock a lot. I was hiding in a hat bail."

"Um, kind of stupid parenting accomplishment ... .you shouldn't be here, little guy."

"I know. Don't have much of a choice though."

Awkwardly, I just stared at him.

"I'm heterosexual,"he replied.

"What ? No, I wasn't ... .I wasn't trying to, ugh, have sex-"

"I was kidding,"he laughed."I'm Andrew."

"I'm Eddy."

Another day passed and we were still lost in the barn. Everyone was worried be sick, and I was worried about Andrew. Some bozo were passed out from thirst and everyone was leering at the knight ; if we weren't let out soon, we would get to do unspeakable things.

"I need everybody's aid !"one of the men yelled."If we go another day without H2O, we'll die from dehydration. Everyone, search everywhere for any rootage of water."

We did, but there was not any to be spoken of. The pony was dehydrated too, and was taking a nap. One long hirsute man stared at the pony.

"putting to death the horse."

Grabbing a pick axe off of the shelf, she raced forward and slammed the artillery into the horse's side. Blood poured out, and it kicked forward, breaking out of its pasture. To my disgust, ten other men held the horse in lieu and started taking raw lump out of its flesh. St. Andrew started to cry. The poor thing was being devoured, but we had no choice. Soon it was dead, and the men were helping themselves to its line and kernel. Many vomited, so they had to eat more. The clay attracted flies and soon 90 % of it was uneatable. nobody spoke. Terrified, me and St. Andrew kept away from everyone. I grabbed a piece of despicable heart and soul off its abdomen and offered it to Andrew.

"You have to eat it."

"I'm not eating that Irish bull. I'd die before I'd do that."

But crave won, and the succeeding day, me and Andrew ate the horse's chief. There was still no way out of the barn.

"Maybe the farmer got in a car shipwreck,"one man suggested."They'll come to his home eventually and witness us. We'll be out in no clock time !"

But that proved to be haywire three days later, when the horse's body had been picked barren of meat. Only clappers remained. Nobody said anything, but we all knew that a human banquet would soon be necessary.

The time did amount, eight 24-hour interval afterwards. The oldest man, aged 53, slit his throat with a shard of split up pipework. As soon as he started to gag, the men piled on top of him and preceded to go through his corpse. Andrew and I were still disgusted, but we had to survive.

"We're going to die,"he cried, burying his side into my chest.

I could only ease him as he wept.

trine hebdomad passed, and not only five people died - our humanity was lost too. Many had become animals, having sex 24/7, and biting people at random. I found a small handgun in a barrel ; it was always present when a man was near me and Saint Andrew. One day a handsome, muscular guy came over and started to buss my neck. I was tired of sex, but it felt respectable so I let him. Another joined him, who started to suckle my breadbasket. Soon everyone was on top of me, kissing and sucking every part of my consistency. To my repulsion, each had a flash bulb of hungriness in their eyes. Hastily, I pinned the attention on another guy, by noting how tasty his putz was. Five seconds later, I squirmed out of the great deal. The man was screaming as he was sexually eaten alive. Andrew stared on in revulsion. He was never the same after that.

Two Day later I woke up. A nighttime skinned man was eating my ass, with hunger in his middle. I avoided eye contact. Me and Andrew were the only sane one now. Only 14 of the 27 men remained, each one horny and hungry. The man stared at St. Andrew, licking his lips. He lunged forward and tried to read a raciness. I grabbed him from hind end and broke his neck opening. I couldn't get a breather, as the other guys instantly ran over to get the remains.

Nine days later, two more had been eaten. Nine left besides me and Andrew. We climbed into the pigeon loft one day, both very miserable. The ten year old always looked dazed ; he was a echt target. We relaxed in the loft, when Saint Andrew surprised me by crawling over and laying on top of me.

"I was lying. I'm not straight."

It felt weird doing it with a ten year old, but I let him relax ; it was the best I could do. We only did oral, since I was afraid of hurting him. Once done, we lay together in the hay thud, exhaling.

"I'm sorry,"he whimpered."I'm crazy - like all of them ...."

"It's fine,"I assured him.

A hebdomad later, only seven besides me and Saint Andrew were left. We lay on the hay on the bum floor of the barn. One man crawled over and started giving Andrew a handjob.

"stopover it,"I growled, punching him.

He backed off, but came back did seconds a minute later. He was joined by the others, with hunger filled in their eyes.

"Get off of him !"I screamed, kicking their bare backs and groins.

One grabbed Andrew's face and chomped into the nucleotide of his skull.

"Edward VII ! ! ! ! ! !"

Another bit his nipped and another sucked his left clump as he screamed in agony. I grabbed the pistol. clap ! Bang ! smasher ! kick ! All shots were spot on, and the remaining three ran behind a hay bale. One lunged at me. eruption ! I shot his dresser. The other two were the swell that had sucked me, and Andrew's father - what variety of psycho would enjoy eating his own son ! The Asiatic man took a bite out of Andrew's side of meat, but I rolled on top of him, skirting his pharynx with a objet d'art of atomic number 30. Andrew's Father-God was the sole man besides me.

"Stop,"he rasped, grinning."We can eat the boy together. Then we can accept some fun afterwards."

Bang ! He fell dead to the floor. I ran, crying, over to Saint Andrew the Apostle. Bite wounds were all over him and he sobbed.

"You're okay,"I cried, hugging him.

"Thank you ... .."

"For - for what ?"

"You were..like..like..l-like a father to me ... .even in this nightmare ... give thanks y-you ..."

He fell limp. I screamed in defeat, kicking the other corpses in wrath, sadness and foiling. I looked at the barn threshold. I kicked the padlock in anger ... ..it easily fell open. The curl was fake. We could have escaped all along .