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 mortal 50 sawbuck to connect. I had instantly contacted the boniface, which were very individual about the location. I begged to be invited, so eventually a telephone shout was arranged. A man called me at 1:00 AM. oscitancy, I rolled over, shirtless, and picked it up.

"Yo,"I said.

"We are inviting you to the saturnalia party. make it on Friday, 4:00 PM keen. Don't bring anyone with you. You'll need to sign a document when you arrive. The address is 414 Yellowthorn Rd. See ya."

The man hung up. A few twenty-four hour period later I drive over to the address. Surprisingly it was on a farm, a few air mile away from the approximate house. Chickens grazed everywhere and a few horse cavalry trotted alongside the fence. I stepped out of my car and walked up the short way of life to a small menage. An older man came out. He looked outside to make sure enough I was alone, and then closed the door behind me.

"sign of the zodiac here,"he barked.

Without reading the agreements, I scribbled my public figure on the newspaper publisher : Edward Wagner. He invited me to have some tea as two XII other men arrived. They were all hot and I was tidal bore to get going. The onetime man soon ordered everyone to sit down while he explained the rules.

"Alright. We are going to be locking you man 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 speech sound, and then you can get started."

It was strange that they confiscated our speech sound, but I was horny and went along with it. The man escorted us to the barn, which was magnanimous, red and had one horse interior. Opening the door, he ushered us inside. I was the lowest one in and grinned as the early guys began to establish themselves well-to-do. The old man then snickered"fools"and grabbed a padlock. Firmly locking us in, he then went back to his sign of the zodiac. Within s affair of second base, a guy next to me pull off my shirt and was kissing my neck and another was ducking my cock. The barn was filled with moans and other expressions.

"You're hot !"

"Nice, man."

"Yeah !"

"sucking that turncock !"

"Fuck yeah !"

Everybody kissed each other at to the lowest degree once and we even had a very large band suction. It was a minuscule awkward with the horse watching us from it's stable, but I ignored it. The circle sucking was the main result. A muscular Asian dude was sucking me off and I went down on a dark skinned man, who was an eleven edge. We did this all day, and slept in a heap of apparel st dark.

The next day, I awoke. Everybody was having sex again. Horny, I spotted two blonde guys kissing, rubbing each other's cocks. I joined them, and had a aphrodisiacal triangle sucking. But by the end of the 24 time of day, everybody was covered in cum, exhausted and make to go home. At the exact promised metre, the old man came back and unlocked the padlock. But to our horror, he was armed with a shotgun. He threatened us with it as he rolled the small refrigerator out and locked us in. Everyone was feeling unquiet - panicking, we tried to beat down the wooden walls, but they must have been glued together because they wouldn't Don Budge. One dude started crying, and others had more sex. I just sat in a corner, staring at a softened glob 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 stupor he really was 10 ! I sputtered in disbelief and he grinned, looked at his boots.

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

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

"Um, kind of pudding head parenting acquisition ... .you shouldn't be here, picayune guy."

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

Awkwardly, I just stared at him.

"I'm straight,"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 b. Everyone was worried macabre, and I was worried about Andrew. Some guys were passed out from thirst and everyone was leering at the buck ; if we weren't let out soon, we would have to do dreadful matter.

"I need everybody's aid !"one of the men yelled."If we go another day without water, we'll die from drying up. Everyone, search everywhere for any sources 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 haired man stared at the pony.

"kill the horse."

Grabbing a pick axe off of the shelf, she raced forward and slammed the arm into the horse's incline. line poured out, and it kicked forward, breaking out of its pasture. To my disgust, ten other men held the horse in place and started taking raw chunks out of its shape. Saint Andrew the Apostle started to cry. The wretched thing was being devoured, but we had no alternative. Soon it was beat, and the men were helping themselves to its ancestry and kernel. Many vomited, so they had to eat more. The corpse attracted flies and soon 90 % of it was inedible. Nobody spoke. Terrified, me and Andrew kept away from everyone. I grabbed a piece of slimy meat off its abdominal cavity and offered it to Andrew.

"You have to eat it."

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

But crave won, and the next day, me and Saint Andrew ate the cavalry's heading. There was still no way out of the barn.

"Maybe the farmer got in a car wreck,"one man suggested."They'll ejaculate to his household eventually and rule us. We'll be out in no clock time !"

But that proved to be wrongly three days later, when the buck's torso had been picked free of nitty-gritty. Only finger cymbals remained. Nobody said anything, but we all knew that a human feast would soon be necessary.

The metre did come, eight days afterwards. The honest-to-goodness man, aged 53, slit his throat with a shard of disordered pipe. As soon as he started to gag, the men piled on top of him and preceded to pig his corpse. St. Andrew and I were still disgusted, but we had to survive.

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

I could only comfort him as he wept.

triad calendar week passed, and not only five people died - our humanness was lost too. Many had become animals, having sex 24/7, and biting multitude at random. I found a small pistol in a gun barrel ; it was always present when a man was near me and St. Andrew. One day a handsome, mesomorphic guy came over and started to buss my neck. I was tired of sex, but it felt soundly so I let him. Another joined him, who started to wet-nurse my tummy. Soon everyone was on top of me, kissing and sucking every piece of my dead body. To my horror, each had a New York minute of hunger in their optic. Hastily, I pinned the attention on another guy, by noting how tasty his prick was. Five seconds later, I squirmed out of the pile. The man was screaming as he was sexually consume alive. Andrew stared on in revulsion. He was never the Lapplander after that.

Two days later I woke up. A dark skinned man was eating my ass, with hunger in his middle. I avoided eye contact. Me and Saint Andrew the Apostle were the lonesome sane unity now. Only 14 of the 27 men remained, each one horny and hungry. The man stared at Andrew, licking his rim. He lunged forward and tried to select a bite. I grabbed him from behind and broke his neck opening. I couldn't get a breathing time, as the early guys instantly ran over to get the remains.

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

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

It felt unearthly 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 clump, exhaling.

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

"It's fine,"I assured him.

A week later, only seven besides me and St. Andrew were left. We lay on the hay on the can floor of the b. One man crawled over and started giving St. Andrew a handjob.

"blockage it,"I growled, punching him.

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

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

One grabbed Andrew's grimace and chomped into the stem of his skull.

"Edward ! ! ! ! ! !"

Another bit his tweet and another sucked his entrust ball as he screamed in excruciation. I grabbed the pistol. belt ! Bang ! blast ! Bang ! All guess were spot on, and the remaining three ran behind a hay Basel. One lunged at me. thrill ! I shot his breast. The former two were the beau that had sucked me, and Andrew's father - what sort of psycho would enjoy eating his own son ! The Asian man took a bite out of Saint Andrew's side of meat, but I rolled on top of him, skirting his throat with a piece of zinc. St. Andrew's Father-God was the sole man besides me.

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

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

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

"Thank you ... .."

"For - for what ?"

"You were..like..like..l-like a father to me ... .even in this incubus ... thank y-you ..."

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