I had signed the contract and now there was no going back. A workweek earlier, I was looking online for an bacchanal party, and there happened to be one nearby that payed each somebody 50 bucks to bring together. I had instantly contacted the horde, which were very individual about the localization. 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 drunken revelry party. Arrive on Friday, 4:00 PM incisive. Don't bring anyone with you. You'll penury to signalize a papers when you arrive. The computer address is 414 Yellowthorn Rd. See ya."

The man hung up. A few days later I drive over to the address. Surprisingly it was on a farm, a few nautical mile away from the penny-pinching house. Chickens grazed everywhere and a few cavalry trotted alongside the fencing. I stepped out of my car and walked up the scant way to a lowly sign. An older man came out. He looked outside to make 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 composition : Edward Wagner. He invited me to take in some tea as two dozen other men arrived. They were all hot and I was aegir to get going. The older 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 modest refrigerator, so you'll be okay. In that time, you can do whatever you want with each former. We need everyone's cell phones, and then you can get started."

It was unknown that they confiscated our earpiece, but I was horny and went along with it. The man escorted us to the barn, which was large, red and had one horse interior. Opening the room access, he ushered us inside. I was the last one in and grinned as the other guy cable began to stimulate themselves well-heeled. The old man then snickered"saphead"and grabbed a padlock. Firmly locking us in, he then went back to his firm. Within s matter of mo, a guy next to me rip off my shirt and was kissing my cervix and another was ducking my hammer. The barn was filled with groan and former expressions.

"You're hot !"

"Nice, man."

"Yeah !"

"suction that tool !"

"shag yeah !"

Everybody kissed each other at least once and we even had a very large circle suck. It was a little awkward with the horse cavalry watching us from it's horse barn, but I ignored it. The roach suck was the primary upshot. A mesomorphic Asian fashion plate was sucking me off and I went down on a dark skinned man, who was an 11 edge. We did this all day, and slept in a mass of apparel st Nox.

The next day, I awoke. Everybody was having sex again. Horny, I spotted two blonde Guy kissing, rubbing each other's tool. I joined them, and had a sexy triangle sucking. But by the end of the 24 minute, everybody was covered in cum, exhausted and quick to go rest home. At the exact predict meter, the old man came back and unlocked the padlock. But to our revulsion, he was armed with a shotgun. He threatened us with it as he rolled the modest refrigerator out and locked us in. Everyone was feeling queasy - panicking, we tried to tick down the wooden walls, but they must have been glued together because they wouldn't budge. One beau started cry, and others had more sex. I just sat in a corner, staring at a ho-hum 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 daze he really was 10 ! I sputtered in mental rejection and he grinned, looked at his boots.

"You were here the completely fourth dimension ? 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 clotheshorse who had sucked me."He brings me to this stuff a lot. I was hiding in a hat bail."

"Um, variety of dolt parenting skill ... .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 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 sick, and I was worried about St. Andrew. Some guy cable were passed out from thirst and everyone was leering at the horse ; if we weren't let out soon, we would feature to do dreadful things.

"I need everybody's attention !"one of the men yelled."If we go another day without water, we'll die from desiccation. Everyone, hunt 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 weapon into the buck's side. Blood poured out, and it kicked forward, breaking out of its pasture. To my disgust, ten other men held the cavalry in place and started taking raw chunks out of its chassis. St. Andrew started to cry. The poor thing was being devoured, but we had no choice. Soon it was beat, and the men were helping themselves to its blood and meat. Many vomited, so they had to eat more. The stiff attracted rainfly and soon 90 % of it was inedible. nonentity spoke. Terrified, me and Andrew kept away from everyone. I grabbed a piece of slimy substance off its abdomen and offered it to Andrew.

"You have to eat it."

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

But hunger won, and the next day, me and Andrew ate the horse's head. There was still no way out of the barn.

"Maybe the Fannie Farmer got in a car wreck,"one man suggested."They'll come to his house eventually and find us. We'll be out in no time !"

But that proved to be wrong three Clarence Day later, when the Equus caballus's body had been picked free of gist. Only bone remained. Nobody said anything, but we all knew that a human feast would soon be necessary.

The time did come in, eight days afterwards. The oldest man, aged 53, slit his throat with a shard of upset pipe. As soon as he started to gag, the men piled on top of him and preceded to devour his corpse. Andrew and I were still disgusted, but we had to survive.

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

I could only ease him as he wept.

Three weeks passed, and not only five the great unwashed died - our mankind was lost too. Many had become animal, having sex 24/7, and biting hoi polloi at random. I found a small pistol in a barrel ; it was always present when a man was near me and Andrew. One day a handsome, muscular guy came over and started to snog my neck. I was tired of sex, but it felt adept so I let him. Another joined him, who started to suck my tummy. Soon everyone was on top of me, kissing and sucking every part of my eubstance. To my repulsion, each had a flash of hungriness in their eye. Hastily, I pinned the aid on another guy, by noting how tasty his cock was. Five minute later, I squirmed out of the chain reactor. The man was screaming as he was sexually deplete alive. Andrew stared on in revulsion. He was never the same after that.

Two twenty-four hour period later I woke up. A iniquity skinned man was eating my ass, with hunger in his optic. I avoided eye contact. Me and Andrew were the only sane unity now. Only 14 of the 27 men remained, each one horny and hungry. The man stared at Saint Andrew the Apostle, licking his sass. He lunged forward and tried to take a bite. I grabbed him from behind and broke his neck. I couldn't get a breather, as the former guy instantly ran over to get the remains.

Nine days later, two Sir Thomas More had been eaten. niner left besides me and Andrew. We climbed into the loft one day, both very abject. The ten twelvemonth old always looked stuporous ; he was a genuine target. We relaxed in the attic, when Saint Andrew the Apostle 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 class old, but I let him relax ; it was the secure I could do. We only did oral, since I was afraid of hurting him. Once done, we lay together in the hay clustering, exhaling.

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

"It's fine,"I assured him.

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

"full point it,"I growled, punching him.

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

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

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

"Black Prince ! ! ! ! ! !"

Another bit his squeeze and another sucked his left chunk as he screamed in agony. I grabbed the shooting iron. belt ! belt ! smasher ! knock ! All stroke were spot on, and the remaining three ran behind a hay bale. One lunged at me. hit ! I shot his chest. The early two were the dude that had sucked me, and Andrew's father - what kind of psycho would relish eating his own son ! The Asiatic man took a bite out of Saint Andrew's incline, but I rolled on top of him, skirting his pharynx with a small-arm of Zn. Saint Andrew's founding father was the sole man besides me.

"stay,"he rasped, grinning."We can eat the boy together. Then we can give birth some fun afterwards."

knock ! He fell utter to the storey. I ran, crying, over to Andrew. snack injury 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 ... thank y-you ..."

He fell limp. I screamed in defeat, kicking the other corpses in anger, sorrowfulness and frustration. I looked at the barn door. I kicked the padlock in anger ... ..it easily fell out-of-doors. The lock chamber was fake. We could have escaped all along .