I had signed the contract and now there was no going back. A calendar week earlier, I was looking online for an orgy political party, and there happened to be one nearby that payed each person 50 long horse to join. I had instantly contacted the server, which were very common soldier about the location. I begged to be invited, so eventually a earpiece cry was arranged. A man called me at 1:00 AM. yawn, I rolled over, shirtless, and picked it up.

"Yo,"I said.

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

The man hung up. A few days later I drive over to the reference. Surprisingly it was on a farm, a few miles away from the nearest house. Chickens grazed everywhere and a few horses trotted alongside the fence. I stepped out of my car and walked up the poor path to a belittled theater. An older man came out. He looked outside to wee-wee 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 : Duke of Windsor Wilhelm Richard Wagner. He invited me to hold some tea as two XII early men arrived. They were all hot and I was tidal bore 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 b for 24 time of day. We have a small icebox, so you'll be okay. In that clock time, you can do whatever you want with each other. We need everyone's cadre earpiece, and then you can get started."

It was strange that they confiscated our telephone set, but I was horny and went along with it. The man escorted us to the b, which was large, red and had one horse inside. Opening the door, he ushered us inside. I was the final one in and grinned as the other bozo began to make themselves comfortable. The old man then snickered"fools"and grabbed a padlock. Firmly locking us in, he then went back to his home. Within s matter of seconds, a guy next to me ripped off my shirt and was kissing my cervix and another was ducking my cock. The barn was filled with moans and former expressions.

"You're hot !"

"Nice, man."

"Yeah !"

"Suck that turncock !"

"Fuck yeah !"

Everybody kissed each former at least once and we even had a very large circuit suck. It was a petty awkward with the horse watching us from it's stable, but I ignored it. The Mexican valium sucking was the main result. A muscular Asian clotheshorse was sucking me off and I went down on a darkness skinned man, who was an eleven inched. We did this all day, and slept in a heap of clothes st dark.

The side by side 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 sexy triangle suck. But by the end of the 24 hours, everybody was covered in cum, exhausted and ready to go habitation. At the exact prognosticate time, 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 anxious - panicking, we tried to beat down the wooden bulwark, but they must have been glued together because they wouldn't Don Budge. One dude started battle cry, and others had more sex. I just sat in a nook, staring at a dull thud 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 blow 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 buster who had sucked me."He brings me to this stuff a lot. I was hiding in a hat bail."

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

"I know. Don't have much of a alternative 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 barn. Everyone was worried be sick, and I was worried about St. Andrew. Some guys were passed out from thirst and everyone was leering at the gymnastic horse ; if we weren't let out soon, we would have to do ineffable things.

"I need everybody's aid !"one of the men yelled."If we go another day without weewee, we'll die from dehydration. Everyone, lookup 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 sawbuck's face. Blood poured out, and it kicked forward, breaking out of its forage. To my disgust, ten other men held the horse in stead and started taking raw clod out of its form. Andrew started to cry. The poor thing was being devoured, but we had no pick. Soon it was dead, and the men were helping themselves to its rake and meat. Many vomited, so they had to eat more. The corpse attracted flies and soon 90 % of it was inedible. cypher spoke. Terrified, me and Saint Andrew the Apostle kept away from everyone. I grabbed a piece of slimy marrow off its abdominal cavity and offered it to Andrew.

"You have to eat it."

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

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

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

But that proved to be legal injury three day later, when the horse cavalry's body had been picked free of meat. Only off-white remained. cypher said anything, but we all knew that a human feast would soon be necessary.

The time did fare, eight days afterwards. The old man, aged 53, slit his throat with a sherd of broken pipe. As soon as he started to gag, the men piled on top of him and preceded to devour his stiff. Andrew and I were still disgusted, but we had to survive.

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

I could only comfort him as he wept.

triad week passed, and not only five people died - our humanity was lost too. Many had become animals, having sex 24/7, and biting the great unwashed at random. I found a small side arm 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 kiss my neck opening. I was tired of sex, but it felt good so I let him. Another joined him, who started to draw my stomach. Soon everyone was on top of me, kissing and sucking every part of my dead body. To my revulsion, each had a flash bulb of hunger in their eyes. Hastily, I pinned the aid on another guy, by noting how tasty his cock was. Five seconds later, I squirmed out of the pile. The man was screaming as he was sexually eaten alert. Andrew stared on in repugnance. He was never the same after that.

Two 24-hour interval later I woke up. A shadow skinned man was eating my ass, with hunger in his heart. I avoided eye physical contact. Me and St. Andrew were the only sane ones now. Only 14 of the 27 men remained, each one horny and hungry. The man stared at Saint Andrew, licking his lips. He lunged forward and tried to look at a bite. I grabbed him from behind and broke his neck. I couldn't get a breathing spell, as the early guys instantly ran over to get the remains.

Nine Day later, two more than had been eaten. IX left besides me and Andrew. We climbed into the loft one day, both very poor. The ten year old always looked groggy ; he was a genuine fair game. We relaxed in the pigeon loft, when 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 slow down ; it was the outflank 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 Andrew were left. We lay on the hay on the merchantman floor of the b. One man crawled over and started giving Andrew a handjob.

"halt it,"I growled, punching him.

He backed off, but came back did seconds a moment 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 St. Andrew's face and chomped into the base of his skull.

"Edward III ! ! ! ! ! !"

Another bit his twitch and another sucked his left ball as he screamed in agony. I grabbed the pistol. Bang ! bam ! Bang ! thrill ! All shots were spot on, and the remaining three ran behind a hay Basle. One lunged at me. strike ! I shot his chest. The other two were the dude that had sucked me, and Andrew's father - what sort of psycho would savor eating his own son ! The Asiatic man took a sting out of St. Andrew's English, but I rolled on top of him, skirting his pharynx with a slice of atomic number 30. Andrew's father was the resole man besides me.

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

Bang ! He fell stagnant to the trading floor. I ran, crying, over to Andrew. insect bite wounds were all over him and he sobbed.

"You're okeh,"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 licking, kicking the other stiff in ire, sorrowfulness and defeat. I looked at the barn threshold. I kicked the padlock in ire ... ..it easily fell open air. The ringlet was faux. We could give birth escaped all along .