I had signed the contract bridge and now there was no going back. A week earlier, I was looking online for an bacchanalia party, and there happened to be one nearby that payed each soul 50 bucks to join. I had instantly contacted the hosts, which were very buck private about the fix. I begged to be invited, so eventually a phone shout was arranged. A man called me at 1:00 AM. oscitance, I rolled over, shirtless, and picked it up.

"Yo,"I said.

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

The man hung up. A few Clarence Day later I drive over to the destination. Surprisingly it was on a farm, a few Swedish mile 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 short track to a low house. An sr. man came out. He looked remote to make sure I was alone, and then closed the doorway behind me.

"Sign here,"he barked.

Without reading the agreements, I scribbled my name on the paper : Edward Wagner. He invited me to sustain some tea as two 12 other men arrived. They were all hot and I was eagre to get going. The sometime man soon ordered everyone to sit down while he explained the rules.

"Alright. We are going to be locking you valet de chambre in our barn for 24 60 minutes. 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 prison cell phones, and then you can get started."

It was strange that they confiscated our phones, but I was horny and went along with it. The man escorted us to the barn, which was large, red and had one horse inside. Opening the threshold, he ushered us inside. I was the last one in and grinned as the other Guy began to throw themselves well-situated. The old man then snickered"muggins"and grabbed a padlock. Firmly locking us in, he then went back to his house. Within s matter of seconds, a guy next to me rive off my shirt and was kissing my neck and another was ducking my dick. The barn was filled with moans and other expressions.

"You're hot !"

"Nice, man."

"Yeah !"

"sucking that putz !"

"shag yeah !"

Everybody kissed each other at least once and we even had a very tumid band suck. It was a slight awkward with the horse watching us from it's stable, but I ignored it. The roofy suction was the main issue. A brawny Asiatic dude was sucking me off and I went down on a dark skinned man, who was an 11 inch. We did this all day, and slept in a lot of clothes st Nox.

The next day, I awoke. Everybody was having sex again. Horny, I spotted two blonde guys kissing, rubbing each other's hammer. I joined them, and had a sexy Triangulum suck. But by the end of the 24 time of day, everybody was covered in cum, exhausted and set up to go home. At the exact promised sentence, the old man came back and unlocked the padlock. But to our repulsion, 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 uneasy - panicking, we tried to beat down the wooden walls, but they must have been glued together because they wouldn't John Donald Budge. One sheik started tears, and others had more sex. I just sat in a corner, staring at a leaden clunk of hay. Another buster 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 disbelief and he grinned, looked at his boots.

"You were here the altogether 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 Asiatic buster who had sucked me."He brings me to this clobber a lot. I was hiding in a hat bail."

"Um, kind of unintelligent parenting skills ... .you shouldn't be here, little guy."

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

Awkwardly, I just stared at him.

"I'm heterosexual person,"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 nauseous, and I was worried about Andrew. Some guys were passed out from thirst and everyone was leering at the knight ; if we weren't let out soon, we would bear to do unspeakable affair.

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

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

"Kill the horse."

Grabbing a pickax axe off of the shelf, she raced forward and slammed the arm into the horse's position. line poured out, and it kicked forward, breaking out of its pasture. To my disgust, ten other men held the horse in plaza and started taking raw chunks out of its flesh. Andrew started to cry. The poor thing was being devoured, but we had no option. Soon it was dead, and the men were helping themselves to its blood and heart and soul. Many vomited, so they had to eat more. The corpse attracted flies and soon 90 % of it was inedible. cipher spoke. Terrified, me and Andrew kept away from everyone. I grabbed a piece of slimy sum off its abdominal cavity and offered it to Andrew.

"You have to eat it."

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

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

"Maybe the farmer got in a car wreck,"one man suggested."They'll seed to his home eventually and get hold us. We'll be out in no time !"

But that proved to be wrong three days later, when the sawbuck's trunk had been picked liberal of meat. Only off-white remained. Nobody said anything, but we all knew that a homo feast would soon be necessary.

The time did come in, eight day afterwards. The honest-to-god man, aged 53, slit his throat with a shard of broken tube. 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 solace him as he wept.

Three workweek 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 minuscule pistol in a barrel ; it was always acquaint when a man was near me and Andrew. One day a handsome, muscular guy came over and started to kiss my neck. I was tired of sex, but it felt skillful so I let him. Another joined him, who started to suck my tum. Soon everyone was on top of me, kissing and sucking every component part of my body. To my revulsion, each had a flash of hunger in their eyes. Hastily, I pinned the attention on another guy, by noting how tasty his cock was. Five secondment later, I squirmed out of the pile. The man was screaming as he was sexually rust alive. Andrew stared on in repulsion. He was never the same after that.

Two 24-hour interval later I woke up. A dark skinned man was eating my ass, with hunger in his eyes. I avoided eye striking. Me and Saint Andrew were the exclusively sane ones now. Only 14 of the 27 men remained, each one horny and hungry. The man stared at Saint Andrew, licking his mouth. He lunged forward and tried to make a bite. I grabbed him from behind and broke his neck opening. I couldn't get a breathing space, as the other guy cable instantly ran over to get the remains.

Nine days later, two Thomas More had been eaten. niner left besides me and Andrew. We climbed into the loft one day, both very miserable. The ten year old always looked foggy ; he was a genuine quarry. We relaxed in the loft, when St. Andrew surprised me by crawling over and laying on top of me.

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

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

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

"It's fine,"I assured him.

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

"Stop it,"I growled, punching him.

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

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

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

"Edward ! ! ! ! ! !"

Another bit his nipped and another sucked his left orb as he screamed in agony. I grabbed the shooting iron. belt ! Bang ! Bang ! flush ! All shots were spot on, and the remaining three ran behind a hay Bale. One lunged at me. Bang ! I shot his breast. The other two were the dude that had sucked me, and Saint Andrew's father - what kind of psycho would love eating his own son ! The Asian man took a bite out of Andrew's side, but I rolled on top of him, skirting his throat with a small-arm of zinc. Andrew's father was the sole man besides me.

"stop,"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 Saint Andrew. Bite wound were all over him and he sobbed.

"You're O.K.,"I cried, hugging him.

"Thank you ... .."

"For - for what ?"

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

He fell limp. I screamed in defeat, kicking the other remains in ire, unhappiness and foiling. I looked at the barn door. I kicked the padlock in anger ... ..it easily fell open. The whorl was imitation. We could feature escaped all along .