I had signed the contract bridge and now there was no going back. A workweek earlier, I was looking online for an bacchanal company, and there happened to be one nearby that payed each person 50 bucks to join. I had instantly contacted the innkeeper, which were very secret about the location. I begged to be invited, so eventually a phone vociferation 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 debauchery political party. arrive on Friday, 4:00 PM sharp. Don't bring anyone with you. You'll pauperization to sign up a document when you arrive. The address is 414 Yellowthorn Rd. See ya."

The man hung up. A few years later I drive over to the address. Surprisingly it was on a farm, a few miles away from the nearest home. Chickens grazed everywhere and a few sawbuck trotted alongside the fence. I stepped out of my car and walked up the scant path to a small house. An senior man came out. He looked outside to make for certain I was alone, and then closed the door behind me.

"Sign here,"he barked.

Without reading the correspondence, I scribbled my figure on the paper : Edward Wagner. He invited me to have some tea as two twelve other men arrived. They were all hot and I was eager 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 time of day. We have a modest icebox, so you'll be okay. In that time, you can do whatever you want with each other. We need everyone's cellphone earpiece, and then you can get started."

It was foreign that they confiscated our phone, 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 threshold, he ushered us inside. I was the shoemaker's last one in and grinned as the other hombre began to reach themselves comfortable. The old man then snickered"fools"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 rip off my shirt and was kissing my neck and another was ducking my putz. The barn was filled with moans and early expressions.

"You're hot !"

"Nice, man."

"Yeah !"

"Suck that putz !"

"fuck yeah !"

Everybody kissed each other at least once and we even had a very large circle suck. It was a trivial awkward with the horse watching us from it's unchanging, but I ignored it. The circle suck was the primary event. A muscular Asiatic dude was sucking me off and I went down on a night skinned man, who was an eleven inched. We did this all day, and slept in a cumulation of clothes st Nox.

The next day, I awoke. Everybody was having sex again. Horny, I spotted two blonde guy cable kissing, rubbing each early's cocks. I joined them, and had a sexy triangle suction. But by the end of the 24 hours, everybody was covered in cum, exhausted and ready to go home. At the exact promised prison term, 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 minuscule refrigerator out and locked us in. Everyone was feeling uneasy - panicking, we tried to beat down the wooden rampart, but they must feature been glued together because they wouldn't John Donald Budge. One dandy started crying, and others had more sex. I just sat in a corner, staring at a leaden clump of hay. Another dude joined me and sat to my left.

"Hey."

"Hi,"I replied, not really in a blabbermouthed 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 unbelief and he grinned, looked at his boots.

"You were here the hale 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 dandy who had sucked me."He brings me to this poppycock a lot. I was hiding in a hat bail."

"Um, kind of poor fish parenting accomplishment ... .you shouldn't be here, short guy."

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

Awkwardly, I just stared at him.

"I'm straight 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 sick, and I was worried about Saint Andrew the Apostle. Some guys were passed out from thirst and everyone was leering at the horse ; if we weren't let out soon, we would sustain to do indefinable things.

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

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

"kill the horse."

Grabbing a weft axe off of the shelf, she raced forward and slammed the weapon into the sawbuck's side. Blood poured out, and it kicked forward, breaking out of its pasture. To my disgust, ten former men held the horse in place and started taking raw chunks out of its flesh. Andrew started to cry. The poor matter was being devoured, but we had no pick. Soon it was utter, and the men were helping themselves to its blood and meat. Many vomited, so they had to eat more. The stiff 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 slimy meat off its abdomen and offered it to Andrew.

"You have to eat it."

"I'm not eating that mother fucker. 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 granger got in a car shipwreck,"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 ill-timed three days later, when the horse cavalry's body had been picked loose of meat. Only bones remained. Nobody said anything, but we all knew that a human feast would soon be necessary.

The time did come, eight days afterwards. The oldest man, aged 53, slit his throat with a fragment 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 console him as he wept.

Three 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 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 buss my neck. I was tired of sex, but it felt good so I let him. Another joined him, who started to suck my venter. Soon everyone was on top of me, kissing and sucking every part of my soundbox. To my repulsion, each had a flash of thirst in their eyes. Hastily, I pinned the attention on another guy, by noting how tasty his tool was. Five bit later, I squirmed out of the nap. The man was screaming as he was sexually wipe out alive. Andrew stared on in horror. He was never the same after that.

Two days later I woke up. A iniquity skinned man was eating my ass, with hungriness in his heart. I avoided eye contact. Me and Andrew were the only sane I 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 acquire a bite. I grabbed him from bum and broke his neck. I couldn't get a breather, as the other guy wire instantly ran over to get the remains.

Nine days later, two more than had been eaten. club left besides me and Saint Andrew. We climbed into the loft one day, both very miserable. The ten year old always looked dazed ; he was a echt target. We relaxed in the garret, 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 twelvemonth old, but I let him unbend ; 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 cluster, exhaling.

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

"It's very well,"I assured him.

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

"Stop it,"I growled, punching him.

He backed off, but came back did irregular a second 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 nerve and chomped into the nucleotide of his skull.

"Edward II ! ! ! ! ! !"

Another bit his snip off and another sucked his left globe as he screamed in suffering. I grabbed the pistol. fringe ! blast ! kick ! smash ! All snapshot were spotlight on, and the remaining three ran behind a hay Basle. One lunged at me. Bang ! I shot his chest. The other two were the dude that had sucked me, and St. Andrew's father - what kind of psychotic person would savor eating his own son ! The Asian man took a snack out of Andrew's English, but I rolled on top of him, skirting his pharynx with a piece of music of zinc. Andrew's father was the lone 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 Andrew. 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 of the Church to me ... .even in this nightmare ... give thanks y-you ..."

He fell limp. I screamed in frustration, kicking the other corpses in anger, sadness and frustration. I looked at the b door. I kicked the padlock in ire ... ..it easily fell candid. The lock was fake. We could birth escaped all along .