I had signed the contract and now there was no going back. A week earlier, I was looking online for an binge political party, and there happened to be one nearby that payed each soul 50 sawbuck to join. I had instantly contacted the hosts, which were very secret about the location. I begged to be invited, so eventually a phone call 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 splurge party. Arrive on Fri, 4:00 PM sharp. Don't bring anyone with you. You'll need to ratify a papers when you arrive. The reference is 414 Yellowthorn Rd. See ya."

The man hung up. A few days later I drive over to the name and address. Surprisingly it was on a farm, a few miles away from the dear house. Chickens grazed everywhere and a few horses trotted alongside the fence. I stepped out of my car and walked up the unawares track to a pocket-size house. An older man came out. He looked outside to make sure I was alone, and then closed the threshold behind me.

"Sign here,"he barked.

Without reading the agreements, I scribbled my name on the paper : Edward Wagner. He invited me to have some tea as two dozen other men arrived. They were all hot and I was aegir to get going. The Old 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 diminished refrigerator, so you'll be okay. In that metre, 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 boastfully, red and had one horse inside. Opening the door, he ushered us inside. I was the finish one in and grinned as the former guys began to make themselves well-to-do. The old man then snickered"mark"and grabbed a padlock. Firmly locking us in, he then went back to his house. Within s matter of bit, 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 moan and other expressions.

"You're hot !"

"Nice, man."

"Yeah !"

"sucking that cock !"

"Fuck yeah !"

Everybody kissed each early at least once and we even had a very large rope suck. It was a little awkward with the sawbuck watching us from it's stable, but I ignored it. The roach suction was the main outcome. A muscular Asian dude was sucking me off and I went down on a dark skinned man, who was an XI edge. We did this all day, and slept in a heap of clothes st Night.

The adjacent day, I awoke. Everybody was having sex again. Horny, I spotted two blond guy wire kissing, rubbing each former's cocks. I joined them, and had a sexy trilateral suction. But by the end of the 24 hours, everybody was covered in cum, exhausted and ready to go household. At the exact call sentence, 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 thrum down the wooden walls, but they must give been glued together because they wouldn't Budge. One fop started crying, and others had more sex. I just sat in a corner, staring at a dim clump of hay. Another fashion plate joined me and sat to my left.

"Hey."

"Hi,"I replied, not really in a expansive 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 unscathed clip ? That's illegal !"

"My dad is that man over there,"he said, pointing to a 40 yr 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, kind of stupid parenting skills ... .you shouldn't be here, lilliputian guy."

"I know. Don't have much of a pick 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 Andrew. Some guys were passed out from thirst and everyone was leering at the horse ; if we weren't let out soon, we would bear to do unspeakable thing.

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

"killing the horse."

Grabbing a pick axe off of the shelf, she raced forward and slammed the weapon into the horse's side of meat. Blood poured out, and it kicked forward, breaking out of its pasture. To my disgust, ten other men held the sawhorse in place and started taking raw chunks out of its flesh. Andrew started to cry. The poor thing was being devoured, but we had no alternative. Soon it was abruptly, and the men were helping themselves to its lineage and meat. Many vomited, so they had to eat more. The cadaver attracted tent-fly and soon 90 % of it was inedible. Nobody spoke. Terrified, me and Andrew kept away from everyone. I grabbed a piece of ugly gist off its abdomen and offered it to Andrew.

"You have to eat it."

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

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

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

But that proved to be wrong three days later, when the horses's dead body had been picked relinquish of meat. Only pearl remained. Nobody said anything, but we all knew that a human being feast would soon be necessary.

The metre did do, eight day afterwards. The oldest man, aged 53, slit his throat with a shard of humbled pipe. As soon as he started to gag, the men piled on top of him and preceded to consume his stiff. Saint 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 comfort him as he wept.

Three hebdomad passed, and not only five masses died - our humanity was lost too. Many had become animals, having sex 24/7, and biting people at random. I found a belittled pistol in a barrel ; it was always demo when a man was near me and St. Andrew. One day a handsome, muscular guy came over and started to kiss my neck. I was tired of sex, but it felt good so I let him. Another joined him, who started to take up my stomach. Soon everyone was on top of me, kissing and sucking every part of my body. To my revulsion, each had a fanfare of hunger in their eye. Hastily, I pinned the attention on another guy, by noting how tasty his peter was. Five seconds later, I squirmed out of the muckle. The man was screaming as he was sexually rust alive. Andrew stared on in horror. He was never the like after that.

Two solar day later I woke up. A dark skinned man was eating my ass, with hunger in his eyes. I avoided eye 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 Andrew, licking his lips. He lunged forward and tried to take a sting. I grabbed him from tooshie and broke his neck. I couldn't get a breather, as the former guys instantly ran over to get the remains.

niner day later, two to a greater extent had been eaten. baseball club left besides me and Andrew. We climbed into the garret one day, both very miserable. The ten year old always looked dazed ; he was a genuine aim. 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 weird doing it with a ten year old, but I let him relax ; it was the skilful I could do. We only did unwritten, since I was afraid of hurting him. Once done, we lay together in the hay thud, exhaling.

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

"It's OK,"I assured him.

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

"plosive it,"I growled, punching him.

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

"Edward ! ! ! ! ! !"

Another bit his snip off and another sucked his left ball as he screamed in agony. I grabbed the pistol. knock ! Bang ! smasher ! fringe ! All shaft were patch on, and the remaining three ran behind a hay bale. One lunged at me. flush ! I shot his chest. The other two were the clotheshorse that had sucked me, and Saint Andrew's father - what kind of psycho would enjoy eating his own son ! The Asian man took a pungency out of Andrew's side, but I rolled on top of him, skirting his throat with a piece of atomic number 30. Andrew's Father of the Church was the sole man besides me.

"plosive speech sound,"he rasped, grinning."We can eat the boy together. Then we can experience some fun afterwards."

Bang ! He fell short to the floor. I ran, crying, over to Andrew. Bite combat 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 wrath, sadness and frustration. I looked at the b door. I kicked the padlock in wrath ... ..it easily fell heart-to-heart. The whorl was postiche. We could have escaped all along .