I had signed the contract and now there was no going back. A hebdomad earlier, I was looking online for an orgy political party, and there happened to be one nearby that payed each person 50 horse to join. I had instantly contacted the hosts, which were very private about the locating. I begged to be invited, so eventually a phone call option 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 Fri, 4:00 PM sharp. Don't bring anyone with you. You'll need to sign a document when you arrive. The speech 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 miles away from the nigh house. Chickens grazed everywhere and a few horses trotted alongside the fence. I stepped out of my car and walked up the short path to a small house. An older man came out. He looked extraneous 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 theme : Edward Wagner. He invited me to have some tea as two dozen 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 gentleman in our barn for 24 hours. We have a pocket-size refrigerator, so you'll be okay. In that time, you can do whatever you want with each other. We need everyone's mobile phone 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 cavalry inside. Opening the door, he ushered us inside. I was the net one in and grinned as the other cat began to make themselves comfortable. The old man then snickered"muggins"and grabbed a padlock. Firmly locking us in, he then went back to his firm. Within s subject of seconds, a guy next to me ripped off my shirt and was kissing my neck and another was ducking my cock. The barn was filled with groan and early expressions.

"You're hot !"

"Nice, man."

"Yeah !"

"Suck that turncock !"

"Fuck yeah !"

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

The future day, I awoke. Everybody was having sex again. Horny, I spotted two blonde guys kissing, rubbing each other's rooster. I joined them, and had a aphrodisiac triangle suck. But by the end of the 24 hours, everybody was covered in cum, exhausted and set up to go home. At the exact promised time, 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 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 budge. One dude started shout, and others had more sex. I just sat in a corner, staring at a dull clump of hay. Another fashion plate 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 cushion 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 Asiatic dude who had sucked me."He brings me to this stuff a lot. I was hiding in a hat bail."

"Um, kind of stupid parenting science ... .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 barn. Everyone was worried sick, and I was worried about Saint Andrew. Some cat were passed out from thirst and everyone was leering at the cavalry ; if we weren't let out soon, we would have to do unspeakable things.

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

We did, but there was not any to be spoken of. The crib was dehydrated too, and was taking a nap. One long hirsute 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 Equus caballus's side. Blood poured out, and it kicked forward, breaking out of its pasture. To my disgust, ten early men held the horse in situation and started taking raw glob out of its build. Andrew started to cry. The poor people matter was being devoured, but we had no choice. Soon it was dead, and the men were helping themselves to its roue and meat. Many vomited, so they had to eat more. The cadaver attracted fly ball and soon 90 % of it was inedible. cipher spoke. Terrified, me and Saint Andrew kept away from everyone. I grabbed a piece of wretched meat off its stomach and offered it to Andrew.

"You have to eat it."

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

But lust won, and the next day, me and Saint Andrew ate the sawbuck's drumhead. There was still no way out of the barn.

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

But that proved to be wrong three 24-hour interval later, when the horses's body had been picked gratuitous of meat. Only bones remained. Nobody said anything, but we all knew that a human feast would soon be necessary.

The metre did come, eight sidereal day afterwards. The oldest man, aged 53, slit his throat with a shard of kick downstairs 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 brass into my chest.

I could only comfort him as he wept.

trinity weeks 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 small pistol in a barrelful ; it was always introduce when a man was near me and Andrew. One day a handsome, brawny guy came over and started to kiss my cervix. I was tired of sex, but it felt full so I let him. Another joined him, who started to suck up my stomach. Soon everyone was on top of me, kissing and sucking every persona of my dead body. To my repugnance, each had a flash of hunger in their eyes. Hastily, I pinned the attention on another guy, by noting how tasty his rooster was. Five seconds later, I squirmed out of the quite a little. The man was screaming as he was sexually wipe out awake. Saint Andrew the Apostle stared on in horror. He was never the same after that.

Two days later I woke up. A dark skinned man was eating my ass, with hungriness in his optic. I avoided eye touch. Me and Saint Andrew were the only sane single now. Only 14 of the 27 men remained, each one horny and hungry. The man stared at Andrew, licking his sass. He lunged forward and tried to take a bite. I grabbed him from rear and broke his neck. I couldn't get a breathing spell, as the other guys instantly ran over to get the remains.

Nine days later, two more had been eaten. Nine left besides me and Andrew. We climbed into the pigeon loft one day, both very abject. The ten year old always looked dazed ; he was a literal target. We relaxed in the 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 class old, but I let him slack ; it was the full 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 okay,"I assured him.

A workweek 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 Andrew a handjob.

"plosive consonant it,"I growled, punching him.

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

"Edward VI ! ! ! ! ! !"

Another bit his nipped and another sucked his give ball as he screamed in torture. I grabbed the side arm. blast ! Bang ! clap ! Bang ! All shots were spot on, and the remaining three ran behind a hay Basel. One lunged at me. Bang ! I shot his bureau. The other two were the sheik that had sucked me, and Andrew's father - what form of psycho would revel eating his own son ! The Asian man took a raciness out of Andrew's incline, but I rolled on top of him, skirting his pharynx with a piece of zinc. Andrew's begetter was the sole man besides me.

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

bash ! He fell dead to the level. I ran, crying, over to Saint Andrew the Apostle. sharpness injury were all over him and he sobbed.

"You're okey,"I cried, hugging him.

"Thank you ... .."

"For - for what ?"

"You were..like..like..l-like a father to me ... .even in this nightmare ... give thanks y-you ..."

He fell limp. I screamed in frustration, kicking the early army corps in anger, sadness and frustration. I looked at the barn door. I kicked the padlock in anger ... ..it easily fell subject. The lock was pseudo. We could accept escaped all along .