I had signed the contract bridge and now there was no going back. A week earlier, I was looking online for an orgy company, and there happened to be one nearby that payed each individual 50 Buck to join. I had instantly contacted the hosts, which were very private about the location. I begged to be invited, so eventually a phone call 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 orgy party. get on Fri, 4:00 PM piercing. Don't bring anyone with you. You'll need to sign a document when you arrive. The address 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 knot away from the nearest house. volaille grazed everywhere and a few horse trotted alongside the fence. I stepped out of my car and walked up the dead way of life to a small-scale house. An older man came out. He looked outside to cause for certain I was alone, and then closed the door behind me.

"sign here,"he barked.

Without reading the agreement, I scribbled my name on the paper : Albert Edward Wilhelm Richard Wagner. He invited me to bear some tea as two twelve other men arrived. They were all hot and I was bore 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 man in our barn for 24 time of day. We have a small-scale refrigerator, so you'll be okay. In that sentence, you can do whatever you want with each former. We need everyone's jail cell phones, and then you can get started."

It was unusual that they confiscated our phones, but I was horny and went along with it. The man escorted us to the barn, which was declamatory, red and had one buck interior. Opening the threshold, he ushered us inside. I was the final stage one in and grinned as the other guy began to make themselves prosperous. The old man then snickered"jester"and grabbed a padlock. Firmly locking us in, he then went back to his home. Within s matter of endorsement, a guy next to me rive off my shirt and was kissing my neck opening and another was ducking my prick. The barn was filled with moan and other expressions.

"You're hot !"

"Nice, man."

"Yeah !"

"suck that rooster !"

"shtup yeah !"

Everybody kissed each other at least once and we even had a very orotund circle suck. It was a small awkward with the horse watching us from it's unchanging, but I ignored it. The lap suck was the main upshot. A muscular Asian beau was sucking me off and I went down on a dark skinned man, who was an eleven edge. We did this all day, and slept in a heap of dress st night.

The next day, I awoke. Everybody was having sex again. Horny, I spotted two blonde guys kissing, rubbing each other's pecker. I joined them, and had a sexy Triangle suck. But by the end of the 24 hours, everybody was covered in cum, exhausted and prepare to go home. At the exact call fourth dimension, the old man came back and unlocked the padlock. But to our revulsion, he was armed with a scattergun. He threatened us with it as he rolled the humble icebox out and locked us in. Everyone was feeling restless - panicking, we tried to beat down the wooden paries, but they must have been glued together because they wouldn't budge. One beau started crying, and others had more sex. I just sat in a corner, staring at a irksome clump of hay. Another clotheshorse 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 shock he really was 10 ! I sputtered in unbelief and he grinned, looked at his boots.

"You were here the all 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 clotheshorse who had sucked me."He brings me to this material a lot. I was hiding in a hat bail."

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

"I know. Don't have much of a option 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 Andrew. Some guys were passed out from thirst and everyone was leering at the sawhorse ; if we weren't let out soon, we would give birth to do unutterable things.

"I need everybody's attention !"one of the men yelled."If we go another day without water supply, we'll die from desiccation. Everyone, search 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 ledge, she raced forward and slammed the artillery into the horse'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 ball out of its flesh. Andrew started to cry. The poor thing was being devoured, but we had no choice. Soon it was beat, and the men were helping themselves to its origin and nub. Many vomited, so they had to eat more. The cadaver attracted flies and soon 90 % of it was inedible. Nobody spoke. Terrified, me and Andrew kept away from everyone. I grabbed a piece of slimy centre off its venter 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 thirstiness won, and the adjacent day, me and Saint Andrew the Apostle ate the gymnastic horse's forefront. There was still no way out of the barn.

"Maybe the husbandman got in a car crash,"one man suggested."They'll come to his business firm eventually and bump us. We'll be out in no time !"

But that proved to be wrong three days later, when the horses's eubstance had been picked free of inwardness. Only pearl remained. Nobody said anything, but we all knew that a man feast would soon be necessary.

The time did come, eight twenty-four hours afterwards. The older man, aged 53, slit his throat with a fragment of breach 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 case into my chest.

I could only console him as he wept.

Three weeks passed, and not only five people died - our human beings was lost too. Many had become animate being, having sex 24/7, and biting people at random. I found a small side arm in a barrel ; it was always present when a man was near me and St. Andrew. One day a handsome, mesomorphic guy came over and started to kiss my neck. I was tired of sex, but it felt in force so I let him. Another joined him, who started to suck my stomach. Soon everyone was on top of me, kissing and sucking every function of my eubstance. To my horror, each had a wink of hungriness in their eyes. Hastily, I pinned the tending 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 animated. Saint Andrew stared on in repulsion. He was never the same after that.

Two solar day later I woke up. A iniquity skinned man was eating my ass, with hunger in his oculus. I avoided eye contact. Me and Andrew were the only when sane single 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 direct a bite. I grabbed him from behind and broke his neck. I couldn't get a breathing spell, as the other guy 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 loft one day, both very miserable. The ten twelvemonth old always looked dazed ; he was a literal target. 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 best 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 St. Andrew were left. We lay on the hay on the can trading 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 seconds a second later. He was joined by the others, with thirst filled in their eyes.

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

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

"Edward VII ! ! ! ! ! !"

Another bit his nipped and another sucked his odd ball as he screamed in torment. I grabbed the pistol. Bang ! belt ! Bang ! knock ! All shots were spot on, and the remaining three ran behind a hay Basel. One lunged at me. charge ! I shot his chest. The other two were the beau that had sucked me, and St. Andrew's father - what kind of psycho would revel eating his own son ! The Asiatic man took a bite out of Andrew's position, but I rolled on top of him, skirting his pharynx with a piece of zinc. Andrew's male parent was the lone man besides me.

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

Bang ! He fell dead to the story. 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 incubus ... thank y-you ..."

He fell limp. I screamed in defeat, kicking the other corpses in anger, sadness and frustration. I looked at the barn doorway. I kicked the padlock in anger ... ..it easily fell open. The lock was manipulate. We could have escaped all along .