He didn't seem to be the most lipstick-laden and when the bar owners counted down in front of the customers I sighed with relief that I was in last place.

The guy who came first, a rather young guy, was untied and headed for the stage without being asked. Being last and therefore not "selected", I waited to be untied so I could go home. I had "presumed my strength", to fantasize about being the object of a slaughter was one thing, to actually be one was another... The harsh "preliminaries" inflicted during the "selection" by the clients made me fear the worst afterwards.

From the room and the stage came clamours, they must have been having fun. The guys from the bar had accompanied the young man, I was waiting for one of them to come back to untie me, or was it the barman who did it?

Time went by, from the room there was always shouting, whistling, moaning, but nobody came to untie us. From time to time, customers came back to us, rubbing us, caressing us (I should say triturating us), sucking us, masturbating us, exploring us again and again, I can't count the number of fingers they put in my anus that night, and those they tried to put in my mouth right afterwards...

After a long time, a voice covered all the tumult: "We thank Guillaume for his participation and we applaud him loudly", it was one of the guys of the bar who had taken the microphone, announcing the end of the "performance" of the young man who had gone on the stage.

The two "guards" from the bar came back to us and untied the second guy, who immediately went to the stage too...

So that was it... We were all going to die... I had a jolt of anxiety at having taken so long to understand, I almost had a fit of panic at the idea that I too was going to "go down", I looked at the guys in front of me... No, it wasn't possible! I had nothing to do with them! They were there to fuck, to fuck without restraint and without the slightest consideration for their "partners", and I was in the position of the prey, the prey in front of which they were licking their lips.

My heart was pounding, I tried to control my breathing, I closed my eyes. "Adapt or die" was the grandiloquent and also unqualified motto that all the beaters kept repeating to themselves, I, in this, was going to be the beaten...

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