They got my number

Where do I start. Mistake? Yes, I shouldn't have gone, but that is where they were going. We ended up at a gay strip joint in Rio. Men dancing naked two inches from your face, opening your mouth and lowering their ** in your mouth, but not closing your mouth, that was against the rules. Men, bending over in front of you, staring straight into the black hole. It was exotic, **, and I came in my pants. Yes it was a mistake, and this mistake got worse.

Back at the hotel, it was past midnight, and a man dressed as a bellman knocked on the door. He had a tray, with a drink and a pill. I let him in, he gave me the drink, offered me the pill, and he put some music using the tv, and danced until he was totally naked. I sat in the chair and he leaned over me, this time my was open and once his ** was in, it was ok to close it and savor his ** and feel him get hard.

We moved to the bed, he helped me get undressed, he gave me oral **, and when the pill had done it's job and I was hard he offered himself up. I had ** with a man, ** **, his hairless ** in my hand. He wouldn't take payment, or a tip. He said it was covered, complimentary from my host.

And that is how they got me, some pictures in the stirp joint, some pictures in the room, a hidden camera the dancer had set up. I signed the orders they were looking for, agreed to the prices they were asking. They owned me, they knew it, I knew it and every time I went to Rio they took me out to gay bars, and a good looking young man came to my room.