Now that time has past it is much easier to look bad ret what
happened. It was iurbuleies. I was a 37 year old single man
at the time w as a missionary in South America. There was much
u in a lot of the try, one dictator overthrowing another dictator.
The armies and the rebels fighting each other for their own causes. Most of
the time the rebels were supported by the drug dealers iurn for safe
passage of their goods. It was also easy to capture fners for the
ransom mohey could get.
Most of the time ransoms were paid and everyone involved went on about
their way. However not everyo ransomed and this a story about one
such time. I had been taken prisoner along with her people who
worked around an industrial area which I will leave unnamed. We were taken
to a warehouse somewhere ioere all placed in a room where we
were stripped, bound and gagged.
There were five of us men and four women. We were all taken to a room and
interrogated to find out orked for and how much money we were
worth. When they finished with me I could see there was not muterest.
"Who the fuck is going to pay anything for him?" The officer asked the
other soldiers. "Missionaries are worth nothing!"
I feared the worst was in store for me until one of the soldiers spoke
up. "I know a man in town that might buy him. He would give us something."
"Why the hell would he buy him?"
The soldier shrugged his shoulders. "He likes men. You know. To have sex
with."
The officer waved his hand to the soldier. "OK. Do it!"
That evening I met Dario, a gay man that lived iy. I don' t know
how much money ged hands but when it was over I became his property.
Dario was a handsome Latin man I guessed to be in his early to mid
twenties. He was muscular, very , and well dressed. Still bound
and naked, I was shoved int