It was another balmy night in the Philippines and I just wanted to stay in my cottage and do nothing after a hectic day of work. Turning on the shower, I went into the bedroom and undressed completely. Completely naked now and walking back into the bathroom not worrying about what to change into after my shower, someone starts knocking on the door. Quickly grabbing a towel and tying it around my waist, I opened the door slightly when I saw that it was a group of Filipino workers sent to repair and service the air conditioners I was complaining about.
Because they were eight of them standing there with parts and supplies and I not knowing if they would be back, I opened the door for them to come in. Closing the door behind me, I could tell it was going to be some time before they would be finished. As I walked by the bedroom door to turn off the shower, I could see my clothes still on the bedroom floor. Do I draw everybody’s attention to the fact I am naked under the towel or just go about my business until they leave?
Thinking the latter, I went back into the living room. As one of the workers had an air conditioner half way out of the wall, I could see he was having trouble. Offering to hold the machine while he tightened this bolt and that bolt, I didn’t realize how heavy the machine was until he let go and I was holding it by myself. If I let go, the machine would fall. The other guys just seemed to be standing around where l was holding the air conditioner. The longer this went on, the more suspicious I got of these guys. Sometime during my holding the machine, it donned on me that here I was holding this air conditioner naked except a towel wrapped around my waist and these guys had to know it.
I could feel the towel slowly loosening. Not knowing what to do, and knowing I couldn’t just drop the air conditioner, I continued to stand still. Even standing still, I could feel the towel continue to loosen around my waist. I slowly looked around the living room and the eight guys were pretty much focused in my direction. I tried to ignore the group of guys hoping they would go back to work. Feeling the towel loosening more, I knew it would only be a matter of time before the towel would fall off. My next thought even surprised me.
I wanted the towel to fall off! It would look like an accident. But in my mind, I wanted the towel to fall off leaving me completely naked in front of these eight Filipinos. Setting my plan into action, I made several quick moves as though I was adjusting to the weight of the air conditioner and as I had hoped, the towel loosened up completely and fell to the floor – exposing me completely naked in front of the guys. None of them made an effort to pick up the towel. Although I knew the guys were checking out my body, there was nothing I could do to stop them.
After all, is this what I wanted to happen? In order to make it look like an accident, I asked one of them to pick up the towel for me. I would slowly turn my waist so my cock would sway from side to side and each time I would see their interest grow. Having trimmed my pubic hair only days before, I knew they could see everything pretty good. It was then that I came up with the idea of making a deal so good for them that they would go along with it not knowing I planned it. To them it appeared I had no choice. Offering to pose in my jockstrap for these guys later that night if they would allow me to get dressed now, there was no response. Seeing that this idea was going nowhere, I finally offered to let them come back later in the evening at which time I would pose naked for them. The guys finally took hold of the air conditioner and let me get dressed after I had agreed to let them come back later that night and take photos of me in the nude.
At the agreed upon time later that night, all eight Filipinos arrived at my cottage. Having second thoughts, I told the guys I didn’t think I could go through with the arrangement. Seeing that I was trying to get out of the earlier promise, I was told if I didn’t pose for their cameras, they would make up stories about me and make it difficult to remain in my job. Knowing I had no choice now, I was being blackmailed into humiliating myself in front of eight strangers. Going into the bedroom and closing the door behind me, I couldn’t believe I was really going through with this. Trying not to think about what I was doing, I slowly undressed till I was totally naked. Opening the bedroom door, I walked into the living room where the guys were waiting for me. I felt like I was going to faint. I walked around till I was standing in the middle of living room and then turned around facing all the guys. Nobody said a word – it was an awkward moment for me.
As I looked around, I could see their eyes traveling all over my body. The more I stood there, and the more these guys stared at my nude body, the more uncomfortable I got. They had me move around so they could take frontal pictures, side views, and standing with my back to them. They had me posing nude laying on my back with my knees bent and feet on the floor, they had me laying on my side, they had me laying on my stomach. Standing back up, one of the guys stripped down to just his thong. He stood next to me and had someone take pictures. Three more guys joined him beside me in just their thongs and lots of photos were being taken of us.
