Yes! He sounds exactly like what I want in a master!

You correspond with Yoshiro over e-mail, and he agrees to consider you as a potential ****. He arranges a meeting…

You arrive at the gym Yoshiro owns. It is nearly 11:00 PM, and the gym is closed and deserted, but you are allowed entry through a back door left unlocked. You wait, as instructed, in the Men’s locker room. A few minutes pass, and Yoshiro enters.

He is dressed in gym shorts, boots, and nothing else. His physique is phenomenal, every muscle defined and bulging. His face is a study in exotic, masculine beauty. He towers over you by a good five inches, making you feel small by his very presence. Through the gym shorts, you can see the outline of his cock-not even hard yet, it is already six inches (so much for that stereotype). He is staring at you. The scowl on his face, rather than diminishing his beauty, makes him even more attractive.

“Get over here, faggot,” he says. His voice is barely above a whisper, but you can hear his intensity. You walk towards him, following his instruction. Once you get within a foot of him, he holds up his hand, indicating you should stop. He examines you critically, as if you were livestock he was interested in buying.

“Look at me,” he says, and you raise your head up, looking into his burning, almond-shaped eyes. Without warning, Yoshiro hawks up a wad of phlegm and spits in your face!