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It was a rainy Tuesday evening. Mark Böhm, a young investment banker at J.P. Morgan, just got home from work. A busy Wall Street guy like Mark never makes his own dinner so he decided to order something from one of the restaurants in his neighborhood . That evening he called his favorite Chinese restaurant. He didn't like Chinese food that much though. Absentmindedly the investment banker watched some porn while he waited for his order. He was still dressed in his well-cut dress suit by Prada, which gave him a masculine, powerful and even aggressive appearance.

He took a seat on one of the leather couches in the living room. Being the quintessential Wall Street professional Mark often wore expensive suits by Italian top brands like Canali, Armani, Prada and Zegna. After a tense, exciting work day this masculine young stud just wanted to release a bit of his sexual energy, fueled by his ever raging testosterone. The preppy banker started to massage his cock through the thin material of his pants. He was watching a flick with Asian girls and in this particular scene two slant-eyed sluts were licking each other's tits. Just when his big cock began to get hard, the bell rang.

Mark is one of those young men who really doesn't need an introduction when you meet him for the first time. He is a strikingly handsome guy. As a matter of fact Mark worked as a Ford model when he was in college. So when he opened the door of his brownstone apartment the Asian delivery boy noticed how incredibly good looking this client was. The white stud in front of him had dark blonde hair and blue eyes, features he had inherited from his Nordic ancestors. Mark grew up in a rustic New England town and after finishing high school he went straight to Harvard to obtain a degree in Economics with a special focus on finance. Because he graduated with a GPA of 4.0 he easily found a promising position at J.P. Morgan in the city's financial district.

The young banker kept his dark blonde hair a bit short. He had a disciplined, almost military, conservative look, especially when he was wearing a clean-cut dress suit. His groomed handsome face was a schoolbook example of symmetry and his strong jaw line radiated masculinity. With his impressive height of 6'3" Mark was so much taller than the little Asian who stood just about 5'5". The competitive investment banker immediately liked that contrast. But he wasn't expecting a sluggish Asian delivery boy, so he asked:

"Who the hell are you? No offense but I'm expecting the girl, Ling."

The boy was surprised that this client remembered the name of his colleague.

"Oh, I'm sorry, she has a day off."

The young banker who was clearly disappointed gave the boy a sign to follow him into the living room. Right now the delivery boy, standing with a plastic bag in his hand, was the only feminine touch in Mark's enormous living room, which was austerely decorated with expensive big black leather couches and an impressive home cinema system. Everything in the room signified a certain strong and powerful masculinity.

"You're fucking late, Chong", Mark snapped.

Chong was not the true name of the Asian but the arrogant investment banker had the prejudiced habit of calling all Asian males Chong. Being a delivery boy in the better parts of NYC the boy was used to arrogant clients, but this one was definitely one of the bad guys, he thought. Chong got a bit angry, but he was also taken aback by Mark's cocky attitude. The white stud took a sip of his whiskey while he looked down at the young delivery boy. He had longish black hair, black almond eyes and an innocent, somewhat dumb expression on his face. It was immediately clear to the handsome white executive that this little Asian lacked the natural aggressiveness of most white guys of his age. Like many other young virile studs Mark enjoys dominating weaker males but he's also smart enough to restrict this natural inclination in public. At work a guy like Mark easily dominates every meeting or transaction with his assertive business manners but of course there are certain social rules one cannot ignore. Here in the privacy of his own apartment Mark was definitely the man in charge.

Chong looked in disbelief at his arrogant client.

"Sir, I'm just a few minutes too late. Traffic was..." The white stud cut him off:

"Not really interested in your lame excuses Chong."

He leaned back on the couch, his long legs spread wide. Then he put his right foot on the coffee table, showing Chong an expensive wingtip by Crockett