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 & Jones, which his personal shopper had found for him at Barneys. Mark had paid more than 700 dollar for this pair. The young investment banker snapped his fingers.
"Why don't you come over and give me a nice foot massage. Like Ling always does. Your big sister gives excellent foot massages. Last time I even gave her tip. Meanwhile I'll have my dinner. If you're good I won't file a complaint."
Mark enjoyed the look of confusion on the boy's innocent face. Chong didn't like the fact that his white client just assumed that Ling was his sister. He was also wondering what had happened between this arrogant client and his older co-worker. Chong, who was just a bit younger than the white stud, desperately wanted to be taken seriously. When he was riding his old bicycle he dreamed of being a CEO of a serious company instead of delivering take-away meals to richer and more successful clients. But he hadn't learned yet that if a man completely lacks the natural virility of a stud like Mark he would certainly remain at the bottom of the job market.
Of course it was an inappropriate demand of the tall stud and most other white boys of his age would've refused. But poor Chong is a shy little Asian and the tall banker looked so confident and aggressive in his expensive dress suit. He could just give that arrogant client a short foot massage, Chong thought. It would be over in a few minutes and he wouldn't get in trouble at the restaurant. And for some reason he did like Mark's leather shoes. They were so different in comparison to his own cheap canvas sneakers. They really completed Mark's masculine appearance. As a good house boy Chong knelt down in front of the couch and began to unlace the dress shoes of the young white gentleman. Mark was a bit surprised that the chink was actually kneeling in front of his big feet. He liked the contrast between Chong's small delicate fingers and the polished masculine leather of his shoes. The servitude of this little Asian confirmed all his prejudices. But he was also curious and determined to find out how far he could go with this chink. Carefully the Asian boy pulled off Mark's dress shoes, revealing the huge size thirteen feet of the white stud.
"Massage my feet now, Chong", the Anglo-Saxon banker commanded, while looking at the porn on the flat screen.
"Make my fucking feet feel good."
With his long legs stretched out Mark was having dinner, but his focus was on the action on his screen. Chong was sitting on the floor with his legs criss-crossed and Mark's big foot resting in his lap. During his college years Mark had developed a thing for Asian girls. At Harvard he had fucked plenty of them. He loved to impress those petite girls with his handsome masculine face, his tall athletic body, his cocky attitude combined with his East Cost manners, his preppy expensive clothes and of course his big white cock. Some of those girls were even officially dating some other guy on those evenings when he drove them to his apartment in his BMW Cabriolet. He especially loved snatching them away from their nerdy Asian male friends who desperately worked to get a promotion and become their boyfriends. But he had never had a serious relationship with an Asian girl.
During weekends the promising banker dated the most attractive and interesting girls from the upscale social circles of New York. He wondered if the chink at his feet had ever sex with a girl. Like other Asian guys he looked gentle. Friendly. Shy. It was weird that this guy who just came over to deliver his Chinese food was massaging his feet now. But the young investment banker certainly began to enjoy the feeling of power and superiority.
Meanwhile he Asian delivery boy was struggling with Mark's huge foot and his hands began to get tired. Underneath the fabric of Mark's expensive dress socks Chong could feel the hardness of the white guy's feet. They were so different, so much bigger and harder than his own small and soft feet. For the first time he realized that his own feet were tiny, soft and girly. After a few minutes Chong suddenly stopped. He got nervous because his uncle was waiting for him at the restaurant. But in fact at that moment he was even more afraid of himself. He felt so ashamed about what he was doing. He couldn't believe that he was actually massaging the big feet of one of his clients. The white stud was staring down at him, a look of contempt and arrogance on his face.
