As we pulled out of Asakusa station, I noticed a good-looking fellow across me, perhaps European, thrities, and dressed in running clothes. He had on ...loppy, lightweight shorts which looked a lot like my tap pants. I imagined what lay beneath the nylon shorts as, I’m sure, he wondered what lay above my nylon-covered legs. Looking down on my lap, I could see the edge of dark stocking tops peeking out from under the tap pants. The sheer white fabric of my tap pants hinted of the light-colored. Door would close and inside I would find a chair to put my clothes on.Once naked he would approach , handcuff me and would start to work over my throat.With great anticipation the day arrived and I did as ordered.Shortly after I was naked he arrived. Indeed a big intimidating man. He had a square jawed face and was unshaven.He only was dressed in some stained jeans and indeed was covered in hair everywhere.He greeted me with a slap in the face and addressed me as “Faggot”. I was told that I. Whatever it was, English was clearly not his first language. Maybe not even his second. "Uh, I'm just... looking around." Something for yourself, then." I'm not really-" You are lost." It wasn't a question."Well... yeah, actually. Heh, funny, isn't it? Born and raised here, and somehow I get turned around and-" I did not intend the physical sense." Uh... what?" Allow me to show you something, Blake." Oh, no, I... wait. How'd you know my name?"The man in the grey suit just stared back at him. I know what you need. I’ll beat you into shape.After saying that, they started kicking and stomping at me. I could do nothing but scream out in pain as my body turned into shades of red, blue, and black. As if not feeling dominant enough, Rupesh stomped hard on my genitals. I cried out for help that never came.R: Be grateful. I am doing you a favor. There is no need for balls when you lick your rich boss’s feet in your future. Unless you hide a vagina in between your legs, you, Slumdog, will.