Hog-tied and isolated Yoshi Kawasaki lies in wait. He wriggles and pants like the little piggy boy he is, anticipating his masters’ return and what might be in store for him next. A harness, boots, jock strap and halogen lights are all that’s keeping him warm. Daniel James walks over to him smooth and cocksure, stroking his defenceless back and arse and rubbing the bulging crotch of his wrestling singlet in his face.