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Bath House Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Tenkoguren

The rain was cascading down in a thick torrential downpour, audibly splashing against the perfectly cut square stones that lined the alleyway. Tiled roofs funneled the water down into gutters, some well maintained while others emptied out into the street. It was enough to keep most indoors, or at the very least beneath the eaves, but for Kit it was outright marvelous.

The young man inhaled and exhaled, smelling the fresh scent of the rain, feeling it revitalize him. The droplets pelted the clear plastic umbrella he carried, coming down all around like a watery curtain - but it couldn't obscure the smile on his face. He had traveled a long way, across ocean waters to find himself in the city of Kawagoe in the Saitama prefecture... and it was beautiful in the rain.

Kit was almost average height back home at five foot seven, though it was a fair height abroad, and he was a bit on the heavier side when it came to his weight at just under two hundred pounds. Kit's most distinctive feature was undoubtedly his very long, bright red hair. It had originally been blond and came down to the small of his back, but dyed red it made him stand out even more as an outsider despite any effort to blend in.

The young man continued down the road between buildings of wood and stone, admiring the fine architecture and harmony of squares and arches. He had been an otaku since early childhood, fixated on anime and manga. His love of the art form had evolved to a love of Japan society as a whole. He'd studied the language for years, he'd steeped himself in cultural traditions and at long last he'd been accepted into the Tokyo International University program.

While most of Kit's classmates had gone to Tokyo proper and others had remained behind to study, Kit had come up with an itinerary of activities he had long since fantasized participating in... and the first was to go to a Japanese bath house. He had meandered through back streets, taking no small pleasure in getting lost for a bit before finding the establishment he had researched - The Jade Lotus bath house.

Kit moved up to the door and eased it open, peering inside. The entry way was rather simplistic with wood panel walls, a wide wooden desk with a cash register resting on top and a door to either side. Kit was familiar with that aspect, the bath houses were separated by gender after all. An elderly man in his seventies looked up, his gray hair short and neat. His eyes widened a bit.

"Good... morning." he tried with a bit of uncertainty, bowing his head.

"Good morning sir." Kit replied in Japanese formally. The elderly man sighed with relief, reassured no only by Kit speaking Japanese but that his accent was almost undetectable.

"Are you interested in our services today?" The man asked, quite comfortable in his own language.

"Oh yes, I am eager for the full experience." Kit said. The man grinned more broadly.

"We are happy to provide." he said before he started detailing the list of services and options. Kit took some time to consider everything before he eventually paid and was guided through to the next room on the men's side. A row of benches ran down the center of the room while lockers covered almost all of the other walls, covered in a rich green laminate with a faint leaf pattern. Kit had half expected it to resemble a locker room outside any other pool, but the entire room was distinctly Japanese. From the square lockers to the tatami mats, from the Kanji scrawled on strips on the wall and even the wood framed, cloth meshed lofty ceilings called out the Japanese design aesthetic. It felt like heaven to Kit.

Kit looked around and realized that the lockers all seemed to be empty, awaiting the locks that the owner had provided him. A quick glance revealed that there was only one other locker in use at the far end. He was surprised that the bath house wasn't busier, but he had come at an odd time of day. It would be nice to take advantage of the experience without too many distractions anyhow.

The young man put away his umbrella and took off his outer layers, putting them in the locker. Despite the fact that he was getting undressed, he couldn't help but take in his surroundings. He looked at the line of mirrors, shelves extending outward from the walls with soaps and shaving cream. Kit had rented a kit from the counter with a towel and a shampoo.

Kit stripped down bit by bit until he stood naked and barefoot, feeling rather self conscious. He had expected the activity to be startling, people were generally far more private back home... but there was something liberating about publically accepted nudity. Kit closed his locker and began walking along to the next room, a small grin playing across his lips as he saw a vending machine offering bags of ice, fans and other last minute accoutrements.

A few more steps brought Kit to a sliding glass door. He reached out and eased it open, one hand lingering in front of his groin as he passed through the threshold. The bath house had a mix of old and new, taking on a unique look. The floors and walls were neatly tiled, the grout pristinely clean. There were a variety of pools and fountains at various depths along one wall of the room, though the outer edges of the pools were lined with river stone rather than tiles, giving it a more natural look. Ornamental trees sat in planters as well around the room, subsisting off of the steam and water vapor.

Kit was supremely excited, but he was well aware of bath house etiquette. He turned to the opposing wall and moved toward the line of shower nozzles hanging down before hexagonal mirrors. Unlike showers from the west, there was a plastic stool to sit on while showering. Kit settled himself and got out the soap, turning the water on. His red hair was soaked, the water running down his face and neck, his shoulders and back, his chest and his legs.

The young man took great care in washing himself, ensuring every nook and cranny was clean. It felt a little less awkward being naked now that he was cleaning himself, but he had to admit he was glad the place seemed deserted, at least for his own sake. Kit finished up washing and got the last of the suds off before he stood up and moved over toward the pool, though as he approached, movement caught the corner of his eye. Kit froze, his eyes darting to the corner.

Resting against the side of the pool beneath one of the ornamental trees was a man in his late thirties or perhaps early forties. He was broad shouldered and quite well muscled, though age had brought a slight softness to his stomach... nothing more than a bit of padding though. His hair was black and slicked back and he had grown out a rather impressive, soft black beard the likes of which weren't commonly seen in the area... but the most surprising thing to Kit had to be the man's tattoos. He was covered.

A red dragon spiraled up one arm and a blue dragon spiraled down the other, each navigating between mountains and clouds and fields full of lotus flowers. His arms were like murals in a chapel, depicting a story, but the story didn't just stop on his arms. It crept out across his chest and covered his back. Even portions of his lgs were covered with ink, though the water obscured just what tattoos they were. It was an impressive number of designs, all incorporated together and in Japan it typically meant only one thing... The man was a member of the Yakuza, the Japanese mafia. Many bath houses wouldn't permit anyone with tattoos to enter, but it seemed that this bath house was not one of them. As long as Kit had been staring, the man had been staring back. He hadn't expected a gaijin to come wandering in, let alone one with such bright red hair. The man tried to figure out what country the stranger was from.

"American?" The man asked. His voice was rich and smoky, sounding authoritative and distinct.

"German, but I can speak English and Japanese." Kit replied in Japanese despite being nervous. The man grinned a bit at that.

"Very useful... But you better get in before you get cold." the man said. Kit blushed a little, realizing it was rude to stare. He stepped over the wall and his feet came down into the silky mineral water. He descended carefully down the steps until he was waist high, feeling the warm water soak his flesh and muscles, already working wonders to relax muscles he didn't even know were tight.

Kit waded through the water, feeling tempted to sit across from the yakuza man so he could just watch him, but he had to resist his temptation. He moved over to a spot in the other corner of the pool, sitting down on the ledge beneath another tree just as the man was. As he sat, the water came part way up his torso, his spine relaxing as well. Kit let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes, letting his arms float at his sides.

There was silence for some time, but in that silence Kit's mind raced. While the Yakuza were known criminals, there was a strange guiding ethic of community. They engaged in drugs and human trafficking, construction and banking, but their crimes were things the community could engage in, rather than things done to the community. There were no robberies, no assault or battery against the innocent. It simply wasn't done. Kit knew he shouldn't have felt any admiration for them, but the yakuza simply seemed like a better class of criminal than those found in the states or in Germany.

"So what brings you to Japan?" The man asked at long last.

"I'm here through my school, but I have always loved Japan. It's almost as if I was born in the wrong country." Kit smirked.

"It shows. The students here study English for years, more than most countries and yet they don't retain enough to manage simple business discussions. You, on the other hand, have a flawless accent." The man said curiously.

"Well thank you very much, I'm honored." Kit replied, smiling a bit more bashfully.

"Have you ever thought about staying here? Using your language skills to work?" The man questioned. Kit's eyes snapped open even wider.

"I, I, I..." he stuttered, "It's a dream of mine, but the immigration is pretty strict to outsiders, isn't it? And... I mean there are programs for English as a second language, but... how often does that turn long term?" Kit asked.

"You'd be surprised what a motivated member of the community could get done... But you said it yourself, you feel that you were born in the wrong country, right?" The man questioned.

"That's true, that is how I feel." Kit said.

"Just think about it a bit." The man replied with a smile. Kit nodded a bit at that, leaning back in the water once more, his mind reeling. Had a member of the yakuza just offered him a job and a life in Japan? It was his fantasy, but in a way he had never anticipated. Kit tried to process it all before realizing that he'd never introduced himself.

"By the way, my name is Kit." he said, bowing his head and using the phrasing to indicate he was subservient to the man's presence.

"Kazuo." The man replied simply with a head bow of his own. Kit nodded at that before he closed his eyes, breathing in and out. He was on a first name basis with a member of the yakuza, a man quite possibly responsible for a huge list of crimes... and he'd been offered a job. It was heady, it was exciting, though Kit knew it was just a fantasy. He'd never be able to live that kind of life... commiting crimes in exchange for getting to live in the country of his dreams... but it was rather tempting.

The water rippled around Kit in a most relaxing way, lapping at his sides, keeping him warm. Kit was giving into the bath completely, but then he felt something move in the water near his lap... and felt fingers wrapping around his cock. Kit's eyes snapped open and he nearly popped out of the water, but the hand on his shaft kept him in place, starting to work the limp meat back and forth.

"What are you doing?!" Kit asked, his eyes wide.

"I asked you to think about it, but you don't know everything I can offer you..." Kazuo said, "You would lead a life of pride. I can get you any drug, any lover you want... You would want for nothing, this would be your land." Kazuo said. Kit's heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through his body as he blushed almost as red as his dyed hair.

"I... How can I? All I can do is speak the languages, I'm no good to you other than that." Kit whispered.

"The rest I can teach you, the gang will show you. You will be embraced..." Kazuo said, "And I can already tell you like it." he added. Kit was confused for a moment before he let out a soft coo. Despite his fear, his manhood had hardened under the water, feeling the hot metal rings the man wore stroking his shaft up and down, playing with the fleshy tip. Kit's eyes were pleading, looking for any way to escape, but Kazuo wasn't going to give it to him.

The yakuza boss leaned in, pressing his lips to Kit's, a tongue penetrating the fleshy barriers. Kit was too shocked to resist and felt the tongue invade his mouth, slathering around. It was a surprising contrast to say the least. Kazuo's beard was incredibly soft like feathery down, but his body was smooth and nearly hairless other than a ring of black around his groin. Kit, however, had a smooth face barely capable of stubble while his arms and legs and chest had a fair, even dusting of hair.

Kit felt more conflicted than he had about anything in his life. It felt amazing to be getting a hand job, to be kissed, most of all to have it happening in a public space. Anyone could walk in, anyone could see them... but Kit hadn't asked for it. Was this rape? No, he was enjoying it too much... A Yakuza boss wanted him to join the organization, to become part of Japan. A life of being a nerd, o f fantasizing and learning had come to a head with a real world reward. Was this what he had been preparing for all his life with the studies?

Once more Kit's fantasy had run away with him. He knew he couldn't do it, he had to politely decline. There was no way he could be responsible for people getting hooked on drugs, or in dealing with prostitutes... It was just too much. Kit started to break free of the kiss, pulling back slowly... but then came a pain in his right arm. Kit turned his head, looking over, realizing that Kazuo had stuck him with what looked to be an acupuncture needle... but where he'd been stuck, darkness began spreading out.

Black lines crept through his flesh, swirling and moving around, taking root before fading ever so softly. Kit had frozen in shock, not understanding what was happening, but as the lines settled they had taken on a shape... a shape of a fox, but rather than the customary single tail, the fox had several. It was a tattoo of a kitsune, just like Kit's namesake. Reddish orange ink began spilling into the form, filling it out. It burned gently, but it felt almost exhilarating.

Kit turned and looked at the yakuza boss wordlessly, shocked and confused, but something else was welling up inside of him... Need. Kit opened his mouth and moved in to resume the kiss with great need. Kazuo growled in delight, grabbing Kit's head, kissing the foreigner passionately, dragging his fingers through the man's hair, moving to straddle him. Kazuo wasn't a yakuza boss for nothing. He began to bump and grind against Kit, humping, sloshing the water all around.

As Kazuo went at it, his hard meat rubbed against Kit's, their cocks slapping and bobbing together in the water. Kit felt like he was in a frenzy, feeling like he'd been dying of need and this was his only way to survive. He pressed into that bearded face, his tongue going on the offensive, exploring the man's mouth. He could taste traces of rice wine, of cigarette smoke, the taste of a man in command of his own life.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kit knew this wasn't right. He'd never been so open, so forward, so primal or carnal. He knew something was wrong and he had to stop, to get away, but as Kazuo reached down and began stroking his legs, massaging them before pulling them apart, Kit's heart jumped once more in anticipation. His eyes looked up into the deep brown gaze of Kazuo, sinking lower into the water as his hips were tilted back.

Kazuo traced his tan cock up and down between Kit's ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun for a few more times before he tilted, letting gravity draw the shaft down... and then he thrust in. Kit's back arched and he let out an unmuffled moan, his eyes going cross as he felt it. He hadn't prepared for it but the pool water had lubricated a bit. Kazuo held himself there for a moment before he pulled back and started to thrust again, building up a rhythm.

Kit was jerked back and forth in the water, a bit of a daze on his face. A yakuza boss was using his body for carnal pleasure... It was surreal, hard to believe... and an honor. The last thought had snuck into his brain, embedding itself like a seed that was starting to blossom, but it wasn't the only thing growing. The tattoo on Kit's arm was expanding as well. The kitsune was done in perfect detail, but a spiral of flames and wind began to radiate out from it in spirals, becoming far more complex... and the complexity of the change was reaching through all of kit.

Kazuo's ringed hand found its way back to Kit's cock, working the hard meat up and down. With each pump of his hand, it almost seemed as if Kazuo was pumping more energy into Kit. His blond bush began to darken, turning from corn stalk blond to a darker brown and then eventually black, contrasting his skin drastically. The dark pigment spread out across his chest and arms, then his legs. Every strand of body hair Kit had turned from blond to black... except the hair on his head.

As the changes reached his scalp, his hair tried to turn black just like Kazuo's but the chemicals from the dye interfered. Rather than turning black, the hair acted almost as if it had been bleached... but rather than going blond, as any westerner's dyed hair typically went, it started taking on a bright umber orange color that was common in Japan. Between the bleached orange hair and the red dye, Kit's head of hair soon resembled the reddish orange coloring of his tattoo, the kitsune.

Kit cried out shrilly in delight, his back arching, but even his voice sounded slightly different. It was sharper, the tone shifting. The change had come as a result of changes to Kit's face, changes Kazuo was studying intently. He fucked in and out of the gaijin's ass, watching as changes rippled through Kit's body. While the hair had been the first change, it was far from the last.

Kit's weight had been an issue for some time, but now the fat was melting away across his body. It was almost as if his lifetime of eating beef and chicken and wheat was being replaced with a diet of tuna and rice. Kit's man boobs retracted, tightening up over slight pectoral muscles. His stomach shrank away and revealed the outline of abdominal muscles, and his arms remained the same size, but the fat was replaced with muscle. His body frame seemed far different without the extra weight, refining and sculpting into a model man... though the black hair seemed even denser with his skin contracting.

Kazuo kissed the German hungrily, feeling great pride in what he was doing. he sucked on his lip and broke the kiss to nuzzle his neck, kissing and sucking at the flesh, grunting in power. Kit was like putty in his hands, being reshaped and molded... and the changes had finally reached Kit's face. His round German nose began to narrow, coming forward just a bit. His cheek bones shifted, taking on more lines than curves while his ears shrank ever so lightly. The baby fat had melted away from his jaw, revealing a strong and broad Germanic jaw, but that too was refining and becoming more streamlined.

Kit blinked, panting softly in the throes of lust, but he could feel the changes. His heart was beating faster and without restraint, his eyes tingled softly as the blue darkened, taking on flecks of hazel, the hazel spreading until his eyes were brown. Even his eyebrows changed, the brow bone elongating. There was something distinctly Japanese about Kit's appearance, but one thing was missing... something that was finally starting to catch up.

Kazuo fucked Kit's hairy ass deep, grinding and sliding in and out, but as he watched the German boy's pale skin was starting to darken up, taking on a slight tan at first... but that wasn't enough. The tan skin was too red, but soon it was tempered by hues of cinnamon and gold, spreading out from his groin. As the tan covered his hard cock and balls and spread across his abdomen, it clearly seemed to be the groin of a Japanese man... and that change continued, slipping up his throat and across his jaw.

The coloring covered Kit's face, covering his Japanese lips and nose and sinking into his orange hair. It covered his ass and legs, even his feet. The last place it had to conquer were his muscled arms, but as it spiraled down his limbs, the coloring encountered some resistance. The only place on Kit's entire body that remained pale were the tips of the kitsune's tails, the white flesh looking as if it was part of the tattoo itself... but the tattoo had grown far more complex. The spiraling fire and air coming out of the detailed kitsune became elemental kitsunes around his wrists, flame and wind coming all the way up his shoulder and part way onto his back. Kit had gained his first tattoo sleeve, covering one entire arm.

Kazuo groaned louder and louder, looking at his creation. Kit didn't look German at all anymore. He looked like a Japanese kid in his twenties, a kid that had never had to cut his hair, who had grown up street wise and crime smart. Kazuo felt the pride for his country, for his yakuza clan. He fucked Kit hard and deep, grunting louder and louder before he let out a bellowing howl of bliss. His balls tugged up, his shaft pulsed and thick globs of his semen sprayed deep into Kit's ass.

"Kuso!" Kit cursed in Japanese, his own brownish gold cock spasming as it pumped his cum into the bath house water, the white globs floating upwards to the surface. He panted sharply and then went limp against the back wall of the pool, laying there.

The Yakuza boss remained inside of his mate for several moments before he slowly pulled out, his cock still hard. Kazuo looked down at his rod, seeing that it had swollen longer and thicker with his newest conversion. It had been an amazing trick he had learned, but every new member he brought to his clan, whether Japanese or not, made him stronger, smarter, more powerful... and Kit had been no exception. Kazuo knew he had just ripped Kit out of his old life, giving him an entirely new identity and loyalties. He was Japanese now, a member of the red lotus clan. He would work with the others, he would enrich them all... and Kazuo was glad. he leaned in and gave Kit another deep, thankful kiss.

****

The door to the bath house swung open and sleek, glossy black shoes stepped out. Kit had been given a black suit and slacks, his black undershirt contrasted with a bright red tie. The black suit and tan skin was counterbalanced by his long flame orange hair, tied back into a long, neat ponytail that hung down his back. Two long bangs hung down just in front of his ears all the way down to his jaw line and there was a glitter of diamond stud earrings in both ears.

Kit was taking in the beauty of Kawagoe, no longer as a stranger, but as someone with pride in their own country. He looked at the stone walls of the buildings, the people moving about. He felt supremely happy... and inside, so did Kazuo. The yakuza boss reached into his pocket, putting down a stack of money the likes of which the old man had only recently become accustomed to.

"Thank you for following my request."

"No visitors during your bath time unless they are of rare breed, I would never forget sir." The old man said, bowing profusely.

"We'll see you next week then." Kazuo said, moving out of the bath house to stand with kit. He held out his cigarette pack and Kit took one, bringing it to his lips before lighting up. Kit had never smoked before, but somehow it just seemed natural to him as if he had been doing it for years. He took a drag and exhaled, the smoke swirling around him. Kazuo lit up as well, puffing away a bit.

"So where are we headed to next?" Kit asked.

"You're heading to Kyoto. The American ambassador's son is coming to tour the prefecture and I want you to make friends with him as an in road to his father. It should be comforting for a young man in a strange country to have someone that can speak English show him around." Kazuo said.

"I'll show him the time of his life." Kit said in English, having lost none of his language skills in the transformation.

"I'll be heading back to Tokyo myself, but I got you a little present." Kazuo said, watching as two cars came rolling up, one for each of them. The drivers hopped out of the cars and moved around to open the doors for their passengers. Kazuo moved over to his and got in, but as the door was opened for Kit, he saw something unexpected. Sitting on his knees, propped up by his hands in the back of the second car was an eighteen year old boy with shaggy black hair. He had on a black studded leather collar and a harness. He looked out at Kit expectantly.

A shiver ran down Kit's spine as his cock grew hard. He turned to thank Kazuo but the car was already too far gone. Kit moved over to the car, dropping his cigarette on the ground before he all but lunged in, sitting down on the wide bench like back seat. The door to the car was shut by the driver and no sooner had they been given some pirvacy before the servant was unbuckling Kit's belt, unzipping his pants and drawing out his cock.

Soft cheeks rubbed against the cock meat before a tongue teased the flesh up and down the shaft, the boy's lips slowly pressing over the tip, sucking on the cock head slowly. Kit's fingers dug into the cushion of the seat as he groaned. He may have been Kazuo's fuck toy, but when it came to the rest of the Yakuza he was a top dog. He tangled his fingers in the teen's black hair, guiding him down further around his cock before tugging him up.

The car soon rumbled out into the street, heading along its way. Kit fucked the servant's mouth, feeling amazing. He was a powerful member of the Yakuza, he was a citizen of the best country in the world. It was hard to imagine life getting any better, though he wouldn't mind if things got dirty with the ambassador's son. He wondered if that was one of the reasons he liked the bath house so much... after a week of being a super dirty criminal, it was good to get clean.

Kit fucked that boy's mouth hard and fast, filling him to his throat. It took several blocks before Kit came, pumping sperm into his pet's belly, but even as he did he didn't let him off. Kit was a virile, energetic young man. He was sure he'd be able to keep that pet occupied all the way to their destination... one way or another. The car rounded a corner, passing a van that had been parked in place all day, leaving the van in silence.

Two men inside the van watched the car leave, the driver reaching over to open the laptop back up on the dash board. The screen was full of pictures; pictures of Kazuo, of the bath house owner, even of Kit... They flipped through them, surveilance of the bath house operator opening the shop up, Kazuo arriving, Kit arriving, and the red headed man leaving.

"This isn't just coincidence... They are coming out different people." The driver muttered.

"How can we be sure? Maybe the white kid is still in there." The other man whispered.

"Just like the other four? They're never seen again, and people that never went into that place come out. This is serious. We need to call him." The driver said. The passenger hesitated before he pulled out a cell phone and started to dial.