Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2024 14:12:33 +0000
From: William Razeur <billy.razor@outlook.com>
Subject: The Blue Chrysanthemum - Chapter 7

		    The Blue Chrysanthemum - Chapter 7

Asahi's requests for my presence in his room became more frequent. I was
learning more sexual positions, more ways to sexually satisfy a client,
where to buy the best kimonos and how to undress provocatively for the
client.  Asahi would take me with him to expensive kimono shops and show me
how to select the nicest kimonos. He always dressed me in one of his
beautiful kimonos when I assisted him with his clients.

Asahi always wore a kimono when he was out of the BC, but I always wore my
school or work clothes. I was not yet a geisha, and I didn't want to chance
running into my parents or their friends when we were together. It would be
hard enough to explain who Asahi was and why I was with him, but even
harder if I was wearing a kimono in public.

One day when Asahi had called me from my duties in the kitchen, he informed
me that the client today wanted to have Japanese bath with his service.  I
have used the Japanese baths in Hakone many times.  Hakone is a geothermal
area of hot springs, so there are many bath houses that take advantage of
the naturally heated water. The BC has its own private bath for its clients
and geishas, although the BC isn't over a hot spring but pipes the water
from several city blocks away.

Asahi handed me a pink kimono decorated with peonies.  I don't like to wear
pink because I think it is a feminine color and I prefer to come across as
masculine, but I accept whatever Asahi offers me since he is teaching me. I
dressed in the kimono with nothing underneath. Asahi wore a teal blue
kimono with pink peonies. He got the message from reception that his client
was here and went to meet him.  I waited by the futon for their return.

The client was an older man from Germany.  He was about 5'8" tall and
somewhat overweight. He was bald on top of his head with a gray fringe of
hair around the sides and back.  He had a handlebar mustache. He spoke some
English with a heavy German accent.

Asahi and I undressed the client and put a "client" kimono on him Client
kimonos are plain white and basically, one size fits all. We escorted the
client down the hall to the bath.  Asahi led with the client behind him and
I followed.

The first thing one does at the bath after removing their kimono, is to
clean your body. There are small stools to sit on while one uses soap and
water from a bucket and often a sponge to wash one's body for it to be
clean when one enters the bath. Then you shower the soap off and you are
ready for the bath.

There are several pools at the BC bath. I like the one that is like a
grotto with water pouring down from overhead in places. There is also one
that is just a quiet pool for sitting and relaxing. One bath has very
turbulent water which is good for circulation. After the German client had
properly bathed and showered, we took the him to the quiet pool.

The Japanese bath is a social experience.  You are supposed to sit and talk
with others while you relax in the hot water. There were already others in
the quiet pool when we entered.  Everyone greeted us and made us welcome.

We found a space to sit in the pool along one side. There are benches built
out from the sides of the pool for seating. The client didn't speak
Japanese so I was the translator. Of course he wanted to know about me
since I was obviously not Japanese. I explained in English how I happened
to be there and that I was training to be a geisha. All of the other
bathers in the quiet pool were listening intently although I don't think
they spoke English and understood. I tend to be the center of attention at
the BC because of my blond hair, blue eyes and circumcised dick, especially
my dick.

Asahi tried to steer the conversation to something other than me, but Asahi
doesn't speak English or German and was not very successful. The German
client had his hands all over me which is not acceptable in the baths. It
is supposed to be a relaxing, quiet conversation time. He kept trying to
grab my dick and I kept pushing his hands away. Soon other Japanese clients
in the pool were trying to touch my dick, so I had to excuse myself and
leave. I told Asahi I would meet them in Asahi's room.

About a half hour later, Asahi and the German client returned to the
room. I was wearing the pink kimono and was kneeling on a floor cushion at
the table when they entered the room. I stood and welcomed the client into
the room with a polite bow.  Asahi seated the client on a floor cushion
while I prepared tea. Asahi tried to communicate with the client with no
success.  I had to translate which is what the client wanted anyway, to
talk to me.

I served the tea and answered the client's questions which were all about
me. He basically wanted to be sure that his sexual services would include
me.  I assured him they would. I didn't know what he had in mind, but I was
there to learn and experience. I translated for Asahi as to what the client
wanted. Asahi understood. I was becoming competition, but as long as I was
just training, Asahi was the one who got paid so he didn't mind me
servicing the client.

When the German had finished his tea, he immediately got up off the
cushion. He threw off his kimono and stood there naked looking at me. He
had an eight-inch, fat, uncut cock and it was already hard. His entire body
was covered in silky gray hair. Asahi ushered him to the futon.  I went and
stood before him. He reached out and tore the kimono off of
me. Fortunately, he didn't tear the kimono. They are expensive.

The German went down on one knee onto the futon and pulled me down with
him. I was thrown onto my back on the futon and the German threw himself on
top of me.  He was kissing my mouth. His breath was bad, but I tried to
accept his kisses without opening my mouth. One of his hands was groping my
dick and balls. He was squeezing me hard and it was not pleasant! My dick
was hard and he stroked it roughly, up and down. Asahi stood to the side
observing and would intercede if necessary.  So far I was holding my own.

The German flipped me over onto my stomach and spread my legs.  I felt his
finger at my asshole.  He shoved it roughly inside me. I screamed in
pain. He worked his finger roughly in and out my hole. He suddenly removed
his finger and I felt his weight on my back and his hard, uncut cock
pushing at my dry, unlubricated hole.  He shoved and his cock entered my
butthole. I screamed again. Asahi rushed to the table where there is a
security button and pressed the button for security help. Asahi was yelling
at the German to stop, but the German didn't understand Japanese and was
eagerly attacking my tight asshole.

The German fucked my aching asshole hard.  His weight was on my back and I
had trouble breathing. In and out his cock drove through me as he grunted
and groaned.  I felt his heavy ballsack slam into my balls every time he
thrust forward and drove his cock as far as it could go inside me, only
limited by his length. My own hard dick was rubbing itself raw on the
fabric of the futon. I was leaking precum and my hole was on fire. When
would this end?

Suddenly, the security personnel burst into the room.  They grabbed the
German and pulled him off of me. HIs hard cock popped out of my sore,
bleeding ass. He was cursing in German kicking and punching at the four
security men.

The security men tried to calm the German client but he didn't understand
Japanese. All they could do was offer the German his clothes and indicate
he should get dressed. He finally accepted the fact that he was being
forced to leave and he got dressed. Security ushered the German back to
reception.

I lay on the futon in pain.  My asshole felt like it had been torn open and
I was probably bleeding to death as I lay there. Maybe I didn't want to be
a geisha after all. There was nothing pleasurable about this
experience. Asahi went to the sink for a cold cloth.  He came and knelt
beside me and began to gently bathe my sore ass.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you," Asahi said. "It is well that you learn
that sometimes a client does hurtful things to us.  You will survive. You
hurt now, but you will be better. This is training.  Better it happens when
I am here than when you are by yourself. Now you know about the safety
button under the table for security."

I just lay there on the futon as Asahi bathed my asshole. After awhile the
pain subsided and I was able to sit up. Asahi brought me some tea. I sat
and drank it. Asahi sat beside me and gently rubbing his hands up and down
my back.

"You lie back down and rest," said Asahi. "I will talk to kitchen and tell
them you will not be back today."

I lay down on my back and fell asleep. I was still naked. Asahi covered me
with a silk duvet.

When I woke up, Asahi was lying beside me, watching over me. I knew I
needed to get home. It was late. My parents would be worried.

Asahi helped me stand and get me dressed in my work clothes. I felt okay
except for this pain in my butthole. I assured him I would be able to get
home by myself on the public bus system.

Asahi gave me some liquid that he said would help take away the pain. I was
to put it on my hole with a soft cloth when I got home and go to bed.  It
would feel better in the morning. I headed for home.

My parents were concerned that I was late, but I explained that there was a
problem in the kitchen and I had to stay late. I didn't mention how much my
ass hurt or why. I told them I was tired and went to bed.  I had to got to
school in the morning.

The next morning, my asshole was still sore, but definitely better than the
night before. I put some more of the liquid Asahi had given me on my hole
after my shower. It helped take away the soreness. i dressed and went to
school. Our gymnastic team was preparing for a tournament in a few weeks
and I needed to practice my floor routine.

My classes went by slowly and did not interest me, but at last I was in
gymnastics. I suited out in my shorts and A-shirt and joined my coach in
the gym. My favorite event is floor exercise and I have been working on a
very difficult program. My coach gave me some directions for a couple of my
difficult passes and I went through the program. I over rotated one of my
summersaults and fell on my sore butt when I landed, and I under rotated
another and fell on my face on the mat. I blamed it on my lack of focus due
to the discomfort in my butt. Otherwise, my program is coming along nicely
and should be ready in time for the meet.

I do all of the other events so I went through my programs for those also
before I hit the showers. A few of my teammates were already in the shower
when I got there. I found an open shower head and began soaping my body. As
I showered, another teammate, Yuto, joined me and began talking to me.

"You have a very nice floor routine, Billy," Yuto said. "I enjoy watching
you perform it".

"Arigato (Thank you), Yuto, "I replied." I enjoy watching your parallel
bars program."

As we talked, Yuto began soaping my back which I thought was unusual since
I had never seen any of the other teammates soap another's back. But I
thought it was helpful, since I couldn't reach all of my back. I looked at
Yuto and he was looking at me as if for permission to continue. I smiled at
him and he continued soaping my back and moving to other areas of my body.

Yuto is slightly shorter than me and slightly heavier than me. He has well
defined pectorals as most gymnasts do. HIs name means "excellence soar"
which seems appropriate for a gymnast since I always feel like I am flying
when I do my routines. He has closely cut black hair on his head and a
small patch of straight, silky, black hair around his larger than average,
Japanese, uncut cock. I noticed his cock was semi-erect and growing as we
showered.

"You have smooth skin," said Yuto which I thought was an odd thing to say,
but I supposed it was an observation since he was soaping me.

It seemed a little awkward, but I replied, "So do you." to which he smiled
indicating he appreciated my compliment.

Yuto continued to soap my backside as I bathed my front side. Suddenly his
soapy hand slid over my hip and down between my legs where it cupped my
balls. I looked at Yuto and he was looking at me questioningly.

I quickly pushed his hand away and said, "Not here."

I smiled at him as I turned away to let him know I was not upset by his
attention, but this was not the place. I finished my shower and dried
myself with my towel and dressed for work. I smiled at Yuto across the
locker room as I left and he smiled back.

to be continued

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