The lives of five different men take a dark turn when they're each approached by Choi San, the enigmatic owner of 'The Garden'. A twisted playground where free will is an illusion and desires of the flesh is encouraged.
"I want to go to the ball Lee...
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VI. Punishment • Eight hours before 'The Harvest'
The land that sat behind The Garden was truly a sight to see. No expense was spared for the intricately carved statues and large wishing well that the landscape encased. Vibrant hibiscus flowers nestled in full bushes and shoots of blood red Bromeliad plants peeked through tropical fronds.
The yard was made up of meticulously kept Bermuda grass that cornered the edge of a white marble patio. If you followed the yard all the way back you would come to sheer drop off into the warm ocean. It's large blue eyes could be seen peeking through the trunks of the palm trees from where San sat at the bar nursing a drink.
And he could've enjoyed the view too if he wasn't preoccupied watching the two boys in the pool instead...
Wooyoung had his arms draped over Yeosang's shoulders moaning cutely as the older boy suckled along his collarbone. Their bodies bobbed in the water as they writhed against each other, delirious from sweet pleasure. Yeosang tilted Wooyoung's head down so he could lay claim to his open mouth and sucked in his bottom lip.
San raised an eyebrow as Wooyoung's moaning grew higher in pitch. Yeosang gripped his shoulders tightly and their hips rocked faster beneath the surface.
They weren't fucking. San told them that they were not allowed to but this fact didn't make him want to stop them from having a little fun together... After all, watching his playmates play with each other as one of his favorite pastimes...
"Darling," San said over their overlapping moans. Wooyoung turned his head to look at his master before weakly crying out. Yeosang jutted his hips roughly up against his and both gasped at the friction between them.
"My sweet," San continued before downing the last of his drink and setting the glass on the table. Yeosang paused in his movements and looked at San, his head tucked under Wooyoung's chin. Both of them were breathing heavily, their cheeks flushed pink from the heat.
"I believe it's time for your punishment. I want to make sure you're thoroughly ready for the party..." San said wickedly as he motioned for them to join him in the shade. The two boys detangled themselves from each other and treaded water to the edge of the pool.
They both climbed out, their naked bodies glistening wet, to make their way over in front of San. The pale haired boy watched as the droplets cascaded down their lean figures and licked his lips. "I had lunch prepared for the both of you." He said as he motioned to the chair next to him. "Sit Darling."
Wooyoung obediently sat down at his side as San uncovered his plate. It was piled high with sliced fruit that was perfectly ripened. It's sweet juices collected on the plate in a sugary puddle.
