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.
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XI. Flesh • Choi San
"Welcome to the Garden," San announced. A hush fell over the room as the eyes of hundreds of guests looked back at him from behind their masks. San's dark eyes looked out over them from behind his own, a shimmering serpent. He smiled as his gaze shifted around the room... all the players were in place.
"The Harvest has officially begun..." He continued as he stood up from his chair. He had been situated next to a roaring fire that cast the cavernous room in a warm glow full of ever shifting shadows. The flames blazed across San's face, highlighting his sharp features and making him look almost sinister.
Men and women began to filter into the room like they were born from the shadows. They all wore simple masks, and while some were cloaked in black lingerie others were completely naked. Many of the guests merely stared at the newcomers and others were bold, running errant fingertips through hair or over bare skin.
"Now I know some of you are aware of what this little gathering entails and others," San's eyes flitted between the faces of five specific guests in the audience. "Are new to this... So allow me to give you a little preview of what tonight will bring..." He smirked and turned as Wooyoung walked out from the shadows, heels tapping over the stone floors until he was standing by San's side.
Wooyoung was a vision. A perfect embodiment of anyone's darkest erotic fantasy. His skin was radiant within the dim lighting, a stark contrast to the dark lingerie that firmly gripped his toned body. He'd had his eyes to the floor until he glanced up at San, a tendril of his inky hair falling into them. San's lips curled up at the edges, a smolder in his stomach beginning to build as he felt Wooyoung's own desire.
He was going to have a hard time remaining in control tonight.
"Now anyone who participates tonight will not breathe a word of what happens behind the doors of this mansion. If you are not comfortable with these terms and you wish to leave then you may do so now," San pointed at the huge oak doors at the far end of the room. "But once those doors shut the grounds will be on lockdown until dawn. No soul will be able to come in or out until the sun breaks over the horizon."
A few murmurs rippled through the crowd, some of excitement while others were apprehensive, but not one guest made a move for the door. "No one?" San asked gesturing to the front. When there was still no movement San could hardly contain the smile on his face. He nodded his head at the guards by the door, two hulking men in suits of black rubber, who swiftly shut and locked them with a bang. He waited for everyone's voices to die away before addressing the crowd once more.
"Tonight for the Harvest we shall sew lust and reap flesh," San said while turning to Wooyoung, cupping his cheek with one hand. He plunged his thumb in between his lips and the younger boy eagerly sucked never looking away from his eyes. "This is my playmate Wooyoung," San had to keep himself from moaning as he felt his wet tongue trail over his thumb. "I've cultivated him into the perfect submissive—" He groaned as Wooyoung closed his eyes and sucked harder.
