SENSATION Taekook The podium

The podium

With a quick turn of the lock, he found himself where he was supposed to be.

The room was darkened, with a few spotlights pointed at a raised circular podium of fine wood.

Such light allowed the young man to survey his surroundings before taking a few steps towards the pile of black cloaks.

Curtains were drawn on the large windows, while a luxurious glass chandelier descended from the ceiling directly above the heads of the masked men.

Most of the crowd turned to the arriving guest, who seemed to disturb the accustomed dark atmosphere. When Jungkook took a closer look around, they were all wearing the same black robes and the same black masks.

They all looked like clones or maybe members of some sect, impatiently waiting for their victim on the altar.

The music stopped and the eyes of all present were once again fixed on the lighted podium.

No women were present.

unknown masked man

Welcome.

With one word, a deep male voice greeted the guests, who stood as if stunned. Jungkook didn't want to stand out, so he himself imitated their cold attitude.

He surreptitiously observed the faces of masked and indifferent expressions all the way to the room in which he was, and he could perceive how gradually each face was almost imperceptibly illuminated by a brief flash of some shimmer or the consolation of some uncertain hope.

At that moment, a man from the audience climbed onto the stage with a book in his hands, which he opened without a word and placed in front of him on a tall wooden stand. Then he turned a few pages and waited.

Jungkook's heart was still pounding, his legs were melting but he didn't move. He almost didn't even breathe, fearing that by breathing he would draw attention to his presence and delay what everyone was obviously waiting for.

Three men took the podium, dressed the same as the others, and then the man with the book began to read.

His voice was just as deep and cold, without any emotion.

unknown masked man

Arthur.

He said the name, and then the man with short hair who was standing in the middle, bowed and took off his cloak, which fell next to his bare legs, stopping next to his feet.

Jungkook was looking at the naked body of the handsome man with his mouth half open. The man was wearing nothing but a mask.

Jungkook's gaze darted from his shoulders over his abs and landed on his hard cock that was standing erect.

Jungkook shifted imperceptibly, placing his clenched fists in front of his growing tent in his pants.