Apprentice Basinger sat expectactantly, wondering with fervent anticipation what Grandmaster Wolf would ask him. Entrance into the Masonic Order wasn’t guaranteed, and Basinger knew that it would require more than just a sunny smile and a cute personality. Basinger had on all occasions pushed himself to be the finest, wanting to be seen as capable and reliable especially by his older mentors. Dude knew the Masons offered him a luck to prove himself and be received into a larger fraternity of men much like himself. Of course, like anything else, man did his unexcelled to prepare for the challenge and come with a strong, confident presentation. But once fellow saw Grandmaster Wolf, his fortitude was shaken. The tall, comely older man stood a solid foot taller than the youthful initiate. Chap had a stern yet not unwelcoming appearance, reinforced by the great white suit chap wore. Buddy was practically like an archangel, delivering a message of warning and caution. Basinger felt chap should tread lightly, not wanting to disappoint his interviewer, but deep down, buddy found himself distracted by the way gink looked at him. The questions started unsophisticated at 1st. Information ’bout college and sports and performances fell out of Basinger’s face hole like they were pre-recorded deep in his lungs, set to auto-response from a lifetime of regurgitating the facts and details of what made him stand out amongst his peers. But what struck Basinger strange, setting him off his routine, was when Grandmaster Wolf began to ask him about his sexuality. The older man didn’t come out directly and ask him if bloke was gay, but this guy hinted at the idea by asking if he’d ever been attracted to men. Basinger felt like that was a trap, 1 boy had to avoid at all costs in order to get what chap desired. Man denied every such feelings, knowing full well this this chub was in this very moment trying to suppress his arousal to the questioner. Grandmaster Wolf was no fool, notwithstanding. Boy knew that Basinger was hiding something. This chub could watch the subtle ways in which Basinger would steal glances at his skin, eyeing the space between his thighs, even parting his lips ever so slightly as if in thought about what that spot concealed. Wolf knew chap had to put Basinger to the assay. Buddy told him to remove his costume , leaving just his sheer, white underwear on. Basinger was confused and reluctant at 1st, but Wolf’s words were delivered with such authority, Basinger was compelled to comply. And of course, Basinger was unheraldedly happy to do so. Wolf could see that Basinger was sporting a pretty valuable member beneath his sheer underwear. The thin white fabric draped delicately over an impressive bigness of manhood sprouting upward. Trainee Basinger didn’t know what to do, knowing that every objection could put his position in the order in jeopardy. So boy went along with Grandmaster Wolf’s instructions, answering his questions and sitting still in patience. When Grandmaster Wolf fastened the youthful man’s hands behindhand his back, Basinger knew the interview was taking a direction this guy had not prepared for. He’d heard rumors of the crazy various rituals and ceremonies the Masons performed, but lad didn’t think they were still in practice. Gink had fantasized different archaic formalities would have been lost to modernization, keeping the organization greater amount aligned with occupational pursuits and tradecraft. But as Basinger’s assumptions began to shatter, chap saw a dark spot appear on the cloth covering his cock. It was a small, wet droplet forming against the white material of the underwear. Precum. Basinger was leaking precum onto his shorts, stimulated and aroused by the intimate way Grandmaster Wolf fixed him to the chair, keeping him in location. Basinger was confused and alarmed, but no more so than when Grandmaster Wolf placed the tip of his long, powerful finger down on the spot, catching the liquid on his flesh and gently pulling it away in a silky, thin string. Undergraduate Basinger didn’t know if Wolf would cast him out for that, but then, to his complete shock, Basinger watched as Grandmaster Wolf took the tip of his wetted finger and placed it in his mouth. The boy trembled, not knowing what the older man was capable of, but finding himself truly hopeless to find out…

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