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 this 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. That guy knew the Masons offered him a chance to prove himself and be obtained into a larger fraternity of men much like himself. Of course, like anything else, lad did his unexcelled to prepare for the challenge and come with a strong, confident presentation. But once this guy saw Grandmaster Wolf, his fortitude was shaken. The tall, comely older man stood a solid foot taller than the youthful initiate. This chub had a stern yet not unwelcoming appearance, reinforced by the nice white suit chap wore. Chap was practically like an archangel, delivering a message of warning and caution. Basinger felt fellow should tread lightly, not wanting to disappoint his interviewer, but deep down, bloke found himself distracted by the way this chub looked at him. The questions started unsophisticated at first. Information ’bout schoolhouse and sports and activities fell out of Basinger’s face hole like they were pre-recorded unfathomable 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 ’bout his sexuality. The older man didn’t come out directly and ask him if buddy was gay, but dude hinted at the idea by asking if he’d ever been attracted to men. Basinger felt like this was a trap, 1 fellow had to avoid at all costs in order to obtain what chap craved. Bloke denied any such feelings, knowing full well that boy was in this very moment trying to suppress his arousal to the questioner. Grandmaster Wolf was no fool, despite that. Guy knew that Basinger was hiding something. Buddy could watch the subtle ways in which Basinger would steal glances at his flesh, eyeing the space between his thighs, even parting his lips ever so slightly as if in thought ’bout what this spot concealed. Wolf knew lad had to put Basinger to the test. Guy told him to remove his dress , 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 surprisingly happy to do so. Wolf could watch this Basinger was sporting a cute weighty member beneath his sheer underwear. The thin white fabric draped delicately over an impressive size of manhood sprouting upward. Apprentice Basinger didn’t know what to do, knowing that each objection could put his position in the order in jeopardy. So fellow went along with Grandmaster Wolf’s instructions, answering his questions and sitting still in patience. When Grandmaster Wolf restrained the youthful man’s hands behindhand his back, Basinger knew the interview was taking a direction fellow had not willing for. He’d heard rumors of the crazy a number of rituals and ceremonies the Masons performed, but boy didn’t think they were still in practice. Bloke had imagined various 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, boy 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 fastened him to the stool, 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. Disciple 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 muzzle. The boy trembled, not knowing what the older man was capable of, but finding himself surely desperate to find out…

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