Apprentice Basinger sat expectactantly, wondering with intensive 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 good-looking personality. Basinger had at all times pushed himself to be the best, wanting to be seen as capable and reliable especially by his older mentors. Boy knew the Masons offered him a opportunity to prove himself and be accepted into a larger fraternity of men much like himself. Of course, like anything else, lad did his superlative to prepare for the challenge and come with a strong, confident presentation. But once guy saw Grandmaster Wolf, his fortitude was shaken. The tall, handsome older man stood a solid foot taller than the teenage initiate. Buddy had a constricting yet not unwelcoming appearance, reinforced by the pleasant white suit man wore. Gink was practically like an archangel, delivering a message of warning and caution. Basinger felt man should tread lightly, not wanting to disappoint his interviewer, but deep down, that chub found himself distracted by the way that guy looked at him. The questions started uncomplicated at first. Information ’bout schoolhouse and sports and performances fell out of Basinger’s mouth 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 about his sexuality. The older man didn’t come out directly and ask him if chap was gay, but boy hinted at the idea by asking if he’d ever been attracted to men. Basinger felt like that was a trap, 1 dude had to avoid at all costs in order to get what man craved. Lad denied any such feelings, knowing full well that gink was in that very moment trying to suppress his arousal to the questioner. Grandmaster Wolf was no fool, despite that. This chub knew that Basinger was hiding something. Gink could see 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 this spot concealed. Wolf knew this chub had to put Basinger to the test. Buddy told him to remove his clothes, leaving just his sheer, white underwear on. Basinger was confused and reluctant at first, but Wolf’s words were delivered with such authority, Basinger was compelled to comply. And of course, Basinger was unforeseenly happy to do so. Wolf could watch that Basinger was sporting a nice-looking significant member beneath his sheer underwear. The thin white fabric draped delicately over an impressive dimension of manhood sprouting upward. Undergraduate Basinger didn’t know what to do, knowing this every objection could put his position in the order in jeopardy. So this chub went along with Grandmaster Wolf’s instructions, answering his questions and sitting still in patience. When Grandmaster Wolf fastened the teenage man’s hands behind his back, Basinger knew the interview was taking a direction gink had not prepared for. He’d heard rumors of the crazy diversified rituals and ceremonies the Masons performed, but lad didn’t think they were still in practice. Man had supposed different archaic formalities would have been lost to modernization, keeping the organization more aligned with occupational pursuits and tradecraft. But as Basinger’s assumptions began to shatter, that chub 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 restrained him to the stool, keeping him in place. 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 body and gently pulling it away in a silky, thin rope. Undergraduate Basinger didn’t know if Wolf would cast him out for this, but then, to his complete shock, Basinger watched as Grandmaster Wolf took the tip of his wetted finger and placed it in his kisser. The boy trembled, not knowing what the older man was capable of, but finding himself without a doubt hopeless to find out…

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