Masonic Boys – Chapter 1 – The Interview

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 greater amount than just a sunny smile and a charming personality. Basinger had always pushed himself to be the best, 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 accepted into a larger fraternity of men much like himself. Of course, like anything else, chap did his finest to prepare for the challenge and come with a strong, confident presentation. But once dude saw Grandmaster Wolf, his fortitude was shaken. The tall, fine-looking older man stood a solid foot taller than the youthful initiate. Guy had a constricting yet not unwelcoming appearance, reinforced by the awesome white suit lad wore. Lad 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, gink found himself distracted by the way fellow looked at him. The questions started simple at first. Information ’bout school 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 about his sexuality. The older man didn’t come out directly and ask him if man was gay, but this guy hinted at the idea by asking if he’d ever been attracted to men. Basinger felt like this was a trap, one boy had to avoid at all costs in order to get what gink wanted. Gink 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, despite this. Chap knew that Basinger was hiding something. Man could see 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 about what this spot concealed. Wolf knew dude had to put Basinger to the assay. Buddy told him to remove his clothes, 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 suddenly happy to do so. Wolf could watch this Basinger was sporting a beautiful substantive member beneath his sheer underwear. The thin white fabric draped delicately over an impressive greatness of manhood sprouting upward. Learner Basinger didn’t know what to do, knowing this every objection could put his position in the order in jeopardy. So buddy went along with Grandmaster Wolf’s instructions, answering his questions and sitting still in patience. When Grandmaster Wolf chained the youthful man’s hands behind his back, Basinger knew the interview was taking a direction dude had not willing for. He’d heard rumors of the crazy a number of rituals and ceremonies the Masons performed, but buddy didn’t think they were still in experience. Bloke had imagined 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, gink 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 chained him to the easy-chair, keeping him in place. Basinger was confused and alarmed, but no greater amount 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 string. 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 muzzle. The boy trembled, not knowing what the older man was capable of, but finding himself beyond the shadow of a doubt desperate to find out…

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