Grandmaster Legrand and Apprentice Basinger
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Apprentice Basinger sat expectactantly, wondering with strenuous anticipation what Grandmaster Hunk would ask him. Entrance into the Masonic Order wasn’t guaranteed, and Basinger knew that it would require more than just a sunny smirk and a infatuating personality. Basinger had always pushed himself to be the best, wanting to be seen as capable and reliable notably by his senior mentors. He knew the Masons suggested him a opportunity to prove himself and be accepted into a bigger fraternity of dudes much like himself. Of course, like anything else, he did his best to get ready for the contest and come with a strong, certain presentation. But once he spotted Grandmaster Wolf, his fortitude was shaken. The tall, luxurious senior stud stood a solid foot taller than the young initiate. He had a stern yet not unwelcoming appearance, reinforced by the good milky suit he wore. He was practically like an archangel, delivering a message of warning and caution. Basinger sensed he should tread lightly, not wanting to let down his interviewer, but deep down, he found himself dispersed btw he looked at him. The questions commenced ordinary at first. Information about college and sports and activities fell out of Basinger’s gullet 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 amazed Basinger strange, setting him off his routine, was when Grandmaster Hunk commenced to ask him about his sexuality. The senior stud didn’t come out directly and ask him if he was gay, but he hinted at the idea by pleading if he’d ever been attracted to men. Basinger sensed like this was a trap, one he had to avoid at all costs in order to get what he wanted. He denied any such feelings, knowing utter well that he was in that very moment trying to suppress his excitement to the questioner. Grandmaster Hunk was no fool, however. He knew that Basinger was lurking something. He could watch the tenuous ways in which Basinger would steal glances at his body, watching the space inbetween his thighs, even parting his lips ever so slightly as if in thought about what that spot concealed. Hunk knew he had to put Basinger to the test. He told him to liquidate his clothes, leaving just his sheer, milky underwear on. Basinger was confused and averse at first, but Wolf’s words were delivered with such authority, Basinger was compelled to comply. And of course, Basinger was unexpectedly blessed to do so. Hunk could watch that Basinger was sporting a pretty substantial member underneath his sheer underwear. The bony milky fabric hung gently over an unbelievable size of bone sprouting upward. Apprentice Basinger didn’t know what to do, knowing that any protestation could put his pose in the order in jeopardy. So he went along with Grandmaster Wolf’s instructions, answering his questions and sitting still in patience. When Grandmaster Hunk trussed the young man’s hands behind his back, Basinger knew the conversation was taking a direction he had not ready for. He’d heard rumors of the crazy various rituals and ceremonies the Masons performed, but he didn’t think they were still in practice. He had imagined a number of archaic formalities would have been lost to modernization, keeping the organization more aligned with occupational pursuits and tradecraft. But as Basinger’s assumptions commenced to shatter, he spotted a dark spot appear on the cloth covering his cock. It was a small, humid droplet forming against the milky material of the underwear. Precum. Basinger was leaking precum onto his shorts, vibed and aroused by the personal way Grandmaster Hunk trussed him to the chair, keeping him in place. Basinger was confused and alarmed, but no more so than when Grandmaster Hunk positioned the peak of his long, strong finger down on the spot, catching the liquid on his flesh and gently pulling it away in a silky, bony string. Apprentice Basinger didn’t know if Hunk would cast him out for that, but then, to his conclude shock, Basinger watched as Grandmaster Hunk took the peak of his wetted finger and positioned it in his mouth. The fellow trembled, not knowing what the senior stud was capable of, but finding himself unquestionably desperate to find out...
Apprentice Basinger sat expectactantly, wondering with strenuous anticipation what Grandmaster Hunk would ask him. Entrance into the Masonic Order wasn’t guaranteed, and Basinger knew that it would require more than just a sunny smirk and a infatuating personality. Basinger had always pushed himself to be the best, wanting to be seen as capable and reliable notably by his senior mentors. He knew the Masons suggested him a opportunity to prove himself and be accepted into a bigger fraternity of dudes much like himself. Of course, like anything else, he did his best to get ready for the contest and come with a strong, certain presentation. But once he spotted Grandmaster Wolf, his fortitude was shaken. The tall, luxurious senior stud stood a solid foot taller than the young initiate. He had a stern yet not unwelcoming appearance, reinforced by the good milky suit he wore. He was practically like an archangel, delivering a message of warning and caution. Basinger sensed he should tread lightly, not wanting to let down his interviewer, but deep down, he found himself dispersed btw he looked at him. The questions commenced ordinary at first. Information about college and sports and activities fell out of Basinger’s gullet 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 amazed Basinger strange, setting him off his routine, was when Grandmaster Hunk commenced to ask him about his sexuality. The senior stud didn’t come out directly and ask him if he was gay, but he hinted at the idea by pleading if he’d ever been attracted to men. Basinger sensed like this was a trap, one he had to avoid at all costs in order to get what he wanted. He denied any such feelings, knowing utter well that he was in that very moment trying to suppress his excitement to the questioner. Grandmaster Hunk was no fool, however. He knew that Basinger was lurking something. He could watch the tenuous ways in which Basinger would steal glances at his body, watching the space inbetween his thighs, even parting his lips ever so slightly as if in thought about what that spot concealed. Hunk knew he had to put Basinger to the test. He told him to liquidate his clothes, leaving just his sheer, milky underwear on. Basinger was confused and averse at first, but Wolf’s words were delivered with such authority, Basinger was compelled to comply. And of course, Basinger was unexpectedly blessed to do so. Hunk could watch that Basinger was sporting a pretty substantial member underneath his sheer underwear. The bony milky fabric hung gently over an unbelievable size of bone sprouting upward. Apprentice Basinger didn’t know what to do, knowing that any protestation could put his pose in the order in jeopardy. So he went along with Grandmaster Wolf’s instructions, answering his questions and sitting still in patience. When Grandmaster Hunk trussed the young man’s hands behind his back, Basinger knew the conversation was taking a direction he had not ready for. He’d heard rumors of the crazy various rituals and ceremonies the Masons performed, but he didn’t think they were still in practice. He had imagined a number of archaic formalities would have been lost to modernization, keeping the organization more aligned with occupational pursuits and tradecraft. But as Basinger’s assumptions commenced to shatter, he spotted a dark spot appear on the cloth covering his cock. It was a small, humid droplet forming against the milky material of the underwear. Precum. Basinger was leaking precum onto his shorts, vibed and aroused by the personal way Grandmaster Hunk trussed him to the chair, keeping him in place. Basinger was confused and alarmed, but no more so than when Grandmaster Hunk positioned the peak of his long, strong finger down on the spot, catching the liquid on his flesh and gently pulling it away in a silky, bony string. Apprentice Basinger didn’t know if Hunk would cast him out for that, but then, to his conclude shock, Basinger watched as Grandmaster Hunk took the peak of his wetted finger and positioned it in his mouth. The fellow trembled, not knowing what the senior stud was capable of, but finding himself unquestionably desperate to find out...
Added: 2021-10-31 • Views: 32 • Duration: 17:28
