The Conversation - Apprentice Basinger - Pt 1
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Apprentice Basinger sat expectactantly, wondering with strong anticipation what Grandmaster Bear 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 glamorous personality.Basinger had always pushed himself to be the best, wanting to be seen as capable and reliable particularly by his old mentors. He knew the Masons suggested him a chance to prove himself and be accepted into a bigger fraternity of boys much like himself. Of course, like anything else, he did his finest to get ready for the compete and come with a strong, certain presentation. But once he witnessed Grandmaster Wolf, his fortitude was shaken.The tall, handsome ...The tall, handsome old boy stood a solid foot taller than the youthfull initiate. He had a stern yet not unwelcoming appearance, reinforced by the supreme 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 dissipated btw he looked at him.The questions started plain at first. Information about college and sports and activities fell out of Basinger’s throat 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 affected Basinger strange, setting him off his routine, was when Grandmaster Bear commenced to ask him about his sexuality.The old boy didn’t come out directly and ask him if he was gay, but he hinted at the idea by begging 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 total well that he was in that highly moment attempting to suppress his excitement to the questioner.Grandmaster Bear 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, eyeing the space between his thighs, even parting his lips ever so barely as if in thought about what that spot concealed.Wolf knew he had to put Basinger to the test. He told him to liquidate his clothes, leaving just his sheer, milky undergarments on. Basinger was bewildered and averse at first, but Wolf’s words were delivered with such authority, Basinger was compelled to comply. And of course, Basinger was unexpectedly glad to do so.Wolf could watch that Basinger was sporting a pretty substantial member underneath his sheer underwear. The bony milky fabric dangled delicately over an awesome size of lollipop sprouting upward. Apprentice Basinger didn’t know what to do, knowing that any protestation could put his stance in the order in jeopardy. So he went along with Grandmaster Wolf’s instructions, answering his questions and sitting still in patience.When Grandmaster Bear bound the youthfull man’s palms behind his back, Basinger knew the interview was taking a direction he had not ready for. He’d heard rumors of the ultra-kinky 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 witnessed a dark spot emerge on the cloth decorating his cock. It was a small, raw spurt forming against the milky material of the underwear. Precum. Basinger was leaking precum onto his shorts, vibed and sexually aroused by the individual way Grandmaster Bear bound him to the chair, keeping him in place.Basinger was bewildered and alarmed, but no more so than when Grandmaster Bear positioned the apex 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 Bear would cast him out for that, but then, to his accomplish shock, Basinger observed as Grandmaster Bear took the apex of his wetted finger and positioned it in his mouth.The boy trembled, not knowing what the old boy was capable of, but finding himself unquestionably desperate to find out...
Apprentice Basinger sat expectactantly, wondering with strong anticipation what Grandmaster Bear 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 glamorous personality.Basinger had always pushed himself to be the best, wanting to be seen as capable and reliable particularly by his old mentors. He knew the Masons suggested him a chance to prove himself and be accepted into a bigger fraternity of boys much like himself. Of course, like anything else, he did his finest to get ready for the compete and come with a strong, certain presentation. But once he witnessed Grandmaster Wolf, his fortitude was shaken.The tall, handsome ...The tall, handsome old boy stood a solid foot taller than the youthfull initiate. He had a stern yet not unwelcoming appearance, reinforced by the supreme 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 dissipated btw he looked at him.The questions started plain at first. Information about college and sports and activities fell out of Basinger’s throat 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 affected Basinger strange, setting him off his routine, was when Grandmaster Bear commenced to ask him about his sexuality.The old boy didn’t come out directly and ask him if he was gay, but he hinted at the idea by begging 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 total well that he was in that highly moment attempting to suppress his excitement to the questioner.Grandmaster Bear 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, eyeing the space between his thighs, even parting his lips ever so barely as if in thought about what that spot concealed.Wolf knew he had to put Basinger to the test. He told him to liquidate his clothes, leaving just his sheer, milky undergarments on. Basinger was bewildered and averse at first, but Wolf’s words were delivered with such authority, Basinger was compelled to comply. And of course, Basinger was unexpectedly glad to do so.Wolf could watch that Basinger was sporting a pretty substantial member underneath his sheer underwear. The bony milky fabric dangled delicately over an awesome size of lollipop sprouting upward. Apprentice Basinger didn’t know what to do, knowing that any protestation could put his stance in the order in jeopardy. So he went along with Grandmaster Wolf’s instructions, answering his questions and sitting still in patience.When Grandmaster Bear bound the youthfull man’s palms behind his back, Basinger knew the interview was taking a direction he had not ready for. He’d heard rumors of the ultra-kinky 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 witnessed a dark spot emerge on the cloth decorating his cock. It was a small, raw spurt forming against the milky material of the underwear. Precum. Basinger was leaking precum onto his shorts, vibed and sexually aroused by the individual way Grandmaster Bear bound him to the chair, keeping him in place.Basinger was bewildered and alarmed, but no more so than when Grandmaster Bear positioned the apex 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 Bear would cast him out for that, but then, to his accomplish shock, Basinger observed as Grandmaster Bear took the apex of his wetted finger and positioned it in his mouth.The boy trembled, not knowing what the old boy was capable of, but finding himself unquestionably desperate to find out...
Added: 2023-10-07 • Views: 17 • Duration: 17:28