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Austin kok sat expectactantly, wondering with intensive anticipation what milking chaps would ask him. Entrance into the wasn’t guaranteed, and basinger knew that it would require greater quantity than just a sunny smile and a delightful personality. Basinger had always shoved himself to be the superlatively good, wanting to be seen as capable and reliable especially by his mature mentors. He knew the masons offered him a chance to prove himself and be accepted into a bigger fraternity of males much like himself. Of course, like everything else, this chab did his most good to prepare for the defiance and come with a meaty, assured presentation. But one time that guy saw milking chaps, his fortitude was shaken. The tall, attractive mature chap stood a solid foot taller than the youthful initiate. He had a stern yet not unwelcoming appearance, reinforced by the good white costume that guy wore. He was practically like an archangel, delivering a message of warning and caution. Basinger felt this chab should tread lightly, not wanting to frustrate his interviewer, but unfathomable down, that guy discovered himself distracted by the way that guy looked at him. The questions started effortless at 1st. Information about 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 milking studs began to ask him about his sexuality. The aged fellow didn’t come out directly and ask him if this chab was homosexual, but that guy hinted at the idea by asking if he’d ever been attracted to studs. Basinger felt like this was a trap, one this guy had to avoid at all costs in order to receive what that guy wanted. He denied any such feelings, knowing full well that this guy was in that very pont of time trying to suppress his arousal to the questioner. Milking chaps was no fool, however. He knew that basinger was hiding smth. He could watch the subtle ways in which basinger would steal glances at his body, eyeing the space betwixt his haunches, even parting his lips ever so slightly as if in thought about what that spot concealed. Wolf knew this chab had to put basinger to the test. He said him to remove his raiment, leaving just his sheer, white underclothes on. Basinger was embarrassed and reluctant at 1st, but wolf’s words were delivered with such authority, basinger was compelled to comply. And of course, basinger was unexpectedly cheerful to do so. Wolf could watch that basinger was sporting a marvelous substantial member under his sheer underclothes. The thin white fabric draped delicately over an attractive size of manhood sprouting upward. Austin kok didn’t know what to do, knowing that any objection could put his position in the order in jeopardy. So that guy went along with milking men’s instructions, answering his questions and sitting still in patience. Tied the juvenile man’s hands behind his back, basinger knew the interview was taking a direction this guy had not prepared for. He’d heard rumors of the mad various rituals and ceremonies the masons performed, but this chab 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 greater quantity aligned with occupational pursuits and tradecraft. But as basinger’s assumptions began to shatter, this chab saw a darksome spot appear on the cloth covering his jock. It was a petite, moist droplet forming against the white material of the underclothing. Precum. Basinger was dripping precum onto his shorts, stimulated and aroused by the private way milking males bound him to the chair, keeping him in place. Basinger was constrained and alarmed, but no greater amount so than when milking guys placed the tip of his lengthy, meaty finger down on the spot, catching the liquid on his skin and gently pulling it away in a silky, thin string. Austin kok didn’t know if wolf would cast him out for that, but then, to his complete shock, basinger watched as milking chaps took the tip of his wetted finger and placed it in his face hole. The lad trembled, not knowing what the mature stud was capable of, but finding himself unquestionably despairing to discover out
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