CHAPTER THIRTEEN-2
It had been excruciatingly painful when Caleb had entered him. He felt raw and - humiliatingly - as if he badly needed to s**t, which made him clench his cheeks which, in turn, made Caleb’s thrusting all the more painful. Caleb wanted to go on and on forever, without any wish to come. There was no lust in it, only power. Caleb paused. They could hear voices outside. A couple of members, perhaps three, on their way to some task in the fields or at the other barn or to building work on The Temple. Matthew could make out no more than the hum of conversation. Not a tone that might have told him who they were or what they were saying. They were both silent, motionless. The members passed. During the stillness, the pain had begun to subside, he had relaxed. He sensed that Caleb could feel the
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