At Isaiah.His father mouthed something but no sound came out. The butcher’s boy, who had been chasing a hoop down the lane, let it roll from his fingers as he backed away.Isaiah saw it all. Gay porn Did you keep the company of boys your age?”Isaiah’s glance was sharp. His chest rose, slowly, deeply and restrained.And then—He stepped back.The cold air rushed in between them like breath after drowning.“Come, boy,” he said, voice returned to form. The soft plane of the stomach tapering into hips no cassock could cleanse.. Not just his voice in your ear.””Come now, boy,” Thaddeus growled, not waiting for Isaiah to catch up.Isaiah hesitated, stealing one last glance over his shoulder. “Be careful, Isaiah.”Isaiah held his ground. He wore only his dark clerical shirt, sleeves rolled back. “We are nearly at the village.”The village unfolded from the trees like a secret unwrapped too quickly—its crooked rooftops kissed by chimney smoke, its stone paths dappled with frost. “The path you follow… leads to suffering.”“I suffer so that others might be spared.”Isaiah stepped closer, voice low.
