Giles was busy unpacking a small chest. "Xander be a good lad and gather some wood for a big fire" directed Giles" Ohhhh, I love fires but we forgot t...e marshmallows" chirped Willow" There will be no time for snacking" said Giles"Gee get a load of Mr. Serious" joked BuffyAfter thirty minutes a fire was prepared. It was large and warm. The friends gathered around it and soon found they did not need to wear their light jackets. Buffy was wearing a sleeveless turtleneck sweater and tight jeans.. I couldn't move even if I'd wanted to now, and anyway the discomfort of her pulling at my hair only made my delight in her climax even stronger, because it told me how much pleasure she was getting from it.When she did come it was so powerful it was like an earthquake had struck. She called out loudly, her pelvis jerked and shuddered, her fingers tore at my hair and her legs came up to wrap around my head and shoulders, pinning me to her pussy. I never knew anyone could come that strongly. I. Each of the two boys who were to be initiated into manhood had to kill with their bare hands, a small deer- like animal no taller than a small dog. To Vincent who was watching from the confinement of the slaves' quarters, it was unnecessary cruelty. When both animals were dead at last, they set them to roast over a fire that had been especially prepared for this purpose.Each boy was given a leather necklace, and then Haski himself decorated their weapons as well as their faces. Once this. It was, faggot this, and queer that - or pussy, bitch, sissy, punk! Those pejoratives became instilled in me as adjectives never to be aimed at me and to be avoided at all costs.Naturally, when you are born male, but your body, your nature, exposes you as suspect, you will occasionally have these epithets aimed your way. Your job is to - violently if necessary - reject them. This becomes more difficult after puberty, when your physical appearance fails to keep pace with most of your male.