Group of Moroccans subdue me: Mohammed

He lived in a peripheral neighborhood of Barcelona, very diverse with a lot of immigration, especially Moroccan.

Whenever he went out or headed to the metro, he would cross paths with a group of Moroccans who lived in his same building, and as he passed by, due to his effeminate behavior, they would always throw some words like "maricona" or "que culito" while touching their package, he practically couldn't contain his excitement and that excited them.

One day he got out of the metro and, as usual, they were on their usual bench, and the leader of the group, named Mohammed, a typical Moroccan alpha male, very handsome, 1.85 meters tall, with a gym body and typical tight-fitting sportswear, threw his usual "mira la maricona" while spitting on the ground and touching his cock to reaffirm his masculinity, his total virility, and therefore his absolute superiority over him, he was born to serve men like him, he knew it from the deepest part of his interior and it seemed that Mohammed also knew.

He thought that this occasion would be, as usual, the typical ritual between males to reaffirm their masculinity in front of an effeminate man, but this time it didn't just stop at a simple insult...

He lowered his head, tried not to look them in the eye, and walked by as usual, but Mohammed started following him while the rest of the group laughed.

- Eh, maricona, I'm talking to you, Mohammed said, following him.

He didn't pay attention to him and entered the building running, but Mohammed also lived there and entered, and stood a few centimeters away from him.

When he arrived, the first thing he did was give him a slap, it was very strong, almost knocking him to the ground.

- This is for ignoring me, you bitch faggot.

Then he hit him again on the other cheek, this one made him fall to the ground.

- And this one is for being a faggot, haha.

Mohammed was wearing completely tight-fitting suspenders that marked his pectorals and his entire muscular body, and some very tight PSG pants that marked his large package and his macho ass.

He, being skinny as he was, 19 years old, Mohammed must have been around 22, and having never set foot in a gym in his life, he had no chance.

Although he felt hurt and humiliated, the situation turned him on incredibly.

Mohammed looked at him lying on the ground and spat in his face, then grabbed him by the neck, very hard, and slowly lifted him up. When he reached his height, he said:

- Open your mouth, he opened it and spat in his mouth.

- Swallow, he obeyed.

- Good bitch, he gave him a small slap on the cheek, but he shuddered thinking he was going to hit him, Mohammed laughed at that.

- I'm going to tell you what's going on and what's going to happen from now on, he made him kneel down to the height of his cock.

- From now on, you'll be my bitch, and you'll do w...