Group of Moroccans subdue me II

The day finally arrived. I presented myself at 14:00, nervously knocking on the door, and it was Mohammed who opened it, greeting me with a "hello, bitch". In the narcopiso they occupied, all the boys I already knew but would introduce later were seated, watching television, most of them shirtless, in underwear, or in sports clothes; the entire house reeked of semen, sweat, and testosterone. All the boys started insulting me, some in Spanish and others in Arabic. Eventually, Mohammed put me on my knees and placed his penis, which was visible in his pants, in my face.

"You've seen the boys, from now on, we're your masters, and you have to serve us as we want, is that clear, faggot?" he asked while slapping me.

"Yes, my master," I replied, as they all burst into laughter while insulting me.

"Good bitch," he said, opening my mouth and spitting inside; I obediently swallowed it, assuming that was the master's greeting to the slave.

"Good, now I'll introduce you to your new owners."

He took me to the couch, grabbing my hair, and as I walked on all fours, he took me to the crotch of a boy who told me his name was Omar. He made me smell his crotch and rub my face against his package. Then, Omar made me open my mouth and spat inside; as I swallowed, he slapped me. I assumed this would be the initiation ritual that would be repeated with all the boys... and so it was: Omar, Hamza, Ahmed, Youssef, Rachid, Hassan, Tahar... a total of eight Moroccan males.

Finally, with my face completely red and my mouth tasting like spit, Mohammed told me, "Take off your clothes, bitch." I obeyed, removing my shirt, shoes, pants, etc. When I was naked, I saw how they all looked at me with a mixture of satisfaction and contempt. Mohammed took out a tiny chastity device and told me to put it on.

"Now your pleasure belongs to us; you've never been a real man, you don't deserve to have a cock, faggot!" he said, slapping me again while the rest laughed and insulted me.

"It looks good on the little bitch," Ahmed said.

Mohammed took out a medium-sized anal plug with a pink stone at the end. "On all fours, bitch," he said. I immediately got into position, feeling the cold lubricant in my anus and the plug being inserted into my ass. It made me very horny, but my cock couldn't get hard; it was a very strange sensation. Finally, the plug went in with a thrust, and Mohammed gave me a strong slap on the ass. "This is how you should feel, penetrated 24 hours a day, so you remember what you are." He told me to say I liked feeling penetrated. "I love feeling penetrated, my master," I said. I saw satisfaction and, for the first time, pride in my submissive surrender in his eyes. On the faces of the rest of the group, there was even surprise; some had stopped laughing and started touching themselves, openly excited. "Good bitch," he said and went into a room, leaving me alone with the rest. I felt insecure wit...