Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2021 12:53:57 +0000
From: londontpeslave@gmail.com
Subject: Unconditional Network Contracts - Chapter 1

This is my first story on Nifty, which will develop over several chapters.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and contains elements of sexual gay
S&M and consensual slavery.  If you are offended by such subjects or it is
illegal in your jurisdiction please do not continue reading.  The author
does not condone any illegal activity and believes that S&M relationships
should be fully consensual.

Characters in this chapter

Masters & Dominants:
Colin -- Criminal defendant (affiliated Network member)
Grant -- Senior Network member
Simon -- Father Callum's adult alter server
Alex -- Senior Network member

Subs:
Marcus -- Rugby playing school teacher
Amal -- Barrister
Father Callum -- Priest
Nick -- Builder

Unconditional Network Contracts
Chapter 1 Boring Lives

Marcus looked at his well built, hairy body in the changing room mirror.
As he admired his well developed muscles he noticed some of the other rugby
players heading into the showers behind him. This was one of the highlights
of his week in an otherwise mundane life and he always had to avoid getting
an erection at this point because he would have to head in to wash himself
with his ultra straight team mates.  Oh how he wished he could go in and
get on his knees and worship some of their cocks but, as usual, he would
wash, dress, chat about the match they had just won and head home to look
at porn and have a lonely wank.  Marcus was paranoid about his real self
getting to the school were he was currently teaching. Tonight he might go
back into the chat room, that he had found the week before, and try and
find the dominant guy who had suggested a whole new world of sex, fun and
escape. Obviously nothing would come of it but it was fun to chat.

Amal was into the second hour of the court session.  He hated defending
scum, however good looking, that he believed to be guilty but it was his
job.  The only added bonus was that he fancied the defendant who was a well
built skinhead, called Colin, who looked as hard as nails. As the judge
twittered, on and on, he fantasised about his client bending him over and
fucking the life out of him.  Unfortunately that was very unlikely to
happen especially as he was expecting the judge to send him to prison for
at least a few years.  Amal stared at the rugged features of the tall
skinhead and wondered what he would look like naked.  He was so engrossed
in his thoughts that he didn't realise that the sentence was about to be
given.  To his surprise and everyone else in the court room Colin was given
an unconditional discharge meaning he was free to go, apparently on the
grounds that he hadn't been convicted in the past and was of value to the
community. Outside of the courtroom Colin made a line for Amal and hugged
him and thanked him for all his help and support.  Amal felt his cock
twitching under his gowns and held onto Colin for longer than what would be
deemed professional.  To his surprise Colin asked if he could buy Amal a
drink.  This would be wrong on both professional and religious grounds but
Amal thought why not and said that he would be right back after he had
disrobed.

Father Callum was coming to the end of Mass.  He stared at Simon, the 20
year old alter server, with lustful eyes and got a knowing grin back.
Callum was feeling full of guilt.  How could he have allowed himself to be
fucked the week before by one of his congregation, especially an alter
server? His life long desire to submit should have been fulfilled when he
left his banking job and trained for the priesthood.  He had taken a vow of
celibacy and had fallen when, after a drunken session, Simon had come on to
him, when they were meant to be preparing rotas for parish services, one
evening in his adjoining house to the church.  He had never had sex and
felt that by devoting himself to the church he would be offering a complete
submission.  Unfortunately ordination didn't fulfil his desires and
submitting to the church hadn't fulfilled his true, deep down desires, to
completely submit on another level. Callum had been shocked, after several
bottles of wine with Simon, the alter server reached over and started
kissing him and then fondled his cock through his black trousers. Within
minutes Callum was experiencing his first fuck and the pain and pleasure
was something magical that he had never felt possible.  In shock after and
with the alter server's cum seeping out of his initiated hole they hugged
and chatted.  Callum lost all sense of caution and told Simon that he
needed more regular sex and that his desire, since being a young boy was to
submit to powerful men.  Simon hugged him and fingered his hole and made
the priest clean his fingers.  He told Callum that he could put him in
touch with some friends who could make all his dreams come true.  Father
Callum took a number from Simon and made him swear that he would never tell
anyone about the incident as he would be thrown out of the church.  Simon
reassured him and encouraged him to call his contact, on the card that he
had given him.

Nick was finishing another plastering job.  He had felt horny all Friday
afternoon thinking about the sex he could have that night or over the
weekend.  He never wore underwear at work as he liked to "free ball" in his
trackie bottoms but it did sometimes cause a problem trying to hide his
bulge from his mostly straight building mates.  No way was he spending
another Friday evening in a local bar listening to them chatting up "birds"
and "tarts" to fuck.  If he had his way he would be in one of the slings in
the North London Cruising Club getting his holes filled with cum. Nick
wanted to escape from his life.  He had married a woman when he was in his
early twenties because he had felt it was the "normal" thing to do.  The
marriage lasted less than a year because he hated having sex with her and
spent so many evenings behind her back getting his own cunt fucked.  He was
just pleased that the few times he had fucked her that she didn't get
pregnant because he would have hated the ties of supporting children when
he just wanted to be free.  As it was Friday the building team were
finishing early to head to the pub.  Nick cleaned up and said he was going
to do his own thing this week, whilst trying to cover up the massive bulge
in his tight, plaster and paint stained, trackie bottoms.

On the way home Marcus decided to forget about healthy eating and popped
into his local chicken shop to pick up spicy chicken wings and fries to go
with the eight cans of lager he had bought in the supermarket.  Once home
he stripped down to the jock strap he had worn for the earlier rugby match
and streamed some bareback gang bang porn, via his TV. With one hand he
snacked on the chicken wings whilst with the other he logged onto the chat
room he had had so much fun on. To his surprise and delight he was quickly
contacted by Master Grant.  The chat was free and easy but it was evident
that Master Grant was digging for more information about Marcus.  Thinking
he had nothing to lose Marcus decided to open up and told the unknown cyber
man about his darkest sexual desires especially his need to serve other
men.  He was very honest about how bored he was of life at present and that
his real sexual experience was limited.  After over an hour of chatting,
and several beers, Master Grant asked Marcus if he would ever consider
giving up his current life and escaping into a world of sex and servitude
without ever having to worry about normal work, bills or the mundane day to
day life that he had stated he was living.  With all caution to the wind
Marcus felt why not? He told the stranger that he craved that but obviously
couldn't stop working and had to be careful about his teaching job.  By now
Marcus had forgotten about the, long since, cold chicken, and had a finger
probing his tight hole.  Master Grant suggested they exchange numbers so
that they could chat easier off line.  Little did Marcus know that this
action would change his destiny.

The pub was very busy when Colin and Amal walked in.  Colin insisted on
buying Amal a drink and returned with four pints to avoid having to wait at
the bar again too soon. Amal wasn't used to drink and his family looked
down on any alcohol consumption but that was nothing compared to how they
would react if they knew of his love of men and their cocks.  Colin could
tell that Amal was hiding something and could see the lust in his eyes and
bulge in his suit trousers.  Amal had absolutely no idea that Colin was
planning this encounter even before his trial had started.  By the time
they had consumed four pints Amal was feeling quite drunk and was losing
all his normal strictly controlled inhibitions.  He was quite openly
feeling his cock though his trousers and looking Colin in the eyes. Colin
thought this was his chance so he put his hand discretely onto Amal's
bulge.  As the pub was so crowded nobody noticed as the two of them began
feeling each other up.  After two more beers Colin suggested that Amal go
back to his flat where they could be more private.  Once in the security of
Colin's flat Amal was like a teenager on heat and within minutes was naked
with Colin's nine inches ploughing his rarely used hole.  Amal was in bliss
and groaned in pain and ecstasy as Colin took out all the frustrations of
his day in court by violently fucking him until his cum burst into his
arse.  Colin wasn't satisfied and pulled out, grabbled Amal by the hair and
forced his drooling cock into Amal's throat for a clean up.  Colin was
surprised at the natural submissiveness of Amal and hoped he would be an
ideal candidate to meet Master Grant and the wider Network.

Master Grant hadn't been surprised when Father Callum had called him.
Simon, his Network contact, was an alter server at Callum's church and had
prepared Grant to expect a call and filled him in on Father Callum's need
for submission to men.  Father Callum certainly wouldn't be the first
Minister of Religion to pass through the Network searching for a carefree
sexual life.  It was important for Grant to make Callum feel relaxed and
non committal at first but hopefully early chats would lead to face to face
meetings.  These would be followed by some inductions and training and once
a slavery contract was signed and witnessed another submissive man would
enter the world of the Network.  Grant himself had got involved in the
network about 10 years before, as a dominant affiliate member.  As trust
had built up between him and the senior network members his role, within
the worldwide Network, increased substantially and now he was one of five
UK recruiters of potential slaves.  He always found it funny when potential
slaves worried about disappearing from their jobs and contacts to enter a
new life of submission and servitude.  Most didn't realise that over
275,000 people vanish every year in the UK and 55,000 are never found.  He
smiled to himself when he thought about the number of men that the Network
helped to "vanish" believing in fantasies of non stop sex and serving
wealthy men.  Well that was part of the marketing and selling he used to
attract potential men into slavery.  The Network was operating in most
countries and jurisdictions of the world and was surprisingly large in some
of the more oppressive nations.  It existed to recruit consensual,
contracted men, to be slaves.  Once a contract was signed by the individual
men they were owned by the network and used and sold according to the
Network member's needs and desires.  That could be anything from a butler
or personal assistant to sex, toilet or pain slave and sometimes a mixture
of all.  The network also provided slaves to many underground brothels
especially in some of the less sexually tolerant nations. The senior
Network officials were pleased that, in all the years it had existed, only
two slaves had ever tried to escape after they had signed up to slavery.
Both were caught by Network affiliates within a day of trying to leave and
both regretted it!

Grant chatted to the very nervous Callum, who had no idea that Grant
already knew he was a parish priest and was friends with Simon, the alter
server who had seduced him and taken his virginity.  Grant asked Callum why
he was calling and after a long pause Callum said that someone he knew had
suggested that by calling the number he could have a new and exciting life.
Obviously it was far too early for Grant to be open about sexual slavery or
the Network but it was a promising point to begin discussions.  Hopefully a
few chats, over a couple of weeks, would lead to a real time meet and stage
two of the enslavement process.  Less than one in 10 men, at this initial
stage, ended up signing a contract and joining the Network but all the
preparation was worth it for the 10 percent.

Nick had gone to the cruising club very early and for the first two hours
had only sucked off two old guys but at least he had given them some
pleasure.  Unfortunately after cumming both had gone back to the cloakroom,
dressed and gone home.  He had now been naked in the sling for nearly 30
minutes and was beginning to wonder if going out with his builder mates
would have actually been more fun! Before getting in the sling he had
stripped out of his tracksuit and trainers and put them under the sling to
save the money it would have cost to check them into the cloakroom.  He was
now suspended in the sling in just his yellow football socks and tight cock
ring.  Eventually another older guy walked towards the sling and Nick hoped
for a good fuck and first load of the evening but the guy just wanted to
avoid walking to the toilet and pointed his flaccid cock at Nick and gave
him his very acrid piss.  That didn't bother Nick who tried to raise up his
head to try and get some of the strong smelling fluid into his mouth.  The
piss scene encouraged others to come and watch and before long a crowd of
men were taking it in turns to fuck Nick's hole. Nick was in heaven and
whilst many guys didn't offload up him several did and he could feel the
spent cum running from his hole down the sling creating a pool of sticky
juice under his lower back.  By now Nick was pleased he was in the sling
serving men and not in the straight pub with his boring work mates. Several
men decided just to piss over him and one spotted his clothes under the
sling and simply pointed his cock towards them soaking them completely.  It
wouldn't be the first time Nick would go home soaked and stinking of piss
on the train. After about two hours of being rammed and filled with cum
Nick got out of the sling and wandered to the bar, with a pile of sodden
clothes in his arms and cum dripping off his body and out of his hole.  The
early wait for custom had been worth it. He bought a pint and saw a guy
staring at him.  He said hello to the man who remained silent but put a
couple of fingers up his dripping hole and then removed them and fed him
some of the cum.  Nick licked off the cum and automatically said "Thank You
Sir" to the unknown man.  The Network member still didn't respond but kept
using his fingers to feed cum from Nick's arse to his mouth.

Over the next couple of weeks Master Grant and his Network colleague,
Master Alex, who was another recruiter for the Network, in the London area,
had spoken to over 30 men claiming to want to have a new life and escape to
a world of sex and submission.  Most were quickly dropped as they either
just wanted a phone wank or seemed too dangerous to enslave due to their
very high national profile.  Alex had already met Nick at the gay Cruise
club and after several nights of fucking and dominating him had started the
process of leading him into slavery. Nick had shared everything about his
failed marriage and his hatred of building work everyday with his straight
colleagues and then escaping for anonoymous sex in clubs and saunas.  He
had already phoned his building company, on two occasions, making out he
was sick because Alex had assured him that if he took up his offer for a
new life his normal work wouldn't matter any more.

Grant had been confident about four of the men he had been "mentoring"
being drawn towards the next stages of slavery but a wonderful, good
looking sub, met a dominant Master, a week before stage two of the process
and decided his life would be fulfilled by moving in with him.  Whether
that was the right choice or not would never be known.  Grant was still
happy he had a priest, barrister and school teacher who had confirmed that
they wanted to take the next step into a potential new life.

Marcus, Amal, Callum and Nick were all to have separate appointments with
the Network, at discrete locations, to learn about the life chaging
opportunities available to them.