Date: Thu, 5 Aug 2021 12:19:07 +0000 (UTC) From: London TPE slave Subject: Unconditional Network Contracts Chapter 9 This is my first story on Nifty, which will continue to explore individual slave lives over several chapters. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. i'm slave david and can be contacted at: londontpeslave@yahoo.com i hope you enjoy the read. It would be great if you could make a donation towards Nifty. It would be really appreciated. Please go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html to help out. 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. Main characters in this chapter Masters and Alpha Men: Colin --Network Member & former criminal defendant of slave amal Grant -- Senior Network Recruiter Alex -- Senior Network Recruiter Sean -- Regional Network Master Cliff -- Network Tattooist Rob -- Skinhead Master and friend of Colin Subs and slaves: marcus -- New Network slave amal/fidvi -- New Network slave nick -- New Network slave luke --new slave recruit to Network dave -- new slave recruit to the Network Characters from previous Chapters: martin -- Network slave (chauffeur & pilot) callum -- Former Network slave sold to Nigerian Master Master Abayomrunkaoje -- Purchased slave callum for brothel Frank -- Master & owner of slave cum whore Tom -- Master & owner of slave lard Pete -- Network member Master Pedro -- Senior Network member Winston -- Network member & slave marcus's former colleague Simon -- Network member & slave callum's former altar server Carl -- Senior Network member & legal judge Khalid -- Network Surgeon Seamus -- Network member and owner of building firm Gabriel -- French Master and Network client Purple -- Network member & retired bishop jon -- Former Network slave sold to French Master Gabriel marcel -- French older slave cum whore (freddie) -- Owned slave of Master Frank Andy -- Chav friend of Colin lard (andy) -- Owned slave of Master Tom Unconditional Network Contracts Chapter 9 From Barrister to Boot Licker A month had passed since slave callum was purchased by a Nigerian Network Master to serve for life in his brothel. The other slaves had been kept very busy either being used by regular members at the Network centre or by being rented out to associate members for one to one sessions or group parties. slave luke had proved very popular and came into the Network as a reasonably experience sub slave. Unfortunately one of the regular health screening check ups, with a Network doctor, had shown that it had become infected with a minor sexual infection. It was now on medication to clear up the infection and had to wear a red t-shirt and shorts. This was to protect Network members as they knew that a slave wearing red meant that they shouldn't be fucked or played with. It was quite natural for many Masters and Alphas to fuck a slave on impulse with no warning and the last thing the Network wanted was for any Top men getting an infection from a slave. Many things had become natural for the slaves. Taking a cock down the throat or up the arse was completely normal and most of them were used several times a day. Drinking piss on tap was as natural as having a coffee or tea had been in their previous lives. Master Alex was preparing for a trip to Australia to meet the senior Network members in Sydney, Melbourne and Perth. He was due to be gone for nearly three weeks which was causing slave nick to feel a certain sadness. Since being enslaved nick had spent a considerable amount of time with Alex and had stayed at his large penthouse apartment, in Manchester, many times. Apart from serving Alex, who had been strict but never brutal with the slave, it also served many of Alex's friends. It would now have to live more like its slave brothers being rented out for use by whoever wanted to hire it. New slave and former police officer, dave, had been used continuously since signing up for Network slavery. Several Network clients loved the fact it had been in the police and requested it bring its former uniform with it so they could fuck and abuse it fully dressed as an officer. During its second weekend of slavery it was borrowed by its former Assistant Police Commissioner, who had helped with its enslavement process by raping it just after it signed the slavery contract. He had flown it with a group of BDSM friends to his villa in Greece. During the weekend it had been abused continuously by the five friends and returned to the Network centre battered, bruised and with a very stretched and sore arse. slave marcus was beginning to settle into its new life. It had found the transition to slavery the most challenging. It especially missed playing rugby and being a hirsute man as it was now kept shaved smooth by the Network. This was mainly done to keep it humiliated and to emphasise its complete lack of control including whether it had hair or not! Of all the relatively new slaves it was amal who had accepted its new destiny the best. It loved submitting to real men and especially the times it was used by Master Colin and his skinhead and chav mates. It really enjoyed humiliation and had grown to accept whatever people wanted to do to it. The Network was also delighted that the original "Missing Persons" searches for slave amal had been called off several weeks ago. Master Grant had made it watch a recording of its parents being interviewed on the BBC news. They believed their former son had travelled to Pakistan, their country of heritage. Its sobbing mother stated that they thanked the police and public but now believed that it was probably safe and out of the UK. If serious searches were continuing the Network would have had to sell the slave abroad but without them they could now sell it to a domestic client or Network member. To make it even better, for the Network, amal now looked very different with a completely shaved head and new clothing look. The public had been searching for a dark haired man not a skinhead in boots or trainers. To ensure that amal would never be discovered the Network's contacts, in various government departments, had begun to create a completely new identity for the slave including new name, passport and UK insurance details. amal would be renamed slave fidvi, an appropriate name meaning "one who is prepared to sacrifice himself". Even when it was told this the slave seemed to be pleased as it was another element to its rebirth as a plaything for real men and it could begin to forget its miserable previous life as a man. A couple of nights later Master Colin was having a drink with one of his long standing skinhead mates. Skin Master Rob hadn't been made aware of the slave Network that Colin was a member of but had often joined in with some of the sessions that Colin had planned. He was always amazed at how Colin seemed to be able to get his hands on such submissive subs that could be used to such extremes. Colin had in fact been speaking with Grant, Sean and Alex about the potential of bringing Rob into the Network. All agreed he could probably be trusted but no one was going to put the security of its operations at risk so a slow approach would be needed. Rob, as usual turned the conversation to chat about his numerous online and face to face slaves. He had access to several eager subs but had decided that he really wanted to live the reality of owning a full time slave that he could have 100% control over. Rob lived in Blackheath, a nice suburb of South East London. He owned a two bedroom apartment and had a reasonable job but had been looking to save money and move to a cheaper part of the country. A couple of years before a friend had told Rob about cash slaves and online sites related to cash slavery. At first he had been sceptical about using them but had very quickly realised that there were an enormous number of subs who liked to worship real men by sending them financial tributes. Rob had been very lucky to take virtual control of several such subs, a couple of which were in very high earning jobs. With little effort he had begun building up very large sums of cash from the financial slaves. Rob opened a new savings account and decided that he would use the cash slaves' tributes to save for his move to a larger home in the north of England. Master Colin wasn't at all surprised by the amount of control that his mate could have over the cash slaves. He suggested that Rob could use the money that he had saved to buy a permanent slave that he would then own and have complete control over. The two friends discussed this for some time and eventually Rob agreed that he would be happier owning a slave than relocating and only having irregular sessions with subs. He had become frustrated by the number of potential slaves that had too many commitments or limits or needs for him to take complete control of them. Colin told Rob that he knew some people who could arrange for him to meet some potential slaves that were available to buy. After another couple of drinks it was agreed that Colin would set up a virtual meeting for Rob to speak with his friends about slave ownership. The virtual meeting had gone very well indeed. Master Alex had joined from Perth and Sean and Grant from the Network centre. As trust grew between the Zoom meeting participants the Network members became more open about their ability to offer a range of slaves for Rob to consider buying. By the end of the meeting Master Sean suggested to Rob that he may be interested in becoming more involved in helping to identify potential new slaves. It was agreed that Colin, who had been on the meeting, would arrange one of his weekend sessions and that a selection of potential slaves would be used for Rob to consider. Due to bad weather Colin decided not to meet in the forest again so he agreed with another skinhead mate to use his very large home, complete with Dungeon, in north London. Grant and Colin had decided that slaves dave, amal (fidvi) and nick would be used for the weekend. slave marcus had already been hired out to a group of older tops who wanted entertainment at their dinner party that weekend. Apart from Rob, Colin had invited a few of his usual mates for a weekend of beer, food and slave use and abuse. The three slaves were all dressed appropriately for their assignment either in chav or skinhead gear. The owner of the property had a wet area, in the fully equipped dungeon, so the men decided that there would always be one slave on urinal duties. The slaves would be rotated every couple of hours and bound in the wet area with a fitted piss gag. As all the men were heavy drinkers the slaves would all consume several litres of piss during the weekend. By Saturday evening all three slaves had been played with and fucked, several times, by all the real men. Due to urinal duties they were all soaked and smelt of piss. Rob was used to taking part in Colin's weekends but he now knew that the slaves being used were all up for sale. This made events much more interesting for the tall Skin Master. Whilst he knew that there would be other slaves available he did check out the three present slaves and imagined what it would be like to own them. Colin and the other Network members had asked Rob not to let Colin's other mates know about their conversation about buying a slave. He certainly wasn't going to break their trust or his opportunity to purchase a permanent slave. slave nick was of most interest to Rob when the weekend started. He loved the natural submissiveness of the slave and its eagerness to be used by him and all the other men. nick was also a good bootlicker and had spent a couple of hours on Friday evening on its knees with its tongue worshipping Rob's 20 hole ox blood boots. The idea of owning and controlling nick for life kept Rob's large cock throbbing. Rob didn't like slave dave, the newest Network slave. He noticed some resistance whist he fucked it and it didn't seem as reverent when asked to worship and clean up his cock, covered in its arse juice and mucus. It was a great shame because dave had a good body and would make a great skinhead once a few modifications had been done. Never in all his life had Rob ever considered using non white subs or slaves so it was more of an after thought to use slave fidvi, now freshly renamed. Rob's first turn off was the fact that the slave had a full on, large erection. The eight inch monster, brown cock, couldn't be missed! Rob believed that cocks were only for real men and that a sub or slave should not get any pleasure from their own dicks. If he eventually owned a slave it would have to live in complete chastity for life and simply get pleasure from serving him and worshiping his own cock, boots and body. The only exception to that rule would be if he wanted to abuse the slave's cock or balls with needles, electro or beating from time to time. Rob had noticed fidvi on its knees following a fuck from Colin and one of the other men. It had cum dribbling from its hole but looked relaxed and contended. As there was another hour until it had to replace slave dave as the urinal Rob felt he may as well try it out. He grabbed it by its ears and pulled it across the floor to a seat where he sat with the slave at his booted feet. As Rob didn't expect to develop much interest in the slave he decided to simply get his cock out for a blow job. The newly named slave liked the look of the skinhead and instantly became transfixed by his large cock. The slave's dark brown eyes focussed on the vessel of manhood and breathed in the musky scent of the well built and fit man. Rob couldn't help but notice the admiration that the slave had for his tool and put a finger under its chin to raise its head. He then opened the slave's mouth and coughed up a large ball of spit which he aimed directly into the waiting orifice. slave fidvi, after only a few months of Network slavery, had not only learnt to accept a man's bodily fluids but actually craved them. The slave was in ecstasy and looked up longingly at Skin Master Rob. The top didn't think much of this and decided to see what the slave's mouth and throat skills were like. He told the slave to lick and worship his cock and said that he expected a good job. Rob was amazed! slave fidvi, with its hands behind its back gently licked the slit in Rob's engorged cock and then, very slowly licked in small circle movements down his foreskin whilst trying to get its tongue under it to lick the glans at the penis head. Rob was in ecstasy. The slave then moved down the shaft ensuring that every minuscule bit of the precious cock was adored. Before fidvi could get to worship the man's balls Rob was too over whelmed and told the slave to suck him properly. fidvi didn't need any further encouragement and immediately opened up its mouth and throat and went down on Rob's cock until its nose was buried in his pubic hair. Rob was startled by the swift action and within a split second it felt like his manhood was enveloped in pure gossamer. What was more surprising was that the slave didn't at any point gag or show discomfort as the cock invaded its throat. Luckily the slave had very quickly learnt to relax, when taking a cock, allowing it to provide service with little or no gag reflex. In all his 51 years Rob had never experienced such a wonderful blow job and for a while he even ignored the fact that it was being provided by an Asian slave. For over ten minutes slave fidvi bobbed up and down on Rob and very nearly brought him to climax. Not wanting to cum Rob pushed the slave away and bent it over so that he could use its seeping arse hole. Absolutely no lube was required with so much cum already in the slave's hole. Rob rammed into the slave with a raging passion. The slave returned every single thrust by pushing back to ensure that its hole was filled with the precious cock. Rob looked down at his cock as it thrust in and out of the brown, hairless hole, and couldn't fathom why he was enjoying fucking an Asian so much. He had no intention of cumming until later that night but just as he was thinking of pulling out slave fidvi used all its strength to clamp down on the invading cock. This immediately sent Rob into a frenzy of lust and spasm as he filled the slave up from his full balls. It took a couple of minutes for Rob to stop shaking and all the while slave fidvi used its arse muscles to massage every last drop of cum out of Rob's cock. When Rob did finally pull out, from the squelchy hole, the slave immediately turned around and positioned itself under the drooping and very messy cock to service it. Rob was again astonished and allowed fidvi to clean him up. This was again completed expertly and reverently. All of the other men had also considered slave fidvi to be the best of the three although all enjoyed fucking and using all three. The remainder of the weekend had continued well and Sunday evening the three slaves were returned to the Network centre exhausted and full of cum and piss. Surprisingly all three felt a real sense of brotherhood and were happy that none of them had provided a bad service for any of the men. Once all the skinhead and chav friends of Colin had left and gone home, Colin suggested that he should have a pint and another chat with Rob. They thanked the host for the venue and headed into a local town for a beer. Colin was amazed to hear from his mate of nearly 20 years that he had found slave fidvi to be the best of the three. He was even more shocked to learn that he was considering buying it. Unfortunately Master Abayomrunkaoje in Nigeria had been in contact during the weekend and was interested in buying slave fidvi for his brothel to work alongside slave callum. He had been shocked to hear that there was no longer a slave amal for sale but an identical one called fidvi was available. The African Master was offering over two hundred thousand pounds for the purchase and this would easily surpass the available funds of Master Rob. Colin thought it was important to check out what Rob could afford. Sadly his savings, from cash slaves, only amounted to just under one hundred thousand pounds. This wouldn't be enough to sway the Network to sell but he had an idea. Colin asked Rob to be honest about why he was so interested in buying slave fidvi. He was again shocked at the response. Rob had never been served so well in all the years he had been serviced by subs. He had decided that it would be cool to have a permanent Asian slave that could be in his complete and utter control. Rob had also loved its arse and mouth skills and felt he could transform it into a full skinhead slave, even though that would be very unusual. Colin had loads of money from his work with the network, especially entrapping potential slaves. He had gained enormous sums from the sale of slaves' assets and decided to make an offer to Rob. Within another hour of chatting and beers, with the customers of the bar oblivious to the fact that the two skinheads were talking about buying another human, they made an agreement, subject to Network approval. Rob would buy slave fidvi for ninety thousand pounds but backed by sixty thousand pounds from Master Colin. Obviously if this was agreed Rob would fully own slave fidvi but he would agree to lend it out to Colin and other Network members from time to time for similar events like the past weekend. Most such events Rob would probably attend anyway so he saw no problem with the potential arrangement and was so hoping to buy the slave. The senior Network members agreed the plan and felt that Skin Master Rob could become a proper member of the organisation. Rob was invited to the Network centre for the first time and was startled by the extent of the worldwide Network activities. He signed an agreement of complete confidentiality which had a proviso that if he ever broke it he would be found out and dealt with. He reassured Grant, Sean and Alex that he could be trusted fully and that he could work to entice new slaves and would use his new slave to help with this. Colin had already paid his contribution into the main Network overseas account so it only remained for Rob to transfer all his savings, built up from his cash slaves, over to the Network. He did this very happily and became the owner of slave fidvi. Once the transaction had processed everyone shook hands and Rob became a full Network member and recruiter. Masters Sean and Grant were pleased to recruit him as they knew that Master Alex may soon leave them. After all the formal agreements were made Master Grant took Rob into the lounge area of the centre to meet and pick up his new purchase. The room was filled with all the main slaves and luke was being fucked by Cliff, the local Network tattooist. He had been in the area and needed to use a slave. slave luke had just been given the all clear by the Network doctor so was available for use again. Rob loved the fact that these slaves could just be used as and when a top wanted to and he was now part of this world. slave fidvi was enviously watching luke being used when the men walked in. Rob walked directly over to it and immediately noticed its adoring eyes. He told fidvi that it was now fully owned by him for life and that they would have a good life together. He then passionately kissed his new purchase. fidvi was surprised as this was the first kiss it had had since one from its mother many months before. The slave had never opened its mouth wider to allow the probing tongue of its new Master enter and explore its mouth and teeth. Whilst fidvi knew that its new owner could do anything to it in the time ahead it was confident that its life would be happier than its former slave brother, callum, in a brothel in Nigeria. Rob watched the tattooist as he fucked luke and realised he could use his new slave as and when so he unzipped his bleachers and got his meaty cock out and inserted into fidvi's waiting mouth and throat. The slave was performing as good as always and especially wanted to bring pleasure to its new owner. Rob was in awe that a throat could feel so good and he pumped in and out of the velvety hole. It wasn't long until slave luke was being filled with several streams of Cliff's semen and the heavy breathing tattooist grinned and slapped the slave's arse as he pulled out and presented his slimy tool to luke to clean up. Rob had an idea so pulled out of fidvi's mouth and went to chat to Cliff about a request he had. Cliff agreed something with Rob, pulled up his chinos and headed to his car to pick up his tools. Rob had decided that he should make his mark on his new slave immediately and it was convenient that the tattooist was at the centre. When cliff returned he told fidvi that he was going to have a "Skinhead" tattoo on its lower back so that it would officially join the skinhead brotherhood. Cliff had agreed with Rob to do this in large white letters which would match Rob's own black lettered tattoo, which he had done when he was 17. Cliff explained that because of Asian skin pigmentation the tattoo would probably have to be redone a couple of times during the next few months to make sure that the white lettering remained prominent. Once Cliff had completed his work Rob took a picture of the tattoo and showed it to fidvi on his phone. The slave was delighted with it and was feeling very happy to belong to this tall, sexy skinhead Master. Then without much warning Rob announced that they should head back to London to start their new Master/slave life. Rob allowed fidvi time to say goodbye to its slave brothers whilst he was having a final chat with Masters Sean, Grant and Cliff. He told his slave that it may see some of them again in the near future. This reassured fidvi as it liked the idea of still being able to see the other slaves and indeed the Network Masters, especially Colin that it had served and got to know. Cliff offered to drop them at the local station so they headed off. slave fidvi settled into its new life immediately and worshiped everything to do with its new owner. Rob had started by introducing a domestic rota for cleaning and maintaining the apartment. He liked to keep fidvi in gear so most of its time it was either wearing skin gear or rubber bondage gear. fidvi learned very quickly and discovered the joys of wearing masks and gimp suits, being put in long term bondage and having its nipples and body played with and abused. On day one its dick had been permanently locked into chastity and Rob had explained that it would never play with it again for the rest of its life as it would now only get pleasure from servicing his real cock. Obviously Rob wanted to protect his new slave so he would ensure that it had supervised cleaning time and he would make it orgasm via a good prostrate probing every couple of weeks to keep it healthy. fidvi had been privately concerned about the enforced chastity but very quickly enjoyed the fact that it was always sexually motivated and this made it focus more on its owner's needs. Rob wanted to get the most from his new slave so apart from using it to take care of all his domestic, sexual and fetish needs he decided that he could make money from it. He arranged with a close friend for it to get a decent part time job in his organisations. The slave would be providing high level administrative and accounts work which had a good salary. Rob arranged with his friend to get the slave's salary paid directly into his account. This would cover the slave's food, clothing and much more on top allowing Rob to make some profit from its work. He also set up a fetish profile for it on a couple of gay BDSM sites with the intention of hiring fidvi out for domestic or sexual service. This would also bring in additional cash for Rob who would be able to be less dependent on his cohort of online cash slaves. fidvi saw it as its duty to earn money for its owner and was very happy heading off to an office three times a week. It had felt strange at first to wear relatively normal smart casual clothes but if that was what was needed to carry out the job and fit in it was happy to do what was necessary to earn money for Rob. Most days Rob's business friend, who owned the organisation, would call fidvi into his office and fuck it. He was paying Rob an agreed twenty pounds per fuck which added to the value of owning the slave. Both Rob and fidvi hadn't been happier. Rob wanted to ensure that his slave was healthy in mind and body so would often chat to it and ask it questions about how it was feeling. It became clear, very early on, that the slave was settled, happy and content. Even more importantly it worshiped its owner and put him above anything else. This was something that the Skin Master had wanted for years. One evening when fidvi returned from work Rob was unpacking a new rimming box. Rob had decided to treat himself to some new play equipment as the slave's first salary had just been paid to his bank account. As usual fidvi got onto its knees to worship Rob's boots. It spent a great deal of its time polishing, licking or simply worshiping Rob's numerous pairs of boots. Luckily it had gained much experience as a boot licker whilst being used by Colin and his other mates. Rob waited until the ritual was completed by the slave kissing the toes of each boot and then instructed it to strip and put on a rubber body suit. The slave immediately stripped, folded its clothes and put them away. It stood naked apart from its small and very tight chastity cage. Rob handed it the suit that he wanted the slave to wear. Once it had slid into it Rob gave it a rubber mask for its head which had a big opening for the slave's mouth. He then put it into the new rimming box and secured fidvi in place so that it couldn't move anything other than its mouth and tongue. Rob had waited all day for this and undid his jeans and pulled them down off his boots. His cock was very hard but this wasn't to be worshipped on this occasion. He then sat down on the rimming box, pulling his muscled buttocks apart. Within a second he felt the probing tongue of his property delving into his sweaty arse hole. Rob was going to savour this moments and his ecstasy was only matched by that of the encased slave working below him.