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.
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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.
Apologies for the delay in writing this chapter. Hopefully following chapters will appear every week to 10 days.
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 Pete -- Network member Cliff -- Network Tattooist Frank -- Master & owner of slave cum whore Tom -- Master & owner of slave lard Andy -- Chav friend of Colin
Subs and slaves: marcus -- New Network slave amal -- New Network slave callum -- New Network slave nick -- New Network slave cum whore (freddie) -- Owned slave of Master Frank lard (andy) -- Owned slave of Master Tom luke -- slave in Manchester club
Characters from previous Chapters: Master Pedro -- Senior Network member Sean -- Regional Network Master 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 martin -- Network slave (chauffeur & pilot) Gabriel -- French Master and Network client Purple -- Network member & retired bishop jon -- Former Network slave sold to French Master Gabriel marcel -- French older slave
Unconditional Network Contracts Chapter 7 slaves Out & About
Master Pete was looking forward to getting slave callum to the large rented property that he had hired for the weekend. His friends were already settled into the six bedroom, secluded, house and had started drinking. During the drive Pete had decided to make the slave nervous by relating stories of previous weekends and detailing some of the S&M activities that his friends had used on frightened slaves. The Network did lay down specific instructions to men who rented out slaves. No permanent body modifications could be performed without prior agreement and any marks had to be minor and should heal within about ten days. This allowed for quite severe beatings, minor cigarette burns, use of extreme temperatures (hot or cold) sensory deprivation and, of course, forced ingestion of piss or scat. Pete told callum that his friends had paid good money to use it for a couple of days and that Master Grant wanted a full report of any weaknesses or failures on the slave's part. He reminded callum that if it tried to escape that the electronic tag, now deeply embedded in its shoulder, would immediately be tracked and it would be picked up and made to suffer so much that it would rather be dead. slave callum listened to the lecture but was wondering why this sadist would expect a barefooted slave, wearing revealing rubber shorts and vest, would wish to be found in public. slave callum was still too inexperienced to know of the humiliating dress codes that some Masters forced on slaves in public settings. Master Pete got off on causing such humiliation and very recently took a friend's regular, 20 year old slave, to a shopping centre in nothing more than a tight fitting PVC leotard and flip flops. Not perhaps the strangest outfit but considering it had been snowing that day hundreds of eyes followed the slave around the shops.
Master Pete drove up to the hired house and before he could park and switch off the engine several of his friends had come out to see what their money had been spent on. Although callum was still fairly bruised from the weekend before, its lean body, short ginger hair and youthful looks made it an attractive play thing for the next few days. slave callum was already trained enough to jump out and rush around to open the driver's door for Master Pete, which was noted by the Top. However as soon as Pete was out of the car he slapped the slave and told it to get on all fours and walk to the house like a dog. The group of men, many of whom had already had a few drinks, immediately started spitting at it and a couple even gave it some heavy kicks in the arse. Apart from all the merry, clothed, Top men there were two completely naked subs. Each belonged to one of two Masters and couldn't have looked more different from each other. One was probably in its late 30's and very hairy and chubby with two incredibly large nipple rings. The other can't have been more than early 20's, completely hairless and 95% covered in tattoos. callum couldn't help staring at the tattooed slave, which it felt looked grotesque. Its tattoos were very diverse and included a large "Property of Master Frank" on its back. Several were extremely pornographic depicting massive cocks being sucked or stretching arse holes whilst several others were derogatory terms relating to the slave itself e.g. "Cum Whore Cunt". slave callum also noticed that the slave's eyes balls had been modified through inking tattoos and had been dyed almost black giving it a devilish look. The slave, who's original birth name had been freddie, had been an architecture student at Cambridge University. It had been from a very wealthy family and had become disillusioned with life during its first year of student life. It was during this time it had become connected with the Network, via a university professor who had guessed the submissive nature of his student. Within two months it had signed a contract and had been enslaved for life. One of the long standing Network members, Master Frank, had loved the look of the innocent, pale skinned, blonde haired freddie and offered a massive sum of money to buy it. Frank saw its purchase as an opportunity to modify the beautiful body into a disturbing looking monster. Two years on the results were clear for all to see.
The chubby, hairy, slave had been purchased by another equally sadistic Master called Tom. It had originally lived in Perth, Australia and had worked as a swimming coach and beach lifeguard. It enjoyed life and loved swimming and tended to live a very healthy lifestyle. It did however always hide its true submissive side until it was spotted one day online by an Australian Network recruiter who managed to entice it onto the path of slavery. About three months after it had signed a Network contract it was sold to an English Master called Tom. The Master was tall and athletic, clean shaven and smooth skinned. At school things had been very different for Tom as he had been slightly overweight and spotty. This had caused him to face some bullying which had always haunted him. As slaves can be used for anything that brings pleasure to their owners andy, the former Australian, athletic, smooth skinned, tanned life guard was drastically modified by Tom. Over the course of three years Tom had transformed andy into an overweight, hairy, bearded slob. After buying it he had immediately stopped it from exercising, even though Tom worked out in his home gym on a daily basis. It was forced to consume a high calorific diet and was no longer allowed to shave and oil its tanned skin. It now had a 42 inch (108 cm) waist, rolls of fat hanging from its chest and stomach, several chins and unkept, long, head hair, beard and massive amounts of body hair, apart from its cunt which was the only thing to ever be shaved. Tom loved comparing his own well kept, lean body, with his slave's, who was now named slave lard.
callum crawled towards the property but was soon grabbed by the sex and sadistic craved men and dragged into the building. Within minutes it was tied to some temporary chains that were attached to a beam in the roof. A couple of the guys immediately began gut punching it whilst a third unzipped its rubber shorts and prepared its hole for the first ever fisting. Could it only be two weeks since a Father Callum processed out for Mass in a London parish church? Close by the two other slaves were directed towards a plastic sheet that had been placed over the carpet. One of the Masters produced a scat stool and piss gag from a side room. This group of men were certainly prepared for play. slave lard was bound and placed under the scat stool much to the merriment of the real men. Its owner said it was important that any extra calories still left in the men's shit should be fed to it. slave cum whore was placed alongside slave lard with a tightly fitting and very large piss gag that would allow more than one man to piss at one time without any waste. slave callum noticed that both of the other slaves seemed perfectly at ease at taking their positions to serve the men and it wondered how it would deal with full on scat if it was ever used as a toilet. It didn't have too much time to think about them because it was already in severe pain as punches rained down on it and another man kick boxed it. Surprisingly for callum its first fisting experience was not too traumatic and it realised how much its cunt had been stretched in just a few weeks since its former altar server had fucked it. In fact the experience was almost intimate compared to the fists and kicks it was receiving. callum's mind drifted and it became almost oblivious to its torment. It suddenly felt free from a life of "officially" pleasing others to one that was solely to serve without doctrines or regulations. It completely relaxed and received its first ever fist and began to get hard as the delving fingers probed its prostate.
After a couple of hours a take away food delivery arrived for the men which allowed callum to have a short break from its two hours of abuse. It looked at the other two slaves and was amazed at how they were continually serving the men. slave cum whore had been continuously drinking piss as the large group of men kept drinking beer, cider and wine. It had pissed itself several times but its own piss was safely deposited onto the plastic sheeting. slave lard had managed to completely consume three loads of shit and didn't have any evidence of the task on its face, hair or surrounding area.
Master Pete suggested to the other Alphas and Tops that the three slaves needed to be fed so a large bowl was found and placed at their feet and each man spat out various bits of pizza and pasta into the bowl. By the time they had all finished eating there was a mash of Italian food in the bowl but several men felt they should add to the flavour so a couple snorted snot from their noses directly onto the mash and most took the lead from another and spat up phlegm into the bowl. Finally Pete loosened his trousers and rubbed a piece of pizza between his arse crack, gobbed on it and placed it into the bowl. He then instructed callum to lick his hole clean again. Finally Master Frank, the owner of slave cum whore pissed into the bowl. For the two experienced slaves this was a complete feast and even callum seemed unbothered about digging its nose into the food bowl, alongside slaves lard and cum whore. All three were very hungry and fed together and licked each others faces clean. callum felt strangely free and happy, even though it had been punched, kicked, fisted and used. It felt a strange fraternity with its new slave brothers. Whilst eating callum looked into slave cum whore's eyes and was transfixed by the black eyes that would normally be white without the dying transformation and it realised how much an owner could do to a slave if he wished to. callum obviously had no idea of how beautiful the slave had been as a former free man.
callum's weekend was eventful but it managed to perform perfectly. It was beaten and used for pain throughout and by Sunday had been filled several times in both holes with cum, piss, snot and gob. At some point callum had mentally just completely let go of all control and relaxed into whatever torment or fucking it had to experience. It felt comfortable being used but was spooked by the hideous look of slave cum whore and was dreading any potential owner wanting it to have even a small tattoo.
Master Alex drove slave nick back to his Manchester apartment and apart from playing with its cock, on the motorway, everything seemed quite normal. Alex chatted with the slave mostly to discover more about it but everything was calm and like a dominant and sub gay couple. Eventually Alex drove into a gated parking lot reserved for residents of exclusive pent house apartments in the centre of the city. The apartment had once belonged to a merchant banker who was now a slave that had been sold by the Network to an illegal mine owner in South America. The slave's former property had, of course, been taken over by the Network and Alex had been rewarded with the apartment for all his excellent work recruiting and signing up men for slavery. Alex's work had made millions for the Network over the past ten years and he was seen as a major player across the Network's dark world.
slave nick couldn't quite believe how beautiful Alex's apartment was and was also confused that it was being treated reasonably normally. It was even more surprised when Alex asked it what it fancied from his freezer to eat. There was a choice of microwave meals so the slave asked if it could have a pasta meal. Master Alex agreed and even heated it for the slave! During eating Alex looked at slave nick and told it that he wasn't into too many protocols but that he expected to be referred to as Sir or Master, unless it was a public situation that may embarrass him. It was also to obey any command and if it couldn't it must state why immediately. This was all very strange to nick as it had thought it would never have any choice in anything. The slave realised that this wouldn't be the case with many other Masters or Alpha men.
After eating and a small amount of washing up which nick did without being asked Alex announced that he wanted to go out to a club. As the police and other missing persons groups were not looking for nick it seemed fairly safe to take it out into Manchester. The club Alex wanted to go to was quite a notorious gay sex club so nick wouldn't need to worry about additional clothes as it would be naked apart from footwear. Alex knew nick was probably missing being used at such clubs and he enjoyed watching it get fucked and deep throated so it should be a win win situation. Before heading to the club Alex took the slave to one of the many gay bars on Canal Street, in the heart of Manchester's gay village. Alex gave nick some cash and told it to ensure that they both had drinks for the evening. The beer tasted great to the slave who had been prevented from having any alcohol since it had been enslaved and by the time Alex was ready to head to the club it was already slightly drunk and completely relaxed.
The club wasn't far from the bar and was fairly busy when Alex and nick arrived. Alex made the slave strip off completely apart from its trainers and then he stripped to his jock strap and boots but added a leather band to the top of his left arm to show his status as a Top. As soon as they walked into the main area of the club they were confronted by numerous guys fucking and sucking either as couples or in group action. Getting drinks at the bar was a challenge because three men were spread over it and being attacked in the rear from a queue of hungry looking sex addicts of all ages. Once they had managed to get two pints of lager Alex led nick to the dark rooms. One had been designed for water sports and had a row of three bath tubs a wet tilled area and row of urinals with drinking trough and tubes below so that piss pigs could attach themselves for a drink. The second dark room was designed for spanking and bdsm and was furnished with benches, desks and seats so that subs could be positioned over men's laps or on display for CP and beating. This room also had two slings and Alex told nick to get itself into the vacant one. Once it had hoisted itself up Alex attached its ankles and wrists to cuffs and told it that it could hang there and serve whoever wanted its holes. nick was in heaven and was so grateful to Alex for treating it like this. For over two hours nick hung there and was used in both holes by nearly twenty men. Alex popped by every now and then, in between using other subs, to see how it was getting on and was pleased to see that the slave was happy and had cum covered legs and face. Very similar to how it had been when Alex had first met it in fact.
Once out of the sling, nick returned with Alex, to the main bar area. The activity was beginning to slow down as it was getting very late and people had started to head home. nick looked up at Alex and thanked him for bringing it to the club and for treating it so well. It seemed ironic as the slave was exhausted and had been gang banged for most of the time it had been there. Alex gave the slave a hug and deep kissed it which was another surprise for the confused slave. They sat at a table and chatted openly for a while and noticed a young, dark haired, lad looking at them. Alex noticed it had a bar code with a slave registration number tattooed on its upper chest. The young guy continued to stare at them so Alex played with his engorged cock through his, very stretched jock. Eventually the sub built up the courage to walk over and automatically got on its knees at Alex's booted feet. Alex patted it on the head and pushed it naturally down to his cock. The sub didn't wait for further instructions and began worshiping Alex's bulge through his jock. Eventually Alex released his tool and began drilling the young mouth and throat much to the delight of the guy itself and others around who were enjoying the spectacle. Alex told nick to go and rim the sub which it did without hesitation. After a few more minutes of excellent oral service Alex decided to fuck the young guy and told nick to take his place in its throat. As Alex reached climax he told nick that it was allowed to cum and within a minute the exceptional young sub was being injected with two massive wads of cum.
After the session Alex gave the sub some money and told it to go to the bar and get some more drinks. Alex used this time to tell nick that it wasn't to mention the Network or any of its experience about the Network to the sub guy. Nick swore it wouldn't and realised that the young guy could be a potential slave as it had been a few months before. When all three were sitting together with a drink Alex gently questioned the sub which was more than happy to talk about itself. Its name was luke and it felt it was a natural sub. It had been briefly owned by a Master who had registered it on the international slave registry. That is why it had a slave registration number and bar code tattooed on its chest. It had become a slave to the much older man when it was only 18, just less than two years ago. It had been in social care until then because its parents had died tragically when it was very young. To add to the tragedy of the young slave's life its new Master died very soon after taking ownership of it by taking an overdose due to depression. Alex took pity on slave luke but also saw an opportunity to lead it into the Network. Clearly it had few contacts and was currently unemployed. What made luke's discovery more interesting was that it explained it didn't currently need to work as its dead Master had made a will, early in its ownership, which had left it an enormous amount of money and a nice house on the outskirts of Manchester. Alex decided to invite the slave back to his apartment, with slave nick, to find out more about it and see if it could be encouraged towards the Network. There would also be the added bonus of having two additional holes to use for the weekend. nick marvelled at the skill Alex had in enticing subs and realised that many of those skills had been used by the same man to enslave it from an initial meeting, in a similar club, in London. luke had no other plans for the weekend and thought it would be fun to be used by the well built Alex and what he thought was his boyfriend.
The weekend was great fun for all three and Alex used the opportunity to test the two slaves out against each other. Both tried to outdo the other in terms of good service to Alex to show which had the better slave attitude and oral, anal and urinal skills. By Saturday afternoon slave luke had allowed itself to be completely shaved by Alex and had given him its contact numbers and access to its social media. Alex would use the Network to investigate more about it to ensure it was safe to proceed with a slave indoctrination process. Just before ploughing luke for the fourth or fifth time that day Alex thought how good it would be to see the network tattoo on the slave's right arse cheek. Anyway that would be someway down the line and for now luke had agreed to meet Alex again one night that week. Alex liked the look and skills of the very young slave but still liked the more rugged and slightly worldlier nick.
At the regional Network centre things were grim for slave marcus by Saturday afternoon. It had passed out twice in the 24 hours it had been pummelled by the electric fucking machine. The security guard had, as requested, checked on it every couple of hours to keep it lubed and to ensure it wasn't in serious danger. He had also thrown cold water over its tortured body to bring it around when it was slipping out of consciousness. Marcus had had a great deal of time to think about its life now, the one it had voluntarily given up and what its future may be. Many thoughts were painful. Its great hairy body had been reduced to something resembling a rather worn manikin. Around the fuck bench a large pool of slime had formed mixed with blood and shit. Its head was pounding from the constant rhythm of the fucking device. It had learnt one thing though. If it was to survive and have any future pleasure it would now have to do it's very best to serve and try and be better than the other slaves when being used by real men. It never wanted to end up living though this hell again. Eventually the security guard arrived and switched off the machine and pulled out the massive dildo device. marcus tried to thank him for switching it off but was overcome with tears. The security guard got some antiseptic wipes to clean out and inpect the slave's worn and gaping hole. Apart from some small cuts and trickles of blood there was no long term damage and so the guard unzipped his trousers and fucked the raw hole. Marcus used its remaining energy to try and welcome the large cock and give it pleasure but the ravaged arse muscles were too loose. The security guard did notice the effort and would report this positive news back to Master Grant. The guard got off on the slave's predicament and very quickly filled it with soothing cum that felt like antiseptic to marcus.
By Sunday slave amal was filthy dirty and soaked in piss but had never felt more content. Its tongue was stained a blackish red from licking and worshiping several pairs of skinhead boots. It had also licked the mud off of several pairs of trainers, licked and cleaned numerous toes, drunk litres of piss and eaten copious amounts of snot and phlegm. Colin and his mates were really enjoying using amal for the weekend. Due to amal being registered as a missing person they had decided against taking it to clubs or any of their homes in case it was spotted even though it was hardly recognisable now. Instead they had taken it to a very secluded part of a forest that was near to a disused former army barracks that provided very basic shelter even though it had been seriously vandalised over the years since the army had vacated.
Colin had driven amal to the remote location and during the journey had told it that it was going to be meeting some of his mates. All of them had been vetted by the Network so could be trusted. The last thing the Network needed was any of its activities being posted on social media platforms. amal was feeling aroused during the journey and Colin noticed its cock stretching the shiny black track suit trousers. It was quite a long journey and Colin didn't want to stop at any busy eating places enroute in case people caught sight of the missing barrister. He knew his mates would love using the fresh slave and would be able to be as rough as they liked abusing it (within reason). Colin's mates were providing ample supplies of food and drink, mostly alcohol, which amal was getting more accustomed to after its strict family controlled life. amal could feel a natural tingling sensation in its arse as it began craving cock and cum. It would certainly get plenty of both over the next 72 hours!
By the time they arrived at the former army camp most of the other men were already there. They gathered around to meet their good friend, Colin, who was great at providing faggots, once in a while, for group gang bangs. Most of the skinheads and scallie chavs were complete Tops although a few were versatile and all 11 men were hungry for action so amal would need a great deal of energy. Most of the guys were in their twenties or thirties although there were two older skinheads. All were dressed in immaculate skinhead gear or designer sports wear and tracksuits with the odd bit of jewellery all adding to the urban street look (which did look out of place in the forest). amal's heart missed a beat when it saw the large group of men and realised that it would be at their mercy. It did, however, trust Colin to keep it safe and felt some strange bond to him.
Most of Friday night and Saturday had simply been sessions of group sex. Several of the men didn't identify as gay and thought it was quite normal to fuck and use a faggot if there were no women around or available. As the old barracks were abandoned there was no need to worry about furnishings so many of the sessions got quite messy especially when the guys wanted to simply piss on the slave. Unlike many other men using slaves this group didn't get off on stripping it bare and all of the time it kept its socks and Nike trainers on and simply had its tight trackie bottoms pulled down when any of the men wanted to use its hole for some release. Very quickly the nice designer gear was covered in cum stains and was drenched in piss. After a few outdoor sessions amal was also caked in mud to such an extent that it was difficult to tell it had white socks on. Throughout this amal remained in a sort of dreamful bliss, even when the roughest of men fucked it. The Adidas trackies were stuck to its legs with a mixture of cum, piss and gob.
The latest session that Sunday afternoon, saw amal tied, face up, on a fallen tree truck with its tackie bottoms around its knees. Its feet had been tied to branches above it, leaving its raw, cum seeping hole, open to anyone who wanted to fill it. One of Colin's best mates, Andy, suggested that the group should have a competition to see who could snort up the biggest amount of snot or phlegm and aim it into the slave's mouth. All were up for this although two guys had an advantage because they both had quite bad colds. For about 30 minutes all the men stood around trying to cough up as much spit and snot as they could. This was so loud that many birds took off in fright! It wasn't long until amal's mouth was full and its face covered in a thick coating of slime. After this activity one of the men with a cold was declared the winner and he celebrated by getting his cock out and pissing onto amal's face. This did have the bonus of washing off all of the snot and gob and gave it a decent drink of warm amber nectar that it was beginning to really enjoy.
After the session, tied to the tree, amal was taken down and placed in a wet and muddy puddle. Most of the men then used this opportunity to stomp on the slave. This was probably the most uncomfortable session of the weekend as numerous pairs of boots and trainers walked over it with a few men relieving themselves of some beer at the same time.
By Monday night Colin had to cover the car seats with plastic to avoid the slave staining them. He was more than pleased with amal's efforts to please his mates and they all returned, from the long weekend, refreshed from a few days using and abusing the free faggot. A couple of the men had got changed before leaving the old barracks to ensure their wives and families believed their stories about their attendance at weekend business conferences.
Once all the new slaves were together again, at the regional Network centre, they were allowed to talk freely with each other about their diverse experiences. Only slave marcus had little to share and was still unable to properly sit down.
Grant and Alex were updated from Network contacts about potential buyers for all of the slaves and it looked like they may be able to sell a couple of them off very quickly. Alex was pleased that there had only been limited interest so far in slave nick. Plans were made to encourage slave luke into the Network. It became obvious to all four new slaves that their own enslavements were simply part of a much bigger on going business process.