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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.