Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2013 20:45:21 +0100 From: Carlos Carlos <carlos4cashuk@gmail.com> Subject: Cashmaster Carlos Part 3 Please note: not unreasonably the team at Nifty don't want people using this site to advertise. Therefore under no circumstances will I accept requests to meet from people contacting me as a result of reading these stories. Anyway, I have too many clients already and cannot handle any more! However I do welcome feedback on the stories, suggestions of what people like and so on. "I saw your add and think you look great. I like the sound of what you do. Do you have a partner who works with you? I want to be kidnapped and beaten up." Some fags are just weird. And `beaten up' is pretty unspecific. I have had guys who wanted that and with the first slap they screamed `stop'. I had a guy who wanted to be used as a punch bag and even with weighted boxing gloves on I could not punch his body hard enough to stop him wanking. (Took a punch to the face and a nosebleed and even then he only wanted to pause for breath). However I do have a duo partner. His name is Rick. He is a skinhead. He is 5'9 and quite muscular. He is a nasty bastard and can be quite scary. He looks a like a right hard case which is why I like working with him. I don't look hard, so I have to work at it. He is the sort of guy you cross the street to avoid. He bears grudges, he is racist, he is aggressive. And as a result some fags just get off on him. Which is fuckin hilarious cos he is so straight he struggles to get his dick hard when a guy sucks it. He works as a labourer on a building site, so he is quite muscled, and best of all it means he can borrow a van if we need it. Anyway, I replied to the guy "yes I have a duo partner, yes we can kidnap and beat you. We will also rob you so you need at least £300 in your wallet. Send a photograph of your face so we know who you are, send a description of what you will be wearing, and be walking down Kingsbury Road towards Wandsworth High Street on Saturday at 3pm" The photo was exactly as I expected late 40s, ugly bastard, looked like a businessman. He said he would be in a blue coat with a red scarf. So Saturday afternoon Rick and I drive to Wandsworth and at 3 head down Kingsbury Road. We see the guy and though there are parked cars we see a place to pull in. As the guy gets parallel to the van Rick winds down the window and says "Excuse me mate, do you know where such and such a road is" and waves his A to Z. The guy was clearly nervous but stops and Rick passes him the map. The guy finds where we are and leans in holding the map clearly thinking this is a genuine question.. Rick leans forward and puts a finger up each nostril on the guy and says "move a muscle and I will rip your face off". I jumped out and went round behind him. "Put your hands behind your back" says Rick and when the guy does so I tie them with a cable tie. I pulled a cloth bag over his head, pushed him to the back of the van, opened the door and told him to climb in. As soon as he was in I locked the doors, ran round the front and we started to drive off. Within 2 seconds we heard a thump as he obviously fell over in the back. It was a transit with a separated cab so we could not see. Rick had the keys to the site he was working on a block of flats just a mile or so away. We drove round a bit, making sure we took sharp turns and went round roundabouts just to throw the ugly cunt around a bit and then we unlocked the gates and drove in. Rick slammed the brakes to a stop and we jumped out and ran round the back. "Get out now" he shouted and the guy stood up and climbed out. With his hands tied it, and still hooded, it was difficult to climb out but a shove from Rick ensured the guy fell as he got out. Right into the mud and clay which was all wet from the rain and churned up by the diggers going round the site. "Shit, shit, shit. Not so hard" he said. We just looked at each other and rolled our eyes. We dragged him up, and marched him into the building. "Kneel down" I said. He did and we pulled the hood off. He had banged his face and it was grazed on one side, his hair was a mess, his clothes were muddy from where he fell. He looked a complete wreck and we had not even started. He looked up at the two of us and opened his mouth to say something. Rick was quicker than me and slapped his face. "No one said speak cunt". The guy looked astonished. Rick had been quite hard. There was a red mark appearing on the guy's cheek. "OK, here is the deal" I said. "You can stop now if you want, or we can carry on. Either way you owe us £300 but if this is not what you want then you can stop. So simply answer either carry on or stop". Rick had been very aggressive. I was expecting the guy to say stop. This could be a very fast £300. "Carry on" said the guy. Rick looked pleased. I realised a long time before that he got some psychological thrill from this. Not sexual, he was not turned on, but he enjoyed hurting people. For me, I enjoy the money, that is the most important thing. I got turned on, not by hurting people but by them giving me money to do what I wanted. At school I was always told I was stupid and useless and thick but I could earn £3,000 a week doing this and only have worked part time. So who is stupid now Mr Beardy Cunt Teacher. "I need a piss" said Rick. I could not believe it, the dirty slave cunt actually said "oh excellent". He would learn very quickly that if he appeared to enjoy anything that we would make it nasty. Rick picked the hood up and put it back on the guys head. "You are not seeing my dick, you dirty cunt, and you won't think it's so excellent when all your clothes are piss wet". He bent down and unzipped the guy's coat. And then he took out his dick and pissed. Not just anywhere but systematically and methodically on the guys coat, then he pulled it open and pissed on the guys jumper, and then he pissed on the guys pants. He did the front and the back. He did not miss anywhere. By the time he had finished the guy was wet from the neck downwards on every part of his clothes. Rick always seemed to be able to piss a lot but this was better than normal. "You make me want to go now" I said. "Don't waste it on him now" he said, he went into another room and returned with a plastic bottle. I had no idea what he had planned but I pissed into the bottle and we put it to one side. "OK, first game" said Rick. "I got my DMs on and Carlos here has his trainers on. We are gonna kick you in the balls and you are going to guess who it was. To make it easier to tell you will want to spread your legs a little" and with that he kicked the cunts knees until his legs spread. "OK, who was this" he said and pointed to me. I stepped forward and kicked the guy in the nuts. Not too hard. If the game was not going to be over in 1 or 2 goes we needed to start gently. "That was Carlos" "that's one to you, well done, so who is this" he pointed to me again but this time he made a hard kicking motion. I did as I was told and caught him hard and firm on the balls." "That was you, Sir" We laughed. No one ever called Rick "Sir" and of course we realised he did not know his name. "I am Boss, not Sir and you are wrong it was Carlos again or to you Master Carlos. So that's one all. OK final time. Who is it this time?" I knew the way we did this one. I stepped back and this time it was a stunner. Right on target. The guy gasped, rolled on the floor and groaned. When he could speak he said "That was you Boss" and Rick replied "Wrong again, we win. So now you can make a choice. The prize was £25 so that's what you owe use but if you ask me to kick your balls now I will let you off." This was clearly not a difficult choice. If my trainers could do that then clearly Rick's DMs could do far worse and if he took did not pay £25 then for sure Rick would be worked up and nasty. "Please Boss, I don't have another £25". This is where Rick and I have a different approach. I would have told him I was sure he did. That he could find it if he really wanted and so on. Rick is different. He likes to see them in pain. He hates the faggots we deal with. Without a hesitation he swung his foot back and smashed it into the guy's balls. The guy actually lifted off the ground, before he rolled on it, howling and groaning. Rick moved in and kicked the guy in the stomach and then in the chest before the guy gathered enough strength to yell "stop". "Stop, what do you mean stop. I was gonna stop for £25 but you said do it". "Please boss, please not so hard. I don't want a permanent injury" I was quite sure that Rick was happy to give him a permanent injury and I wanted some extra cash so I jumped in and pulled the hood off. "Just agree to £25 and he will stop" "Yes yes yes, stop please stop" "I want to play a game" I announced. "Gobbing on target". Here is what we do. Boss and I stand over there and take it in terms to gob on you. The target is to get it in your mouth. If we get it on your face that's 1 point, if we get it in your mouth that 3 points. First to 10 points is the winner". He was still kneeling on the ground, his hands still tied behind his back. We stepped a few paces away. "Open wide" and I spat a nice wad of phlegm straight at him. I aimed for his mouth but I guess I got the next best thing as it went straight in his eye. "Shit, I forgot to add a bonus for getting it in his eye". He was blinking and trying to stop it stinging but with this hands tied there was nothing he could do. Rick step forward and giving a nice throaty smoker's cough he spat a mouthful. He missed completely and it joined the stinking piss on the cunt's coat. My second was a good one, but got his top lip. We argued about whether it counted as it slowly oozed down into his mouth but eventually I agreed that it was not directly in. Rick took his second attempt and landed straight in the guy's mouth. He was very pleased. But his lead did not last long as I landed three and four in this mouth while he only got on the guys face with his next two. So I had 7 points and he had 5. I pointed out, as I moved in for the shot, that if I scored I would win. The short arsed skinhead bastard pushed me just as I gobbed and I missed completely. To make matter worse he managed to score a direct one on target. So now it was 7 to 8. I took careful aim. I looked at the guy. He was covered in slime and gob. The phlegm on his eye had turned it slightly red, some was running down his face. I took aim and ........shit! Hit his cheek. So now it was 8 all. "Let's make this a bit more fun. I bet you £20 I will win" said Rick. Typical, he put the bet out when he went next but I gambled he would miss and shook his hand. Rick stepped forward. He leaned back, and as he launched himself forward he let loose a huge spit wad. It sailed through the air, heading straight for the target. And then all hell let loose. I would have said the stupid bastard moved to catch it in his mouth, but whatever reason he moved, it missed, and landed on his chin. "You moved. You fuckin' moved" screamed Rick and he leapt forward. The first punch caught the guy on the side of the head and the second landed on the other side. The guy fell sideways and Rick kicked him in the guts. He stepped back, and took aim at the guy's face. I had visions of him smashing his nose or jaw so I jumped on Rick shouting "enough enough". The guy was gasping for air and looked absolutely terrified. "You lost me £20 you cunt" screamed Rick trying to land another kick on the poor guy. "Tell him you will give him £20 for Christ's sake" I told him "Yes, yes, £20 just get him off me. He's a fucking psycho. I have had enough" This is where I get frustrated with Rick. We have only turned him for an extra £45 and Rick has over done it. The guy is scared shitless and wants to pack in. I had to try and recover this. "Rick, get the cutters and free his hands". As he left to get them I said to the guy "I think we know your limits now. Your hands will be freed. You can get up and walk away anytime. " "It's too dangerous" said the guy "The idea turned me on, but now I see the reality and realise I should have set limits, had a safeword, made some rules" "OK, do this, when he cuts your hands free, get up, go into the other room, there is a tap there you can clean your face. The safe word can be "red" and we will go again. No hard kicks and no face punches." He was clearly not sure but when Rick returned with some wire cutters and freed his hands I simply said "we will be starting again in a minute he's just going to clean himself up". I led the guy into the other room and then went back to Rick. "Not so fucking hard, you dickhead. I can't believe we are only £45 quid up on the fee and you have scared him off. Let him lick your boots a bit and don't kick his face. Then you can hold him while i work his nipples. We can get him to jack off and get out of here with some extra if we play it right" "He's a fuckin pussy, I hate him" said Rick. "Yeah well he's a rich pussy and I got my rent due this week so don't fucking screw up. Seriously, I need you to work on getting cash not beating him up." The guy came back in. He looked very unsure so I took control. "My trainers are dirty. Get licking!" I had clearly found the right level. He was on his hands and knees and licking them in an instant. Rick just stood, arms folded, and looked bored. After a minute or two I said "now his DMs" and pushed the guy's head onto Rick's boot. Immediately Rick was reacting. He took his other boot and pushed the guy's head into the first "lick it fucker" he snarled. The guy snorted like a pig and licked the leather over and over. He started to undo his trousers and got his dick out. "Errr `ello. What you up to?" says Rick "Just need to wank boss" "Well fucking ask then you rude bastard." I am thinking, please god don't kick him, he is only just getting back into it. "Please boss, can I wank?"says the guy wanking even harder "No you fuckin' can't you dirty fucker, put it away or I will sort you out". Amazingly the guy wanks even more and licks the boot up and down. This was not going to end well. Or was it? Instead of doing something stupid Rick is pushing down on the guys head with his boot. The guy was being slowly squashed and Rick says "put it away or I will grind your face into my boot so hard you will bend the toe cap with your fuckin nose." The guy wanks a few more times and then, as Rick really pushes down, he puts his dick away, though I noticed it was rock hard and he did not zip up. With both hands now on Rick's boot he starts licking it furiously saying "thank you, thank you" though judging by Rick's face he has about as much clue as I do as to what he has done that has got the guy so hot. Rick looks down at the guy, the guy looks up at Rick and Rick lets a long drooly spit run from his mouth, The guy opens wide and swallows it, rubbing his dick. I am beginning to think I will be left out. "What about my trainers" I ask and the guy says "I prefer his Docs. And he is really horny". Fucking great. Two minutes ago Rick was the psycho from hell and now the daft cunt is in love with him. Trouble is Rick gets bored quickly. I was thinking what to do when Rick says "You can lick his trainers now." The guy looks up and says "Please boss, I haven't finished your boots yet." Rick looks down. The boots are wet with spit. The splashes of mud on them have gone. They are pretty clean. "He's getting fed up, if you gonna just do my boots you better pay him a tenner to keep him `appy". I nearly passed out. Getting Rick to ask for money in sessions is really hard. Maybe he was finally getting the hang of it. "Yes boss" said the guy and went back to licking. He kept at it and now I was bored. "Tops are done, you can do the soles now" said Rick, "Please boss, I don't like that" "Even better then. Lie on your back and fucking lick the soles" Rick leaned forward and pushed the guy back, put his boot in the guys face, and pushed him onto his back. Considering he said he did not like it he seemed to manage OK. His tongue was out licking the sole just like the top. Rick pressed down a bit and the guy grabbed hold of the boot which enabled him to move it up and down his tongue, but also stopped Rick pressing down. Rick pressed down but the guy was managing to hold the boot from squashing him. He signalled to me and I realised what he wanted. I put my trainer between the guys legs. But where Rick would have smashed his nuts I just gently pressured them. The guy was now in a bit of a fix. I increased the pressure. What did he want his balls crushed or his face. Rick sealed the debate "you can wank if you want, queer boy" The guy was immediately scrabbling to get his dick out. Rick was rubbing the sole of his boot across the guys face. I gave a couple of light kicks to his balls. And it was clear we had finally found what he liked. He was wanking furiously. Now the challenge was to turn this into cash. It was Rick who gave me the idea. Cos he was rubbing harder on the guy's face and starting to leave marks. A couple of times the guy had put his hand up to protect his face and I had kicked a bit harder to get his hands down by his balls again. "What's it to be crushed face or crushed nuts?" Seemed a reasonable question for me but as I had hoped the guy says "neither, neither". Well we are planning to keep going until you pay one of us, or both of us, £20. I smacked my foot into his balls but mainly caught his hand. Rick was a better shot, cos his pushing down became more of a stomp and he stomped on the guys face. The guy covered his face and I was able to get a swift kick in directly on his balls. "OK OK, stop stop. But this is not fair, I am already paying you £300." Putting my foot on his balls and pushing a little I said "yes, you asked me to beat you up. That's £300 but you keep asking me to stop. That's what I am charging for. This constant fucking on and off it's driving me mental". Of course it wasn't 300, he was running up quite a bill and we were at £385 but that was not enough for me. "I fancy a drink" said Rick. "I've got a couple of cans in the van". He went off and I used the opportunity to get the guy kneeling up and pressing his face in the crotch of my jeans. I was fairly hard and he seemed to like it. I pressed his face harder and he snorted, sniffing and wanking furiously. He reached in his pocket and got out some poppers and took a long deep breath. "Oi, when you two have finished shagging I got your drinks here". Rick had come back with a few cans of beer and a funnel. He handed me the beer and passing the funnel to the guy he said "queer boy this is for you". He looked bewildered. "On your back, funnel in your mouth". I opened my beer and took a swig. I was about to poor some into the funnel when Rick said "that's not for him" and produced the bottle I had pissed in. "This is for him". He turned to him and said "drink every drop. You will get a kick for every drop you spill" This is where Rick fucked me off you fine him for spilling it, not kick him. "Take your top off, you already stink of piss, I don't want to smell a pissoir" The guy is in his trousers, covered in mud, lying on the concrete floor with a funnel in his mouth. He has one hand holding the funnel and the other whacking himself off. He had grazes on his face , as well as a bit of bruising and a few smears of mud. Rick handed me the bottle and whispered keep the funnel full. I started to pour. He leaned down, put his boot on the guys balls, and grabbed the guys nipples. The guy started to swallow, while Rick tugged on his nipples. I topped it up, and topped it again. Rick was really pulling. Then he twisted the two nipples really viciously. The guy would have shouted out, but he had a mouth full of cold, stale, piss. So he gurgled and coughed and then obviously some went down the wrong way and he coughed hard and the piss sprayed out of the top of the funnel onto my jeans and onto Rick's arms he was wearing a shirt. Rick exploded. He let go of the guys nipples, stood and put his full weight on the guy's balls. "You got piss on me. You got piss on my shirt. I will have to wash this now. What you gonna do to make this right." "And it's on my jeans. My best jeans they are ruined. These will have to be replaced" "You can wash them" he said. And I thought Rick was going to kill him but instead he said "stand up you cunt". "Hold him so he cannot move at all" he said to me. I grabbed the guy and Rick brought his knee up hard into the guys nuts. You can wank off. I am gonna punish you and every time you ask me to stop its £50 and if you want me to start again it's another £50." I confess my knob went hard. Rick had never gone for cash before. But this was perfect. "Give him a wiff of poppers before we start" said Rick. I swear my knob was splitting my pants. He grabbed the guys nipples, leaned forward and gobbed in his face. "Just so there is no misunderstanding if you get cum on me I will cut your balls off and I am not messing so you probably need to tell me to stand clear. But be warned I will cut `em off if you get one drop of spunk on me. Carlos kick his legs apart. I am gonna get you money for new jeans. And with that his left hand went down to the guys balls and started to squeeze." Amazingly the guy wanked harder. Rick twisted the nipple with one hand and viciously twisted the guys balls." "Stop, stop" "Not his safe word" I said, "keep going". I held him really tight cos I knew Rick would get a hard one in and as the guy yelled "RED" I thought Rick was going to pull his nipple off. "You owe me £50 which will go toward his new jeans. You want to carry on its another £50" Amazingly the guy was wanking like mad and said "yes boss, yes boss more poppers please and do the nipples boss" I held him tight as I could and Rick pulled his nipples, he even put his knee on the guys chest to give him leverage". The guy was moaning and groaning and asking for mercy which he was not going to get. When he yells "coming" Rick steps back and says to me "you do his nipples". I was pissed off, I am not some fucking amateur, I taught him how this was done. I put my hand through the guy's legs and grabbed his balls, and with my other hand pulled and twisted his nipple. I was determined he would say stop so I viciously twisted both of them. His breathing speeded up his hand was a blur on his dick.. Rick grabbed the other nipple and leaned in and gobbed right in the guys face Just at that point the guy screamed "stop" and at the same time shot his load all over the floor. Rick turned to me calm as anything and asks "so how much did we make". "£535" I said. He turned to the guy and said "get your wallet, get your clothes, pay up and piss off" The guy got his wallet and pulled out £300, then he went into his coat, and produced a wodge of cash. He started counting so it was clearly more than the £235 he owed us. Rick grabbed the cash and said "why don't we just take all that". "That's £400 and that's not what we agreed" "Tough shit" said Rick. "Whoa" I said. "Let's settle this easily. You want another session with us or not?" The guy clearly thought if he said "No" we would not care what he thought about us so he said "of course" "Then its easy" I said "if that's £400 you have just given us £165 on account. Next time we get together instead of £300 its £135 which will mean you won't have to save as much before you get another chance. The guy looked defeated and started to argue. Rick turned round and picked up the half full bottle of piss. He stepped forward and emptied it all over the guy's head leaned in and said "get your clothes and fuck off". "But I...." Rick's boot caught him right in his balls. It was an incredible kick very hard and totally unexpected. The guy stepped back and threw up on floor. "If you are not out of here in 10 seconds I am gonna make you eat that up you tight fisted queer fuck" The guy looked as if he was gonna pass out and did not move. Rick stepped forward and the guy turned and fled. We looked at each other and burst out laughing.