Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2013 23:33:59 +0100 From: Carlos Carlos <carlos4cashuk@gmail.com> Subject: Cashmaster Carlos partt 4 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 was asked to describe the roughest session I ever had and that was hard to decide. But one stands out in my mind for being nasty if not rough. The guy phoned up and said he wanted a duo with him in his leathers chaps, boot, jacket. I told him about my skinhead mate Rick. He asked if we would take it in turns to fuck him while he had chaps on and I explained that Rick did not fuck. But if he wanted to be spit roasted like a pig I would fuck him and he could suck Rick. He said that sounded fun. He said he was also into arse licking, smelly farts, gob and piss. I said between us we could manage that. He also wanted to be roughed up a little no marks, no blood, nothing too much. He asked if we had somewhere to go and I said that Rick could get access to a building site at which point the guy says his hottest fantasy is to be lifted up by a crane and have his cock and balls tortured while he was immobile. So much for the "nothing too much". I had to explain that we charged £300 but that equipment like that was another £100. He agreed. Truth was the equipment cost us nothing as Rick just borrowed the keys but it was a good reason to get more dosh. If the guy could afford expensive leather gear he would not baulk at £400 and anyway that's only 200 each which is a bargain. We agree to meet outside the tube station but when the guy arrived he had not come on the tube he had parked his car nearby. "I parked round the back, in Smith Street, it's easier than coming on the tube". We walked to the site and I told him that Rick would be there when we arrived. The guy is carrying a holdall which I assume is his leather gear as he is dressed in jeans and a shirt. He was about 35, and clearly worked out a fair amount. It was unusual for guys like that to need or want to pay for it. Most of my customers are 45 and older, running to fat, and it seems to me having sex with someone is what they want and then they decide if they pay for it well might as well act out a fantasy of being dominated. When we arrived I told the guy to get changed in another room. He came out in his gear and Rick just bursts out laughing. The guy has biker boots on, chaps revealing his cock and arse, and a harness. Round his neck he has a chain and padlock. He is carrying handcuffs, and a .....well I don't know what its called, an iron bar about 3 foot long with a leg cuff on each end. "What's with the faggy gear cunt boy?" asks Rick still laughing. Amazingly the guy does not answer but instead kneels down puts his hands on his head and stares at the ground. Rick walks up to him, pulls his hair so the guy is looking up and gobs in his face. "Sir, thank you Sir" shouts the guy like he is some marine at boot camp. "Call me Boss, and I will call you Cuntboy" says Rick. "Yes Boss" says the guy and he starts playing with his dick. "Show me your cunt, Cuntboy" I said and the guy stands up, bends over and spreads his cheeks. Not a pretty sight. I am no expert on arses but his looked pretty disgusting and well used loose was probably a good description. Rick of course kicked him and when the guy said "thank you Boss" kicked him again. Except the second kick was so hard the guy stumbled forward. "Up against the wall, assume the position" said Rick and the guy faces the wall, puts his hands on the wall and leans forward. Fuck knows where Rick had learned that one. Maybe he had been watching some gay porn on the quiet though I thought it was unlikely. Probably some shitty war film. "We are going to take it in turns to kick your arse and the one who kicks so hard you say "stop" is the winner" says Rick, and turning to me said "£40 to the winner". I went first but purposely did not kick too hard, as i did not want to end the game immediately. Rick clearly has no such idea and gives a good, hard kick to the guys arse. So much for him looking tough the guy yells "stop" and Rick cheers and says "40 to me" "You are a fucking wimp" I tell Cuntboy "We are going to play best of three and you will not wimp out so quick". "You go first this time" I said to Rick signalling to go a bit more gently. He kicks the guys arse, but in fairness he did manage to restrain himself. And in doing so he played straight into my hands cos I did not hold back and I kicked that arse with all I could manage. The guy yelled "owwwwww"; Rick yelled "you cheating bastard" and I yelled "£40 each". More frustratingly the Cuntboy says "that's enough you are not kicking me again". "But I want to win another £40" Rick says giving him a slap on the arse "I don't care, you have really hurt me" he says though I notice he has a roaring hard on. "OK, stop it. Cuntboy, you decide which was the worst kick, his bad one or mine that can be the final winner". I was so sure he would pick mine I smirked at Rick but was not impressed when the bastard says "Well Boss' hurt more, he has boots on". "Yes" says Rick and goes running round cheering and waving his arms like he has won the fucking lottery. Then I saw blood cos the cunt actually winked at Rick. This always fucking happens. I stop him half killing them. I work hard making it a good session and just cos he is as rough as fuck these queerboys all prefer him and try and get in his good books. And they won't. He fucking detests them. When its just him and me he tells me how the disgust him and he only does it cos he gets a chance to hurt them. "Right then, you little twat, as you decided who won on such a stupid basis you can pay the prize money. He wants £80 and I want £40." I expected a row instead he is wanking himself like mad and saying "yes sir, ok sir". "On your knees now" says Rick and then he steps forward, puts his arse towards the guy and farts really loudly. The two of us burst out laughing but the dirty cunt is breathing through his nose really loudly and wanking like mad. I can't fart at will which is a real nuisance cos it's a good earner. Rick can often do several in a row and I notice him tensing up to force another out. "Get closer" he says to the guy and before I can give a warning the guy puts his face on Rick's arse with his nose right on his crack. Oh my god this is not going to go well. "Don't fucking touch my arse" says Rick and as the guy backs off Rick farts loudly and at the same time kicks back and gets the guys right on his dick. But instead of complaining the guy yells "yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss" and shoots his load. We have barely fucking started and he has cum. All over the sole of Rick's boot which I realise is going to be an issue. "Lick it off" says Rick presenting the guy with a very dirty sole. "I am finished Boss" says the guy. "I can't play once I have cum". "Play, play, I am not fucking playing. I am dead serious, lick it off now" "No way" says the guy standing up. Rick looks at me as if to say "are you taking this shit" but I know he is going to turn nasty very quickly. "I am sure Cuntboy will gladly pay so you can get it cleaned off" I said "Cuntboy offer him £30" "Whatever" shrugs the guy "£30 and I am done" "You better go and get changed" I said to him "Unless you are planning on walking back with your arse hanging out, all bruised and red" He went off and after about 5 mins he is back and says "you should not have let me come so quick but you guys really got me going. That was great. Can we do this again and I will make sure we go the full hour and you get £300" "What do you mean?" "Well even with getting changed and so on it has been only 30 minutes and so that's £150 between the two of you" "Are you off your fucking rocker, mate" says Rick "£300, plus £100 for the crane, plus.....Carlos you keep count" "plus 150 run up during the session makes £550" "You are having a laugh" says the guy "We never used the crane. And you said it was 300 for an hour" "We have never been more serious" says Rick. "Give me your wallet" The guy gets it out and hands it to Rick. There is just £150 in it. Rick and I had once discussed how we would handle a situation like this. This was partly me ensuring Rick did not just kill them, but also I knew he was far better than me if it turned nasty. So, assuming he would remember what we do, I said "You have 5 seconds to get the cash out or this will turn nasty". I clenched my fists and the guy did not move. I stood as if I was going to hit him when Rick punched him hard in the side of the head. As we planned the guy was caught completely off guard. I then grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back and put my arm round the guys throat. Rick at this point was supposed to punch the guy in the stomach to wind him but the guy brought his foot up and kicked Rick. Not in the balls, but that was clearly what he was aiming to do. I knew what would come next cos I had seen Rick attacked once before. He leaned back and full force head butted the guy in the face. The forehead is the hardest point on the body. When it's used like a hammer, with all your weight behind it, it's a horrible weapon. I let go because I knew I did not need to hold him it was over. The blood poured from the guys smashed nose. He fell to the floor howling and snorting. "Now get the money and fuck off" said Rick When the guy had recovered enough to speak he said "I have not got it" which really pissed me off cos either he was lying or he had always planned on cheating us. "You search the bag I will search him" I said I checked his pockets and found nothing but a bunch of keys. Rick found nothing except a few more sex toys, a copy of the mag I had advertised in, and a couple of marker pens. So now we knew it was always his intention to rip us off. This was not going to end well. "Let me start with a simple statement. You owe us £400 and you will get it for us. Right now we have your watch, your leathers, your house keys and your car keys. None any use to us but I reckon replacing them will cost you more than£400. In addition, Rick has the ability to break every bone in your body if we need to. You will be paying us. That's certain. What's not certain is whether you do it with a broken arm, broken fingers and broken ribs". The guy was stupid enough to sniff in a really sneering way and said "oh yeah". Rick stepped forward but it was me who kicked him hard on the legs. He swayed but was still upright. Which was a shame cos it meant Rick punched him in the ribs rather than kicked him. But it was hard enough. The guy gasped and clutched his side. Rick said "These doc martens have steel toe caps, and I am accurate enough to break one rib at a time don't fuck with me mate. Cos this queer stuff does nothing for me. I get off on hurting people. Trust me; breaking you into pieces is probably the only thing I can do with you which will make me hard." "We are going to go to your car now and see if you have any money in it" I said. "You'll never find it" he sneered He was a fuckwit of the first order. Rick punched his bloody nose "where is it?" "It's OK I said, it's in Smith Street. And we know from the keys it is a Toyota" The three of us went off. The guy got a few odd looks cos his face was a mess. I am pretty sure the punch from Rick had broken his nose. We found his car very easily and we got in. Rick searched the glove box and the centre storage. We had hoped to find cash, an ATM card or credit cards.....we didn't. But we did find a travel pass with his picture and so we knew his name was Brian Nelson and we found an envelope addressed to a Mr B Nelson, 43 Napier Road. So now we knew his address. "Who's at home Brian?" asked Rick "No one" "That's fine then we can just go in and get your ATM card and go to the cash machine" I said "You are not coming in" "You don't understand. We have the address. We have the keys. The question is whether we go in and ransack the place or you come in with us and get your cards" "My mother is in there" "Oh fuck, a mummy's boy. Does Mummy know what you get up? Does Mummy know you pay to take it up the arse? Does mummy know you are a thief? You better think of a story cos we are coming in to your house. You are going to get your cash cards and we are going to a bank and getting our money. Along the way if you fuck about, Rick will hurt you. He enjoys it so don't give him the chance. I just enjoy the money. And before you get all worked up, you agreed to this. We are not asking for a single penny more than you agreed to pay willingly and happily. You contacted me. You agreed a price. You offered extra money in the session." He actually started to cry. Firstly he told us that he could not afford the money. Secondly he told us that his mother had a weak heart and all this would kill her. Thirdly he told us he would lose his job if this got out. Sometimes Rick surprises me. His hard looks make him look thick, but he is not. He is quite a quick thinker. "It's easy mate. You tell her that you have been mugged and that we rescued you. That you have been robbed and that we are going to the cash machine with you cos you are scared to go on your own." After a few questions to clarify the guy agreed. The next part is boring. We played the parts well. His ancient mother seemed convinced. Sufficient to say we ended up at the cash machine with him. He enters his PIN and Rick steps forward, and shoves him out of the way. Before the guy can say anything Rick withdraws £500. He hands the guy £20 and says "we will keep the extra £80 for all this fucking about." The guy just looks done in, and does not argue. We all climb back in the guys car. I give him back all his keys, and his empty wallet and Rick says "you can drop us off at the underground". Anyway the guy drives off and goes nowhere near the underground but parks in his street, just a short walk from his house. We all get out and the guy says "you can use that £80 you robbed to get a taxi". He was not smart. Rick grabs him and says "you have pissed me off now, I never fuckin rob anyone". He turns to me and says "get the the handcuffs out of his bag" and then he is dragging the guy up the road. Next thing I know he has handcuffed him round a tree. The guy is hugging the tree and can't move. Rick gets his knife out and cuts the guys coat and top right down the middle. A few tugs and cuts and the guy still has the sleeves on but his back is bare. Rick turns to me and says "undo his trousers I am not touching him down there". I pull the guys trousers down and Rick cuts his undies and the guy is stood there, holding the tree almost naked. Rick roots in the guy's bag and pulls out the marker pen. He writes on the guys back "queer thief, kick me, fuck me, piss on me" in big letters. He then empties the bag with the harness, the chaps, the boots plus a couple of dildoes, some nipple clamps and a ball stretcher on the floor next to the guy. He picks up the mag with my advert, puts it in his pocket and says "don't want to upset the neighbours" and we both burst out laughing. He leans into the guy and whispers in his ear "Am not completely nasty we are gonna put the keys to the handcuffs through your letter box so you can ask someone to get Mummy to undo you. And you will find your car parked in front of the station on the double yellow lines assuming they don't tow it. The keys will be in the glove box" "Fuck you" says the guy. Which was not smart considering the position he was in. "I wondered about doing this, but now you just convinced me. Carlos, push one of those dildoes up his arse. " We were both pissing ourselves laughing cos there was no lube but I got the small one in a little bit. Rick turns to me and says "you gonna do it or me?" "I know" I said "Let cuntboy choose". "Oi cuntboy you want your punishment from him or from me" Amazingly the guy says "please Boss from you" And so Rick steps in and in two hard kicks has the dildo right up the guy's hole. I then had the best idea ever. It was one of those dildoes with a metal loop, like from a bath plug, on the end. I took the handcuff keys and attached them to the dildo. Giving them to his mother was funny but this was even better "Let's see if anyone wants to undo you now" Suddenly Rick says "you sick fuck". I thought he was talking about me when I saw him pointing. The guy actually had a hard on. He was stood, almost naked, tied to a tree. He had a smashed in face, a couple of livid bruises on his ribs and an arse with some pretty nice red marks. He had a dildo up his arse, a message written on his back and he was surrounded by sex toys and leather gear. And the sad bastard was finding it a turn on. Which as Rick rightly said made him one sick fuck. We walked up the street to his car, laughing. In one of the front gardens there were two lads, about 14 or 15, messing with a football. Rick says to them "You know Brian Nelson from number 43". "Course we know him" says one of the lads "He's the deputy head at our school". "Not for much longer" says Rick "Go take a look about 10 doors down" And with that we got in his car and drove away. We had £650, and we had got revenge on a punter for trying to rip us off. Successful afternoon all in all.