Chapter 2… Sgt. Hardcheck’s past catches up with him. 

Bill had no idea how long he had been out but when he awoke he found himself in handcuffed, gagged and 
blindfolded in the trunk of a car. Even his legs had been bound with something so he couldn’t move his 
arms or legs at all. The last thing he remembered was jacking Paco up just for the hell of it and turning 
just when someone was coming up behind him.  Whoever hit him, hit like a fuckin bull. Bill’s mind raced 
as he thought about exactly what happened. Well number 1 Paco set him up. He was sure of that. Secondly, 
he was in a world of trouble. Nothing good could come of this. Kidnapping a cop was not something you did 
on a whim. The whole world would be looking for a missing cop. Whoever this was, wasn’t looking for a 
ransom. His past might be catching up with him. Thirdly, he knew he would have to act quickly when and 
if he got a chance to get out of this situation. Lastly, Paco was going to die a painful death when he 
did get loose. 

His arms and legs began to cramp as they continued to drive. After about 20 minutes the car stopped and 
he could hear one of those metal shutter garage doors opening. The car drove in someplace and then stopped. 
He heard the door open again and someone walk to the back of the car. If his or legs had been loose he 
might have tried to over power his captor, but there was little that he could do. The trunk opened. Whoever 
it was could easily see that he was awake. Bill mumbled but the gag kept him from being heard clearly. He 
felt two hands grab him under his arms and pick him up in the air and place him over his shoulder. Whoever 
it was a big strong fucker. He picked all 280 pounds of him like he was a sack of flour. Bill could feel 
the shoulder muscles under him. This guy was big.  Bill heard the trunk close and they started moving.

Bill only heard one set of foot steps as they moved through the building. Bill had no idea in which direction 
they went, but he could tell that the building they walked through was big. Some of the rooms they walked 
through had very loud echoes. Bill then heard another door open with a loud squeal. The person closed it 
behind them with a loud clang. Bill heard the person close what sounded like a very big lock. Then they 
were going down a lot of metal stairs. Again Bill could hear the heavy footsteps of his captor as they went 
down many stairs. Another metal door and lock and then his captor set him down in a chair. 

As his captor moved around the room Bill thought about what had happened since he was pulled out of the trunk. 
His captor was big and strong. Whatever building they were in was big. They had walked for a good 5 minutes or 
more before coming to this room. Although he had no way of telling, he knew they were underground. It was 
just the feeling of a lot of earth on top of them. Plus since coming down the stairs it felt both cool and 
humid like they were in a basement. His captor didn’t seem to tire at all carrying him through the building, 
his breathing never changed. So far it seemed that it was just the two of them. So far he had no chance of doing 
anything.

For the next few minutes he heard his captor moving around the room. Refrigerator door opening and closing. 
Someone eating and drinking. Then taking a piss and toilet flushing. Finally the footsteps came over toward 
him. The stopped right in front of him. Although he couldn’t see anything he felt the shadow and the presence 
of the person in front of him. Deep down in the pit of his gut, Bills bad feeling got worse. For all he knew 
this person could take his gun and shoot him on the spot. Bill’s body was tense, not knowing what was going 
to happen next. The footsteps  walked behind him and he felt the man untying the gag from his mouth. As soon 
as it was loose Bill bellowed,  “Whoever the fuck you are, you are in a world of shit. You attacked and 
kidnapped a cop. They will fuckin put you under the freakin prison for this! If you know what the fuck is 
good for you, you will untie me and let me go!” 

Bill paused to hear the response from his captor. The only thing Bill heard was the man’s breathing and 
his footsteps walking away. Bill continued his tirade about how dumb it was to kidnap a cop and what 
would happen to the guy. His words were only met with silence until Bill heard the sounds of someone lifting 
weights. It was a sound that Bill knew all too well. The clang of iron and the grunts and growls of someone 
pounding some serious weight . Bill continued his tirade to the back ground sounds of this guy working out. 
For what seemed like hours all he heard was the clang of weights and grunts and growls. Bill shut up after 
awhile because he knew his words were falling on deaf ears.

When the sound of the workout stopped. Bill tried another ploy. “Listen, just put me back in the car, drive 
it somewhere and leave it. Somebody will find it let me loose and no one will be the wiser. We both can 
forget about this and act as if it didn’t happen.” Even as he said it, Bill knew this ploy wouldn’t work 
either.  He finally decided that his best be was to wait for his captor to make his next move. Bill wouldn’t 
have to wait long. Soon the foot steps came near again and he felt his blind fold being untied. Bill could 
smell the aroma of fresh sweat from the man’ s body. Bill blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light in the 
room and his captor walked in front of him.

Bill got his first look at his captor. First thoughts, Oh shit!  Standing in front of him was one of the 
largest men he had ever seen. The guy was probably his same height, but he had to weigh in excess of 350 pounds 
of solid muscle. The guy wore a pair of chinos, combat boots and sunglasses. His upper body was shiny with 
sweat. His muscles were pumped up and massive. Huge veins crissed crossed his upper body. Intricate tattoos 
covered his arms, chest and abs. Bill recognized many of them as prison tattoos. The man’s lower body stretched 
the chino pants over his massive legs. 

Looking at the mans face he didn’t immediately recognize it, but Bill knew he had seen this man before. The man 
had a short black hair that was cut almost short enough for a crew cut. His features look Italian or Hispanic, 
the more Bill look the more he thought Italian. Strong square jaw. Mouth framed by a long thick black goatee. 
The man’s thick neck was larger than his head. This dude was a monster. 

Bill quickly looked around the room and he saw that he was right. They were in a big concrete room that had old 
pipes and equipment in it. They were in the basement of some big building. His captor had a bed, refrigerator, 
table and what looked like a small gym of free weights and benches in the far corner. TV and Radio was there as 
well.  Other than that the room was empty. Bill turned his attention back to his captor. The black lenses of his 
sunglasses hid his eyes, but Bill could feel them looking at him. “What the fuck you looking at!” Bill said. 
Trying to push his dominance in this situation. He knew deep down that being weak with this man wasn’t going 
to work.  “Fucking bitch as convict! Figures it would be a pussy as skell to sneak up on a man instead of coming 
to him man to man” Bill went on trying to push some buttons to get some kind of reaction of his captor. The man’s 
face never change. 

When Bill finally shut up the man stepped up to him and squatted down so they were closer to being face to face. 
If Bills legs had been loose he could have kick the fucker in the balls or something. No chance here. Then he 
heard the first words from his captor. “This fuckin eats your ass up, doesn’t it. Not being in control of anything. 
No chance of  getting the advantage. No punk ass crooked cops to back you up.” His captor said in a deep voice. 
Something clicked when he heard the man’s voice. He still didn’t know who this guy was, but he was 
closer. “Fuck you!” Bill said. The man smiled and took off his sunglasses. Bill then knew who he was facing. 
It all came back.

Almost 15 years ago, Bill and a couple other cops ripped off a drug dealer for 90 grand in cash and over 200 grand 
in drugs. In the process they had killed two dealers. There had been a lot of drug killings that summer and they 
pressure from the mayor, media and populations someone had to be blamed. The three of them decided to setup a 
couple of strong arm guys. After planting a half a kilo of cocaine and guns in their car, Bill had pulled the 
two over after they had left a local bar. Bill called in his accomplices and in the blink of an eye these guys 
were up on charges of murder and drug trafficking. Everything would have been perfect except that they guys had 
alibis from a couple other career criminals that seem pretty solid. The DA made a deal for manslaughter and 
possession of a controlled substance. Instead of 25 to life for murder and drug trafficking, they got 15 to 20. 
Both took the deal and Bill figured that these two would never get out before the 20 years were up or maybe not 
at all. They were sent to the toughest prison in the state. But now here he sat, tied up in front of Vito Danello.

Vito had been a big guy before he went to prison. He and Bill had been about the same size. Vito had a bad rep 
on the street. Crossing him was not a good idea. 14 years ago Vito was the go to guy when you needed to hire 
someone hurt. He was good at it and he enjoyed it. Bill watched as Vito saw that he finally recognized him. His 
smile broadened and it was like looking at a shark. “You finally remembered.” Vito said, his black eye hard as 
steel. “Never thought you’d see me again did you.”

“Fuck you convict! Don’t know how you got out, but they are gonna stuff your ass under the fuckin jail!” Bill spat 
back at him. Vito smiled and said, “You put up a pretty good act, but we both know that you are a bigger criminal 
than I ever was. I met more guys in the can that you fucked over. You were the center of many conversations. I knew 
it was you who set me up and that’s all I thought about while I was in the can. One day getting out and giving you 
some pay back.” 

Shit, Bill thought. It was worse than he imagined. This fucker could be up to anything, include trying to set him 
up but getting him to admit something on tape. “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about. Nobody did anything 
but put your murdering drug dealing ass in jail. Kidnapping me only proves prison is where you belonged.”  Bill said. 

Vito chuckled and stood up. “Even to the end you spit out the bullshit. Before I am done, you will tell the 
truth.” Vito said walking back over to his table. Bill didn’t know what Vito had planned.  “Yeah big ass pussy 
like you couldn’t face me like a man, you had to fuckin tie me up. Bitch! You know if I was out of this chair 
I would fuckin tear your head off!” Bill tried to prod Vito into doing something stupid. The big man said nothing, 
but walked back over to him. Looking up at him Bill watched him walk behind him and felt him unlock his hand 
cuffs. Bill brought his arms forward and looked at the strap and tying his knees and ankles together. They were 
simple leather straps with heavy Velcro on them. He released his legs and stood up. Vito had walked back over 
to the other side of the room. His back to Bill. 

Bill looked around the room and saw the door 20 feet away. Look back at Vito ignoring him he walked quickly over 
to the big metal door and found it locked. Bill slammed his fist into the door and turned back to Vito who was 
facing him now. “Open the fucking door motherfucker!” Bill said as he slowly walked back over to the chair he 
had been tied up to. He watch as Vito squeezed his massive hands into a pair of short black leather gloves. Hell 
they were his black leather gloves. They were XL and he watched as Vito pushed his massive hands into them. The 
gloves were so stretched so tight that they were shiny. Vito started walking toward him. “The only way you get out 
of this room is through me. You want to unlock that door, you gonna have to kill me to get the key. Don’t look 
for your guns, your boot knife or any of the rest of your gear.” Vito said standing five feet from him. Bill watched 
as the big man rolled his shoulders and flexed his massive hands into fist. “Here’s your chance. Man to man. Face 
to face. Rip my fuckin head off and you get to walk out of here. Otherwise you and I are gonna have a nice long 
prison party.”

Vito stood in front of him. Bill knew that he was in for the fight of his life. Vito had left him in his uniform 
but had stripped all his weapons from him, even the hidden ones. The only thing he had left was his two hands. 
Most of the time Bill never had to worry about anybody bigger than him. As a 280 pound powerlifting cop, he never 
had to worry about handling himself on the street. He lost count of the perps he had ran down, beat down, hand 
cuffed and beat down some more. But none of them had been monsters like Vito. This was going to be the toughest 
fight of his life and maybe his last.

Bill put up his hands and they started circling each other. Bill threw a couple of  jabs and found the big man 
easily dodged his blows. Damn he was fast too. Bill faked a jab and tried for an upper cut. Vito stepped to the 
side and threw a right hook into Bill ribs. Bill knees got weak from the power of the blow. As he leaned to his 
aching side he was open up to any blow that Vito wanted to throw. None came, Vito let him recover. Bill wonder why 
as he stood up and started toward Vito again. For the next 5 minutes it went this way. Bill would try to land a 
blow and Vito side stepped or blocked it and landed a massive blow of his own. Each time it was a single powerful 
strike to his mid section. Bill realized that Vito was toying with him. His ribs and back ached from where the man 
landed his massive blows. When Bill finally landed a shot of his own it barely gained a grunt from the big man and 
it felt like he had hit a brick wall. 

Bill decided that if he got in close maybe he could get a cheap shot in a gain an advantage. Stepping in Bill 
through a right hook into Vito gut and then tried to grapple his left arm with an arm bar or something that would 
allow him to try to get a shot at his crotch or throat. He got a grip on Vito’s wrist but quickly found Vito’s 
fist slamming down on the side of his head, he lost his grip on Vito’s arm and double over as Vito rammed his knee 
into Bills ribs. Bill was about to pitch over but Vito grabbed his shirt and pulled him back up and landed two 
hooks into his kidneys. Bills back arched and Vito quickly picked him up over his head and tossed him into the wall. 
Bill fell to the floor in a ball of pain. Vito was up on his toes now. It was impossible for a man that big to be 
so light on his feat and so fast. 

Vito walked over to him as Bill struggled to his feet. “Come on fucker, we are just getting started.” Vito said 
as he threw a right cross that Bill blocked with his arm and through a right of his own that landed on Vito’s jaw. 
Bill had put some real heat behind it. It turned Vito head a bit, but was Vito face rotated back toward him he 
saw it had done no damage. For that matter Vito eye glittered as he grabbed Bill, slammed him against the wall and 
started peppering him with blows. Bill tried to block some, but he realized after the third blow that Vito had 
been holding back before, now he was hitting him with his real strength. Somewhere after the fifth punch Bill could 
no longer stand or defend himself. Neither of those facts stopped Vito. Holding Bill up with one hand he pounded 
him with the other. Bill watched as each blow slammed into his body, Vito aiming at a new undamaged area with each 
blow. Bill lost count on how many times Vito hit him before he let him slide to the ground. Although he couldn’t 
see himself, he felt blood running from his mouth and nose. His left eye was swelling up and he was sure at least 
a couple ribs were broken. 

“Yeah!” Vito yelled standing over him.  Bill looking up saw the big man looking down at him.  “Get up!” Vito taunted. 
Bill shook his head. Vito pulled his leg back and let his boot slam into Bills gut. Bill felt another rib or two 
crack from the blow of those steel toe boots.  Bill curled into a ball and Vito next kick slammed into his back. 
The kick was so powerful it lifted him of the ground a few inches and slammed him into the wall behind him. Vito 
kicked him 5 or 6 more times. The last one caught him across the temple and the room started getting dark again. 
Bill didn’t black out but he couldn’t see anything too well. 

Bill barely felt as Vito started stripping him out of his uniform. First his leather jacket, then shirt, undershirt, 
and it wasn’t until Vito was taking off his second boot that Bill realized what was going on. He tried to struggle 
only to have Vito pull him up pulled his head back and head butted him 3 times. Propelled by Vito’s massive 25 inch 
neck, his head hit Bills like a wrecking ball. The first head butt took the fight out of Bill, the second and third 
turned Bills world into darkness and pain. Vito tosses him back the ground and took his second boot off and then 
his pants. Soon all Bill was wearing was his underwear. Even though Bill vision was blurry he looked up and saw Vito 
standing over him. Bills eye fell down to Vito crotch were he could see a massive cock shaped bulge down his pants 
leg. Vito gloved hand was rubbing that growing bulge. Bill tried backing away. His mind went to what Vito said when 
this started, Prison Party. Vito reached down and pulled Bill to his feet by his neck. “Come on pig it time to start 
the party.” Vito said as he lifted Bill of the ground and carried him over near the weights in the room. Bill tried 
to squeak out a protest, but Vito massive hand squeezed his throat closed. 

Bill felt Vito twist him around and Vito could see them both in a big mirror mounted on the wall. Bill saw how small 
he was in Vito hands. He watch them both in the mirror as Vito slipped his arms under Bills and put him in a full 
nelson. Bill watched as those massive arms trapped his above his head. Vito pulled him back against his body as he 
started Bills head into his chest. Bill could feel Vito huge sweaty pecs and roid gut pressing into his back, but 
worst of all he could feel Vito massive hard on through his pants. “Feel that pig.” Vito growled in his ear. Bill 
started to struggle. He tried to break his Vito hold with all his strength. Vito ground his hard-on into Bill’s 
ass cheeks. “That’s right struggle Hardcheck. Yeah, struggle. Only gonna get me more worked up.” Vito said roughly 
in his hear. Bill looked at himself and Vito in the mirror as Vito started applying more pressure. Bill struggles 
grew weaker. The veins in Vito arms crawled under his skin as his body pumped more blood into his massive arms. 

“All I did while I was in prison, was eat and work out. Eat and work out. 14 years of it. All the while thinking 
about you. What I was going to do to you when I got out. Dreamed about it.  I got better steroids in the can than 
I got on the streets. I beat and snuffed out ever tough guy and monster that I came across.  It wasn’t long before 
I was running the cell block.” Vito growled in his ear. Telling him how they got to this point. Bill could feel 
Vito grinding his cock into his ass. He could hear the excitement in his voice “15 years is a long time to be locked 
up. By the 3rd year I decided I needed to fuck something. So I caught the biggest meanest fucker in next cell block 
in the shower, beat him down and raped him right in front of the other prisoners.” Vito continued, his arms applying 
more pressure. “Guards loved watching me do it. Soon they were throwing all the newbie’s to me. If they had a tough 
guy who needed to taught a lesson, they would throw him in a cell with me for a few days. Every head I broke I thought 
of you. Every rib I broke I thought of you. Every neck I snapped I thought of you. Every ass I fucked I thought about 
you. I knew that it was nothing compared to what I was going to do to you.” Vito said as his arms cranked down again. 
The pain in Bills neck and shoulder was blinding. The room as getting dim. Bill somehow managed “Fuck you”. Vito 
laughed, “Nah Hardcheck, I’m going to fuck you. Gonna enjoy busting your cherry. Rip you ass to pieces.” Bill blacked 
out as he felt Vito push his head down into his chest. 

End of Chapter 2

Chapter 3 … Prison Party