Payback Chapter 4 : Making of a Monster By: gmboot@gbmorphs.com Bill woke up to the sounds of weighs being lifted. The raw hot pain from before was now a dull body shaking ache. He could only see out of one eye. Each breath reminded him that at least 4 of his ribs were broken in several places. The raw burning of his asshole reminded him that he had been raped by a 375 ex-convict. Looking up he saw the man who was his captor, his rapist. In the mirror he quietly watched as Vito benched pressed, squatted and curled more weight than he had ever seen a human being lift. Vito was wearing another worn and torn jockstrap, combat boots and a Bill’s uniform shirt. Vito had ripped the arms off it and the sides of it were spit as his lats flared out of them. The shirt stood open because there was no way possible that it could close over his massive chest. Bill watched as Vito body pumped and expanded as he went through his work out. Bill’s uniform shirt was soaked through with Vito sweat. Being in the basement of some building with no windows or change in temperature, Bill had no idea that he had been blacked out for over 10 hours. Bill had managed not to move anything but his head slightly as he watched Vito workout. When Vito was finished he walked over to where Bill hung. Bill closed his eye and tried to pretend he was still out. Vito walked over in front of him and stood inches from his body. Bill could smell the sweat and sex radiating from Vito’s body. “Look at me Boy.” Vito growled. Bill didn’t move. Vito stepped forward and Bill flinched as Vito hot sweaty body pressed into his. “I said look at me.” Vito said louder. Bill looked up and Vito massive body filled his view. His sweat soaked shirt stuck to his body. Vito eyes bore into his and he couldn’t look away. Vito stepped closer to him so his face was less than an inch from Bill’s. Bill’s body started trembling in fear. Vito took a deep breath and he could smell the metallic smell of raw fear coming off of Bill. He reached down and stroked his cock and Bill couldn’t help but moan in fear. “Going hunting tonight.” Vito said roughly. “Gonna find the other pig that put me away.” Vito continued as he pressed his hot sweaty body against Bill’s. Vito’s forehead and nose pushing into Bill’s face. “Gonna bring him back here so we can party some more. Let him see what I’ve done to you and then let you watch me do it all over again to him.” Vito said and Bill whimpered. Vito stepped back and walked behind him. Bill felt Vito’s massive body press into his and his semi hard cock grind into his ass. “Don’t worry, you still my main Bitch. This party began with you and it will end with you.” Vito said slapping Bill’s ass so hard that he let out a yelp. Bill watched over Vito over the next 30 minutes get into his hunting gear. Vito put on a pair of Black Swat BDU pants, his heavy steel toe combat boots, black t-shirt and black construction worker duck coat. He walked over in front of Bill to look in the mirror. Vito pulled a black skull cap over his head and put on a pair of dark sunglasses. He turned around facing Bill. Even with the clothes on, Vito massive size couldn’t be hidden. If he had ever run into Vito on the street dressed like this his gun would’ve been out in less than a second. An aura of violence and menace surrounded the man. Bill watched in fear as Vito slid his hands into the leather gloves he used to beat him with last night. The fear must have been shining in his eyes because Vito thick goatee split with a cruel smile. Vito walked passed him, picked up a gym bag and walked out to the door of the room. Vito turned out the lights and the room was pitch black. Bill heard the massive steel door close and lock behind him. It was late afternoon when Vito left the old abandoned school where he left Bill hanging up in the dark. Leaving the police cruiser parked in the loading dock of the school, Vito drove an old panel van he borrowed from a someone who owed him more than a little money. It was 15years old and in descript, which was perfect for his hunting expedition. Vito knew that Paul Delaya shift began at 6 PM. Vito drove around Paul’s house to see if anything changed in the past few days. It hadn’t and everything was set. Vito turned on his police scanner radio and listen in to the calls. When he heard Delaya call sign over the radio he knew where to find him. Vito was soon trailing around Delaya and his partner all over the precinct. They never saw Vito. He was always just another face in the crowd. Delaya was a fireplug of a man. He stood around 5’6 inches tall but tipped the scales at a solid 240-250 pounds. Like Hardcheck, he had a rep of being a tough guy on the street, but he was a light weight to Vito. Around 11 PM when Vito saw that Paul was having a normal day he knew that everything should work out fine. Vito stopped trailing them and drove about a mile away from Paul’s house. He parked the van in an abandoned lot in a really bad neighborhood. The Van was beat up enough that no one would mess with it. Taking alley ways, jumping fences through back yards, Vito made his way back to Paul’s house. Vito, jimmied the side door to Paul’s garage. Slipping inside, he unscrewed the light in the garage door opener and in the ceiling. No matter what, when Paul drove into the garage tonight, he’d be going in blind. Vito found a spot behind some old boxes just inside the door. Taking off the carpenters coat, Vito go comfortable and waited. He knew it would be at least a couple hours until Paul made it back. Vito would be waiting for him. Vito sat back and as he waited he started thinking about how this all began. How from his years in prison lead him up to this. Vito had known he had been setup. He also knew that there was little he could do to convince anybody who mattered that the drugs and money weren’t his. He had done too many other bad things and had too bad of a rep for anybody to believe any different. Even when the door of his jail cell closed for the first time he knew the only thing he could do is, survive and prepare for the revenge he was gonna visit onto the cops who set him up. His rep had followed him into prison. First few days he met up with a couple of guys who had known on the outside. They had spread his rep around and he had prison props automatically. Plus, who was gonna step to a 6’2, 290 pound man to make trouble. You’d think nobody. But this was prison after all, a place where a rep had to be maintained. There was always somebody who thought they were tougher. The first time someone decided to test him was two months into his 20 year sentence. He was alone sweeping up the tool shop when two guys covered in swastikas and SS tattoos came into the room. Vito could immediately tell what they weren’t there to talk. The way the spread out to opposite sides of him. He could see the predator in their eyes. The only problem was that they didn’t realize that a far more viscous predator was in their midst. Vito dropped the broom handle and rolled his shoulders, immediately ready for a fight. Both guys were reasonable big boys, 260-270 pounds. Vito had seen them working out. One of them had a shiv probably made in this very shop Vito was sweeping up. They tried to move in on him together. But their coordination was off. When the first one took a stab at him, Vito side stepped the strike, and grabbing the guy’s wrist he twisted it and slammed his other fist into his face. Vito let go of the guy because he knew he was no longer an immediate threat because his wrist was broken and his nose was smashed. Spinning around Vito caught a right cross his chin as the other guy move in. The blow was strong, but Vito was an unusual man. Not only did he love to fight, but the more he fought, the more he was hit, the stronger and more aggressive he got. He had a rep of being a monster on the street and it was well earned. The blow to his chin didn’t do anything to him. Even as the other man tried to follow through with another blow, Vito stepped in close with him grappled his right arm under his and grabbed the collar of the other mans shirt and pulled him forward. Vito head butted the man twice before tossing him into the side of a huge metal press machine. Blood rained down the mans face as he fell to the ground stunned. Vito was breathing hard and a vicious grin split his face. He loved this shit. His cock was rock hard in his pants and he knew he wanted to have some fun. Walking over to the bigger man he hand just stunned. Vito pulled him up and proceeded to beating him about the body and face. It had been months since Vito had a chance to really let loose, too bad for these fuckers. Vito held nothing back from his blows. The man had long ago stopped being able to cover himself up. Vito saw out of the corner of his eye, his first attacker trying to get out of the room. Vito tossed his victim aside and with 5 quick steps caught the other guy before he could leave the room. As he spun the man around Vito saw for the first time that there was a pair of guards watching him. The said nothing, just stood back in the shadows as he worked these guys over. Most guys would have stopped, but Vito didn’t give a fuck. If they wanted to watch let them. He’d give them a show. Vito slammed the guy face forward into a the wall and while he held him up by his neck with his left hand, he jack hammered his right into the mans lower back and kidneys. By the 3rd hook to his back, the man lost control of his bladder and piss ran freely down his leg. Vito moved his punches higher to where he was pounding the man’s back and ribs. Ever 3rd or 4th blow a loud snap of a fracture or broken rib, reverberated into the room. Vito turned him around and continued his bone crushing punishment to the man’s stomach and chest. Blood ran freely down his chin as each blow made him cough up blood. Vito lost count on the number of blows he rained down on this guy, they were nothing but a broken bag of bones when he was done. At some point Vito let the man fall unconscious and broken to the ground and headed back over to his other play thing. The man struggled to his feet and just as he looked up Vito right fist landed on his jaw, shattering it all the way up to his eye socket. The man hit the floor face first and Vito stepped over him and grabbed the man arm and twisted it in an unnatural angle. Vito heard one of the guards say, “Enough.” Vito turned and looked at him while still holding his victim arm twisted. Vito smiled and brutally twisted the arm further with three loud cracks, shattering the man’s forearm, upper arm and ripping it out of it shoulder socket. The man scream echoed down the hall and through out that part of the building. Vito let him hit the floor. “Now its enough.” Vito said. He knew that he was probably gonna end up in solitary for this, be he could give a fuck. It felt good to let loose again. They walked over to him and instead of accosting him one of the guards kicked the second attacker in the side as he stood over him. Turning to Vito he said, “They said you were the real thing. A real fuckin monster.” It was then it all began. This was a maximum security prison, a place where they sent the real bad guys. But instead of keeping them locked up away from each other, they let them all have at it. The guards and warden were brutal men, who respected brutality. Survival of the fittest. Out of sheer numbers the guards could have easily taken Vito down, and kept him in solitary. Try to break his spirit. But instead, the encouraged him. Over the next year they kept putting him in situations where he would end up “defending” himself. Each time it was rougher than the next. Vito’s rep from the street was now growing in prison. The second year was when he started getting his steroids; some experimental stuff being tested at the prison. The warden had sent word to the doctors testing their materials that Vito was only to be given the best of the real thing. No placebos. Nothing dangerous that could harm him. Vito turned out to be one of the doctors favorite subjects. When the doctor first saw Vito he swore that the man was already heavily medicated with muscle enhancement drugs. Only after blood and piss test he saw that Vito was completely clean, with naturally elevated levels of muscle growing hormones. The doctor decided the Vito was the perfect Alpha subject. The individual who would get the proven drugs and procedures after it was tested on others. The doctor mapped Vito DNA then mapped his drugs to match perfectly to Vito genetic structure. Because it was mapped perfectly to the basic building blocks of his body, the effect bonded to him. The gains he made would stay with him for the rest of his life. Mind you, there was no instant growth. He didn’t gain 20 pounds over night. No this stuff worked over months and years. More than anything it spiked his aggression and his sex drive. The aggression Vito controlled through his workouts with weights and his fights. His sex drive was another matter. Vito was straight and there were no women inside. His right hand was his best friend for 3 years. It wasn’t until his 5th year he found out what it was like to rape a man. Vito was working out in the yard. To say he was the biggest dog in the prison was an understatement. 4 years of taking the doctors gear and working out twice a day on the weights, Vito tipped the scales at 330 granite hard pounds. By now Vito had a crew of his own around him. At this time it was 7 other prisoners that had fallen under Vito leadership. Some of them Vito had known on the outside and some who had fallen victim of Vito’s beat down, but put up enough of a fight that Vito respected them. Ever man in his crew became an alpha subject for the doctors experiments. Not a single man weighed in less than 290 pounds. Wherever they went, the 8 of them ruled that section of the prison. When Cell Block B got their daily time in the yard, prisoners parted like water before them. Anybody using the weights in the yard when Vito and his crew came out scattered to the four winds if they knew what was good for them. Three guards walked through the yard over to the weight area. Major Stanton was the head guard. Beside him strode two of his biggest men. Vito’s men stood when they saw them coming and although they had an agreement with the guards, they still were protective of their leader. They stood in front of Vito as he finished his 3rd set of incline benches with 600 pounds on the bar. The Major could have demand they move, but he knew that Vito commanded the same respect on the prisoners’ side of things as he did on the guards. It was a matter of respect to let the man finish his set. When he did, Vito stood up and walked over to the Major. Major Stanton was still blown away by Vito. Even though he was no small man. Hell he was proud of his 285 pounds, but he knew that he was nowhere near the size or strength of the monster standing in front of him. Both men stood 6’2, but Vito shoulders, chest and arms were massive. Standing in front of this man, he literally filled your vision right to left. Vito also had that aura of potentially raw and deadly violence, his eyes that of a deadly predator. If you didn’t know what to look for you would think that he was just some brutal thug. Which he was and he loved it, but looking deeper into his eyes you could see the shrewd intelligence that nobody would associate with his body. Vito’s eyes stared into the Major’s mirrored shades. It was eerie because he was sure Vito could see into his eyes through the mirrored glass. “The warden would like you to do a favor for him.” Stanton said. Vito stood there for 15 seconds then nodded. The Major started walking away and Vito walked behind him. When his men began to follow, Vito simple shook his head and they stayed there working out. Vito followed the Major into Cell Block A, every one parted way for them. Most looked the other way as they walked past. Eyeballing the head of the guards wasn’t a smart idea and eyeballing Vito was a beat down waiting to happen. Cell Block A was the oldest of the prison facilities. Over 60 years old. Cold broken and crumbling in many places. They went into the basement of the building to where the prisoner showers were. They stopped outside the shower and the Major turned to him and said, “The warden would like you to spend some time with the person in the shower. The individual was responsible for the rape and murder of the child of a friend of a friend of the wardens. He assured them that this person would be taught a very slow and painful lesson. The warden doesn’t want him dead yet, he wants him to experience this pain over the life of his visit to our prison.” Vito nodded and started taking off his clothes. Soon Vito stood in front of the guards dressed in nothing but his black boots. The captain had to refrain himself from staring at the man. He handed Vito a pair of short black search gloves all the guards wore. Vito took them and squeezed his massive hands into the glove. They watched him walk into the shower and closed the barred door behind them. They quickly walked up to the second tier walkway that encircled the shower room. It was from here that guards could watch prisoners shower and make sure nothing untoward happened. In truth it was the guards own private show. Front row seats from above. They watched as Vito walked across the room to the man showering. Vito walked into the shower his anger already rising. Normally, Vito could give a guy a beat down just for the hell of it and it would evoke no emotion other than the pleasure of the fight. But Vito hated child molesters. There was nothing lower than that in his book. This fucker raped and murdered a little girl. Vito temper was boiling as he walked toward the man. George homesteadurffy was surprised when the guards took him to the shower before showing him his cell. He knew his time in prison wasn’t gonna be easy. Child molesters weren’t known to live long in your average prison, in this place he thought his days were severely numbered. He figured he had a few days before he had to face his first challenge and that was when the monster walked into the shower. homesteadurffy heard the cell door close to the massive shower room and he turned to see the largest man in his life walking toward him. Looking up he saw the guards who had brought him to the shower looking down from the viewing tier at him, grinning. “Awww fuck!” homesteadurffy said as Vito walked toward him He was in no hurry. It allowed homesteadurffy to get a better look at his punishment. “Hey man, I don’t want no trouble. I just want to do my time and mind my own business” homesteadurffy said as Vito neared him. Vito simply shook his head as he neared the man who was backing away from him. homesteadurffy tried to find a way around him, but Vito proved not only to be a huge man, but an agile one as well. homesteadurffy found his back in a corner wall when Vito finally reached him. Even and homesteadurffy opened his mouth to say something else, Vito back handed him with his massive right hand. The blow slammed homesteadurffy into the wall. He would have started sliding to the shower floor except Vito grabbed him around the neck and punched him square in the face. The blow snapped homesteadurffy head back against the wall. homesteadurffy lifted up his arm to protect his face and soon found Vito massive gloved hands slamming into his body. 30-40 seconds, 20 blows into the beating and homesteadurffy had no strength to protect himself any more. He wasn’t a large man, standing 6 feet tall and 210 pounds, he was a light weight in comparison. Vito let homesteadurffy slide to the ground, blood ran from the man nose and mouth. “Get up!” Vito growled. “Get Up!” homesteadurffy struggled to his knees and Vito kicked the man in the ribs, slamming him into the wall. The sound of breaking ribs echoed through the room. The guards were looking and pointing at the beating, talking to each other as if they were watching a boxing match. Vito reached down and picked up homesteadurffy and started beating him again. Vito took his time, making sure the homesteadurffy saw each blow coming. 10 minutes later homesteadurffy face was a swollen bloody mess. Blood ran down his face and chest freely. Vito body was splattered with homesteadurrfy blood. Vito fury hadn’t abated in the least. He could hear the guards above cheering him on. Pulling homesteadurffy up, Vito turned him around and wrapped his arms around his head and neck in a choke hold. Vito started squeezing down with his massive arms. homesteadurffy weakly struggled against him and his arms applied more and more pressure. homesteadurffy’s ass was rubbing and twitching against Vito semi hard cock as he slowly choked this man out. Soon his semi hard cock was rock hard. Suddenly Vito rage, aggression and sex drive combined and solidified into one overwhelming feeling. “So you like raping kids do you.” Vito said as he drug the man over to the shower wall. “Well let’s see how you like it!” Vito said as he let go of the choke hold and crushed the man against the wall with his forearm in his back. His right hand took his rock hard cock and slid it up and down the mans crack. He heard homesteadurffy moan in fear and Vito growled in pleasure as he rammed his cock up the fuckers ass. homesteadurffy muffle scream was drowned out by Vito growl of vicious pleasure. The guards watched in awe as Vito took his first ass. They had all seen men rapping and fucking each other in the prison, but Vito had never partook before this as far as the new. They watched as Vito power fucked homesteadurffy, watching his massive body put everything into pounding this man ass into jelly. 5 years of jerking off was a shadow of pleasure compared to his thick throbbing cock slamming in and out of this fuckers ass. He forgot about the guards watching him and his body turned into a fuck machine. The guards watched as Vito held the man up with one hand, rapped his ass with his cock and started pounding homesteadurffy’s back and kidneys with his other hand. At some point and time homesteadurffy lost consciousness, but Vito kept fucking him until he blew his load deep into his victim. He let out a roar the echo through the shower and lower half of the prison. Pulling out of homesteadurffy, he let the man fall to the floor in front of him. Sweat ran down Vito body mixing with the blood. The guards all had hard on in their pants and a couple visibly rubbed their crotch. Vito looked down at homesteadurffy, a broken and bloody mess. Reaching down with and pulling them man up to his knees Vito pulled homesteadurffy mouth open and slid semi hard cock down his throat. “Clean it up.” Vito growled as he slid his cock in and out of the unconscious mans mouth. Vito barely heard one of the guards say “Fuck!” as he shot a load in his pants. The others looked at the fellow guard, but said nothing because each of them wanted to do the same. When the cum had been cleaned off Vito picked homesteadurffy up and literally through him into cell door to the shower room. The Vito walked over and taking his cock in his hand he loosed a stream of hot steaming bull piss up and down the mans body. Briefly looking up at the guards watching him, Vito walked over to one of the shower heads turned it on and washed the sweat and blood from his body. The guards walked down to the first tier and picked up the beaten and broken homesteadurffy. The Major checked the man and found him to be still breathing. He told his guards to take the man to the infirmary. They would fix him up and he’d get another beating. The Major sent the rest of his men away with homesteadurffy as Vito finished showering off. The Major watched, his cock rock hard down his leg. After all his time in the prison system he had never seen anything so brutal and primal in his life. He was a straight arrow, but something about this big fucker effected him on a deep primal level. As Vito walked out past him, still dripping wet, Stanton could swear he could still smell the aroma of man sex radiating of the man. Neither man said anything, but each could see in the others eyes that something in the last 30 minutes had changed both of them. Vito had realized that his time in prison would no longer be spent with his hand and the Major knew that he wanted to see this man do this to others again and again. Over the next 10 years Vito grew bigger and more vicious. He managed to pack another 40 pounds of muscle on his frame. One year a new guy came into his tier. A real tough guy, but not tough enough. Vito had a long talk with him one afternoon. The guy spent 2 weeks in the infirmary and when he got out, he joined Vito’s crew. Vito found out the guy was a fantastic tattoo artist. Soon his crew were sporting tattoos that guys would have paid thousands of dollars for on the outside. Vito ended his celibacy and fucked who and what he wanted throughout the prison. His rape of homesteadurffy changed his mind about man to man sex. Vito never had any doubt about his manhood and found that he liked the rough and brutal male action more than he did his intercourse with women. When his crew found out about it, it was like a damn broke because soon they all found they like each others company rather well. For the other prisoners there was nothing worse than being caught in the showers or alone by one of them, god forbid more than one. Guys on his crew came and went. Some had shorter sentences others longer, but they all bonded together in real brotherhood. When one got out and needed help the other was there for him. When Guido got out, two of his crew picked him up at the front gate. They had helped him slide back into the city without it being widely known. Helped him plan his payback. Even as he sat there and waited for his second victim, Vito knew that his boys would be there for him through the whole thing. Vito snapped out of his reverie when he heard a car pull up outside. The garage door opened and head lights lit the garage. Vito watched as a 2005 Navigator pulled into the garage. Vito listened as the car door opened. “Fucking cheap light bulbs.” Delaya mumbled. When he closed the door to his Navigator, the room went pitch black. Vito moved quickly and silently. 4 fast steps and Vito would behind the man. On the third step Delaya sensed something because he started to turn, his hand reaching for his gun. Vito hand grabbed Paul’s wrist as he turned around. As Paul was pulling out his gun Vito hand clamed down on his wrist with enough pressure that it cause him to drop his gun. With the barest of light leaking in through the window on the other side of the garage, Paul saw a huge shape standing before him. “What the fuck …” was the only thing he managed before Vito head butted him. Paul’s world burst into bright stars as pain lanced through his skull. He barely felt Vito spin him around facing the Navigator. Vito slammed him into the side of the SUV then followed it up with a leg buckling right hook to Paul’s kidney. Paul’s legs turned to jelly and he started to fall to the ground and Vito pulled him back up. The pain cause Paul’s vision to clear and that’s when he felt Vito two huge arms wrap around his head and neck in a classic grappling choke hold. Paul thrashed as Vito applied more pressure. Paul’s hands reached up to pull at Vito arms crushing down on his head and neck but his gloved hands could gain no purchase. Paul next tried to throw and elbow into Vito stomach and ribs, the blows connected but it was like hitting a human brick wall. “That’s right fucker, struggle. Yeah, struggle.” Vito growled as he slowly applied more pressure. Vito cock was rock hard as he continued to choke his victim out. Vito ground his cock into the man back and ass. Paul’s struggles weakened and within 30 seconds he was completely out. Vito was tempted to do him right here and now. All it would take was a twist of his arms and shoulders and Paul’s neck would break. Just the thought of it made Vito cock drool prefuck. Then Vito thought about all the fun he would have watching Hardcheck watch as he turned his cop buddy into his bitch too. Vito loosened his arms and let Paul fall to the garage floor in a heap. Vito went to his bag in the corner and pulled out cuffs, ankle irons, and duck tape from his bag. In less than 2 minutes he had Paul completely secure and wrapped up like a package. Vito then pulled out a leather dildo gag and secured it to Delaya mouth. Lastly he pulled out two heavy canvas duffle bags and pulled on over the man’s head and the other over his feet. Vito quickly put his coat back on and slung Delaya over his shoulder and headed back to his truck carrying the 250 pound man like he was a sack of flower. No one saw the massive black shape as it ran and jumped fences with his human package. ¾ of the way to his truck Vito felt Delaya start to wake. By the time he reached the van the man was struggling again. Vito open the back of the Van and threw Delaya in. Climbing in behind him Vito pounded the bag with three massive blows. Delaya stopped moving and Vito heard a muffled moan. Taking additional pieces of rope, Vito secured the Delaya in his bags to the side of the van to where he could move or thrash around. He was wrapped in a cocoon of ropes, chains and tape. Vito got into the drivers seat and started the Van. He didn’t even realize he was grinning as he drove back to the abandoned school. His gloved hand rubbing his hard on through his pants the entire time.