Joey Scimeca was a big guy - big, strong and stupid. It wasn't that he lacked smarts. No, it was 'cause he never learned from his mistakes.

See, Joey was a two-faced back-stabber. No matter how many times fellas in the neighborhood would try to help him out, he'd fuck 'em over when they wasn't lookin'.

For example: One time Joey's hard up for cash and can't pay the rent, so this guy gets him a job workin' at his brother-in-law's meat market. Two days later, 'bout 50 pounds of beef comes up missin'. Sure enough, when the fellas busted into Joey's apartment, there's the meat scattered all over in the front room, just rottin' and smellin' up the place. He didn't even want the shit - he just took it 'cause that's the way he was.

So, we'd always have to take him somewhere and beat the crap out of him. But did he ever learn? Hell, no. He'd just start hangin' with some new pals and do the same thing to them.

The cops weren't really surprised when they found Joey dead, 'cause of his reputation and all. What did kinda get to 'em was how they found him. These detectives were hard-nosed mother fuckers and thought they'd seen it all, but findin' Joey like he was kinda turned their bellies inside out.

Joey got to hangin' with some hoods up north of here, seein' is how he used up all his credit with us. He hooked up with this guy called Eddie Rosario, who was runnin' some sorta underground slot machine racket up there.

Well, this Rosario didn't really know Joey and Joey Scimeca sure as hell didn't know him, not good enough anyway. The guy asks Joey to watch his girlfriend for a coupla hours - like a bodyguard type deal, while he and his pals goes to make some collections.

Naturally, Joey starts hittin' on her for a piece of ass and when she ain't willin' to give that up, he beats the shit out of her and takes it anyway.

Didn't take long for Rosario and a few buddies to come into our neck of the woods to drag Joey away. You think we was gonna save his silly ass? No fuckin' way. We figured they'd just beat him up real good like we always did and that'd be the end of it.

They took him out to the end of Murfreesboro Road, where one of 'em's got an uncle with a tire warehouse and no alarms. Once they got him there, they broke into the place and took turns holdin' back his arms and punchin' him all over his belly and chest, 'til they knew he wouldn't fight back no more. There's about 12 of 'em takin' turns workin' him over, while Rosario stands back to watch. After they's done, he tells 'em to strip Joey and take him over to this big work bench they got in there that's about three feet tall. So, they get him all naked and layin' on top of this bench, then they tie up his hands and feets with ropes.

He's layin' face up on top of this bench with no clothes on. His arms's stretched past his head and his head's right at the end of the bench. They tie his wrists together and knot the ends of the ropes back to the legs of the work bench, so his arms's kinda pulled down below where his head is and his chest's puffed up and raised off the bench a little.

This bench's about four feet long, so Joey's legs're bent at the knees and they tie his ankles to the legs holdin' up that end of the bench.

There he is all stretched out and naked, waitin' to see what Rosario's got in mind as far as revenge. Joey had a helluva body. I seen it before when we's at the swimmin' beach. His chest's all thick and solid, plus the belly's tapered down to the waist with real thick lines of muscle that looked strong as shit. He didn't try to be that way - he's just born with it I guess.

The first thing they do is bring out Rosario's woman. She starts slappin' and punchin' on him, then took her nails and scratched the shit outta his face - kinda made him look like her. After she finally wears herself out gettin' even, Rosario takes over.

He has 'em all get some tire irons and start wailin' on his stretched out chest and belly. Guess they cracked about every rib in him and turned that hard mid section of his into a bowl of mush. Rosario just stands there watchin' and listenin' to poor Joey grunt and groan. Guess he never did cry out or beg 'em to stop or nothin'. Don't know if it's 'cause he's too stupid or just didn't give a fuck no more.

After Rosario gets satisfied, he brings over this chick he knows that works the streets. He gives her a few bills and tells her to start suckin' Joey's dick. He's beat all to hell and probably bleedin' inside out, but the big guy gets his cock hard real fast. Guess that whore really knew how to work it.

Anyway, while she's gettin' Joey off, Rosario tells his boys to start cuttin' him up. They all pull out their blades and go to work slicin' Joey to pieces. They don't do his face, 'cause Rosario wants the cops to see who he is. Don't do the cock or nuts either, but I guess they's a little busy at the time. Everything else gets cut up good.

Then, Rosario leans over and whispers somethin' in the cock sucker's ear. She keeps on strokin' and the boys keep on slicin'. Joey's cryin' out like a bitch - whether it's from the blow job or the blades cuttin' him up or both - I couldn't tell ya.

Bottom line is: just as Joey's about to shoot his load, the chick takes him outta her mouth and Rosario pulls out this little pistol - like a Beretta Tomcat or somethin' - I dunno.

Joey shoots his wad just as a bullet's goin' through his cock. Blood and cum spew out the end of his dick at the same time, which's gotta be one helluva thing to see.

That's how they left him. Then, they come over here to tell us all about it - like we give a fuck. Eddie Rosario comes struttin' over like some macho man, actin' like he's wantin' to start somethin' up with us. We just stand there listenin' to him, while he gets his rocks off givin' us all the details. He's talkin' like a real smart-ass, darin' us to do somethin' about it.

We say, "Thanks. We shoulda done it ourselves a long time ago. Now, get your fuckin' ass outta here. Next time we see ya here we'll do like what you done to Joey."

Cops ain't ever gonna solve this one, 'cause they don't give a shit either. Guess I used to feel sorry for Joey when he'd get beat up and all, but that's a long time ago. Fucked up shit like that happens 'cause it's supposed to - ain't nothin' I can do about it. All I can say is truces don't last forever. Right or wrong, like it or not, Joey's one of us. I got visions of Rosario's cock on a platter, Rosario chokin' on it afters we cram it down his fuckin' throat.

The End