seventies bad boy// two love stories

10.

10.

Danny and Nicky sat in their living room playing their all time favorite game, well Danny's second favorite, chess.

Both of them were practically strategic geniuses, playing was always intense. There could never be a winner between them, Danny won once and that was only because Nicky was hammered and even then it was close.

Danny smiled as he lit his cigarette, Nicky was taking his sweet time to make his move, Danny had gotten used to that by now.

"What did you do with Timothy last week, I never asked."

Nicky smirked and recalled the kill he had been wanting to do for ages.

Timothy was tied to a metal chair underneath the Trap house where business was done.

Timothy knew he was going to die, he was just scared to find out how.

Nicky walked, his hair was sweaty in disheveled, he wore a white shirt and white pants, he wanted Timothy's blood to stain it, he wanted a trophy.

Timothy, he was a big strong white man, he had buzzed dirty blonde hair, big green eyes, and a crooked smile. He was naked and freezing cold.

"Nick, you don't have to do this."

"But I do Timmy, I do."

The boys in the room looked at Nicky's for further instructions, "hang him feet up to the ceiling and leave me to him, go to town and do as planned."

They all nodded at their fearless leader and did as told, Timmy jerked trying to get free but they were all twice his size and stronger, once in position it was just Nicky, Timmy, and Nicky's table of weapons.

Nicky marched around Timmy, and held his knife to Timmy's lips.

"You remember my dearest brother Daniel?"

Timmy was still jerking back and forth beginning to feel lightheaded.

"Danny has this signature move, I mean you should see his freezer in his basement back home, if he ever caught a rapist, a beyond redemption soul, if he caught a target that he hated, he'd skin them alive. And he'd start at the lips."

Nicky poked Timmy's lip watching as just a small amount of blood dripped.

"I taught him that."

Timmy was now crying scared beyond belief.

"Danny though, he took it to another level, he'd skin a carcass off, and stuff it with dead disgusting things, he'd have it sent to his victims family." Nicky laughed, "I was so proud of his evil genius. He keeps the faces, I don't know why, but there are things about my dear brother even I don't know."

Timmy yelled out, "don't do this Nicky, I was your best friend--"

Nicky grabbed his tongue and cut it off. "How dare you!" He yelled. "You lost that right after the things you did you piece of shit. I am going to kill you Timmy, and I am going to send your carcass to your girlfriend with a note so she'll know the shit you've done."

Timmy was about to pass out but Nicky pressed he pressure point that he learned from Danny keeping him awake against his will.

His took Timmy penis into his hand before he ripped it off his his bare hands. The action was unspeakable. Timmy was choking on his own blood so he couldn't even yell.

And Nicky started skinning.

Danny sat there and smirked at he story, "you've learned a couple things from me I see."