MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

I'M GOING SLIGHTLY MAD

The weekend was flying like sand beneath his hands and Enzo was returning Munich. He wasn't still ready to give up Lars's scorching passion. He didn't even spend two days in Germany when he got in touch with him. Enzo was feeling excited and nervous whenever they met. They were again in his apartment. Lars pulled the shades down at the middle. It was a bright day. 10 a.m. Enzo stripped away Lars's sweater. Lars helped him lifting his arms languidly.

- Can't you see how you get? A lot of fancy clothes and you are only wanting to strip me away -Lars mumbled.

Enzo sunk his mouth in his bare chest. It was so huge that it took him ages wholly kissing it while Lars threaded his big fingers into his hair. He ran his teeth and then his tongue along his nipples. He smelled so good. He lowered his jeans, sliding them down tightly with his hands.

He kneeled to pick it up. He folded and placed them carefully over the armchair. Afterwards Lars stripped him away from all his clothes. He lifted him against him, from behind. He lifted Enzo's arms to rub his nose along his armpits. He kept him stuck to him such a while, with his feet on the air. His power made all Enzo's limbs losing his beat.

He felt his hard penis against his buttocks. He was in flames.

- I want you penetrate me right now -he said weakly.

- You will get extremely well fucked. Don't worry about that.

Enzo moaned in expectation with his words. He shivered on the air with Lars's arm holding his belly and Enzo's ass well stuck to his sex.

- I want to turn your bottom red -he blurted out suddenly against his neck, making him swinging against his body.

Something deep inside of him wanted it so badly. He wanted his spanking. Lars seemed to guess what's happening and smiled against his ear, biting it.

Lars sat on bed and suspended him over his knees. Enzo grabbed with one hand the sheets and the other Lars's calf from behind. The latter trailed his fingers around the thin strip of his fuchsia thong matching with his pants. He didn't pull it down. He fondled his buttocks making drawings with his fingers.

Enzo's five foot ten inches turned him into someone short and manageable. He did whatever he wanted and how he wanted and Enzo had his open wide eyes not daring to look back and see him.

- You are very cold -he said not stopping from trailing his fingers along his ass-. We'll have to work out this.

With the first spank he staggered a bit by the surprise. He screamed.

- Do you want some more? -he asked him.

Enzo turned his head to see him. He had his palms flat over his buttocks. Still. His gaze was intense. Enzo's too. The second spank. He moved a little but Lars grabbed his narrow waist firmly. He placed him rightly again. He massaged him slightly before spanking really hard. The pain started very stealthily. The fourth hit a few inches lower down, on his left buttock's curve. Enzo's arousement climbed up as his pain. After the fifth and sixth appeared the usual tingling.

- I'm going on with the punishment -Lars announced with deep voice.

Enzo turned his head without helping. He tilted his and smiled at him so wickedly that he felt like an electric current in his crotch. Meanwhile he hit him for the seventh time. He let out a stiffled scream.

- Relax your ass. Don't be so tense.

- Stop there, please.

He didn't know where came out that pleading. He needed him to stop and go on at the same time. He was a real mess and his arousement went higher. He didn't fear the pain but getting an orgasm in that position where he was. He felt restlessness and very emotional.

Lars didn't pay attention to his pleadings. His flaming ass which he fondled after every spank was itching him. It came the eight.

- Ouchhhh! -he complained without restraint-. Please...

- Shhhh... what a fussy guy you are.

The German's voice told him he was smiling but this time around he didn't turn around to watch him. His head was spinning and his body seemed to spin in a sort of spiral which was devastating him slowly.

He lowered his guard again and marked his buttock a ninth time. The pain climbed up his hips and waist. He wept and twisted.

- This is too beautiful to not let you go, don't you think? -he said seductive.

Was he reading his mind? How could he know so well his bodie's reactions? He bit his lips stiffling another scream with the tenth. He couldn't stand anymore. He was exploding. He convulsed. He felt his sperm sliding down between his legs and his mind was blurring. His hands let go his calf and he didn't know about his body anymore. For some seconds he was just feelings. Lars lifted his bottom and fondled the inner part of his legs, soaked. Enzo moaned while he peppered noisy kisses in his two buttocks. His touch was hurting so that he howled again. Lars bit them. His howl sounded all over the flat while his orgasm's aftershocks were subsiding.

He saw himself carried away as he was, face down. He threw him to bed.

He felt Lars's powerful body over him. He contracted his buttocks when he felt his hands again. He hooked his long fingers on the thin strip of his thong. He knew what he was going to do and felt his desire was growing again. When he stretched his strip he had a new erection and felt the pressure between his buttocks. He stood some moments with the strip between his index and middle finger. Enzo was panting against the duvet feeling himself terribly horny. Lars came closer to his ear and it came his deep whisper:

- Do you really want me to do it?

- Oh, yeah. Of course... -he squirmed so hot-. Rip it off! -he roared suddenly.

He was sure his roaring had shocked him and getting him so hard. The strip gave way so easily between his skillful and strong fingers. His thong left ripped among the sheets. My God, he loved how he did it. He thought he couldn't live without his exquisite control.

He lifted his ass and plunged into him so heavy. His hole was adapted instantly to his sex. His barbarian, wild, animal plunge. Enzo roared with pleasure hearing his wonderful moans against his ear. He felt they were getting together to that delicious sensation. Lars came undone over his body, filled with pain and pleasure. He didn't allow himself to recover, he turned him around sharply and his ass hurt him again by the contact of the crumbled duvet.