"FUCK!"

"A-Albert??"

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

Albert thrashed violently against the bed, throwing everything into disarray.

"Uh…"

"Fuck…it's supposed to… it wasn't supposed to…"

Franz wavered drunkenly above the body he had bound, his droopy eyes staring in diluted shock.

"I ran away…I ran away, dammit! Fuck! It followed me, it fucking followed me…i…i…"

His breathing raged and hissed through his teeth as he went into another tantrum of flailing so brutal he managed to free his arms of the belt that held him.

"NO NO NO NO NO! FUCK! SHIT! FUCK IT ALL!"

"Al…al I think…"

Suddenly a rampant foot caught Franz in the stomach, wrenching all he breath out of him.

"SHUT UP! SCREW YOU! GODDAMN IT!"

Franz looked up from his aching torso at the screaming boy, and it seemed his inner demon had been kicked back into him.

"Enough" he hissed.

"ARGHHH! ARGHHHHH!"

"I said ENOUGH!"

With iron hands Franz wrestled with the fit of temper, pinning the boy's biting hands and legs beneath him. Albert bucked in desperation, his eyes still slammed shut, but it seemed hopeless as Franz ground him back to the mattress.

Though they grunted and growled as loud as animals in their fight for dominance, a small rattling noise in the distance managed to catch their ears. Albert noticed it much sooner, having sobriety on his side, but it didnt take Franz long. Despite being tangled in each other, as if on a silent agreement they both paused, and glared across the room. The doorknob quivered in a tell-tale way, announcing the intruder on the other side. Glaring florescent light spilled through the widening crack and rushed into their wide frightened eyes.

"Um, excuse me i dont mean to intrude but, um… s-some other guests were, um, complaining about the noise from t-this room, and um you never answered so i was forced to use my key…"

Squinting, the young men could make out the shadowed form for what must be one of the hotel employees or managers. More shadowed forms peeked out behind him, curious neighbors most likely. The man stayed outside the room but leaned into the darkness curiously. With an alarming growl, Franz untangled himself and pushed away from the bed towards the disheveled mini bar. He yanked one of the few full bottles left, a fine brandy, swaggered to the gossiping hallway door, and took a large swig of the amber right in the uniformed man's face.

"o-others were a bit c-concerned" The personnel stuttered, leaning away from the man who had suddenly lunged at him from the darkness.

"a-a-about the, uh, activities g-going on s-so…"

"ACTIVITES???"

The hall of people jumped back as a bomb of glass and booze exploded at their slippered feet. Franz had retreated back into the dark of the room to cuss and no sooner darted back out, a startling look of rage smeared on his face.

"ACTIVIES??!! How can there be any 'ACTIVIES' going on in here when you prudes come bursting in interrupting my 'ACTIVIES'?!"

"F-Franz! Stop it!" Albert had hastily wrapped a wrinkled bed sheet around himself and ran over to restrain the beast, no matter his previous losses. Trying to hold back his arms were like trying to bend an oak tree, Franz was still strong despite his inebriation.

The skittish employee and guests looked on, frightened, as Franz howled in rage and sent Albert smashing into a wall. Dazed, Albert stumbled to the floor.

"GET OFF ME YOU FAGGOT WHORE!"

Franz screeched, further and further provoked, climaxing in fury.

A pudgy yet luxurious woman took a shaky step forward;

"That is enough young man! Stop mistreating that boy…dear lord!" she stopped in shock as Albert's bruised and scratched body became more apparent to her, "What have you done to him??"

"None of your fat-assed business, you old cunt!"

"E-Excuse me??"

"In case you didn't hear me the first time," Franz hissed, carelessly grabbing a fistful of Albert's tousled hair, "I haven't finished shit with him yet!"

"F-Franz!" He cried, crawling on his knees to wherever Franz forced his head. Yet his captor didnt listen for he was too busy fumbling about for more alcohol bottles.

"Now why don't you all PISS OFF and mind your own fucking business??! You have sex your way, we'll have it ours!"

Another glass bottle shattered at the specter's feet.

"y-you rapist!"

"Rapist? RAPIST??" me?! Ha! For your information, lady, he likes it like that! Or did you not see his fucking erection?! It's right there!"

He tore the bed sheet from Albert's waist without releasing his handful of hair. Again Albert cried out and tried to hide himself, yet Franz's firm grip on him made it impossible. The crowd scattered as more bottles crashed to the floor.

"Fucked up, isn't he??! Ha ha ha!"

Franz yelled after them as he slammed the door and locked it, this time stuffing a chair under the knob as well. Laughing to himself, he fumbled about trying to find Albert and soon tripped over his crumpled sobbing self. Grabbing his arm, the Baron dragged the desperate boy back to the bed.

"no! no, dont! stop it!" Albert cried, digging his nails into the carpet as he was heaved up onto the mattress, "they'll be back!"

"All the more reason to get down to business my little bear…"

Franz quickly restrained Albert's flapping arms and buckled them to the bed once more, much tighter than the last time. Albert screamed at the compression, sure that if he moved too much, something would snap. Chuckling, Franz licked his chops and dragged his hands roughly across Albert's attentive skin, yet paused when he seized his semi-hard cock.

"well shit Albert!" he snarled, "So much for making a point back there, how was she supposed to see how hard you are if you're hardly hard at all??"

"Stop it! let go! This isn't like you! Ah!"

The hand that had grabbed his cock was now a steel trap around his neck, pushing far too much on his windpipe.

"How do you know?? How do you fucking know?? All that shit I used to be just as well could have been an act! Maybe this is the real me… now no more crazy stunts, ok? We've got to get to work…"

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