Check out the noise.

Dago paused at the door that held the noise. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but it didn’t sound entirely good. He put his hand on the doorknob, making a quick decision. If it was actually someone having sex, he would just apologize and deal with the consequences afterward.

He pressed the door open and saw Hans, laying on his bed, completely nude. Hans had his eyes shut in a pained expression and both hands on his junk. Dago stepped back, apparently wrong in the assumption it was someone having sex, too! Hans’ eyes snapped open when he heard the door open, but Dago was already on his way out.

“No! Wait, help!” Hans begged, clearly stressed by something.

Had anyone else walked in on him masturbating, they probably would have left, but Dago found the situation amusing and if Hans was asking for help, he’d be glad to oblige. He did offer once, anyway, before Dago even had a chance to think about it! That had to be a first.

Dago re-entered the room and shut the door, “You look like you’ve got it covered, actually,” Dago said with some mirth.

“No, you don’t understand! I can’t stop!” Hans cried desperately, “Help me!”

Even while they spoke, Hans’ hands were moving very fast over his member. Dago was confused, he’d never heard of something like that.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know! I got attacked by some fucking thing while going to an audition. I was going to the infirmary, but as soon as I began to change, my hands had a mind of their own!” Hans explained, as quickly as he could, “It’s been three hours already!”

“What attacked you?”

“I don’t know, I really don’t know,” said Hans hopelessly, “It was a woman with a knife, but I don’t know what she was.”