A Question of Restraint

By Habu

In the setting of escape on a train chugging across Bavaria in the first decade of the twentieth century, the handsome, charismatic, and enigmatic Baron von Richthoven, in the company of his friend and confidant, Otto Gensler, hunts a young, blond Heidleberg University student, Stefan Heinz, for sexual domination and release. The student is young, blond, and willing. The baron has unbridled, insatiable sexual needs. The baron also is a vampire.

Warnings: Depicts graphic gay, life-threatening sex and vampires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BarbarianSpy
• Release date: Oct 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781925568028

Habu

Habu is one of the pen names of a former supersonic spy jet pilot, intelligence agent, male model, movie actor, and diplomat. A wild youth in South East Asia was spent enjoying whatever sexual opportunities came his way, and much of his gay male writing is about recalling incidents from those days and inventing ones he’d perhaps have liked to experience. He now leads a very quiet and ordinary life.Check out our blog and get free stories. Feedback and reviews are always appreciated.

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WARNING: This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. Contains graphic gay male sex, multiple partners, anal sex, Vampires, attempted murder and gay love all of which may be considered offensive by some readers.

All sexually active characters in this work are at least 18 years of age.

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Published by BarbarianSpy in 2016

Cover design © S Bush 2016

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ISBN: 978-1-925568-02-8

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A Question of Restraint

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CONTENTS

A Question of Restraint

About the Author

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A Question of Restraint

Heidelberg, Germany, 1905

What do you see, Varick? Where are you going?

I put out a restraining hand as the Baron von Richthoven brushed past me and out into the corridor of the first-class carriage of the train. I followed him as he moved toward the steps down to the platform of the Heidelberg rail station. The train had stopped here en route from where we started in Berlin—leaving hurriedly—and where we were headed in Munich. It was a time of retreat, and Varick had chosen his secret hunting chalet near Füssen, the Bavarian Alps, as his place of hiding—and hunting—at least for now. I had accompanied him to try to protect him from himself and because I didn’t have any other choice.

I wouldn’t suggest leaving the train, Varick, I called out to him as he was doing just that, his black silk cape billowing around his tall, trim body. We have no idea how long the train will stand at this station. I was speaking to his back, as he moved along the platform, his attention riveted over to the shadows of an iron column three tracks down that was helping to hold up the canopy over the concourse separating the end of the tracks from the station building. His gold lion-headed walking stick provided a staccato beat to his progress. He was an imposing man, dark and hawk-like while still being uncannily handsome. He still was in his forties—or so at least it appeared—although looking somewhat younger, and, as I well knew, he clearly was charismatic.

Neither that nor his title had kept him out of trouble in Berlin, however.

Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks and I almost ran into him. There. Over there. See him, Otto? He was pointing with his stick toward where his attention had been focused ever