Arriving at the hotel in Frankfurt, our little fighter Moe can’t resist looking for people to fight. Without further ado, he turns the hotel room into a small fight arena. But where does he get an opponent in a hurry? Maybe he’ll have luck with a call to housekeeping. Towels are missing, so Moe has a reason to call someone to bring him some. But will it be the right one? Will he make a deal, a match with him? When the hotel boy shows up at the door, it’s quickly clear that it’s a match. But as it soon turns out, Moe has got involved with the wrong boy. Despite his slim, wiry body, he is quite strong and, above all, quite nasty. He doesn’t seem to know or like friendly fighting. He dominates Moe, likes to slap him hard, spank him and show his superiority with ball and cock grabs. Dominating him, Django repeatedly stands on top of him and tests how much weight Moe can take on himself. Moe is pretty much at the boy’s mercy and after half an hour Moe has to admit that the hotel boy has a good knack for fighting and that he is no match for him. Moe lies at the feet of the winner and has to let him walk away as the victor.