Igor and Thomas

Anger crossing her face, the older woman slapped Thomas who was tied to a chair.  He sat there, bruised and bloody, silent even in the face of such torture.  Despite her efforts, even as a cut crossed his once perfect skin, he remained calm and quiet.

"Tell me again, where is Eponine?" She snarled as she grabbed a nearby stick and struck him repeatedly.  Silence alone met her. Just as she was about to go for a gun to shoot him in the leg, the door to the hidden room slammed open.  Striding through with fury crossing his strong features, a Russian man backhanded the woman to the floor.

"ENOUGH, VIDA!" he roared as he kicked her with his boots.  A satisfying crack was heard as her ribs broke, causing her to cry out in pain.  He then proceeded to untie Thomas, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he freed the young man.  He then ran his hands lightly over him, checking for injuries.  Thomas looked at him in startlement, then winced as the Russian easily lifted him up in his arms and carried him out of the room through a foyer, a long hallway, up two flights of stairs and into a large opulent room where he gently placed him on a soft, feather bed.

Thomas looked up at him, his calm features pained as he whispered, "I shall not tell you where Eponine is."

The Russian laughed, his voice deep and throaty as he pulled off Thomas's breeches.  The young man looked at him, then gasped as the blonde hair foreigner pulled down his breeches revealing a large thick erection.  Thomas paled, then attempted to sit up and fight.  Strong hands held the Englishman's hands down as he then guided his throbbing need into the anal of the younger man.  Too weak from the recent beating, the young man could only watch in horror as his captor began thrusting deep inside of him.

Each thrust stretched and tore at his anal, yet to his surprise he found himself becoming aroused.  He looked up at the face of the devil turned angel and began breathing rapidly as pleasure coursed through him.  The Russian looked down at him with his dark blue eyes, trying to hold back his need as he began stroking the young man's hardening erection.  Thrust after thrust he pushed them both to greater heights of pleasure until with a sharp cry torn from them, they both erupted in unison.  The Russian began pounding his hot seed into the young man even as Thomas came into his hand.

Several minutes later, with both of them gasping for breath, Thomas said, "Give me your word that Epinone is safe and I shall remain here as yours, Sir Igor."