The Russian Unleashed

by Red Phoenix

Knowing that Panya likes more challenging strokes, I begin with an intense lash to set the tone of our session.

  Her cry fills the cabin.

  Manya glances at us for a moment and smiles. She enjoys hearing her twin’s passionate screams and starts going down on Thane with even more enthusiasm. He is forced to stop her to regain his control.

  I like the effect I am having on all three…

  Now that I have Panya’s attention, I deliver three more strokes, hitting the same note before changing things up. I vary the strength behind each lash and listen as the tone of her cries suddenly changes from pain to pleasure as she enters subspace.

  I’m keeping this first session short since I plan to play with her extensively during our long flight. I set my ’nines aside and walk up to her. Grasping her ass, I kneel and start playing with her pussy.

  The clamp makes her outer lips frame her dripping cunt nicely. Slowly undoing the screws, I take it off, knowing that her pussy will ache as the blood rushes back to it.

  I take advantage of that sensation and quickly undo her bindings, carrying her to the bed. I prop her against the side of the bed and stare at her swollen pussy as I unzip my pants.

  Then I dive right in.

  She cries out in pleasure as I penetrate her with my cock. The release of the clamp increases her sensitivity and makes it much easier for her to come.

  I thrust into her without restraint, enjoying the wet sound of her excitement as I pound her. In a matter of minutes, she’s already come four times.

  “Would you like to come again?”

  She looks back at me with tears of pleasure in her eyes. “Please, Rytsar.”

  I grasp her waist and she moans in anticipation.

  Instead of ramping up, I pull out and smile when she whimpers in disappointment. I play with her, slipping my cock into her and then pulling all the way back out at a leisurely pace. I enjoy watching her body conform to me as I claim her again and again.

  I glance at Thane lying on the bed next to me while Manya continues to suck his cock.

  “You ready to come?” I ask him.

  “Yes,” he says through gritted teeth, obviously on the edge of climaxing himself.

  “At the same time?” I suggest with a wicked smirk.

  “Wait.” Thane repositions Manya so she is lying in the classic sixty-nine position, her pussy in line with his mouth. He pushes his thumb inside her cunt, grasping her ass cheek with his fingers.

  “All of us at once,” he tells me.

  “So be it,” I answer, enjoying the challenge.

  He starts eating her pussy while I turn my attention on Panya. “Let’s see who starts the chain reaction.”

  With no other goal than to come deep inside her, I grab her waist and plow into her pussy. All four of us teeter on the edge together until I hear Manya gasping in short, rapid breaths.

  I know she’s close, and I hold nothing back as I fuck Panya like a jackhammer.

  As if the twins are in sync with each other, the girls orgasm at the same time.

  The moment I feel the rhythmic contraction around my cock, I roar like a lion and release my load into Panya.

  Thane follows right behind me, groaning against Manya’s pussy as he thrusts his cock down her throat. In that moment of divine ecstasy, we ride the powerful wave of pleasure together.

  I collapse on Panya after my last thrust, panting heavily. I look over at Thane and chuckle. “I say we switch twins and try that again.”

  “I’m game,” Thane replies, giving Manya a playful spank on the ass.

  After hours of debaucherous fun, Rada knocks on the door. “The captain says we will be landing soon, gospodin.”

  I look at the twins and pick up my ’nines, gifting them both a final lash for their excellent service. Their cries of pain warm my soul.

  Taking a fistful of their hair in each hand, I pull the twins’ heads back, gratified by the tears in their eyes.

  “You have proven so entertaining, I completely lost track of time.”

  “It has been our pleasure,” they answer.

  I give them each a kiss on the forehead before I release them and order, “Get my suit.”

  Thane suddenly frowns. “Damn it, Durov. A pair of sweatpants isn’t going to cut it for me in the frigid Russian air.”

  I grin, finding his distress humorous. “There’s no reason to be concerned, moy droog.”

  Panya and Manya return and dress me in my finest suit. I pull at the cuffs of my pressed shirt, allowing them to put on my diamond cufflinks. Once I am fully dressed, I command them to get Thane’s suit.

  I can’t help chuckling to myself as I straighten my blood-red tie in the mirror. I know how our expensive suits will provoke the people we will be seeing tonight.

  Thane shakes his head when they bring out an identical suit in gray tailored to his specifications. I purposely chose the color to compliment the black one I am wearing.

  Just like me, he is wearing a blood-red tie because it denotes power and strength.

  Once he is dressed, I nod in approval.

  “Now, you will look respectable, comrade.”

  He snorts with amusement. “Why all the pomp and circumstance?”

  “We are headed to a special event tonight.”

  He cocks his head. “What kind of event?”

  I grin, already knowing his response to my answer. “It’s a surprise, moy droog.”

  “I despise surprises.”

  “I know!” I chuckle, slapping him on the back as we walk back into the main cabin.

  When he can’t get any answers from me, he sits down in preparation for the landing, and I distinctly hear him grumble, “Fucking sadist.”

  I pretend not to hear it, but I am laughing inside.

  Fair Fight

  As I step out of the plane, I breathe in the Russian air with satisfaction. “It is good to be back in my homeland!”

  “I’m sure it is.” Thane follows me down the steps, but stops once he reaches the bottom. Turning to the twins, he gives each a kiss on the back of her hand.

  “Thank you for a memorable flight.”

  Panya and Manya blush under his attention and praise.

  My comrade’s insistence in treating submissives as if he’s just been on a vanilla date still amuses me.

  Next, the twins walk over to me and bow in reverence.

  “I will speak to you both later,” I tell them. “You may stand. A car is waiting for you.”

  They look up at me, smiling as they stand together and say in unison, “Thank you, Rytsar.”

  I give them each a hard smack on the ass before they leave and smile when I hear their giggles of appreciation.

  Clasping Thane’s shoulder, I walk over to my own vehicle. “Now, to experience a completely different kind of fun.”

  “Am I finally going to learn where we are going?”

  “Let’s just say, I plan to show you a side of Moscow you have never seen before.”

  He smirks. “Does it involve whips and chains?”

  “Nyet, but it does involve pain.”

  My driver Igor takes us to the seedier side of Moscow. This used to be my old stomping ground when I was young. Being part of a well-respected family is not looked upon with favor in this part of town—which was exactly why I prefer it here.

  You have to prove yourself to gain respect, which is something my family is never forced to do.

  “What do you think, moy droog?” I ask with pride as we pass block after block of abandoned factories.

  He chuckles as he looks out the window. “It reminds me of a certain warehouse in LA that’s famous for its dungeon.”

  “There are no dungeons here, but there’s something equally stimulating.”

  I notice his half-smile and know he’s intrigued.

  Igor pulls up to a rundown brick building that used to be a thriving steel factory. He exits the vehicle and takes a duffle bag from the trunk, which he then hands to me when I get out.


  Thane eyes the bag suspiciously. “Are you sure there isn’t a cat o’ nines in there?”

  I laugh just as loud cheers erupt from deep within the old factory.

  “Curious what that’s about?” I ask him.

  “Naturally.”

  I head toward the sound of the cheers. “I advise you to stay close to me, comrade. You could get yourself killed dressed like that.”

  Thane stops dead in his tracks. “Why in the hell are we wearing these damn suits if that’s the case?”

  “I have a plan.” Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I assure him. “You are in no danger as long as you stick by my side. These are my people.”

  Thane’s level of mistrust is evident, but he still follows me inside.

  The moment we walk through the entrance, we are met with hard stares. The tension only increases as we head toward the main action.

  When I nod to the men in the hallway, they greet me with angry growls. I chuckle, inviting their disdain and distrust.

  “I thought you said these were your people,” Thane mutters when he sees one man wrap his hand around the butt of a large knife strapped to his side.

  “Do not worry, comrade,” I state confidently. “They haven’t recognized me yet.”

  We enter the crowded room and I glance around with satisfaction. The center ring is made up of hay bales with people standing shoulder to shoulder, wanting to see the action up close.

  Not much has changed since I left this place. The smell of blood and sweat permeates the air.

  A dangerous-looking man approaches us. He is over seven feet tall, with beefy arms and a deep scowl on his face. “You have no business here.”

  I smile at Grigor, waiting for him to recognize me.

  “Leave, now!” he snarls, towering over me threateningly.

  When I don’t budge, he cocks his fist back. I know the power behind his fist, having been hit by it before, but I don’t move.

  “You’ve got nothing to prove to me. Let’s go,” Thane advises when he sees three more men approaching.

  I murmur to Thane in a low voice, “Tell him I want to fight.”

  Thane frowns. “I’ll do no such thing.”

  I pull him in closer. “Moy droog, I have been training for this for weeks. I need this.”

  Thane looks me in the eyes before telling Grigor in Russian, “He wants to fight.”

  The giant bursts out laughing. “Your kind wouldn’t last a second in the ring.”

  I nod in agreement, joining in his laughter.

  “You are going to get yourself killed,” Thane warns me.

  I fold my arms in defiance and stare at Grigor, willing him to hit me.

  “Your friend is right. You’ll die in that ring if I don’t kill you first.”

  “Then let me die.”

  “Enough, Durov,” Thane growls.

  Growing tired of us, the giant throws his punch and I brace for it, but his fist suddenly stops halfway. He tilts his head, staring at me intently. “Silencer?”

  I rub my bald head. “What? You don’t recognize me without my hair, Grigor?”

  The man envelops me in his huge arms and starts squeezing the life out of me. “It’s been too long!”

  “It has…” I choke out, unable to breathe. When he releases me, I take a sharp intake of air, rubbing my ribcage.

  Grigor turns to the other men. “The Silencer has returned!”

  They look at me in disbelief.

  “It is true,” I tell them.

  Suddenly, these men who were ready to kill me start slapping and punching me in greeting.

  I look back at Thane and grin. “I told you these were my people!”

  In a matter of minutes, the fights scheduled for the evening have been rearranged to accommodate me. The only person willing to fight me is a muscular kid who has no idea who I am.

  The kid walks up to me, bristling with confidence. “I hear you want to get in the ring.”

  “I do.”

  He looks at my suit in disdain. Reaching out, he flicks my collar. “I’m not paying for your burial.”

  The other men snicker at the insult.

  I take off my cufflinks and hand them to him. “Burial money.”

  The boy smirks, confident in his street fighting skills, then turns to Grigor. “I’ll take him on.”

  The whole room explodes in cheers, hungry for the fight.

  I slowly unbutton my jacket and slide it off, handing it to Thane. Undoing my tie next, I tell him, “This won’t take long.”

  “This is a mistake,” Thane insists.

  I understand his reservations, but he is about to see a whole new side of me.

  I head to the back with my duffle bag to get dressed for the fight. Already, the adrenaline is pumping through my veins.

  My old friend Alexei comes up, offering to act as my cornerman for the fight. Although it is unnecessary, I take him up on the offer because I’m grateful to see him.

  I warm up while I wait, the excitement building inside me with each passing minute. There is nothing like a bare-knuckle fight. It’s like chess because fighters must be methodical and cautious in the ring to avoid breaking their hands.

  It’s just man against man, with the added element of self-preservation.

  I never thought I would return here, but I failed to appreciate the addictive nature of this kind of fighting. There is something basic and true about reading your opponent until you know you can throw the knockout punch and send them unconscious to the floor.

  This is the only environment I’ve found where I can indulge in that need without making mortal enemies.

  “They’re almost ready for you,” Alexei tells me excitedly.

  I nod. A sense of calm washing over me when I hear them introduce my opponent.

  “Next up, we have the Barbarian. Known for his brutality, he is sure to draw blood. At eighteen years of age and 115 kilograms, he is undefeated and a force to be reckoned with.”

  The crowd breaks out in applause as I watch the kid walk past, surrounded by his entourage. He is a worthy opponent with his ripped muscles and street experience.

  I notice he is wearing a mouthguard. It’s a wise move for him.

  I start bouncing on my feet, waiting for my name to be called.

  “Tonight, he will be fighting against the Silencer himself.”

  The entire room breaks out in cheers and whistles. I feed off their energy, loving every second of it.

  “At twenty years of age and ninety-eight kilograms, the Silencer is known for his lightning-fast knockouts. Give it up for the man who sends his opponents to the floor in record time.”

  I walk out, grinning. I’ve chosen not to wear a mouth guard for the fight. I like the added risk, but don’t expect I’ll need it.

  I pick out Thane in the audience and give him a nod, enjoying the look of shock on his face when our eyes meet.

  Welcome to my world, moy droog…

  I smile in anticipation as I climb into the ring. Alexei applies a thin layer of petroleum jelly to my cheekbones and forehead to help keep the skin from opening from a well-placed bare-fisted punch.

  Looking up to the heavens, I open my arms wide and thank God for being here tonight.

  Even He knows I need this.

  The referee calls us to the center of the ring.

  I hold out my hand to my opponent and lean in, telling him, “Let’s show them a good fight.”

  He laughs, thinking this will be an easy knockout—and he’s right.

  We pat each other on the back before we fight, then break and return to our respective corners as we prepare ourselves mentally for the fight ahead.

  The instant the bell rings, we both walk to the center and briefly touch hands as a sign of respect, and then our fists go up.

  Right out of the gate, he throws a solid left jab at my face. I smile when I feel the familiar explosion of pain.

  It revs me up.

  When he goes in for
another, I easily deflect it.

  I start to move around the ring, bobbing and weaving as the two of us size each other up. This is where my gift as a Dom comes in. I am adept at quickly reading people, and I use it to my advantage.

  It’s the reason I can knock out my opponents so fast.

  This kid is undefeated. He thinks it’s his strength, but I know it is his weakness.

  Confident in his victory, he believes he has already won the fight and is not paying close enough attention.

  Taking advantage of his self-confidence, I tease him—like a cat playing with a mouse.

  Too eager and sure of himself, I purposely put down my arms for a moment, luring my opponent in.

  He takes the bait, too hyped up to resist it.

  Instead of keeping his defensive stance, he gets ready for a swing that will knock me out. That’s when I slam his cheek with a solid left hook and, as his head snaps right, I follow through with a powerful right cross. His head pitches back the other direction and his mouthpiece goes flying as he drops to the mat.

  Cheers rise from the crowd.

  The Silencer is back!

  Disoriented, he attempts to get back up, but he is clearly struggling.

  The Barbarian’s overconfidence has cost him his victory—he just hasn’t realized it yet. I admire his determination as he staggers back to his feet as the referee begins counting down.

  Rubbing his head in stunned disbelief, the kid stares at me. I know he’s wondering how a “suit” could take him down so easily.

  Being undefeated, the concept of losing is foreign to him. I am happy to be the one to educate him tonight.

  The referee looks closely at the kid, holds up two fingers, and asks, “How many?”

  The kid answers two, then stumbles to his corner. After several seconds, he announces that he’s ready to continue.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” he states with confidence, meeting the ref’s gaze.

  The kid glares at me, determined to teach me a lesson. He doesn’t understand yet that he’s the one who has just been schooled.

  When the fight resumes, the kid and I briefly touch fists before we begin again.

  I rub my jaw where he hit me and smile at him as a friendly taunt.

  His eyes widen in rage and he throws a deadly punch, but I quickly duck and he misses. I immediately counter his attack with a swing, but he is ready for it and deflects it.