Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark continue to juggle being lovers as well as Master and slave, Bruce continues his Abolitionist work, and a shocking Family Secret is revealed. Meanwhile, the Queen Family welcomes a new member, and Steve and Hal meet their Destinies, although neither one realizes it yet. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: Bondage kink
Summary: Clark is punished.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): May 19, 2008
Date Of Posting: March 31, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1057
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
The kiss of the whip,
In a loving Master’s
King Jolan’s Ja’Zel
"The Jewel In The Crown"
KISS OF THE WHIP
“Punish me, Master.”
Bruce grinned as he saw that his luscious slave was wearing very little, just a filmy garment that barely covered anything at all.
They could play this game, having talked quietly about their argument…
“So, now that we’ve both admitted wrongdoing and apologized, what next?” Bruce asked. He had been impressed by Clark’s steely resolve, though refrained from saying so.
Clark considered. “Would you promise to listen to me better about certain things, and I promise to understand that yours is the last word?”
“I can live with that.”
Clark smiled like sunshine, and Bruce’s heart was happy.
“You deserve punishment,” Bruce said haughtily as Clark drew closer, mischief in his blue eyes.
Late afternoon sunlight slanted in through the bedroom windows. Bruce was fully dressed in dark slacks and turtleneck sweater, his gaze running over Clark’s body.
Clark pressed close, wrapping his leg around Bruce’s. He whispered in his ear, “Use the whip.”
A little jolt went through Bruce. “I…”
“Please.” Clark nibbled Bruce’s ear.
“Mmm, my ka-tare.”
Clark grinned, slipping away to kneel on the bed, discarding his garment. Bruce licked his lips, then went to the bottom dresser drawer. He pulled out a long, thin box.
Their ‘toys’ were kept in a bigger box in Bruce’s massive walk-in closet, but this whip was kept separately. Bruce opened the lid and lifted it out.
Clark’s eyes followed the movement of the whip as Bruce uncoiled it. It was delicate with a gold handle, tiny feathery ends whispering as they were snapped.
A pleasure whip lived up to its name, only strong enough to elicit shivers of pleasure, not debilitating pain. No flesh torn, just a little pink, and in loving hands could be a powerful aphrodisiac.
Pure love shone in Clark’s eyes. “I want this, Bruce. It’ll help me deal with that other time.”
Oh, yes, that other time.
The time in which Edmund Caldwell and his sniggering grandson had watched as Clark had been severely whipped for the crime of touching that brat without permission, because Clark had not been able to bear witnessing one of the Caldwell slaves, sweet little Melody, being beaten by said brat.
Bruce had forced himself to watch every lash. The law was quite explicit: Edmund had been well within his rights, but Bruce had hated every second.
Bruce grasped the handle a little tighter, then approached the bed.
“Assume the position.”
Clark smiled as he turned, still kneeling, and raised his arms. Chains rattled as Bruce attached the metal to Clark’s manacles and looped the lengths through hooks in the ceiling. He tightened the links, whispering, “All right?”
Clark nodded, rising up to hang suspended as Bruce gave one final pull on the chains. Clark’s legs and knees rested on the bed, his buttocks off his haunches as his skin rippled in the sunlight. Except for very faint scars from the Caldwell whipping, his skin was unmarred.
Bruce allowed himself to drink in the sight of the smooth, taut flesh. His hands caressed Clark’s buttocks, kissing the small of his back as his slave shuddered.
“Be ready, ka-tare.”
Bruce stood a few feet back, then flicked the whip.
It touched Clark’s left shoulderblade, Clark twitching at the mild sting.
The next lash was on his right shoulderblade, and he whimpered as his buttocks were stung. He squirmed as another blow landed in the same place, Bruce crooning, “My beautiful slut, you shall be punished until you beg for mercy.”
“That’s right, my beautiful slave.” The whip landed on the small of Clark’s back, his body shivering. Bruce smirked, “You shall open yourself to me.” He stepped to the bed, the feathery ends of the whip draping between lush buttocks, sliding up and down before he removed them. He placed his hands on Clark’s hips and let his breath tickle his slave’s ear. “Spread your legs now.”
Clark obeyed instantly, trembling slightly as Bruce slid his arms around his chest, his fingers lightly pinching ready nipples. Clark gasped and squirmed.
Bruce’s shirt rasped against Clark’s bare skin, then his pants brushed against bare buttocks. Bruce laved his tongue over a shoulder.
“Mmm, your sweet self tastes delicious.”
Clark tilted his head back, his hair brushing against Bruce’s cheek.
“Frisky, my beauty.” Bruce nipped the back of Clark’s neck. “I intend to taste all of you, have all of you.” Bruce tweaked Clark’s nipples, one hand sliding down his stomach.
Bruce stepped back, unzipped his pants, then picked up the jar from the nightstand and prepared Clark, who shivered, and then pressed his cock to the cleft of Clark’s ass. He pushed in, full and hot and demanding…
Clark’s body writhed in the chains, little whimpers escaping his throat as Bruce thrust in and out, one hand on a nipple and the other teasing his cock.
“Mmm, delicious, so hot and tight. I welcome you, my beauty, as you welcome me into your body.”
“Mmm, yes, beg me, my sweet.”
Bruce’s body throbbed as the silken tightness caressed his cock. He watched as he disappeared in and out of his slave’s body.
Stars pinwheeled behind Bruce’s eyes as with one, final thrust, he was in ecstasy, Clark crying out, his cock spewing over his Master’s hand, seed spilling down his thighs.
Clark hung limply in his bonds, Bruce wrapped around him.
“Mmm,” Bruce said, nipping at Clark’s shoulder, “you should rebel more often, love.”
Clark laughed, wiggling back against Bruce. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He shivered as the feathery whip ends touched his nipples. “I am sorry, Master.”
Bruce nuzzled his neck. “So am I.” He sighed, his breath tickling Clark’s ear. “We both must try to do better in the future.”
“We can, Bruce. I know we can.”
Bruce rested his head on Clark’s shoulder. “I love you.”
Clark closed his eyes. “I do, too, Bruce. I love you so much.”
Bruce unchained Clark and gently lowered him to the bed, chains rattling as Bruce kissed his neck, Clark wrapping his limbs around his lover.