Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark//Bruce, King Jodelle/King Jovan, Dick
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. The House Of Wayne travels off-world to the planet of Jovara on an important mission, and lovers Clark and Bruce learn more about their Master/slave dynamic through the eyes of this exotic culture. Meanwhile, Hal and Steve attempt to aid Diana and the Amazons to finally break free of their centuries-long enslavement on Paradise Island. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: Public nudity and sex
Summary: Clark and Bruce learn what the ja’zanna in the banquo means. ;)
Date Of Completion (First Draft): March 24, 2009
Date Of Posting: February 10, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1336
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
As slaves earn,
Their right to
Of the banquo
King Jolan’s Ja’Zel
"The Jewel In The Crown"
THE JA’ZANNA BANQUO
“I love you.”
Clark smiled at Bruce’s words. He could see his lover’s reflection behind him in the dressing table mirror.
Bruce put his hands on Clark’s shoulders, rubbing bare skin. Clark closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation.
“Mmm, careful, love, you’ll end up ruining my make-up if we take this further.”
“Mmm.” Bruce leaned down and nuzzled silky hair. “You’ve got to help me with mine.”
Clark grinned, opening his eyes, which were artfully rimmed with kohl. He had practiced at home, aware that he was required to wear it even under his javea.
He took Bruce’s right hand and kissed it, brushing his lips over the knuckles. He stood and indicated the seat.
Bruce grinned and sat down, Clark picking up the wand and dipping it in the kohl pot.
“Close your eyes.”
Bruce obeyed, Clark carefully applying the make-up. His silk dressing gown rustled as he moved to Bruce’s other side.
Butterflies skittered in his stomach. He was extremely nervous about this evening, glad of this task to help calm him a little.
He had to pull this off tonight.
He had to.
“Can I open my eyes now?”
Clark chuckled. “Sure.”
Clark grinned. “Is that a good ‘wow’ or a bad ‘wow’?”
“An impressed ‘wow’.”
Clark had to agree. Bruce’s blue eyes, midnight-dark, were artfully accentuated by the kohl. He looked like an Egyptian Pharoah of old, when the pyramids were new.
“You are beautiful, Bruce.”
Bruce smiled and stood up. He took Clark by the shoulders and drew his lover to him. They kissed, Bruce whispering, “No matter what happens tonight, remember that I love you.”
Clark was too nervous to eat much. Bruce fed him only morsels, and he looked around at the other guests and their slaves.
“Some might look once we get started, but they’ll mostly be interested in their own slaves.”
Bruce’s words echoed in Clark’s head. He took a deep breath and returned his attentions to his Master.
King Jodelle clapped his hands. “Thank you for your service, young Squires. Now go to your repast, and let the ja’zanna of this banquo begin.”
The guests nodded enthusiastically while the Squires filed out, Dick giving Clark a warm smile on his way out.
Clark felt more relaxed even as he began to disrobe once the solid oak doors closed behind the Squires.
He laid aside his jattra, beads jingling as he quickly adjusted his necklace. His arms and thighs were banded by gold, jewels of House colors winking against his golden skin.
He removed his javea, setting it aside carefully folded. The upper half of his face was obscured by a golden mask studded by jewels. His lips were a luscious cherry-red.
Clark shivered slightly. It was cool here in the banquet hall, but no doubt they expected the temperature to rise. He blushed.
Bruce’s hand lifted Clark’s chin and he smiled, Clark relaxing again. It would be all right. Bruce was here. And he had been naked in public before: the slavers’ camp, Knickerbocker Hall, the auction. And those situations had been specifically designed to humiliate him. This situation…he was going to show how good a pleasure slave he was for the Prince of Gotham.
Soft, lilting music washed over Clark as the clink of jewelry could be heard from other seats along the table. Clark glanced at the other slaves and quickly poured wine into a gem-studded goblet, offering it to Bruce.
His Master took it, fingers brushing against his, and Bruce took a deep drink, then offered it to Clark. Clark took the goblet and drank, glad of the velvet pillow beneath his knees. He would be less stiff and able to move with as much grace as possible.
The wine was sweet, and Clark felt a rush along his skin. Bruce was elevated slightly higher, sitting in a low, armless chair instead of on a pillow tonight. He spread his legs slightly, Clark leaning forward and parting the silken folds of his jattra.
Bruce’s cock bobbed up, already dripping pre-cum. Clark’s tongue flicked out, licking the drops, then began licking up and down the rigid shaft, Bruce moaning softly as he pushed his hips forward. Clark teased a little more before Bruce twined fingers in his hair and pushed his head forward.
Clark swallowed Bruce, the familiar taste exciting him. He blushed a little as he remembered that the other guests could be watching, but the little jolt in his stomach was pleasurable, not frightened.
“Mmm, yes, my ka-tare.”
Without thinking, Clark crossed his wrists behind his back, assuming the traditional position.
Bruce urged him on, one hand still cupping his head, the other stroking his shoulder, then slipped down to touch his nipple, pinching as Clark gasped. He sucked harder, Bruce groaning again, Clark determined to give him the best blow job ever…
Bruce came into Clark’s throat, sweet and tasty and so very Bruce.
Clark swallowed every drop, close to coming himself. Bruce relaxed, his fingers moving to his slave’s cock, stroking and loving, Clark’s body jerking as he orgasmed into his Master’s hand.
Clark felt limp, Bruce keeping him upright, and he smiled as he licked Bruce’s hand clean, his eyes closed, but he could sense Bruce’s smile.
“Mmm, delicious, my Ja’zel.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Clark opened his eyes and properly cleaned Bruce’s hand, using a soft washcloth and a small bowl of water. The Jovarans thought of everything.
Clark saw the ending of other ‘ministrations’, a little embarrassed at how vanilla he’d been. Bruce tilted his chin up, kohl-rimmed eyes sparkling.
Clark was awed. “You’re beautiful.”
Bruce looked touched, combing his fingers through Clark’s hair. “Thank you, my Ja’zel.” Bruce leaned down and kissed Clark. “Such a beautiful body…and heart.”
Clark felt an upsurge of love for Bruce, clutching his arms, not caring that he was essentially naked in a roomful of people. Bruce was the man he loved, who would keep him safe.
They refreshed themselves with wine and light, air-filled cookies. Clark noticed a second wave of amorousness starting, his own cock twitching.
He loved Bruce, but he wanted…needed…to be the best pleasure slave in this room.
He focused on Bruce as Master, and kissed Bruce’s thigh.
Bruce caressed his hair again, letting Clark take the lead. Clark brushed aside the folds of Bruce’s jattra, his mouth finding the ready cock again. He skillfully brought Bruce along, then abruptly pulled away.
Clark’s eyes sparkled through the holes in his mask. “No worries, Master. I shall serve you with all due enthusiasm.”
Clark shimmied forward, positioning himself over Bruce’s upright cock, lowering his body onto Bruce’s organ.
It was exquisite, the feeling of being stretched and filled slowly an erotic delight, his legs spread as his own cock sprung up, bobbing saucily.
His jewelry jangled as the music played, not quite covering the sounds of pleasure all around the hall. Clark pumped up and down, Bruce smiling as sweat sheened their skin. He grasped Clark’s lips, reveling in his slave’s enthusiastic passion.
Clark threw his head back, the tiny beads on his mask jangling madly, the jewels over the rest of his body making music of their own.
“Faster,” Bruce grunted.
Clark obeyed, gasping as he lifted up, then down, hot flesh filling him.
Pleasure ripped through his body, his cock swelling as Bruce’s fingers dug into his hips.
“Ah...yes!” Bruce cried, spurting deep into Clark’s body as Clark came, too.
Clark leaned back into Bruce, his limbs trembling. Bruce kissed his bare shoulder, sighing happily.
“A bit bawdy, eh?” he whispered in Clark’s ear.
Clark laughed. “Your Ja’zel is not as vanilla as you think, Master.”
“Oh, I know that, my Prize.”
Clark smiled as he rested against Bruce’s chest.