Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark//Bruce, Sefran, Salek
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): R
Warnings: Public nudity and sex
Summary: Bruce and Clark are brought to the Slave Training Center.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): March 28, 2009
Date Of Posting: February 22, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 962
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
The Ja’zel Handbook
“You did very well last night at the banquo, love.”
Clark smiled, blushing a little. “I’m pleased to serve.”
Bruce kissed the top of Clark’s head. They were lying in bed, Bruce stroking his companion’s chest. “You were truly magnificent.”
Clark kissed Bruce’s shoulder. “It was…interesting.”
Bruce laughed. “That’s an understatement!” He traced a finger along Clark’s neck and shoulder. “I’ll admit I was a little nervous, too. I’m not accustomed to public sex.”
Clark grinned. “I can’t guarantee I won’t be nervous again tonight, but it should be better.”
“Don’t worry.” Bruce nuzzled his ear.
A knock on the door brought a groan from Bruce. “Wait here.” He climbed out of bed, slipping into a silk robe. He walked to the door and opened it.
Sefran smiled. “Sorry to disturb you, m’lord. The Royal Majesties wish to customize a set of pleasure toys for you as a gift. The appointment with the Royal Slavemaster is in an hour. I have breakfast for you.” Sefran indicated the cart behind him.
Sefran signaled and the servant rolled it in. “I will be back to escort you.”
“What does this entail, Sefran?”
The servant efficiently set out the meal, ignoring Clark in bed. It was probably a scene repeated in nearly every room.
“You will meet the Slavemaster, who is in charge of pleasure slave training. Once a selected Squire comes of the age, he or she is trained by Salek and his staff. One of their duties is customizing pleasure toys. They will need measurements.”
“Oh, I’ll be happy to give you the measurements…”
“Yes, Lord Wayne. And your Ja-zel.”
Sefran waved the servant out. He said, “Come and speak with Salek. He is completely professional and will take no liberties.”
“All right. I’ll see you then.”
Sefran nodded and departed.
Bruce walked over to the bed. “Don’t worry, if things aren’t right, I won’t leave you there.”
Clark took Bruce’s hand and kissed it.
Clark’s eyes were wide behind his javea.
The room was large and filled with slaves and trainers. Clark blushed at the casual nudity of the slaves, and the beds were half-filled, trainers working with each slave, discussing techniques, some demonstrating.
Clark averted his eyes. He wasn’t shocked and was a little more accepting of public sex now, but he was still nervous.
Sefran signaled a large, well-muscled man dressed in a leather halter, knee-high sandals, and leather skirt, resembling an Ancient Roman outfit. His black hair was pulled into a severe high ponytail, a goatee adorning his broad face. His skin tone was a light brown, deep brown eyes bright with curiosity.
"This is Salek, our Royal Slavemaster, the finest in all the land."
Salek smiled, showing even white teeth. "You flatter me, Sefran."
The slender man smiled. "I speak the truth, Salek. And this is Prince Bruce of the House Of Wayne with his prized Ja-zel."
Salek bowed. “I am honored to serve.” As he straightened up, he said, “King Javon came by and requested a custom set of pleasure toys for you. I only need to measure for a moment, m’lord.”
Bruce nodded and followed Salek into a small alcove, the Jovaran pulling the curtain.
Clark watched as a trainer mounted a slave, both parties totally unconcerned with an audience.
“A bit disconcerting?”
Clark turned to see an amused Sefran.
“Please do not be concerned, Ja’zel. These training exercises are not for humiliation, as your culture often does.”
Clark nodded sadly.
“Nothing that happens here is designed for your humiliation. We do not condone slave abuse. There are strict laws against it.”
Impressed, Clark asked, “I did read some protections in the handbook. I find it exemplary.” He bit his lip. Would Sefran consider that opinion too forward?
“Thank you.” Sefran was pleased. “Pleasure slaves are treasured here. We identify potential Ja-zels in adolescence, and allow them to cultivate other talents besides the obvious until they begin their sexual training when they come of age. For example, we encourage those with talent in writing, painting, music…that bright little Squire of yours has amazing acrobatic ability and is a perfect candidate to study dance with his grace and sense of movement. When he came of age, he would be taught sensual dance.”
Clark felt pride in Dick, and thought that giving him dance training would be a good idea if he wanted it.
“Ja’zels are important parts of our society. They are trained in more than the sexual arts. A slave is chosen for many qualities. Beauty, of course, though there are some who are not exceptionally beautiful and yet are highly prized Ja’zels. Intelligence is also treasured, and creative skills that I mentioned. A good Ja’zel should be well-informed and ready to intelligently discuss politics and philosophy if the Master desires it.”
Clark was impressed yet again. “Some Earth Masters don’t like their slaves to read or write, but Master Bruce isn’t one of them.”
“Yes, we heard that about him. He is an interesting man.”
“Very.” Pride rose in Clark. Bruce was special, Master or not, and he was proud to serve him.
Bruce and Salek came out of the cubicle, and Salek put his tape measure back on his belt. Bruce put a hand on Clark’s shoulder.
“I’m leaving you here, my Prize, while I go to the morning meeting. Be aware that you can refuse anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
Clark took Bruce’s hand and kissed it, Bruce doing the same to the top of his head. He left with Sefran, and Clark turned to face Salek.
The Slavemaster smiled. “Let us begin.”