Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Prince Regnall Mirax, King Jodelle/King Jovan, Jaxon, 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): NC-17
Warnings: Public nudity
Summary: Bruce learns more about Jovaran attitudes toward pleasure slaves. A wanton Clark is delicious icing on the cake.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): April 8, 2009
Date Of Posting: March 8, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1794
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
The Ja’zel Handbook
The morning meeting was productive, in Bruce’s opinion. The economic summit was going well. Royalty were not always the best to deal with the subject, but everyone chosen had a good grasp of the details. Mirax was especially sharp.
After the meeting the delegates filed out of the conference room, but Jodelle asked Bruce to have tea with him and Bruce accepted. Javon kissed his husband and went to the kitchen to confer about the luncheon menu.
Bruce followed Jodelle to the gardens, a small outdoor alcove their eventual destination. They sat at the white table, surrounded by shocking-pink flowers growing from hedges that gave them privacy.
A servant brought a silver tea set, Jodelle artfully pouring two cups and extolling the excellence of the lemoncakes.
Bruce sampled a lemoncake. “Delicious.”
Jodelle smiled. He sparkled in the mid-morning sunlight, his lemon-yellow hair gleaming as his crown glittered, the gold set with a rainbow of precious stones. His raiments were yellow shot through with gold threads, gold bracelets jingling as he lifted the cup of tea, his jeweled wedding ring dazzling. His hair beads jangled as he moved his head to observe a bee buzzing around a cluster of flowers.
“It’s beautiful here,” Bruce said.
“Thank you.” Jodelle set down his teacup, the royal crest handpainted on the bone china. “It soothes me.”
“I think the conference is going well,” Bruce said after a few moments of quiet.
“I do, too.” Jodelle placed a lemoncake on his plate. “Prosperity is unprecedented, but we must always remain vigilant. Beings tend to ignore warning signs when things go well. It is the nature of things.”
Bruce cocked his head. “Do you see hard times coming?”
“Possibly.” Jodelle’s sapphire eyes were grave. “The armaments build-up of the Empire creates jobs, and there is actual prosperity. However, my fear is that we are building it all on a rotten foundation.”
“And that is…?”
“Slavery.” At Bruce’s surprised expression, Jodelle smiled. “Surely you know how shaky basing economic health and wealth on slavery can be? You are, after all, an Abolitionist at heart.”
Bruce shifted in his seat, his own sequins glittering and beads jangling. “Well, I speak out for more humane treatment…”
Jodelle waved a jeweled hand. “You speak of such things because you care.” His eyes were shrewd. “Even though your culture disapproves.”
“It’s easier to practice slavery if you don’t think that a slave has feelings just like you,” Bruce said dryly.
“Quite so.” Jodelle nodded approvingly. “I suppose that is a factor here. We have strict laws governing Masters and Mistresses and their treatment of slaves. Have you read about our views on slavery here?”
“I know that Ja’zels are highly prized.”
Jodelle nodded again. “Quite so. They are trained for duties other than physical pleasure. We prize talented musicians, artists, writers, while serving as companions. And your culture prizes such talents?”
“Some do. But it’s mostly physical.”
“Our culture has a long history of slavery, but centuries ago we recognized our base natures and enacted Slave Protecton Laws. Slaves gained more rights, and now I and Jovan have been quietly sponsoring an Abolition project.”
“I did hear that.”
“In five or six years, we wish to abolish slavery completely. First must come education and a gradual conversion of our economy, and some may be reluctant to give up their pleasure slaves. We do not wish to free some slaves and not others. Therefore, Jovan and I propose a contract system.”
“Yes.” Jodelle took a sip of tea. “Freed pleasure slaves and those who train in the ways of the Ja’zel would offer their services and a contract would be drawn up, usually for a year’s time, which could be renewed if both parties wish it.”
“That’s an interesting idea, Your Majesty.” Bruce leaned forward slightly, eyes intense.
Jodelle smiled. “I am aware of the pitfalls: abuse, not honoring the contract, and so on, but there would a deliberative machine set up to handle disputes.
“I feel that this is the best way to enlist support for a major change in our social structure.”
Bruce looked thoughtful. “It could certainly help.”
Jodelle nodded. “Jovan is enthusiastic for this method. He is tireless in the Abolitionist Movement, working as my Royal Liaison.”
“He’s so quiet.” Bruce smiled. “Does he work behind the scenes?”
“At times, but do not let his quiet demeanor fool you. He is an excellent listener and makes highly appropriate suggestions.”
“You love him very much.”
Jodelle’s smile brightened. “Extremely so.” He cocked his head. “And you love your Ja’zel?"
Startled, Bruce stammered, “I…uh…”
“Have no fear, Prince Bruce. I will not say anything to anyone but Jovan, of course. I am aware of your culture’s taboo against real love between Master and slave.” He sipped his tea. "A pity, that attitude."
Bruce tried to hide his discomfiture but had been completely thrown off his game. “How did you…?”
“…figure it out? Do not worry, Prince Bruce, it is not blatant. You hide it well. You show affection to your slave, but not romantic feelings. How I know is a sense of kinship that I feel with you, and careful observation. Are my instincts correct?”
Bruce let out his breath. “They are.”
Jodelle smiled. “I am pleased. We all need someone to love.”
“Yes, we do.” Bruce took a long sip of tea. “I’d like to know more about how your program is set up to educate your people on Abolition, and this contract issue.”
“Of course. Jovan will get in touch with you.” Jodelle rose. “Now it is time to get ready for luncheon. And you must collect your Ja’zel.”
Bruce stood, bowing slightly. “Thank you, Your Majesty. For the gift box as well.”
Jodelle smiled at the appreciation shown. They departed the alcove, Bruce stopping to admire a bright blue flower as Jodelle left the gardens. He took a deep sniff, then announced, “You can come out now.”
A hedge parted and a strong, well-built Jovaran guard emerged. Bruce smiled smugly at his detection of the presence, then frowned. Light-blue skin, deep-purple hair and eyes…
“Why do you keep staring at my slaves?”
“Because it is my duty.” Bruce was about to launch into a lecture when the guard lifted his hand. “I’m your contact, Mr. Wayne.”
Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “From…?”
“The Galactic Bureau of Investigation.”
“The GBI?” At the guard’s nod, he asked, “Why haven’t you contacted me sooner?”
“There was no need, and I had leads to track down. None of them came to anything, alas.”
The guard was wearing a white silk skirt and matching crossed strips across his broad chest. He also wore a golden belt and a sword in a scabbard, beads jangling in his hair. Long, thick Warrior bracelets around his wrists were decorated with Jovaran symbols, and his sandals were laced up his calves, sparkling golden in the sunlight.
“I’ll tell my slaves they have nothing to worry about…do they?”
“Not from me, Mr. Wayne.”
“You sound like an American Terran more than a Jovaran.”
White teeth gleamed. “I was raised on Earth. My parents were stationed there for most of my childhood in the diplomatic service. I’m afraid I’ve picked up your attitudes and speech patterns.”
“And a perfect undercover here on your home planet.”
The guard nodded.
“And your name is…?”
“Jaxon, a pleasure to meet you. Keep me informed of any suspicious activity, if you please.”
“I will, m’lord.” Jaxon bowed as a pair of Jovaran nobles entered the gardens. “And do assure your slaves that they are quite safe here.”
Bruce nodded as Jaxon left, disappearing into the manicured wilds of the gardens.
Bruce entered the Slave Training Center, glancing at the beds as he looked for Clark. He saw slaves in deep conversation with trainers over body oils and jewelry, a few getting more physical.
Bruce stopped as he saw the bed at the end of the hall.
A very naked Clark was leaning against the headboard, legs spread, jewelry winking in the sunlight streaming in through the windows.
And what was glittering between his legs?
Clark looked up from the booklet he was reading. “Master!”
Bruce’s heart warmed at Clark’s smile.
“You seem quite…comfortable.”
Clark blushed a little. “I am.”
“Good.” Considering that Clark would have to disrobe in public more often, this was a good thing. He noticed the jewels sparkling around his slave’s cock. “What’s this?”
“Adornment.” Clark leaned forward, tiny bells tinkling from his nipples. Bruce reached out to touch one. “Do you like these, Master?”
Clark climbed up on his knees, eyes sparkling as he smiled invitingly.
Bruce laughed, caressing Clark’s shoulder. “Let’s get back to our rooms.”
Salek appeared. “Your gift box will be ready before you leave, m’lord.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
“A pleasure doing business with your Ja’zel.”
Clark smiled at Salek, Bruce glad of that. If Clark was this comfortable, then everything was all right.
Clark put on his clothes and happily followed his Master out.
Once back in their suite, Bruce informed Clark about Jaxon.
“Wow, that’s a relief. We’ll have to let Alfred and Dick know as soon as possible.”
Bruce nodded. He crossed his arms and looked at Clark amusedly. “Pretty exhibitionist back there, weren’t you?”
Clark laughed. “You have no idea, Bruce.”
Clark’s eyes sparkled as he disrobed. He stretched out on the bed, leaning against the headboard and parted his legs, arms above his head, the diamonds twined around his cock glittering.
Bruce’s eyes glittered to match the diamonds, and he disrobed, climbing up onto the bed and put his hand behind Clark’s head, drawing him into a deep, rough kiss. Clark moaned, and rubbed his foot along Bruce’s thigh. Clark then pushed Bruce onto his back and crawled up the bed and Bruce to kiss his way up his Master’s naked chest and throat, his body rubbing against Bruce’s. Bruce grabbed his head again and ground them into another kiss, Clark straightening up when they parted and straddled Bruce, his kohl-rimmed eyes gleaming and his body screaming wanton abandon.
Bruce smiled a predatory smile and grasped Clark’s cock, his fingers feeling the cool diamonds and the hot flesh, rubbing and stroking as Clark threw his head back, groaning and jerking his body, close to coming when Bruce abruptly sat up and pushed Clark back against the pillows, the bells tinkling, and he inserted himself into Clark, smiling as he held onto his lover’s cock and stroked long and hard…