Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Sefran
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
Summary: What treasures does a Jovaran pleasure chest contain?
Date Of Completion (First Draft): May 13, 2009
Date Of Posting: April 22, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 655
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
Old Jovaran Proverb
3rd Century B.C.E.
"A PADDLING A DAY..."
“Mmm, we’re going to have all our birthdays celebrated right here on Jovara,” Bruce said, nuzzling Clark’s neck.
“That sounds like fun.”
“Dick’s already excited.” Bruce smiled at Clark’s laugh. “Alfred’s going to bake us a giant cake. We’ll have to fight over what kind.”
“Maybe we should have…three…separate…cakes,” Clark said, in between nipping Bruce’s ear.
Bruce chuckled, both of them throwing the covers up over their heads.
Clark stretched luxuriously. These silk sheets were really outstanding.
Bruce had gone into the bathroom. Clark ran a hand through his hair, feeling very relaxed.
He sat up when he heard a knock on the door. He quickly put on his half-mask and wrapped a robe around his body. Padding to the door, he carefully opened it.
Sefran smiled. “Hello, Ja’zel. I bring you a gift from Their Majesties.”
He held out a satinwood box, Clark’s eyes lighting up. “The pleasure chest!”
Sefran laughed. “Yes.” He winked. “Please enjoy.”
Clark grinned. “We will. Please thank the Kings for us.”
Sefran nodded and left, Clark closing the door.
He brought the box over to the table by the window and opened it.
Bruce came out of the bathroom, stopping short.
Clark was sitting on the bed, robe half-off, surrounded by…paddles?
“Our gifts have arrived, Master.”
“I can see that.” Bruce approached the bed and picked up a pink padded paddle. “This looks…interesting.”
Clark beamed. “It’s the best one!”
An eyebrow rose. “So, you’ve tested these?”
“Oh, yes.” Clark stood, sweeping the other paddles up and depositing them back in the box. Returning to the bed, he shed his robe. “’A paddling a day makes both Master and slave happy’.”
Bruce laughed. “Is that so?”
Clark nodded, grinning. He patted the bed.
Bruce was clad in his robe, and he kept it on as he sat down, Clark draping himself over his lap.
“You should chain me,” Clark said.
Bruce chained his wrists together behind his back, Clark wiggling to get comfortable. Bruce felt warm as the luscious ass was presented to him and Clark wiggled again. Laughing, Bruce caressed smooth buttocks, Clark shivering.
Clark nodded eagerly.
Laughing again, Bruce picked up the pink paddle and brought it down on Clark’s left cheek.
Clark’s body jerked, and Bruce smacked the other cheek. He repeated the motion twice more, both cheeks starting to pink.
The next blow was a hard one. Clark yelped, arching back.
“Careful, love,” Bruce soothed, caressing his slave’s spine. He brought the paddle down hard again, his cock reacting as Clark writhed. “Such a beautiful boy,” He crooned. “I think a daily paddling is a good idea.”
Clark laughed, then groaned.
Bruce paddled several more times, then caressed and squeezed Clark’s cheeks. Clark’s groans were getting more heartfelt, his reaction poking Bruce’s lap.
“Mmm, sensitive, love?”
“Yes, yes! Bruce…Master…please!”
Bruce grinned and slid Clark onto the bed, spreading his legs. One quick lube job later, Bruce was inside Clark, the silk of his robe whispering against Clark’s super-sensitive skin. His captive lover moaned and writhed, pushing back against Bruce, who squeezed and slapped Clark’s ass as he pumped in and out, his own heart racing.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby? Doesn’t it?”
Bruce touched Clark’s prostate, ripping a scream from his slave. He pulled back and rammed in again, squeezing and panting as Clark sobbed and begged, “More, Master, please!”
One final thrust, and both men cried out as orgasm ripped through them, Bruce covering Clark’s body with his own.
They panted for several minutes, then Bruce nuzzled Clark’s ear.
“I’d say a paddling a day makes this Master and slave very happy.”
Clark burst out laughing and Bruce hugged him as he joined in.