Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, King Jodelle/King Jovan, Dick, Laylin
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: The Kings host a farewell ja’zanna banquo for their guests.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): June 7, 2009
Date Of Posting: May 13, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1435
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into my 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
The House Of Jorelle
“And how is your Jewel in the Crown?” Jodelle asked with a smile.
The King and Bruce were standing in the gardens on a bright Jovaran morning. Bruce smiled.
”He’s much better now, your Majesty.”
“Good.” Jodelle’s light-blue skin glowed in the sunlight. “Today we wrap up the conference and tonight will be a farewell ja’zanna banquo to guarantee a hangover for your trip home tomorrow.”
Bruce laughed. “I look forward to it.”
Jodelle’s eyes gleamed. “Very good.”
“Master, I…oh, beg pardon, Your Majesty.” Dick skidded to a halt, bells jingling.
Jodelle’s face lit up in delight. “Good morning, young Squire. Are you prepared for tonight?”
“Oh, yes!” the bells on Dick’s cap jingled madly as he nodded enthusiastically. “Makros has us practicing a wonderful routine.”
“Good.” Jodelle’s jeweled hand gently patted Dick’s head. “I look forward to your performance tonight.”
Dick beamed and Bruce couldn’t help but smile. Dick loved to be in the spotlight! Jodelle noticed, too, and laughed.
“I’ve heard that expression here, Your Highness,” Bruce said.
“Jewel in the Crown?” Bruce nodded. “It’s an old Jovaran expression for a Ja’zel. A Ja’zel of great price, and I do not mean strictly monetary.”
“That’s a lovely expression.”
“It fits, because a prized Ja’zel is a jewel indeed.”
“I will see you at the meeting. We have accomplished good things.”
Jodelle nodded and swept away.
Bruce ruffled Dick’s hair. “So you have a great performance for us tonight?”
Dick grinned. “We do!”
“Great. Do you have to practice?”
“Yes!” Dick nearly bounced. “But Alfred asked me what you’d like to take with you for food stores on our journey home.”
“Ah, yes. I’ll go to the kitchens and talk to him. And you need to get to rehearsal.”
Dick mock-saluted and Bruce grinned. They parted ways inside, Dick jingling down the hall as he whistled merrily.
Bruce watched with deep affection. His boy was eleven years old now and growing up fast.
I hope he keeps this sunny attitude when he hits puberty.
He was amazed that his boy had kept a sense of optimism despite being born to the collar.
He arrived at the kitchens, enjoying the hubbub as the efficient staff went about their business. He passed through one kitchen and entered a quieter one, the pots and pans gleaming but no one around.
His voice echoed off the pale-blue walls. He was about to call again when Laylin scurried into the room.
“May I be of service, m’lord?”
“Hello, Laylin. Yes, can you tell me where Alfred is?”
“In the Chief Housekeeper’s office.”
“I can show you the way.”
“Seems like I’m always thanking you.” Bruce smiled. “And I’ll do it again for the other night.”
“I am honored to serve, Your Majesty.”
“Your quick thinking saved my Prize a lot of pain.”
Laylin beamed proudly. “He is a generous soul.”
Bruce followed Laylin to the Chief Housekeeper’s office.
Dick and his fellow Squires gave a dazzling performance as promised at the beginning of the ja’zanna banquo. Bruce and Clark watched with immense pride as once again Dick was a star in the acrobatic act. Loud applause greeted the tumblers, spins and flips dazzlingly-executed as light streamed out behind the acrobats in their sequined costumes, Gypsy-like music playing from the chamber trio at the far end of the hall. Dick was in heaven.
He bowed at the end of the act, sparkling merrily as he winked at Bruce and Clark.
Jodelle stood and applauded, Jovan by his side.
“Thank you, merry troupe. We are pleased by your skill.” He clapped his hands. “A feast has been prepared for you. Enjoy!”
Dick and the troupe bowed again, then filed out.
“Let us feast!”
Music played as dinner was served. The dishes were colorful and succulent, all Jovaran specialties. Clark made up a plate for Bruce, also pouring ruby-red wine into a jeweled golden goblet. Bruce sampled the sweet, ripe fruits and crisp vegetables, sipping the rich wine. He then offered Clark morsels of food, then drink.
He gazed down at his lover, whose face was Veiled but body exposed, banded in wide gold bracelets around his arms and thighs, studded with gems. He wore the jeweled Medallion that Bruce had gifted him with long ago, a five-pointed star surrounded by five smaller stars etched onto the gold surface, the colors of red, yellow, green, and blue sparkling for all to see. Pride swelled in Bruce at seeing the symbol of the House Of Wayne around Clark’s neck other than his slave collar.
Clark knelt on a pink satin pillow, gratefully drinking from the goblet that Bruce held to his lips. He leaned down and lifted Clark’s javea, no one else able to see his face.
He was struck not for the first time by Clark’s beauty. The ruby-red lips curved into a generous smile, sparkling-blue eyes rimmed by kohl.
Bruce’s eyes were framed by kohl, too, but he was sure that they didn’t look as striking as Clark’s.
Clark kissed his fingers and Bruce smirked as he let the javea fall back down. He allowed a slipper-clad foot to gently rub up-and-down Clark’s inner thigh, Clark widening his legs.
His cock was beautiful, proud and erect. Bruce touched it with his foot, Clark shivering, and Bruce withdrew.
Clark served the grilled meats, skin flushed pink, his cock bobbing. Bruce’s cock was hidden by layers of cobalt-blue silk but was eager to play, too.
Bruce savored the juicy meat. There was something primal about grilled meat, reaching down to something deep, and Bruce felt like he wanted to go on the prowl, to hunt, to take…
He grabbed the back of Clark’s head, offering a bite, and Clark took it, cock bobbing lazily.
Bruce could feel Clark’s eyes on him. The javea was no barrier to them.
Flushed, he nudged Clark’s thighs further apart, Clark’s arms going behind his back, crossing his wrists. He moved forward on his knees, Bruce widening his own legs.
Clark bent down, finding the opening in Bruce’s robes, hot tongue wet on his Master’s weeping cock. Bruce shuddered as his slave’s lush mouth closed around his flesh.
Clark sucked and teased, Bruce clutching the silk material atop Clark’s head. His hips bucked, thrusting deeper into his slave’s mouth.
Seeing the smooth, perfect buttocks curved upward as Clark’s head bobbed nearly sent him over the edge.
“Wait,” he growled, pulling Clark’s head up. “Turn around.” Clark quickly obeyed. “Display yourself.” Clark pulled his cheeks apart, Bruce scooping up a sealed jar, unscrewing the lid, and using the silky contents to prepare his cock, then slipped a finger inside Clark, who grabbed at his pillow as he whimpered. Bruce quickly finished the preparations, then slipped off his own pillow and grabbed Clark’s hips in a bruising grip, nudging his cock between the spread cheeks, pressing inside.
They both groaned in pleasure, Bruce pumping in-and-out. Heat enclosed him and pleasure tingled along his cock and up through his nerves, peripherally aware that everyone else was similarly engaged but the public display excited him. His cock throbbed in time to the pulsing beat of the music.
Clark breathed out, “Faster…” while clutching his pillow in a deathgrip, beads from the circlet around his head jingling.
Bruce complied, grunting as he plunged in deeper, hitting Clark’s prostate and his lover crying out softly. He hit it again and again, Clark delirious with pleasure as he tried to impale himself further, finally orgasming just before Bruce did, warm wetness running down his thighs.
Bruce held Clark close as they both gasped, trying to catch their breath. Bruce kissed his shoulder and pulled out, a slave coming forward with a basin of water and fluffy towels.
Clark cleaned them both, the slave taking away the bowl and towels. Clark was holding Bruce’s hand and brushed his lips over warm fingers.
Bruce slipped his fingers beneath the javea and cupped Clark’s cheek, stroking the soft curls of his hair next. He was immensely proud, and smiled as Clark teasingly offered him dessert, a tray of sweets “to die for”. Bruce happily ate a sweet and offered one to Clark, lush mouth stained with cherry-like juice as he pulled the javea away just a bit.
Tiny bells tinkled, tied around Clark’s nipples, and Bruce smiled as soft music from the chamber trio played. It was a fitting farewell banquo.