Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. New superheroes appear on the scene as the Abolitionist Movement gathers strength. Meanwhile, Lex gets his heart’s desire while long-held secrets begin to spill out of the Manor. Nothing will ever be the same again.
The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: Bondage (Like anyone reading this series needs a warning for that! LOL!), spanking
Summary: Turnabout is fair play.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): January 14, 2010
Date Of Posting: September 30, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1046
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Written for my 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
To the Master
Of thy body.
To the Master
Of thy heart.
To the Master
Of thy soul.
Slave Author Unknown
20th Century B.C.E.
Bruce was mesmerized by the steady action of the paddle against Clark’s palm. A smile spread across his face.
“So that’s your desire, my love?”
Clark’s smile was beautific.
Bruce closed the door behind him. Excitement skittered along his nerves, and a touch of nervousness. He came further into the room, standing by the bed.
Clark approached, his lips brushing Bruce’s ear. “Surrender to me,” he whispered.
Bruce shivered slightly. He hesitated, wondering if he could. Did he have the courage to do what Clark did every day?
“Do you trust me?” The whisper was low and sultry.
“With my life.”
“Then let yourself go.” Strong teeth nipped at his ear while the paddle lightly rapped at his ass. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”
Excitement tingled through Bruce’s groin. “Sounds heavenly.”
Clark smiled as he drew away. “Undress.”
Bruce obeyed, unbuttoning his silk shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes, removed his socks, and slid down his pants.
Clark watched him with a hooded gaze that excited Bruce even more. He put his hands on the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down, freeing his burgeoning erection.
Clark was waiting, his watchful eyes a deep sapphire-blue. Bruce realized what he was waiting for. Taking a deep breath, Bruce dropped to his knees, pushing them slightly apart, and crossed his wrists behind his back. He bowed his head.
“I only wish to serve you, Master.”
Strong fingers carded through his hair, and he was surprised when a soft leather collar was snapped shut around his neck. His chin was lifted up and his eyes met Clark’s.
Bruce felt happy, safe…loved.
Bruce did, and Clark pulled out a pair of soft black velvet manacles, closing them around Bruce’s wrists. Clark drew him into a kiss, then gently shoved him onto the bed.
Very quickly Bruce found himself on his back, arms and legs stretched out, and sparkling-gold chain links securing him to the bed. He felt open, exposed…vulnerable.
Clark ran his hand up Bruce’s thigh, brushing his fingers along his inner thigh, the delicate touch sending shivers through Bruce. The questing fingers skipped over Bruce’s groin, resting on his stomach, then skimmed up to his chest, tweaking his nipples.
“Mmm,” Bruce moaned, arching up into Clark’s touch.
Clark moved his fingers up to stroke Bruce’s throat, leaning down to kiss him, climbing up on the bed, straddling his slave’s legs, the soft silk of his robe brushing against bare skin. Clark rubbed his cock against Bruce’s, Bruce squirming beneath him.
“Patience, my ka-tare,” Clark whispered.
Bruce nearly laughed. Patience was not his strong suit when it came to sex. Sure, waiting in the rafters on a stake-out or performing some Ninja technique was fine, but his libido was never very patient.
Bruce breathed softly, Clark kissing his face tenderly, then more aggressively, pressing his lips to his slave’s, forcing his lips open and slipping his tongue inside, tasting his beautiful Bruce.
Bruce moaned as Clark plundered his mouth. Was this what it was like for Clark when he totally surrendered to Bruce? He hoped that Clark felt safe.
I’d never hurt you.
Clark nipped at Bruce’s shoulder, then suckled Bruce’s nipple, the bound man writhing beneath him.
Lips trailed down his sternum, stomach, and brushed between his lips. Warm breath tickled Bruce’s groin. “Mmm, Clark…” Clark punched his thigh. “Ow!”
Clark’s eyes twinkled as his tongue swirled around the head of Bruce’s cock, Bruce’s moans delighting his Master. Bruce’s hips thrust up, Clark licking the underside of the long, elegant cock.
Clark smiled as he straightened up, loosening Bruce’s restraints and pushed his legs up, slipping a finger inside his body. Shivering, Bruce spread his legs wider.
“Mmm, still impatient.” Clark’s smile was predatory. “Well, let me see if I can help you scratch that…itch.”
He leaned over and opened the nightstand drawer, taking out the jar of cream. He slowly prepared them both, then stretched as he shed his robe, revealing himself in all his glory.
Bruce’s face was flushed as he licked his lips, eyes watching avidly. Clark’s smile was pure evil.
Clark looped Bruce’s legs over his shoulders, easing into his eager partner. Bruce gasped as he tried to impale himself further on Clark’s cock. Clark thrust in, Bruce’s helplessness exciting him.
Bruce felt waves of pleasure wash through him, setting his nerve endings afire. Being so open and exposed to Clark…it thrilled him in ways that he would never have dreamed.
Clark was strong, mesmerizing…masterful.
Just what Bruce needed at this moment.
Clark hit just the right spot, pleasure blossoming in a wild profusion of loving lust.
Bruce cried out, body throbbing as Clark thrust one final time as he spurted deep and hot inside his slave.
Bruce came seconds later, spattering Clark’s chest and belly, a pearl-dappled golden god. He was perfect, so perfect.
Bruce felt like all the air had gone out of him, his breathing coming in short pants. He felt boneless, and would have slid off the bed if Clark hadn’t collapsed on top of him.
“Oh, my,” Clark breathed.
Bruce laughed. “You make one helluva Master.”
“I had a good teacher.”
Bruce grinned as Clark nibbled his ear, then he lifted his head, sapphire-blue eyes concerned. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. I’m better than fine.” Bruce smiled and said gently, “I like the idea of surrendering myself…to you.”
“I understand.” Clark leaned down and kissed Bruce softly.
The kiss grew deep, Clark and Bruce moving against each other.
“Ooh, Master, you’re quite a kisser.”
“Thank you, my Prize. And now…”
Clark’s hand was fast as he picked up the fallen paddle and smacked Bruce’s thigh.
Before Bruce could protest, he was over Clark’s knee and arms manacled behind him, thrilling to the smack of the velvet-lined paddle on his buttocks. His back arched as he yelled, Clark crooning, “You’ve been a bad boy, Bruce. A very bad boy.”
As Bruce yelled again, he decided that he liked Free Your Slaves Day…very much!