Pairings/Characters: Clark/Bruce, Diana (Mention of Steve/Diana)
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, D/s, PWP
Challenge Category: Section A (Playful)
Warnings: BDSM, Bondage, D/s
Summary: Bruce borrows Diana’s Golden Lasso for a little fun with Clark.
Date Of Completion: October 27, 2010
Date Of Posting: December 18, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 698
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for my LJ Fourth Anniversary Fic Request Meme for imagined_away. Pairing: Clark/Bruce. Prompt: Any Bruce/Clark (especially with a D/s element and Bruce as the Dom) that you write is always loved! :)
Also written for my 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
Bruce allowed the golden strands to slide through his fingers, the glitter mesmerizing. He smiled as he remembered when he had received it from Diana…
“Thank you for lending it to me, Diana.”
“You are most welcome, my friend. It will do the job you wish.”
Bruce caressed the golden strands of the magical Lasso. “I can see using this for Clark’s power, but you use it on Steve, not the other way around.”
Diana looked at him with amusement. “My friend, Steve holds a power over me that is not of the physical sort.” She smiled with serene pleasure.
Bruce looked down at the stretched-out figure in the massive bed. A god was tied spread-eagled to it. He smiled as he finished winding the strands around his sub’s right ankle.
Bruce crossed his arms in satisfaction. Bats could always tie the best knots.
He stood by the side of the bed, tracing a finger down a bare chest and stomach. Blue eyes opened to stare at him.
“Oh, my sweet slave, you look delicious.” He ran his finger up to his slave’s right nipple, tweaking it carefully. A moan was his reward. He did the same with the left nipple.
Bruce felt his groin tingle as he let his hand roam over perfection, the finely-sculpted body writhing and twisting under his expert touch.
Smiling wickedly, he stripped off his black turtleneck jersey, his hands unbuckling his brass-buckled belt, pulling his jeans down. Black briefs showed his excitement.
“You can’t escape.”
Clark licked his lips. “Who says I want to?”
A jolt went trough Bruce. He carefully peeled down his briefs, revealing his burgeoning cock. Clark’s eyes avidly followed his Master’s every movement.
Bruce climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Clark’s spread legs. He began nipping at perfect skin, nibbling on the collarbone and down to a stiff nipple, his lips causing the golden body beneath him to writhe as Clark groaned.
Bruce teased the other nipple, Clark nearly bucking off the bed. “Please…” he groaned.
“Please what?” Bruce whispered into his slave’s ear.
Smiling, Bruce rubbed his cock over Clark’s lips, Clark opening his mouth to eagerly take it in, sucking and tasting.
Bruce groaned as he thrust his head back, keeping a bruising grip on Clark’s shoulders. He could feel himself rapidly approaching climax as warm wetness surrounded his cock. His body shuddered as his seed spilled down Clark’s throat.
“Mmm, that was…amazing,” Bruce purred, pulling out of Clark’s mouth. He shivered as Clark licked his lips.
Bruce smirked as he felt his lover’s cock poke his thigh. He immediately began stroking it, the warm, hard flesh exciting him. He rubbed his thumb along the rigid column, Clark straining against his bonds, but of course he couldn’t break the magical Golden Lasso.
Bruce’s fingers knew the places that drove Clark crazy, and he touched and kneaded each one, his sub writhing in pure pleasure.
Bruce leaned down and took Clark in his mouth, Clark bucking uncontrollably. He cried out as he spurted into Bruce’s mouth, going limp as his Dom sucked him dry, curling up over Clark’s chest.
“Mmm, you taste good,” purred the billionaire, kissing Clark’s skin.
“I can say the same.”
Bruce’s blue eyes sparkled as he stroked Clark’s chest.
And some time later, when Bruce kissed Clark’s inner thighs, pushing his legs back and nudging his cock against his opening, he thought, All this power writhing beneath me. Mmm, the best kind of aphrodisiac.
He slid home, Clark’s groan adding to his pleasure. Clark’s muscles stood out as he strained against his glittering golden bonds, arching up as his neck was exposed.
What I wouldn’t give to be a vampire.
Bruce knew himself. The idea of dominating the world’s most powerful man was heady, indeed. As he rammed home, he drank his fill of that aphrodisiac and made a mental note to ask Diana if he could keep the Lasso another night.