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Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (Project K Arc) (48/54)

Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (Project K Arc) (48/54)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Barbara, Brendan, Alfred, Dick
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, Challenge, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: Spanking
Spoilers: None
Summary: Bruce gives Clark a gift on Free Your Slaves Day! ;)
Date Of Completion (First Draft): February 24, 2010
Date Of Posting: June 9, 2011
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 941
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author's Note: Written for my 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.



Passions unleashed,
Love demanded,
The heart knows
What the body wants.


Rax Ordnell
Rigellian Poet
"Discipline"
2660 B.C.E.



XLVIII

GOLDEN GIFT


Clark was happy that he was feeling so good. These days seemed to be rarer.

He smiled at the happiness all around him as the pizza party continued. These were the times that would stay in his damaged memory. He was making new memories to replace the old ones that he had lost.

He could feel Bruce’s warmth next to him. How lucky was he to have been found by Bruce? To find love and a real family? Friends? So many slaves had literally nothing.

He would take what he had while he had it.

Bruce insisted on cleaning up, and Barbara and Brendan helped. After Barbara was picked up by her father and Brendan retired to his apartment over the garage, Alfred and Dick bid him goodnight. Bruce was already upstairs.

Clark took the stairs slowly. It had been a happy day. Free Your Slaves Day had been a stroke of genius. Maybe he would play a little role reversal for a time and then they would go to sleep early. Sleep was good.

He opened the door of the master bedroom and stopped in shock.

“B…Bruce?”

His lover was kneeling naked by the bed, thighs parted and wrists crossed behind his back, his head bowed. Moonlight glinted off the golden collar he wore.

“I am here to serve, Master.”

Clark closed the door and edged inside. “Bruce, you don’t have to do this.”

Bruce lifted his head. “Command me, Master.”

Clark blinked rapidly and swallowed. He put his fingers on Bruce’s chin.

“Love me.”

Bruce smiled. “With pleasure.”

The collar and manacles were gold, Clark touched by the gesture. He sighed softly as Bruce nuzzled his thighs, urging Clark to remove his pants. Clark did so happily, grasping as Bruce’s tongue touched his cock.

“Mmm, you taste good,” Bruce murmured.

Clark laughed as he combed his fingers through his lover’s glossy black hair. Bruce could never quite get the hang of keeping properly quiet unless spoken to.

“Show me how the taste enthralls you, my Prize.”

Bruce smiled against Clark’s thigh, then moved his head to get at Clarks engorged cock. He breathed deeply in the musky scent, tasting and touching and licking and loving, taking Clark into his mouth and giving him pleasure.

Clark’s body was afire, pleasure tingling along his nerves. He gazed down at Bruce’s head bobbing between his legs and his cock twitched, encased in Bruce’s warmth.

“That’s it, my beautiful slave. Bring me to the brink and beyond,” Clark purred.

Bruce was always talented when he set his mind to a task, and this was no exception. Clark felt himself drawn into Bruce’s lovely mouth, deep to his core, and he was losing himself in bliss as he closed his eyes, throwing his head back.

“Ooh, Bruce!”

“Mmm,” Bruce murmured, his own pleasure building until he orgasmed just before Clark fountained down his throat.

Clark collapsed back on the bed, Bruce resting his head against his thigh.

“Wow,” Clark said.

Bruce laughed, nuzzling his ‘Master’s warm skin.

“I hope you found my skills pleasing.”

“Oh, I think they’ll do.”

Bruce could not help himself and laughed, looking up at Clark’s sparkling blue eyes.

“Sorry, guess I’m not a very good slave.”

Clark smiled indulgently. “You’ll do.” He touched the collar. “Why this?”

“I wanted to know how it feels for you…at least a little.”

Emotion surged up within Clark. He gently kissed Bruce. “You’re really something, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told,” Bruce said smugly.

Clark grasped Bruce’s chin. “You’re a little too cheeky, my slave.”

“Should you punish me, Master?”

“Hmm, that sounds like a good suggestion.” A glint appeared in Clark’s eyes. “Up on all fours, slave.”

Excited, Bruce quickly obeyed, gasping as a paddle smacked him on the ass.

“M…Master?”

“You wanted punishment, and you’re getting it.”

Smack!

Bruce clutched the sheets, a tingle running along his nerves as Clark continued to apply the paddle. Bruce moaned as the paddling was relentless.

“M…Master…”

The paddling stopped and strong hands gripped his hips. Bruce gasped as Clark quickly prepared him, then eased in. Ultra-sensitive, he cried out, Clark squeezing his thigh.

“No making a scene.”

Bruce almost laughed but restrained himself. Clark gave him respect and he intended to do the same.

“Mmm, Master.”

“You like this.”

“Very much.”

Clark eased in and out, pleased at Bruce’s groans.

“You serve me well, my Prize.”

Bruce certainly hoped so. Pleasure rippled through him as Clark went slowly. He pushed back to impale himself further but Clark kept a firm grip on his hips.

My pace, my Prize.”

Bruce gritted his teeth in frustration. He wanted the pace to go faster, damnit, but it was Clark’s call. He would follow his lead. It was only fair.

He closed his eyes as Clark set up a rhythm that pleased him greatly. It felt so good! Yes, yes, yes!

Stars pinwheeled in front of his eyes as he came, shuddering as he felt every stroke, every thrust, every rub as Clark’s seed spilled inside him, hot and filling as Clark patted his ass.

“My beautiful Prize.”

Clark kissed the small of Bruce’s back before pulling out, taking a cloth and cleaning them up before curling up with his lover.

“Mmm, I like this day,” Bruce murmured.

“It’s supposed to be for me.”

Bruce laughed. “Sorry.”

Clark nuzzled his ear. “Don’t be. Freeing slaves will be good for slaveowners, too.”

“I hope so.”

“I know so.”

Clark kissed Bruce tenderly, both of them sighing happily.



Tags: 2010 dcu fic/art bondage challenge, alfred pennyworth, barbara gordon, brendan murphy, challenge, clark kent/bruce wayne, dick grayson, project k arc, rainbow's freedom, superman/batman
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