Fic: Master and Slave (8/13)
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starsandseaTitle: Master and Slave (8/13)
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Bruce/Kal, some Bruce/Lex
Word Count: 718
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts can be found here. Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bradygirl_12 for the handholding and arch_schatten for the betaing! :)
Bruce woke up to darkness and blinked. He was naked. The air smelt strange; musty, like he was underground. A small crack of light was coming in through a tiny hole, high above his head. Bruce moved hesitantly, and heard chains rattle. He moved his left hand to his right wrist, following the chain up. It went higher than he could reach, even when he stood. He was chained to the wall.
Bruce sighed, and sat back down, chains rattling again. He could see better now; his eyes had adjusted to the dark somewhat. He was staring at his right wrist. His master's slave manacles were gone. In their place were the ones attached to the chains. He squinted at them, looking for the symbols. His master's slave manacles had been adorned by suns and the symbol of his house. They should have been gold, Bruce realized abruptly, not the silver he had been wearing.
He looked closer at the manacles. He could just make out the insignia upon them now. He recognized it, he came aware with growing panic.
The insignia of Lex Luthor.
Just as he thought that, the door to what he was certain was his cell opened. Bruce screwed his eyes shut, the sudden bright light blinding him. He slowly eased them open, getting accustomed to the new light. Lex Luthor was standing there, smirking at him. Bruce glared. Luthor walked over to him and grabbed his chin. Bruce's glare intensified. So did Luthor's smirk.
"I've got you now, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. You see, our beloved Prince sold you to me. Said that you had outlived your usefulness, and had for some time. I organized for the 'kidnapping' because I didn't think you would... come... willingly with me. But now, you're mine, and I can do whatever I want to you."
His fingers tightened on Bruce's chin, enough to leave bruises now. Bruce spat in his face, and was punched hard for his trouble. He shook his head, tasting blood in his mouth.
Luthor's hand was in his hair, pulling his head back. "You're going to pay for that, whore."
Bruce was kissed brutally. Luthor's hand in his hair pulled harder, and he felt tears of pain stinging his eyes.
"Defy me and you will be punished severally. Pleasure me... and your rewards will be great."
"Go to hell." Bruce snarled.
"So be it." Luthor made a beckoning motion and moved away from him. One of his lackeys came forward. "He's all yours. But leave him... unspoiled."
The lackey grinned. Luthor left the room, the darkness once again invading. Bruce swallowed.
"Playtime," the lackey leered.
*****
Bruce opened his eyes hesitantly. It was utterly dark, save for the small beam of light. He was lying on the cold stone floor. He was alone, he realized after some moments. He sighed in relief and started to push himself up, off the floor, only to be overwhelmed by the waves of pain crashing over him. He sank back down, biting down on his bloodied lip to avoid crying out in agony.
He couldn't remember much - a small blessing - but he remembered the pain. He had been beaten, then used as a whore. He hadn't been raped, at least - Luthor wanted that for himself, he knew - but there were still many ways to use someone without raping them. Bruce closed his eyes again.
It was very dark. He had no idea how long he had been here, but the nearly desperate dryness in his mouth indicated that it had been some time. He curled in on himself, chains rattling, his ribs protesting at the movement. Bruised, at least. He wrapped his right hand about his left wrist, cursing the manacle. It felt broken. He squeezed his eyes closed even more.
His head ached. He remembered it being slammed against the wall behind him. Everything had become very fuzzy after that. The chains rattled softly again.
He remembered Luthor's words, that he had been sold. That... couldn't be right. His master wouldn't have sold him without telling him. Would he?
Bruce felt a tear escape an eye, swiftly joined by another. It was very dark.
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Bruce/Kal, some Bruce/Lex
Word Count: 718
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts can be found here. Many thanks to
bradygirl_12 for the handholding and arch_schatten for the betaing! :)Bruce woke up to darkness and blinked. He was naked. The air smelt strange; musty, like he was underground. A small crack of light was coming in through a tiny hole, high above his head. Bruce moved hesitantly, and heard chains rattle. He moved his left hand to his right wrist, following the chain up. It went higher than he could reach, even when he stood. He was chained to the wall.
Bruce sighed, and sat back down, chains rattling again. He could see better now; his eyes had adjusted to the dark somewhat. He was staring at his right wrist. His master's slave manacles were gone. In their place were the ones attached to the chains. He squinted at them, looking for the symbols. His master's slave manacles had been adorned by suns and the symbol of his house. They should have been gold, Bruce realized abruptly, not the silver he had been wearing.
He looked closer at the manacles. He could just make out the insignia upon them now. He recognized it, he came aware with growing panic.
The insignia of Lex Luthor.
Just as he thought that, the door to what he was certain was his cell opened. Bruce screwed his eyes shut, the sudden bright light blinding him. He slowly eased them open, getting accustomed to the new light. Lex Luthor was standing there, smirking at him. Bruce glared. Luthor walked over to him and grabbed his chin. Bruce's glare intensified. So did Luthor's smirk.
"I've got you now, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. You see, our beloved Prince sold you to me. Said that you had outlived your usefulness, and had for some time. I organized for the 'kidnapping' because I didn't think you would... come... willingly with me. But now, you're mine, and I can do whatever I want to you."
His fingers tightened on Bruce's chin, enough to leave bruises now. Bruce spat in his face, and was punched hard for his trouble. He shook his head, tasting blood in his mouth.
Luthor's hand was in his hair, pulling his head back. "You're going to pay for that, whore."
Bruce was kissed brutally. Luthor's hand in his hair pulled harder, and he felt tears of pain stinging his eyes.
"Defy me and you will be punished severally. Pleasure me... and your rewards will be great."
"Go to hell." Bruce snarled.
"So be it." Luthor made a beckoning motion and moved away from him. One of his lackeys came forward. "He's all yours. But leave him... unspoiled."
The lackey grinned. Luthor left the room, the darkness once again invading. Bruce swallowed.
"Playtime," the lackey leered.
*****
Bruce opened his eyes hesitantly. It was utterly dark, save for the small beam of light. He was lying on the cold stone floor. He was alone, he realized after some moments. He sighed in relief and started to push himself up, off the floor, only to be overwhelmed by the waves of pain crashing over him. He sank back down, biting down on his bloodied lip to avoid crying out in agony.
He couldn't remember much - a small blessing - but he remembered the pain. He had been beaten, then used as a whore. He hadn't been raped, at least - Luthor wanted that for himself, he knew - but there were still many ways to use someone without raping them. Bruce closed his eyes again.
It was very dark. He had no idea how long he had been here, but the nearly desperate dryness in his mouth indicated that it had been some time. He curled in on himself, chains rattling, his ribs protesting at the movement. Bruised, at least. He wrapped his right hand about his left wrist, cursing the manacle. It felt broken. He squeezed his eyes closed even more.
His head ached. He remembered it being slammed against the wall behind him. Everything had become very fuzzy after that. The chains rattled softly again.
He remembered Luthor's words, that he had been sold. That... couldn't be right. His master wouldn't have sold him without telling him. Would he?
Bruce felt a tear escape an eye, swiftly joined by another. It was very dark.
