a little treat! i was trying to participate in bottom bruce october and day 24's prompts (arranged marriage au, chastity vow, tender sex, spoils of war) gave me brainrot.... but then Life Happened so all i ended up with was this bit of worldbuilding and then some misc. pwp stuff. not enough to put on ao3 sadly 😔
superbat 440 word snippet, rated M-ish, DKoS-style fake medieval fantasy AU but bruce and clark are unrelated
warnings: reference to averted, non-graphic noncon
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“Rao. Look at you.”
The words are soft, almost reverent, and a sheer wave of relief rolls through Bruce, knowing who it is. “I can’t do that with this thing on,” he says, before he can stop himself and act properly demure. There’s a pause of a second, and then the man snorts, with bemused delight. It’s Kal.
They’d met, a few times, when the kingdoms had come together for the Continental Games. It’s an unbelievable stroke of luck - or Fate’s kind intervention - that Kal, his betrothed, is the one to find him, blindfolded, naked, and trussed up after the shameful attack by the White Army.
Heavy footsteps approach. “I’m going to take this off.” Bruce appreciates the warning, doesn’t start when Kal’s warm, large hands tilt his head forward and undo the blindfold. Irritatingly, he looks as impeccable as always, handsome and unblemished as if he’d come straight from a portrait sitting. He smiles reassuringly at Bruce, and then sets to work on the bindings that hold him to the - there’s no other word for it - breeding bench.
“Kara-te’s finishing off the last of their forces,” he says, undoing the bonds at Bruce’s neck and chest. Bruce sits up, and Kal undoes his hands, then steps back. He knows Bruce would rather get the last of the bonds off himself.
Bruce grunts, working at the bonds that hold his torso and thighs down. Much as he hates admitting it, he might need Kal’s help with the spreader bar. Where…
“Do you - uh - here’s your cage,” Kal says.
The sight of Kal holding his chastity cage, not quite looking him in the eye, sends a bit of a shiver through Bruce. He’d imagined this scenario before, Kal holding it, but Kal’s wearing much less clothing in his imaginings.
“Thanks,” he says shortly, and fastens it on before his cock can rise too much. Just the idea of Kal’s having touched his cage, held it, sends a shiver through him. The Whites had known what a humiliation it would be for the Wayne prince to be ravaged before his wedding. They hadn’t counted on Kal’s… being Kal about it.
Kal’s watching him with - undisguised arousal. Bruce’s cock jerks a little against the cage, as it always does when he remembers that the little steel contraption would make no difference to Kal, if he wanted to take Bruce. If Bruce asked him to, if Bruce begged him to, he could kneel down before Bruce, and those gentle fingers could prize apart the metal as easily as plucking a rose.
The cage is getting steadily more uncomfortable. Bruce clears his throat. “Let’s go.”
🌻 (let’s pretend it didn’t take me embarrassingly long to find this emoji)
hahaha thank you!! <3
first thing that comes to mind is that covid is super annoying, don't catch it 😔 I feel lucky i got a milder case. I miss going outside and working out and cuddling my cats 🥺
