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Title: Toy Box
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Bruce/Clark
Summary: This is straight up PWP. Insipired by this naughty post
Word Count: 960


Come to the Cave tonight. I have something for you.

 

-B.

 

That was the cryptic note Clark had found sitting on his desk when he’d come back from his lunch break. He felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine.

 

If Bruce had gone through the trouble to come all the way to Metropolis just to leave a note, the surprise had to be something pretty amazing. And Bruce’s ability to surprise him was definitely something he’d come to appreciate.

 

The day dragged on and Clark felt restless. Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore and he picked up the phone.

 

“Hi.”

 

“I take it you got my note.”

 

He could hear the smirk in Bruce’s voice.

 

“Yes, it was very thoughtful. A little cryptic, but thoughtful.”

 

“Cryptic, huh?”

 

“I was hoping maybe you could expand on it…”

 

Bruce gave a low laugh.

 

“Nice try, Clark. But you know that I’m a very secretive man. And apparently you’re a very impatient one. You better be careful, that might get you into trouble later.”

 

“Bruce-”

 

But he had already hung up.

 

Clark sighed. Great. Not only was he still in the dark about what Bruce had planned, but now he was even more curious and excited about it.

 

It was going to be a long day.

 

***

 

When Superman entered the Cave, Bruce was in full costume, sitting in the leather console chair. He was facing the rest of the Cave and not the computer, obviously waiting for Clark.

 

“Come here,” Bruce said in command voice.

 

So, Bruce wanted to take control tonight. Clark smiled to himself before walking over to his lover. He was more than willing to oblige.

 

As Clark got closer, he could see that Batman was holding something in his hand.

 

A leather paddle. One that had a strange, green iridescence to it.

 

“Bruce, is that-”

 

“Quiet. So impatient.”

 

Bruce made a gesture with the paddle, beckoning Clark forward.

 

“Pull your tights down.”

 

Clark hesitated for a moment.

 

“Now.”

 

God, that voice. Before he could really think about it, he had pulled the tights down around his knees. Bruce smiled darkly, letting his gaze linger on Clark’s hardening cock.

 

“Lay down, across my lap.”

 

This time, Clark didn’t hesitate.

 

“This is a very special instrument. One I made especially for you.”

 

The paddle felt cool as Bruce ran its surface across his backside. It didn’t make him feel ill like K usually did, just a little bit weak, relaxed. He stifled a chuckle. He couldn’t help thinking about how ridiculous he must look, spread across Bruce’s lap with his tights tugged down. Couldn’t help thinking about how much work Bruce must have put into creating the perfect synthesis, all for a sex toy.

 

Bruce’s hand stopped.

 

“What was that?”

 

“Um, nothing.”

 

“Really? Because it sounded an awful lot like a laugh.”

 

“No, I-”

 

“You what? You find this humorous? First you’re so impatient that you bother me at work. And now you disrespect me by laughing. I think it’s time I taught you a lesson.”

 

Clark opened his mouth to protest, but all that came out was a gasp as the paddle connected with his skin. Hard.

 

“Oh!”

 

“Not laughing now, are we?” Bruce said, every word punctuated by another hard smack. The sound of leather on skin echoed throughout the cave.

 

Clark cried out again as sweet, hot pain flooded through him. It seemed like every smack went straight to his cock which was now straining almost painfully against Bruce’s muscled thighs.

 

Bruce paused for a moment to rub the hot, reddened buttocks. Clark hissed in pleasure.

 

“So responsive,” Bruce murmured, “I knew you be like this. You’re not used to feeling anything like this, you can’t help it.”

 

Clark moaned. Bruce was right. Although Clark had experienced physical pain in his life, he’d avoided the minor aches and pains that came with being human. Feeling the hot sting of the paddle was an entirely new sensation. It was novel, exciting. Hot.

 

The paddle came down again, alternating between left and right cheeks. Then the pattern changed entirely and Clark squirmed and moaned, never knowing where and when Bruce would strike next. He could feel the outline of Bruce’s erection pressing up against him as the intensity increased.

 

“God, Clark, so beautiful, can’t wait any longer.”

 

Bruce quickly threw the paddle down and pulled Clark up. Wasting no time, Clark tore off his pants and boots while Bruce pulled his aching cock out of his tights. Finally, Clark straddled his lover and began grinding against him, giving them both the sweet friction they so desperately needed. They kissed frantically as Bruce grabbed the sore buttocks hard, pulling Clark closer.

 

Clark forced a hand between the two of them, squeezing their cocks together.

 

Bruce smacked Clark’s ass with one gauntleted hand and then it was over for both of them, exploding as the pleasure racked their bodies.

 

There was no sound except harsh breathing as they both came down.

 

Clark pulled Bruce’s cowl down and smoothed his sweaty hair.

 

“So,” Bruce said, “did you enjoy your surprise?” There was a mixture of satisfaction and mischief in his eyes.

 

Clark grinned. “Oh yes, very much. Thank you.”

 

He cupped Bruce’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply.

 

“I can’t believe you actually spanked me. No, I take it back. I can’t believe you actually made a kryptonite-leather synthesis paddle to spank me with.”

 

Bruce laughed and leaned over a bit to pick up the paddle.

 

“This old thing?” he said, running the paddle down Clark’s chest, “This was just the beginning.”

 

Clark shivered. He was looking forward to seeing what other toys and tricks Bruce had up his sleeve.

 

The man was full of surprises.

 

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