#superbattrash

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.