Title: Twenty-six Hours
Author:  Cassandra
Rating: R
Pairing:  Clark/Lex
Disclaimer: Clark and Lex don't belong to me.  I'm just borrowing them.
Feedback address:  zinelady@hotmail.com
Note: Part of the Third Wave ClexFest at: http://www.kardasi.com/Lexclusive/ClexFest
Summary:  Slave Clark undergoes his twenty-six hours of 'Punishment'.  Continuation of "Cruel and Unusual Punishment" from Second Wave ClexFest
Challenge: 5000 pages in 10 days
Warnings: bondage, use of toys, nipple clamps, cock rings, teasing of multi-millionares and farmboys....  It might be easier to say what warnings there aren't. <G> No death, no bestiality, no incest and alas, no spankings.
Notes: Thanks to my Betas, alle and Janice.  And I love feedback, on list or off. <G>
Sorry, I didn't mention that I was doing the story at the beginning of the month, but I didn't want to disappoint anyone if I couldn't get it done this time.

Twenty-six Hours
By Cassandra

Wednesday afternoon

Clark was pouring milk into a glass when the phone rang.  Even though he thought it tasted better directly out of the glass jug, he was trying to make his mother happy.  Especially since his mother was baking in the kitchen at the time and he wanted to snitch some cookies.

"Oh, hello, Lex," Martha Kent said into the phone.  "Yes, he's here.  Just a second."

"I'll take it upstairs," Clark said, grabbing his glass and a handful of cookies that were cooling on the rack.

"Clark Jerome Kent!" his mom scolded, shaking her head.  "I'd say you'll ruin your supper, but I know better."

"Don't worry, Mom," Clark said, before clomping up the stairs.  "I always have room for more."

Clark put his glass of milk down on his dresser, and grabbed the receiver of the phone.  Putting it in the crook of his neck, he covered the mouthpiece with one hand and yelled downstairs, "I got it, Mom!"  He heard the 'click' as his mother replaced the downstairs' extension.

"Hi, Lex," he said, flopping down on his bed, cradling his cookies in one hand and grabbing his milk with the other.  "What's up?" he asked before taking a drink of the milk.

"What kind of trouble are you in now, Clark?" Clark could hear the amusement in Lex's voice.  "Your mom doesn't usually use your middle name unless she's displeased with you."

"I stole some cookies," Clark admitted.  "I couldn't help it.  They smelled so good."

"Having tasted your mother's baking, I understand your defense," Lex said laughing.  "I guess you can be let off with a warning."

"That's a relief.  I thought you were going to come over and take all my cookies away," Clark mumbled, his mouth full.  Grabbing his glass, he took a gulp of his milk to wash the cookies down.

"It's tempting, I know how good they taste," Lex said and then added.  "Didn't your mom ever tell you it wasn't polite to talk with your mouth full?"

"For a while, then she gave up," Clark said, laughing.  "If she insisted, then I would never have talked.  When I was little, I ate so much that it seemed like my mouth was never empty."

"No wonder your dad is a farmer," Lex said.  "He couldn't afford to feed you if he didn't grow the food himself."

"Ha, ha," Clark replied drolly.  "Actually, it's all my Mom's fault.  If she wasn't such a good cook, I wouldn't eat so much."

"And you wouldn't be a strapping six foot three inch boy," Lex said.  "They must grow them big where you come from."

"Four inches," Clark said.  "Six feet four inches.  I think I grew an inch since last summer.  Lex, what am I going to do if I don't stop growing?"

"Become a professional basketball player?" Lex joked.  "I could probably get you a try out."

"Seriously, maybe my people are giants or something," Clark said plaintively.  "I'm really going to stand out if I end up being seven feet tall."

"Unless you grow another foot or two, you'll be okay," Lex reassured him.  "Look at your dad.  He's the same height as you.  People will expect you to be tall, even if they know you're adopted."

"But..." Clark started but Lex cut him off.

"Don't worry about it, Clark," Lex ordered.  "What are you going to do about it anyway?  Put a rock on top of your head and hope it stops you from getting any taller?"

"Of course not," Clark said, shaking his head at Lex's teasing before realizing that Lex couldn't see it over the phone.

"The reason I called," Lex said, "was to see if you were free this weekend."

"Well, since the Farmer's Market closed last weekend, Mom and Dad are spending the weekend in Metropolis," Clark said.  "I have my regular chores plus Dad's.  If I get up my regular time, I should be done by eight.  Why?  Do you have something planned?"

"I have the weekend free," Lex said.  "Dad's off to Metropolis to see his doctor so the castle's going to be empty.  I've given Enrique the weekend off to visit family.  The cook is going to make some food and put it in the fridge for me to heat up later."

"Sounds quiet," Clark said.

"So I was wondering if you could come over and spend the night Saturday," Lex said.  "It would just be you and me."

"I don't think there should be a problem if I get all my work done," Clark said.  "I'll talk to Mom.  I think she'll be happy knowing that I won't be throwing any wild parties at the house while they're gone."

"I was thinking it was time for your punishment," Lex said quietly. 

At the word punishment, Clark got instantly hard.  He automatically looked around to make sure no one could see and then silently laughed at himself.  He was in his room alone.  Even though he trusted his mom not to listen in on his phone conversations, Clark used his X Ray vision to make sure.  His mom was still downstairs baking; the phone was still in its cradle on the counter in the kitchen.  Clark adjusted himself in his jeans.

"You do remember your punishment, don't you Clark?" Lex asked in a low voice that reminded Clark of honey pouring over hot bread.  "Twenty-six hours of being my slave, subject to my every whim?  Being kept on the edge until I decide that you've paid your penance?"

Clark swallowed and tried to clear his throat.  His mouth was so dry, he had to try twice before he could get the words out.

"Yeah, I remember," Clark said hoarsely.  "Are you sure this weekend is the right time?  I mean...."  He was interrupted by Lex's chuckle.  It had a decidedly evil tone to it.

"It's the perfect time, Clark," Lex said, his voice as smooth as silk.  "Your parents are gone, my father is gone.  You wouldn't be trying to get out of your discipline, now would you?"

"No," Clark said hastily.  "Of course not, Lex."

"Because if you really believe you don't deserve being punished, I won't do it," Lex said.  "I won't do anything without your consent."

"I want you to do it, Lex," Clark said with more conviction than he felt.  "I did lie to you.  I do deserve it, it's just that...."

"Now that the time has come, you're getting nervous?" Lex supplied.

"Yeah," Clark said, glad that Lex understood.

"That's understandable," Lex said evenly.  "You should be nervous.  You're going to be at my mercy for twenty-six hours.  You have no idea what I'll make you do for me.  You only have your trust in me that I wouldn't do anything to really hurt you."

For the first time, Clark realized what kind of evil genius Lex could be.  He knew exactly how to get the effect that he wanted.  It was a good thing that they were friends rather than enemies.

"Now you *are* making me nervous," Clark said with an uneasy laugh.  "I trust you Lex, you know that.  I wouldn't have told you my secret if I didn't."

"I know, Clark," Lex said. "So you'll see if you can stay here this weekend?  To 'watch movies'?"

"Let me talk to Mom," Clark agreed, "and I'll get back to you."

"Okay," Lex said.  "I'll talk to you later."

"Bye," Clark said, hanging up the phone.


Saturday morning

Using super-speed, Clark was done with the chores by seven-thirty.  Lex had come over the night before and gave Clark a bag, telling him that it was accoutrements of his slavery.  Clark had blushed when he looked inside.  The scrap of material that Lex had provided for Clark to wear was barely as big as one of Lana's bikini bottoms.  There was a butt plug, a bottle of clear lubricant and a cock ring as well as a tall slender box.  "Read the instructions," was Lex's comment.  "If you have any questions, call."

Clark read the instructions and followed them.  He cleansed himself and then took his time in the shower, making sure he was completely clean as per Lex's instructions.  After he dried off, he lubricated and inserted the butt plug.  It felt weird, the pressure against his prostate causing an erection.  He snapped on the cock ring, wincing as it tightly bound his cock and balls.  How was he going to fit all this into that skimpy thong?  He shrugged and stepped into the 'underwear'.  After a few moments of juggling, at which the butt plug was jostled, causing his cock to get even harder, Clark was finally able to cover his 'assets' with the meager material.  There was no way he was wearing jeans with this get up.  He got out a pair of sweat pants and a shirt and pulled them on.  He thought about going ahead and running over to Lex's, but the feel of the butt plug and the knowledge that Lex had 'ordered' him to call when he was ready caused him to pick up the phone and dial.

The phone was answered at the first ring.  Someone else was anxious.  Clark smiled.

"Hello," Lex said.

"Hey, Lex," Clark said huskily.  "It's me.  I'm ready."

"I'll be there in five minutes," Lex said and hung up. 

Four minutes and thirty seconds later, the Porsche's tires spun to a stop in the gravel in the Kent's driveway.  Clark came down the porch steps with care, carrying the bag.  Walking with a butt plug and an erection in took some getting use to.

Clark opened the door and threw the bag in the miniscule back seat before sitting himself gingerly in the front seat.

"Uncomfortable?" Lex asked, smiling at Clark.  Clark didn't trust that smile.

"A little," Clark admitted.

"Good," Lex's grin got even more shark-like.  "A person should be a little uncomfortable while they are undergoing punishment."

"Are you sure you don't just want to beat my butt and get it over with?" Clark asked.  "You could use a thick leather belt; it would have enough give not to break.  Then you wouldn't have to waste twenty-six hours with my punishment, we could just have fun."

"Oh, I'd don't consider it time wasted to give you what you deserve," Lex said, putting the car in gear.  "And *I* will be having fun.  I haven't been involved in the club scene for several years.  I'm sure I could work in a leather belt somewhere."

Clark thought about pouting, but Lex's attention was on the road.  In a way, Clark was looking forward to the punishment.  He would finally get to experience some of the more kinky ways of having sex and he couldn't ask for a better teacher.  But because it was Lex, he was a little scared.  Even though he trusted his lover not to really hurt him, Clark knew that Lex would take him to his limits and beyond.  Lex *never* did anything half way.

Clark shifted in his seat, the plug making it difficult to find a comfortable position.  Suddenly, twenty-six hours seemed like an eternity.  Lex must have sensed his unease for he put his right hand on Clark's thigh.

"Don't worry, Clark," Lex said.  "I'll take good care of you.  You'll get through this just fine."  Lex smiled at Clark and suddenly he was the same guy that he had always been.

Clark smiled back and tried to relax in the rich comfort of the upholstery.  The rest of the ride went quickly and they soon pulled in garage.  Usually, Lex left the parking of his cars to one of the staff, but Clark was guessing he gave them the weekend off as well.

Clark grabbed the bag and followed Lex into the castle.  The only employee he saw had been the guard at the gate.  They really would be alone in the castle.  No one would be there to overhear them.  No one would be there to hear him crying for mercy.  They went directly up the stairs into the master bedroom.  There was a welcoming fire in the fireplace and the bed was pulled back.  A big wooden box was sitting on the floor near the bed.

"First thing," Lex said, "is to get you properly dressed...or maybe I should say undressed.  I'm assuming you followed my instructions?"

Clark nodded, feeling himself blushing.

"Good," Lex said, toeing his shoes off and lying back on the bed.  "Undress.  Let me see my property for the next twenty-six hours."

Shyly, Clark pulled off the sweatshirt, toed off his own shoes and after hesitating only a moment, he pulled down the sweat pants to display his body covered only by the thong to the waiting man.

"Very nice," Lex said, approvingly.  "Turn around."

Clark turned around, feeling a little silly.  He felt like a prize steer at an auction.

"Bend over and spread your legs," Lex ordered.  "I want to see that hole of yours filled with my toy."

Clark turned quickly to look at Lex to see if he were serious.  There was no amusement on his face, just a serious look tinged with a tinge of lust.

"Go on, Clark," Lex said and Clark obeyed.  He bent over at the waist, putting his hands on his spread thighs for balance.  The position made him feel awkward and exposed.  He felt the string of the thong stretch against the wide, flat head of the plug, trying to push it further in.

"Very nice," Lex approved.  "Turn back around."

While Clark was thankfully straightening up and turning around, Lex was rummaging in the wooden box.  He straightened up holding two smaller boxes in his hands.

"It's time for the rest of your slavery accoutrements," Lex said with that same smile that made Clark shiver.  He opened one box and brought out several pieces of finely tooled leather and laid them on the bed.  The second box gave up a handful of shiny gold.  Lex laid it on the bed, separating each piece.  There were small clamps and different sized gold balls and several lengths of gold chain.

"I had them made especially for you, Clark," Lex said, picking up the longest piece of leather.  Holding each end, he stepped up to Clark and placed the collar around his neck and fastened it in the back.  "This is your collar, a sign of my ownership for the next twenty-six hours.

Clark swallowed, trying to get used to the feel of the leather around his neck.  It wasn't too snug, but he felt it bob up and down when he swallowed.  He wondered how Lex knew the right size.  Had his lover measured him while he had been asleep?

The other smaller pieces of leather were wrapped around his wrists and ankles.  They each had metal rings attached.  Clark was guessing they were for some type of bondage. 

"These bonds are of course, only symbolic," Lex said. "Since you are so strong, these wouldn't truly hold you if you wanted to be free.  I thought about lacing them with the meteor rock so that you could truly experience the sensation of being bound, but I wouldn't do that to you without your permission.  I know how weak and sick they make you.  This isn't about making you feel bad."

The thought of meteor rock made Clark cringe.  He hated the way they made him feel, totally helpless, unable to do anything.

Clark nodded mutely.  Lex picked up one of the pieces of gold jewelry and held it out.

"This is a nipple clamp," Lex said, stepping forward again and taking Clark's right nipple between his fingers, rolling it firmly.  When it was contracted to a hard nub, Lex applied the clamp, its fine teeth compressing the flesh together.  It wasn't exactly painful, but very sensitive.  Lex repeated the action with Clark's other nipple, adjusting it until he was satisfied.  Then he went back to the bed and retrieved two gold balls.  Bringing them back, he hooked a ball onto each of the clamps, the weight pulling the clamps down and doubling the sensation.  Clark gasped as Lex flicked first one and then the second ball, making them swinging to and fro.

Clark looked down at the swinging balls and then up at Lex.  He suddenly realized that he hadn't said a word since he had arrived at the castle.  For some reason, it didn't seem right to talk, like if he said anything it would ruin what Lex was trying to do.

Lex looked him up and down and nodded.

"Let's get that thong off you," he said and pulled the scrap of material over Clark's cock and down his legs.  Clark breathed a sigh of relief as his erection bobbed free.  He stepped out of the thong, now completely naked except for the collar, cock ring and the nipple rings.  Clark noticed that the leather of the cock ring matched the leather of the cuffs and collar.

Lex picked up another pair of gold clamps from the bed and came toward Clark.  Where else was he going to put those? Clark wondered.

Lex cocked his head like he was thinking and then reached out and grasped Clark's cock gently.  Pulling the foreskin away from the head of Clark's cock, Lex applied the gold clamps to first one side and then the other.

"Oww!" Clark said.  That did hurt!  Clark was surprised at the feeling, but the sting went away quickly.

Lex picked up the larger gold balls and hooked them on the clamps on Clark's foreskin.  The weight pulled down Clark's penis a bit, but it stayed hard.

Lex grabbed a length of the gold chain and hooked one end on the left nipple clamp and the other end on the right.  The chain hung down slightly in the middle.  Grabbing the remaining length of chain, Lex connected it to the middle of the first chain and then ran it down the middle of Clark's body to the penile clamps.  He ran the chain through one hoop on the right clamp over to the left and then back up to the nipple chain and connected it to first end.  There wasn't much give to the long chain.  Every time his cock bobbed, he felt the nipple chain pull down.

"There," Lex said approvingly while Clark was trying to get used to the sensations at both his nipples and cock. 

"It feels weird," Clark said.  "Every time I move, it pulls."

"That's the idea," Lex nodded.  "You look perfect."

"Now what?" Clark said.  "You said that I would pamper you and fulfill your every whim.  What can I do for you?"

Lex seemed to consider for a moment.

"Well," Lex said.  "I haven't had breakfast yet.  You could fix me something to eat."

"Like this?" Clark said, mortified.  "What if someone sees me?"

"No one is here, Clark," Lex said.  "I've sent all the house staff away.  The man at the gate knows not to let anyone in.  I think you're pretty safe.  I like my eggs scrambled."

Clark nodded.

"I'll be right back."  He thought about super speeding to the kitchen, but didn't want to chance the clamps pulling off.  He tried to move carefully, but between the clamps and the butt plug, he felt like he was walking like a little old man.  He shook his head.  He'd cooperate with Lex over this because he deserved the punishment, but once the twenty-six hours were over...all gloves were off!

He looked inside the gleaming steel refrigerator and found the eggs.  He wasn't sure if he would be allowed to eat as well but he went ahead and took out extra just in case.  Surely, Lex wasn't planning on starving him.  He toasted some bread, got out the jelly and fried some bacon.  Draining off most of the grease, he broke the eggs into a bowl, added some salt and pepper and stirred them with a fork.  His mom had taught him how to scramble eggs years before so it wasn't too difficult to finish up.  He found the plates and put all the eggs and bacon on one plate and buttered toast on a separate plate.  Using his X Ray vision he found a tray to put both plates on.  Realizing that he forgot the juice, he looked in the refrigerator and found a jug of orange juice.  Grabbing a large glass from the cabinet, he filled it and put it on the tray with the plates.  Silverware and a couple napkins finished his preparations.

As he was carrying the tray through the hallway to the stairs, he saw a vase of fresh roses sitting on a table.  He snatched one, made sure it didn't have any thorns left and laid it on the tray.  It wouldn't hurt to show a little initiative...he hoped.

Lex was sitting up in his bed, naked when Clark returned.  He put the tray over Lex's lap as directed and sat next to him on the bed.

"This looks very good," Lex said.  He picked up the rose, smelled it and laid it aside.  "Feed me."

Clark took the fork and stabbed some eggs.  He fed Lex bite-by-bite, pausing occasionally to give him pieces of the toast slathered with jelly.  A piece of the jellied toast accidentally fell on Lex's bare chest, falling down to his abdomen smearing a path of jelly.

"How clumsy of you," Lex scolded.  "Clean me."  When Clark reached for a napkin, Lex shook his head.  "With your tongue."

Clark swallowed and bent over to lick his master's chest.  The position pulled at the chains adorning both his nipples and cock.  He moaned as the sensations intensified as he moved down to Lex's abdomen, licking up every trace of the sticky jelly.

"I want some juice," Lex said.

Clark picked up the glass and brought it to Lex's lips.

"No," Lex said, shaking his head.  "Take some in your mouth and then give it to me."

Clark closed his eyes at the eroticism of the thought of sharing the juice in that way.  Shakily he took a sip and brought his mouth against Lex's, lips pursed to allow the slow, tangy trickle.  He repeated his actions twice more until Lex indicated that he had had enough.  Addicted to the taste of Lex's mouth, Clark wanted to keep on kissing him, but Lex was ready for something else.  Clark was getting an idea of what the day was going to be like: Lex teasing him with glimpses of ecstasy, but never quite letting Clark get there.

"Are you hungry?" Lex asked, looking at the leftover food.

"I could eat," Clark said.

"If I allow you," Lex corrected firmly.

"If it pleases you," Clark replied, getting into the spirit of the situation.  If he couldn't avoid it, he might as well cooperate.

Lex took a bite of the bacon in his teeth and leaned forward to give it to Clark.  Clark chewed it well, swallowing before Lex fed him some eggs with his fork.  The rest of the food and juice were shared between them.

"Well, now that my appetite for food is satisfied," Lex said. "I think it's time for you to satisfy my other appetite."

"What is your wish, Master?" Clark said with a smile.

Lex smiled back, pleased.

"Make me come," he ordered.  "But only use your mouth.  No hands."

Clark smiled wider.  This he could do.  He took the tray and placed it on one of the dressers.  He climbed up between Lex's spread legs.  Looking down at the alabaster skin, he imagined Lex's body as his feast.  Starting at the top, he worshipped every part of his lover's body, stopping to give each erogenous zone extra attention.  He was stopped a couple of times when Lex caught him using his hands.  The second time Lex stopped him he reached across Clark to the nightstand, opening a drawer and withdrawing a short length of chain.

"Turn around," Lex ordered.  "And put your wrists behind your back."  As Clark turned around and he felt Lex fasten the wrist cuffs together.  Clark knew that he could easily get free by breaking the chains, but the feeling of being bound like that was heady.  He was at Lex's command.  It was incredibly erotic.

"Now, get back to what you were doing," Lex commanded.  "Before I have to punish you more severely."

It was difficult for Clark to maintain his balance, leaning over Lex's body with his hands behind his back.  With his hands pulled behind him, there was even more pull on the gold chains connecting his nipples and cock. He went diligently back to work, using his mouth to please his lover.  By the time he reached Lex's cock, it was stiff and weeping a pearl of clear fluid.   Lex's hands released their fisted grip on the sheets and came up to grab Clark's head to guide him. He took the head of Lex's cock in his mouth and sucked briefly and then licked up and down the shaft.  He decided that two could play the teasing game and proceeded to lick and suck just to the point where Lex was getting into it and then backing off.  After the third time he did this, he was rewarded by the stinging pull of Lex's tightened grip on his hair.  Lex thrust up completely into Clark's mouth, almost making him gag.

"Suck me, Clark!" Lex ordered.  "Stop fooling around!" 

Clark obeyed and sucked.  Lex was getting close, thrusting in and out of his mouth.  Deciding to try something he hadn't done before, Clark relaxed his throat.  After a reflexive gag, he was able to relax enough to allow Lex to deep throat him.  He felt the cock go in deeper than it had ever gone before.  He swallowed and Lex yelled out something indistinguishable as the hands in his hair gripped even tighter and Lex thrust in deeply and froze.  Clark could feel the spurts of semen flood his throat and he swallowed automatically, causing Lex to moan deeply.  The grip on his hair lightened and Lex slowly pulled out of Clark's throat.  Clark swallowed a few times to make sure everything was working properly.

"Are you okay, Clark?" Lex asked, his hands lightly stroking Clark's hair, smoothing it down where his grip had mussed it.

"I'm fine," Clark said, appreciating Lex's departure from character to check on him.  "Did I do it right?" he added a bit cockily.

"Well," Lex drawled, "Your technique was excellent, but you will be punished for the teasing."

"Punished?" Clark asked.  "I'm already being punished.  What more can you do?"

At the sly look on Lex's face, he knew he shouldn't have challenged Lex like that.  He was sure there wasn't an end to what that devious mind could think up. 

"You'll see," Lex said with a wicked smile.  "For now, I would like you to run me a hot bath.  Use the lavender oil; make it 110 degrees.  Despite your tongue bath, I'm feeling a bit sticky.  And I think I'd like a massage.  Then after a brief nap, we'll talk about punishment."

Clark's cock got even harder, which he had thought was not possible

"Let me know when the bath is ready," Lex said leaning back and closing his eyes.

Clark looked at his lover with amazed eyes before getting up and padding into the master bath.

The sunken tub was huge, with jets all around.  He closed the drain and turned the water dial to 110 degrees.  Water came pouring out, filling the tub rapidly.  Looking over the various bottles available, Clark found the bath oil and poured a capful in.  Immediately, he was surrounded by lavender scented steam.  He put his hand in the water; it was hot, but not scalding.  As soon as the water covered the jets by a few inches, he turned it off and turned on the jets and the heater to keep the water at the same temperature.

Clark went back into the other room to get Lex.  As he suspected his lover was sleeping.  He went over and roused Lex with a kiss.  Lex opened his eyes and looked at Clark so close to him.  He opened his mouth for another kiss and Clark gave it to him willingly, hoping the remaining hours went quickly.  He really wanted to come soon.  There was no way of telling the time.  He had left his watch at home and Lex had removed all the clocks in his room.  Clark was guessing that not knowing how long he had left in his 'punishment' was part of the punishment.

"Your bath is ready," Clark said when Lex released him.

"Good," Lex said, getting out of the bed with a long satisfying stretch.  "Come and wash my back."

Lex lead the way into the bath, stepping easily into the warm water and sitting down in the large tub, relaxing against the far wall.  Clark hesitated, not sure how he was supposed to reach Lex's back from the side of the tub.

"Well," Lex said, not bothering to open his eyes.  "Get in.  You can't wash my back from there."

Clark looked down at his decorated body.  The water wouldn't hurt the gold jewelry, but the leather would shrink when it dried.   And the cock ring was snug to begin with.

"I'm waiting," Lex said, sounding eerily similar to his father.  Clark shuddered, but stepped into the tub and sat down next to Lex.

Clark had been in hot tubs before and had enjoyed the feel of millions of bubbles erupting against his skin, but he had never had those same bubbles teasing gold chains attached to his nipples and cock.

Lex handed him a bath sponge and a bottle of bath gel and Clark lovingly cleaned every part of his master.

"Clean yourself," Lex ordered after Clark had finished.  Clark shrugged.  He had taken a very through shower a few hours ago, but if Lex wanted him to bath again, he would obey.

"Dry yourself and then get me a towel," Lex commanded.

Clark was a little disappointed.  He had been hoping that Lex would want to play around in the bath.  Clark wondered if he could give Lex a blowjob under water.  He had been practicing holding his breath and could do ten minutes easily.  Maybe next time.  He got out of the tub and dried off quickly.  Taking one of the fluffy towels from the heated towel rack, he held it out for Lex.

Lex stood up and stepped out onto the bath mat holding his arms out at his side.  Clark took the hint and dried his lover carefully.  Walking naked into the next room, Lex grabbed two bottles of water out of the mini refrigerator.  He handed one to Clark with an order to drink and opened the other one, taking a long draught himself.  Lex sat the blue bottle on a side table and walked over to a massage table to lie down on his stomach.

"The oil is in the warmer.  Don't be surprised if I fall asleep on the table.  Just wake me in about an hour."  Lex closed his eyes.

Clark drank down the water quickly and then picked up the bottle of oil from the warmer.  It felt almost hot against his cool palm.  Putting it down, he rubbed his hands together quickly, the friction warming them.  He picked up the bottle again.  It felt slightly cool to his touch.  Yes, that was better.  The purpose of a massage was to relax the recipient, not to make them tense up from the cold.

He opened the bottle and dribbled a little over Lex's back.  Other than a slight jump when the first drop of oil hit his back, Lex didn't react.  Clark added his hands, massaging lightly over the broad expanse of Lex's back.

"You can put a little more muscle into it, Clark," Lex said, his eyes still closed.  "You're not going to hurt me."

Clark shook his head.  Lex didn't know how easy it would be to hurt him.  Clark wrestled with his strength every day.  Some things came naturally to him, but others didn't.  Clark rubbed a little more firmly, eliciting a groan of delight from Lex.

"Yes, like that," Lex moaned and relaxed further into the padded table.  Clark worked all the muscles of the back before moving out to the arms and down the round firm buttocks to his legs.  He left the neck and back of Lex's head for last.  He loved rubbing the naked skin of Lex's head.  The feel was so erotic to Clark, as though he was touching something that Lex didn't allow just anyone to touch.  By the time Clark finished, Lex was asleep.

Lex hadn't given him any orders what to do while he was sleeping, so Clark just knelt on the floor next to the massage table and watched Lex.  It was one of his favorite pastimes.  Since Clark didn't seem to need a full night's sleep, he loved to sneak over to the castle and just watch Lex sleep.  Lex seemed so young and carefree when he was sleeping, no worries about his company or his father.  No worry that he would be attacked by the mutant of the week.

While he was waiting for Lex to wake up, Clark tried to guess what kind of 'punishment' Lex would administer for the teasing.  Lex had mentioned incorporating a leather belt into his discipline.  Clark could imagine lying naked over Lex's lap, his hard cock trapped between those strong thighs as Lex laid down the leather on his defenseless buttocks.  Well, being almost invulnerable, they weren't exactly defenseless, but Clark could still dream.  Not that Clark had a thing for pain.  He didn't like it when his powers had been switched with Eric and he had felt real pain for the first time when he cracked his ribs.  He didn't like that at all.  And the pain caused by the meteor rock was completely different.

Maybe it wasn't the pain that turned him on; maybe it was the being defenseless over Lex's lap.  Clark tried changing his position, but the butt plug made itself known when he tried to sit down on his heels.  He knelt back up.  Maybe Lex would use the leather cuffs to restrain Clark so that he couldn't move.  Maybe Lex would hang him on a cross in a twisted parody of the first time Lex had saved Clark.  Maybe he would use a blindfold so Clark couldn't tell what Lex was going to do to him.

His erection, which had subsided a bit while Clark was massaging Lex, came back full force.  He really wanted to come, the need was getting almost painful, but knew that Lex would know if he did and be disappointed in him.  He could stand almost any punishment to keep from letting Lex down.

Clark wasn't sure if an hour was up, but was about to wake Lex when the older man opened his eyes.  Clark could tell the exact moment when Lex realized where he was and what he had been doing.  He got up off the table and stretched, looking at Clark kneeling on the floor.

"You've been a good boy while I've been sleeping?" Lex asked.

"Yes, sir," Clark said.

"Good," Lex patted his head like an owner would pat a dog.  "Almost makes me decide to show you mercy...but I really should be consistent.  I said you would be punished once I woke up.  I had been thinking about binding you and using that leather belt, but since you've been such a good boy, I don't think I'll use physical punishment.  Anyway, they always say that the punishment should fit the crime."

Now he was in for it.  Why did he ever think it was a good idea to tease Lex?  He tried to use his most pleading expression on his face, but Lex merely smiled and patted his head again.

"Now, I want you to continue to kneel right there," Lex said.  "You will not move.  You will not touch me.  You will not speak.  Do you understand?"

Clark nodded and lifted up his hands in hopes that Lex would tie him down.

"No, I won't bind you or gag you," Lex said.  "You will need to use some of that control of yours.  Remember, no touching, no talking."

Clark nodded and Lex took a half step back.  He was still within touching distance, but only if Clark reached out.  Clark was expecting Lex to touch him.  He was still hard from his fantasies; it wouldn't take much to make that arousal even more acute.  But Lex didn't touch him.  No, what Lex did was even more evil, more wicked.  Lex began to touch himself.  First his nipples, pinching them until they stood out in two little nubs.  One hand continued to pinch them as the other traveled down to his cock, stroking it lazily, bringing it to its full arousal.

"Just think, Clark," Lex said as he continued to masturbate.  "If you had been a good boy before, you could be doing this to me.  You could be tasting me." Lex brought a drop of pre-come up to his mouth and licked it away.  "But no, you had to tease me."  Lex shook his head in mock sorrow.  "So I have to take my own pleasure."

Clark wanted to cry out in denial.  He wanted to reach out and touch Lex, but he couldn't.  He had to kneel there and watch Lex please himself and it was torture.  He could almost taste Lex.  He could almost feel the satin covered steel of Lex's cock.  He wanted it so badly.

Lex's movements were quicker now.  Short jerks interspaced with squeezes of his balls.  Obscenities coming out of Lex's mouth as he pleased himself; grunts and moans.  Clark wanted to answer him, wanted to take Lex in his arms and make him come, but he couldn't.  It was his punishment.  He closed his eyes, the sight too much for him.

"Watch me, Clark!" Lex grunted.  Clark immediately opened his eyes and looked at Lex.  "Look into my eyes."

Lex's eyes were almost dilated black with passion.

"That's right, look at me," Lex said, his pace on his cock even faster and harder.  "Watch me as I come."

Clark watched as Lex came, the semen splattering against Clark's chest and neck, covering the gold chains connected to his nipples.  It did not come anywhere near his mouth where Clark could taste it.  Even in coming, Lex still punished him.  Clark wanted to cry.  He couldn't stand it.  He didn't know how many hours were left in his punishment, but he knew he couldn't stand it.

Lex must have seen something in his eyes for he knelt down in front of Clark and hugged him, seeming unconcerned with the semen-covered chains between their chests.

"It's okay, Clark," Lex said as Clark burst into tears in his arms.  Lex held and comforted him as the storm of sobbing overtook Clark.  He couldn't ever remember crying this much.

"I'm sorry," Clark sobbed against Lex's shoulder.  "I'm sorry.  Please, no more.  I'm sorry I teased you.  And I won't lie to you anymore, I promise."

"I know, Clark," Lex said, rubbing Clark's back.  "I know you won't. Your punishment is over."

"Over?" Clark hiccupped as he tried to stifle the last of his sobs.  "But it hasn't been twenty-six hours."

"No, it hasn't" Lex continued to pet Clark.  "But a good master knows when the penance has been paid.  Any more than that is just cruelty.  Sometimes that takes twenty-six hours, sometimes twenty-six minutes.  Your punishment is over."

Clark couldn't believe his ears.  He was glad he didn't have to suffer anymore, but Lex hadn't even fucked him yet. 

"But..." Clark said.

"Don't you want it to be over?" Lex said, looking down at Clark.

Clark nodded his head quickly and then added, "But you haven't fucked me yet or tied me up or used your leather belt...."

Lex laughed.

"Well, you haven't," Clark pouted.  He hadn't liked the deprivation part of the punishment, but he had been looking forward to the fucking...and the thought of being ass up over Lex's lap while he spanked Clark was still turned him on.

"Okay," Lex agreed as he helped Clark to his feet.  "But you're going to have to give me some recovery time.  Why don't we get cleaned up, then get something else to eat and then I'll see about tying you up, beating your butt and fucking you into next week?"

"Great!" Clark grinned at Lex.  "Race you to the shower.  Last one in has to wash the dishes." He ran off leaving a speechless Lex.

"Hey, no fair!" Lex called as he chased after his lover.  "Wait 'til I get my hands on your ass.  You won't sit down for a week!"

The End