Binding Forces Part 4
Title: Binding Forces Chapter 4/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Grouping: (H/W this chapter) House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Summary: House finds out Wilson is more interesting than he thought.
Warnings: Bondage, BDSM elements, disscussion of kinks (please read the warning under the cut before reading the fic.)
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Further Warnings: Just like last chapter, please read clear through the warning before the fic, okay? There is a disscussion with Chase in this part about past experiences and preferences on kinks. At least one kink is going to bother someone and at least one of the things Chase mentions/says will upset someone. Ignoring stated limits and/or emitional distress in a sub is very wrong. One of Chase's prior doms is talked about having scared Chase in such a way. Kinks disscussed and/or mentioned in passing: bondage, gags, blindfolds, use of toys, knife play, blood play, breath play, spanking, and fisting. Rememeber that you can email me to ask questions before you read should you feel the need. :D
(Part 3)
*****
House watched from the couch as Wilson let Chase into the apartment. They exchanged greetings and Wilson took Chase’s jacket while the younger man retained his bag. Chase moved a little further in before stopping and sticking his hands in his pockets.
"Come sit."
Chase nodded and sat on the other end of the couch from House. Wilson headed into the kitchen.
"You want anything to drink, Chase?"
"Whatever you have is fine."
House waited until Wilson had given the younger man a cola before gesturing with his hand. "Movie."
Chase dug into the bag beside the couch. "I brought The Last Boy Scout. There’s a lot of language in it."
"Nah, that’s fine." House took the movie and looked it over. "What do you want for dinner? We usually get pizza or Chinese."
"I don’t care."
House threw the movie onto the coffee table. "Really, or you don’t want to upset us?"
Chase blew a breath out through his nose. "I don’t care. If you get pizza I don’t like onions. If you get Chinese I’d like crab rangoon, fried dumplings too, if they have them."
House nodded. "Better." House looked at Wilson who had settled in the armchair. "You care which?"
Wilson shook his head. "No. We had pizza last night though."
"Okay, Chinese it is. Go order. I need to talk to Chase."
"Sure." Wilson got up and took House’s empty beer with him on his way into the kitchen.
House turned so he rested in the corner of the couch, which gave him a better view of Chase. "You done being scared?"
"Probably. Knowing what you want makes it easier."
House smiled. "Good. Just answer my questions and this will go faster, okay?"
Chase nodded. "Okay."
"How much experience have you had with domination?"
"As a sub? A lot."
"Trained to be submissive only during the scene or all the time?"
Chase rubbed his palms across his thighs. "Only one wanted it all the time."
House narrowed his eyes. "Something went wrong?"
Chase took a deep breath. "I was left restrained and alone for a long time." Chase shuddered.
"They left the room, or just quit touching you?"
"Left the room, it was a closet. Dark and closed in. I couldn’t catch my breath once I heard the door lock." Chase took a couple of deep breaths through his nose. "They weren’t supposed to put me in anything small like that."
"How restrained were you?"
"Arms and legs were immobile. I was gagged, my ears stuffed. They’d pulled the blindfold just before they closed the door." Chase wrapped his arms around his torso.
"I don’t do things like a lot of people." House motioned Chase closer. "Come here."
Chase reluctantly moved to the middle of the couch. House held out his hand until Chase unwrapped one arm enough to sit his hand in House’s.
"Good, Robert."
"Robbie. I don’t want to hear Robert."
"Okay. I’ll call you Robbie." House played his fingertip across Chase’s upturned palm. "Domination - abuse - like what you describe shouldn’t happen. I don’t want you just to do things to you." House rubbed a tiny circle in Chase’s palm. "Why did you come tonight?"
Chase stared at his hand in House’s. "I wanted to."
House kept his expression calm. "Really? I told you to come."
Chase’s fingers twitched. "I know, but I wouldn’t have even discussed anything with you if it was too much."
House let his finger rub a bigger circle of skin. "You changed some behaviors, but you haven’t let it stop you, then?"
Chase nodded. "Some things bother me, but I can handle them."
Stubborn. He was scared in my office and calm except for body language here. Not good. I suppose I’ll have to let him run with it for now. House played his fingernail along the edge of Chase's thumb. "Not broken, just cracked."
Chase huffed. "It happened. I can’t change that. I’m not destroyed by it. I just can’t trust as fast." Chase flexed his hand capturing House’s fingers for a moment before relaxing again. "I go along with you at work because I trust your judgment. Trust like that and trusting you to control me isn’t that different."
"You want to see if you can."
"That’s not all of it, but yes, that’s part of why I came."
House nodded. "Okay. Ready to go on?"
Chase nodded. "Ask whatever you want."
House rubbed his fingers across Chase’s palm. "When you submit how have you been taught to kneel?"
Chase pulled away from House. "It’s easier to show you."
House nodded and pushed on the coffee table with his good foot. Chase pushed on the other end until it was out of the way. Chase stood and then gracefully fell to his knees. He settled quickly on his haunches and placed his hands together behind his back, his head down, neck visible where his hair fell to either side, and his back straight.
House reached out and pushed on Chase’s head. "Head up."
Chase brought his head up and looked at House.
"I want to see your eyes."
Chase nodded and relaxed a little more.
"How far to you disappear into your head during a scene?" House patted the couch cushion beside him. "Sit back down."
Chase glanced at the floor before climbing back up onto the couch. "Before my limits were broken I went very far. Now I can’t get very relaxed. I’ve only tried it a couple of times since then."
House nodded. "Uh huh. You have kinks you like besides the bondage?"
Chase blinked. "Some."
House pointed at the cords and ropes on the coffee table. "Sort through those and put any you don’t like the feel of in a separate pile while you tell me what else you like."
Chase slipped to sit on the floor by the coffee table and started sorting. "Pain is okay if it doesn’t overwhelm everything else. Sensation play is fun. Having clamps on sensitive skin." Chase frowned at a rope and started to put into the little pile before pulling it back and setting it with the good pile.
House laid his cane across Chase’s hands. "Put that one you just had in the bad pile."
"It’s fine."
"Robbie, you will put it in the bad pile."
Chase nodded and House moved his cane. Chase moved the rope to the bad pile. "Same type as the closet rope, sorry."
House poked Chase in the back with his cane. "Don’t be sorry. You okay with thin cords?"
Chase looked over his shoulder at House. "Like those well enough."
"What else do you like?"
"Just after a good shower rimming is fun." Chase fingered a cord for a long moment. "I like breath play sometimes."
House made a note of the cord Chase played with before continuing on. "What about being spanked?"
Chase shrugged. "It’s good. I like it when I’m bound the best."
"Toys?"
"I don’t like butt plugs, but dildos and cock rings are fine."
House stroked down Chase’s back with the tip of his cane. "Had a plug in when you were left alone?"
Chase nodded. "It was large. He was training me to take his fist."
"That something you still like?"
Chase shrugged. "Never happened. I like the idea of being that open for someone I trust." Chase finished sorting and turned to face House. "You really want me in this, don’t you?"
"Yes." House turned his head towards the kitchen. "Jimmy!" House poked Chase’s knee with his cane. "Come sit on the couch."
Chase moved off the floor to the corner of the couch. Wilson came back into the room and plopped down in the armchair.
"Do you both think you can live with being a threesome?"
Wilson glanced at Chase. "You answer first."
Chase frowned. "I have questions before I give you an answer."
House nodded. "Figured you might. Ask."
"You’ll listen to me on what I can and can’t do?"
"Yes. And I do not leave the room when someone is restrained. I will not quit touching you or stop having you touch someone else if I block all your other senses."
"Are you going to want me submissive constantly?"
House snorted. "Hell no. I like you both as you are. Having you give yourself to me sometimes is powerful for everyone involved, but all the time? No, not happening."
Chase nodded. "Is everything sexual going to be a scene?"
"No." House reached out and tapped Chase’s knee. "I like plain vanilla sex too."
Chase smiled. "I won’t be able to do everything right away."
"Don’t expect you to. Is that a ‘yes,’ then?"
"Yes."
House nodded and turned to Wilson. "You good?"
Wilson grinned. "Oh, I’m great."
House shook his head fondly. "You would be."
*****
Chase watched as House herded Wilson towards the bedroom. House reappeared moments later.
"If I restrain Jimmy will you be okay with that?"
Chase nodded. "Are you going to that to me as well?"
House blinked. "You like sleeping restrained?"
Chase took a deep breath. "If I’m tightly bound, yes."
House nodded. "Not tonight, but once in a while, maybe." House turned and headed back down the hallway. "Come on, you’ll sleep with us. Hard to be a threesome if you’re on the couch."
Chase sighed and followed. House limped over to stand beside Wilson who was sitting on the side of the bed.
"You still want to be bound to sleep, Jimmy?"
Wilson nodded. "Please."
House brushed his hand across Wilson’s hair. "Won’t do this again for a while. Two nights in a row is pushing it."
"Okay."
"Stand up." House let Wilson stand and he pulled Wilson’s t-shirt off over his head. "Just your arms, not your legs. Give me your hands."
Chase watched as Wilson held out his hands. House took cord and a strip of cloth from the bedside table. House wrapped the cloth around Wilson’s wrists and then wrapped the cord around that. Once House had the wrists secure he pushed Wilson’s hands to his chest with the thumbs resting on the breastbone.
"Hold still." House quickly wrapped more cord around Wilson’s torso cinching Wilson’s elbows and forearms down to his ribs. "Good, Jimmy?"
Wilson hummed and swayed a little where he stood. House shook his head as he snorted and tapped Wilson’s cheek.
"James. You okay?"
Wilson blinked and turned his head to look towards House with half-lidded eyes. "Yeah."
House helped Wilson to lay on the bed. "Okay, Jimmy. Lay down now. I’m going to work with Robbie for a little while."
Wilson turned his head. "Watch?"
House pushed Wilson onto his side, so he faced the rest of the bed and checked him over again. "Yes, Jimmy, you can watch us." House turned to Chase after a last check on Wilson’s restraints.
House herded Chase around the end of the bed with his cane. Chase sat on the edge of the bed as he watched House lean the cane against the bedside table and dry swallow a Vicodin.
"What are we doing?"
House sat beside Chase. "I want to check you over. Thoroughly. If you’re going to be mine and you are, I want to know everything about you."
Chase glanced at Wilson’s relaxed form before nodding.
"Good. Strip for me."
Chase quickly stripped and folded his clothing into a small pile he made sure wouldn’t be in the way. He stood before House with his hands at his sides.
"Nice, Robbie." House reached out and brushed a finger across Chase’s half hard dick. "Turn around."
Chase faced away from House and felt the older man’s eyes on him. After several minutes according to the clock Chase was turned back around. House looked over every part of Chase’s front side closely.
"Lay down on your back."
Chase scrambled onto the bed and lay down. He turned his head to look at Wilson who was staring at them with unfocused eyes. House started at his feet and touched every inch of skin. Near Chase’s left knee House tapped his skin.
"What’s this scar?"
Chase lifted his head to look. "Fell off a board badly while surfing."
"Hmm."
House went back to his explorations. He spread Chase’s legs to look at the younger man’s inner thighs. Near the crease of thigh meeting balls there were little parallel scars. House tapped them. "These?"
Chase kept his head turned towards Wilson as he answered, "Knife cuts. I don’t really like blood play."
"Uh huh." House continued on up fingering skin as he went. Carefully moving Chase’s hardening cock House tapped a tiny circular scar almost hidden in pubic hair. "This?"
"Burn. A bit of the wick dropped on me."
"Hmm." House moved on to Chase’s stomach and touched everything as he worked his way up. Near the edge of the lowest rib on Chase’s left side he tapped another scar. "This one?"
"Whip mark got infected."
House made a small noise of disgust. "I’ll want to hear more about that later." Moving on House fingered Chase’s nipples causing the other man to suck in a breath. House turned Chase’s head to check both sides of his neck, then his arms. That done House sat back. "Turn over."
Chase turned over and settled himself comfortably. He could feel House’s fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. House worked his way down until he got to mid-spine.
"These whip marks too?"
"Yeah."
House blew on the skin there and Chase shivered. House continued on down Chase’s back until he got to the small of the back. "These?"
"More knife marks."
"Hmm. You mind knives or just blood play?"
"Just blood play. Knives make me very hard."
"Okay." House continued on prying Chase’s cheeks apart and blowing on his hole. House stopped again at the very top of Chase’s thighs and tapped faint marks. "These?"
"Don’t remember what made them. I was screaming by then."
House grunted and moved on. He checked down the legs until he got to the bottoms of Chase’s feet. "These little marks?" House tapped tiny scars on the soles of Chase’s feet.
"Crop. I was too far gone to know it hurt."
"Not good." House resettled himself next to Chase’s hip. "You want to belong to me? To be part of what we’re building? This is your last chance to back out before I decide to keep you."
Chase watched Wilson stare at him as he considered it for several long moments. "Don’t make me regret trusting you."
House rubbed the tiny scars on the small of Chase’s back. "I won’t."
"Then I’m yours."
House nosed Chase’s hair from the back of his neck. "Sure, Robbie?"
Chase shivered as House’s breath hit his neck. "Sure. Yours."
"Good." House took the nape of Chase’s neck in an open mouthed kiss wetting the skin. "Mine." House bit lightly and held the bite as Chase shuddered beneath him. Once Chase stopped moving House released him. "In the morning I’ll claim you properly. For now turn over."
Chase turned onto his back and looked up at the older man. House reached across Chase to touch Wilson’s lips.
"Jimmy, still good?"
"I ‘kay."
House stroked his hand down Wilson’s neck, arm, and side. House turned his attention back to Chase. "You okay?"
Chase nodded. "Fine."
"You want off before we sleep?"
Chase blinked. "I get a choice?"
"You may be mine, but you aren’t a slave. I’ll always listen. Won’t always do what you want though."
"Oh." Chase smiled. "Yeah, I’d like to come."
House smiled back. "Roll towards Jimmy." House tapped Wilson’s cheek again. "Jimmy? We’re going to take off your sweats now."
"Good."
House hindered Chase more than helped as the younger man worked Wilson’s sweats off. Once Wilson was naked House gave Chase a few moments to look at Wilson before nudging the younger man and handing him the lube he’d fished out while Chase was busy staring.
"Here. I want to watch you jack him off with you."
Chase took the lube and spread it across them. As he did that House sat up and pulled off his clothing before working until he was spooned up against Chase’s back.
"Good, Robbie?"
Chase nodded as he took lined himself up with Wilson’s hard cock and began pumping them with his hand. House wrapped an arm around his hips and fondled their balls as Chase’s movements sped up. Wilson buried his head in the base of Chase’s neck and his fingers moved absently as he moaned quietly.
"That’s it, Robbie. Make Jimmy cry out for you."
Chase panted and thrust harder against Wilson. House kissed Chase’s shoulder and stroked the outside of Wilson’s thigh. Chase began to grunt as his hand movements became more frantic.
"Good, Robbie. Come for me. Both of you come."
Chase stiffened and came with a quiet grunt. Wilson’s hips continued to jerk for a few more strokes before he stilled and came as well. House pressed himself to Chase’s lower back and worked himself until he spilled on the younger man’s skin.
House lay against Chase’s back and matched his slowing breathing to Chase. Once he was breathing normally again House prodded Chase’s ribs. "I get the middle. You go get a washcloth and come back. I’ll clean you up."
Chase muttered as he clambered over Wilson to retrieve the washcloth. When he came back he cleaned Wilson first before starting to hand the cloth to House. He froze with the cloth still in his hand. "I’m sorry."
House blinked. "What for?"
"I cleaned him up."
"I didn’t say you couldn’t. Give." House wiggled his fingers until Chase handed him the cloth. House quickly cleaned himself off and handed the cloth back. "Don’t clean my semen off. Just yours’ and Wilson’s."
Chase blinked several times before cleaning himself up and taking the cloth back to the bathroom. He came back and settled beside House. "Not afraid I’ll hurt your leg?"
House looked up from checking Wilson with deft hands. "The leg has nothing to do with it. I need next to Wilson, but I want next to you too."
"Oh."
"Go to sleep."
*****
(Part 5)