Binding Forces Part 8
Title: Binding Forces Chapter 8/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Grouping: 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.
Beta:
saara_zaara
(Part 7)
*****
House watched Chase help Wilson settle on his knees next to the end of the couch. House sat down his bag and began to rummage through it. "Robbie, come sit next to me." House reached out with one hand and stroked Wilson’s shoulder and arm as he used the other hand to search the bag.
Chase gingerly sat beside House on the couch. House pulled a length of silk and a length of metal chain from his bag.
"Here, hold these." House settled the items in Chase’s hands and carefully watched as the other man fingered the metal chain. "Which do you like better, Robbie?"
Chase stilled and gazed at the metal links before holding out the silk to House. "This."
House moved his hand to the back of Wilson’s neck. "Jimmy, who do you belong to?"
Wilson’s relaxed face broke into a soft smile. "You, Greg."
House petted Wilson’s hair. "That’s right, Jimmy. What happens if you become afraid of something?"
Wilson cocked his head to one side. "Tell you."
House brushed his fingers across the blindfold cloth and down the side of Wilson’s face. "That’s right, love." House turned to look at Chase. "Can you say the same, Robbie?"
Chase took a deep breath and slid to kneel on the floor between low coffee table and the couch. He touched his forehead to the top of House’s closer knee. "I…I crave the hard, smoothness of the metal."
House picked up the abandoned metal links and used one link to draw patterns on the back of Chase’s neck. "Then why not choose the metal?"
Chase made a tiny noise as he pushed against House’s knee with his forehead. "I couldn’t get out of the metal restraints and now I…worry."
House pulled Wilson in to lean against his right knee as he put down the metal chain. Pulling Chase’s head up, House stroked a thumb over a his cheekbone. "Let’s try something until after dinner, alright?"
Chase blinked. "Yes, Greg."
House slid his thumb across Chase’s lower lip. "Don’t agree just because you think that’s what you should do."
Chase shook his head slightly. "I’m not."
House nodded and let go of Chase’s head. "Okay." House hunted through his bag until he came up with what looked like metal bracelets with a single solid ring attached to each one. "Give me your hand."
Chase held out his right hand with his palm up. House sat the bracelet in his palm as he fingered Chase’s inner wrist.
"You thrash a lot?"
"No." Chase stared at the metal cuff. He shivered as House took the second one and wrapped it around his wrist.
"See how this closes?" House slowly clasped the cuff together, opened it, and then repeated the closing motion again.
"Yes." Chase’s voice was thready with want.
House took Chase’s other hand and clasped the second cuff onto that wrist. "Okay, Robbie?"
Chase flexed his hands several times. "Yes."
House threaded his fingers through Chase’s hair. "Good. Stand up, Robbie."
Chase lurched to his feet. House took the silk and used it to rub Chase’s hardening shaft. House pinched the inside of Chase’s left thigh causing him to gasp.
"Down the hall and on the left is the bathroom, Robbie. You should find a green robe on the back of the door, unless Jimmy’s moved it. Go put on that robe."
Chase pulled away with a groan and started to head down the hall.
House frowned in thought for a moment as he watched Chase walk away. "Use the bathroom if you need to while you’re right there."
Chase nodded and disappeared down the hallway.
House turned his attention to Wilson. "Come sit with me, Jimmy."
Wilson struggled to his feet as House watched ready to catch, but not actually helping to prevent a fall. Wilson swayed once he was standing. House touched the outside of one hip and guided Wilson to sit.
House kissed Wilson’s neck just below his ear. "I’m going to be asking Robbie questions when he comes back, Jimmy. I want you to stay quiet no matter what we say to each other, understand?"
Wilson leaned his head back against the couch. "Yes."
House rubbed a nipple causing Wilson to gasp. "You’ll get a reward for being patient." House reached across Wilson to pick up the phone. Dialing a number from memory House called for food.
*****
Chase stood just outside of the living room, shifting from foot to foot. He didn’t know if he was supposed to kneel or not. I don’t want to make him mad. I need to show him I can do this. I want to be here. I want this, but I…can’t get this wrong.
*****
House glanced at the time on the phone then at the hallway. "Robbie, when you get done in there I need you to come sit!"
House watched as Chase appeared almost instantly. He’d gotten to worrying. Damn it. I thought it wasn’t as bad as this. House patted the couch beside him. "Sit, Robbie."
Chase sat with a sigh.
House parted the robe to expose Chase’s half-hard dick. "Food’s on its way." House ignored Chase’s nod as he used the silk to rub tiny circles across Chase’s inner thighs. "Still okay, Robbie?"
Chase panted as he watched House’s hands. "Yes, I’m good."
House pulled the silk away and sat it on Wilson’s lap. House picked up the metal links and used a link to rub lines up and down Chase’s closer arm through the robe’s sleeve. "You are safe, Robbie. Just like James is safe."
Chase took deep breaths as he watched the metal glide up and down his arm. "I know that. I just…" Chase shook his head and closed his eyes.
House laid the metal links across Chase’s wrist just above the edge of the cuff. "Knowing it and making your body believe it are two very different things. You will tell me if it starts to be too much."
Chase nodded. House fingered Wilson’s erection causing the other man to arch and gasp. Chase snapped his eyes open at the sound.
"Come kneel between Jimmy’s knees." House took the metal chain from Chase’s arm and sat them down.
Chase slid to kneel between Wilson’s spread legs. House stroked Chase’s hair and shoulder for several moments before taking the skin of Wilson’s right inner thigh and twisting it hard. Chase watched with wide eyes as Wilson arched and groaned.
House moved his hand to the back of Chase’s head. "Take the skin I just had and suck on it, Robbie."
Chase took the reddened skin in his mouth and sucked. He could feel House lay the metal chain across the back of his neck. Chase pulled back and panted.
House pressed Chase close enough to Wilson that Chase’s panting breaths puffed air across Wilson’s straining erection.
Wilson bucked. "Oh, please."
House ran a single finger up the side of Wilson’s cock. "Not anytime soon, love. I’m far from done with both of you." He watched as Wilson relaxed further into the couch and Chase shivered and rested his head against the inside of Wilson’s left knee. House moved the chain to sit on top of his own thigh. "Look at me, Robbie."
Chase lifted his head to look at House.
"Good." House ran a finger across a cheekbone. "Go back down the hall, the last door before the corner is the bedroom. Get a pillow off the bed and a blanket. I want the one from the chest in the bottom of the closet." House tapped the side of Chase’s face. "When you come back you’ll sit beside me, understand?"
Chase nodded with his eyes firmly set on Wilson’s knee. House swiftly reached down and smacked Chase lightly on the outside of his thigh. Chase made a sharp noise and looked up.
"Better. Eyes stay up, don’t they?"
Chase shuddered, but kept eye contact as he nodded.
House tapped Chase’s thigh again. "Out loud, Robbie."
Chase took a huge breath. "My eyes are to be up."
House nodded and rubbed one of Chase’s nipples. "What else?"
Chase leaned into the caress. "I understand to sit when I come back."
House changed sides and rubbed the other nipple. "That’s exactly right. Go find what I said, Robbie."
Chase shot to his feet and moved quickly down the hallway. House glanced at the time on the phone and then checked Wilson’s bound hands. Frowning at the duct tape House kept an eye on the hallway as he thought about what else might work. Just as House started to open his mouth to yell Chase appeared in the doorway with pillow and blanket.
House took the pillow as Chase approached. "Spread the blanket out, Robbie." House kept an eye on Robbie as he stripped off his shirt and wrapped it around the pillow. "Jimmy, smell this." House held the wrapped pillow up to Wilson and let the man bury his nose in the shirt’s fabric for several moments before taking the pillow away. "What did you smell, James?"
Wilson licked his lips. "You."
House thumbed Wilson’s lower lip. "Good. Lean your head forward, Jimmy." House stuffed the pillow behind Wilson’s head.
Chase cocked his head and looked at the position of the pillow. "Oh."
House smiled up at him. "Figured out his bindings can’t be seen from the door, didn’t you?"
Chase nodded numbly as he spread the blanket across them, tucking the edge around the outside of House’s shoulder. "And the robe."
House smirked. "Yes, better tie the sash tightly."
Chase glanced down at his waist and frowned. "You can’t see anything."
House snatched up his cane and used the end to move the edge of one side to expose Chase’s dick. "Sure I can."
Chase batted House’s cane away. "House!"
House smiled innocently. "What?"
Chase huffed and plopped down beside House. "Nevermind."
House laughed and captured Chase’s wrist. "Tell me why you didn’t eat lunch today."
Chase froze and then blinked. "What?"
"Lunch. That time when I steal Wilson’s food because he makes such fun faces at me."
Chase cocked his head. "You steal his food all the time, not just at lunch."
"And you skip meals all the time, not just at lunch. Why?"
Chase fingered the cuff of the captured hand. "I eat when I’m hungry."
House raised an eyebrow. "And when were you last hungry?"
Chase shrugged. "I don’t keep track."
House shook his head. "Have you lost or gained weight since you started working for me?"
Chase blinked. "I’m the same weight."
House rubbed his thumb across the outside edge of Chase’s hand. "Hmm. You like more pain than Jimmy. Have you thought about why you want the pain?"
Chase scrunched up his nose. "It sharpens the pleasure. I…I can get lost in the senseasations."
"You could get lost in pleasure."
"No." Chase frowned. "It doesn’t work for me."
House pursed his lips and started to answer, but there was a knock on the door. House turned his head towards the door. "Saved by the food’s arrival." Turning back to Chase House nodded towards the bag on the coffee table. "Outside pocket has money. Don’t tip more than ten percent."
Chase nodded as he retrieved the money and headed for the door.
House turned his head and put his mouth close to Wilson’s ear. "You’re doing very well, Jimmy. We’ll talk about Chase later, okay?"
Wilson leaned his head slightly towards House. "Yes."
House smiled fondly at Wilson while watching Chase out of the corner of one eye. Fingering the metal chain in his lap House thought though ways of getting Chase to relax more. When the door was relocked, blanket discarded, and the food spread across the coffee table House stroked Chase’s back through the robe.
"Strip again, Robbie."
Chase slid the robe of his shoulders and struggled with one arm as it caught on the cuff at his wrist. House smiled to himself as he tugged on Chase’s arm and freed the caught fabric. Chase started to drop to the floor to sit until House’s grip just above a knee stopped him.
"Sit beside me, Robbie."
Chase blinked, sat, and stared at House.
House frowned. "What?"
Chase dropped his eyes for a moment and shrugged. "You surprise me sometimes."
House puffed out his cheeks before blowing out a quick breath. "Not that the idea of you and Jimmy on your knees isn’t appealing, but until you can easily slip into headspace you’ll sit."
Chase took the plate House handed him. "I do get into headspace."
House used a forkful of food to rub Wilson’s lower lip until he opened his mouth to take the bite. "Didn’t say that you didn’t. You have understandable trust issues. I’m not going to be expecting you to kneel a lot in any case, but you won’t ever kneel to be fed unless you can handle sitting beside me without flinching."
"I don’t flinch."
House paused in giving Wilson another bite and turned to look at Chase who ducked his head. "You just flinched."
Chase froze. House sat his plate down and took Chase’s plate from him and sat it down as well. Taking Chase’s face in his hand House turned Chase to look at him.
"You aren’t going to disappoint me, Robbie. You don’t need to worry about upsetting me. I’m not going to harm you."
Chase let more of his weight rest in House’s hand. "Hurt me instead."
House cocked his head. "Why?"
Chase lifted his head from House’s hand. "Pleasure is fleeting. Pain stays. It reminds me that I’m here, that I really did have this happen." Chase shivered and wrapped House in a hug, burying his head in House’s neck. "That someone cared enough to leave a mark with the pain."
House stroked Chase’s back on either side of his spine as he listened. Then he gently pushed Chase back and took his hands by the rings on the cuffs. "I won’t just hurt you. Pleasure can be drawn out and leave it’s own kind of mark."
Chase watched as House looped the metal chain through one ring and brought the ends together at the other ring.
"See how these are clips?" House clipped both ends onto the one ring, linking Chase’s wrists together with a short length of chain between them. House skimmed fingertips across skin as he watched Chase stare at the chain. "You can get yourself out of them."
Chase panted. "I know."
House took one of Chase’s hands and rubbed each finger induvually. Chase sighed and relaxed as House extended his touching up into the palm. House set Chase’s plate in his lap. "Eat. I’ll want your other hand in a few minutes."
Chase began to slowly eat, being careful of the metal chain. House turned to Wilson and touched his cheek.
"Jimmy, ready for more food?"
Wilson turned his head towards them. "Okay."
House smiled at the fluid sound of Wilson’s voice. Watching Chase covertly House feed Wilson and ate some as well. "What about locks, Robbie?"
Chase shallowed and sat his fork down. "I…I used to like them." Chase shivered. "I haven’t tried them since…"
House took Chase’s other hand and began rubbing each finger in turn. "Alright. I have an idea for that. We’ll try it later. How are your wrists?"
Chase flexed his free hand. "I’m fine."
House leaned in and kissed Chase deeply. "Ready to help me wear out Jimmy?"
Chase smiled and nodded.
****
(Part 9)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Grouping: 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.
Beta:
saara_zaara
(Part 7)
*****
House watched Chase help Wilson settle on his knees next to the end of the couch. House sat down his bag and began to rummage through it. "Robbie, come sit next to me." House reached out with one hand and stroked Wilson’s shoulder and arm as he used the other hand to search the bag.
Chase gingerly sat beside House on the couch. House pulled a length of silk and a length of metal chain from his bag.
"Here, hold these." House settled the items in Chase’s hands and carefully watched as the other man fingered the metal chain. "Which do you like better, Robbie?"
Chase stilled and gazed at the metal links before holding out the silk to House. "This."
House moved his hand to the back of Wilson’s neck. "Jimmy, who do you belong to?"
Wilson’s relaxed face broke into a soft smile. "You, Greg."
House petted Wilson’s hair. "That’s right, Jimmy. What happens if you become afraid of something?"
Wilson cocked his head to one side. "Tell you."
House brushed his fingers across the blindfold cloth and down the side of Wilson’s face. "That’s right, love." House turned to look at Chase. "Can you say the same, Robbie?"
Chase took a deep breath and slid to kneel on the floor between low coffee table and the couch. He touched his forehead to the top of House’s closer knee. "I…I crave the hard, smoothness of the metal."
House picked up the abandoned metal links and used one link to draw patterns on the back of Chase’s neck. "Then why not choose the metal?"
Chase made a tiny noise as he pushed against House’s knee with his forehead. "I couldn’t get out of the metal restraints and now I…worry."
House pulled Wilson in to lean against his right knee as he put down the metal chain. Pulling Chase’s head up, House stroked a thumb over a his cheekbone. "Let’s try something until after dinner, alright?"
Chase blinked. "Yes, Greg."
House slid his thumb across Chase’s lower lip. "Don’t agree just because you think that’s what you should do."
Chase shook his head slightly. "I’m not."
House nodded and let go of Chase’s head. "Okay." House hunted through his bag until he came up with what looked like metal bracelets with a single solid ring attached to each one. "Give me your hand."
Chase held out his right hand with his palm up. House sat the bracelet in his palm as he fingered Chase’s inner wrist.
"You thrash a lot?"
"No." Chase stared at the metal cuff. He shivered as House took the second one and wrapped it around his wrist.
"See how this closes?" House slowly clasped the cuff together, opened it, and then repeated the closing motion again.
"Yes." Chase’s voice was thready with want.
House took Chase’s other hand and clasped the second cuff onto that wrist. "Okay, Robbie?"
Chase flexed his hands several times. "Yes."
House threaded his fingers through Chase’s hair. "Good. Stand up, Robbie."
Chase lurched to his feet. House took the silk and used it to rub Chase’s hardening shaft. House pinched the inside of Chase’s left thigh causing him to gasp.
"Down the hall and on the left is the bathroom, Robbie. You should find a green robe on the back of the door, unless Jimmy’s moved it. Go put on that robe."
Chase pulled away with a groan and started to head down the hall.
House frowned in thought for a moment as he watched Chase walk away. "Use the bathroom if you need to while you’re right there."
Chase nodded and disappeared down the hallway.
House turned his attention to Wilson. "Come sit with me, Jimmy."
Wilson struggled to his feet as House watched ready to catch, but not actually helping to prevent a fall. Wilson swayed once he was standing. House touched the outside of one hip and guided Wilson to sit.
House kissed Wilson’s neck just below his ear. "I’m going to be asking Robbie questions when he comes back, Jimmy. I want you to stay quiet no matter what we say to each other, understand?"
Wilson leaned his head back against the couch. "Yes."
House rubbed a nipple causing Wilson to gasp. "You’ll get a reward for being patient." House reached across Wilson to pick up the phone. Dialing a number from memory House called for food.
*****
Chase stood just outside of the living room, shifting from foot to foot. He didn’t know if he was supposed to kneel or not. I don’t want to make him mad. I need to show him I can do this. I want to be here. I want this, but I…can’t get this wrong.
*****
House glanced at the time on the phone then at the hallway. "Robbie, when you get done in there I need you to come sit!"
House watched as Chase appeared almost instantly. He’d gotten to worrying. Damn it. I thought it wasn’t as bad as this. House patted the couch beside him. "Sit, Robbie."
Chase sat with a sigh.
House parted the robe to expose Chase’s half-hard dick. "Food’s on its way." House ignored Chase’s nod as he used the silk to rub tiny circles across Chase’s inner thighs. "Still okay, Robbie?"
Chase panted as he watched House’s hands. "Yes, I’m good."
House pulled the silk away and sat it on Wilson’s lap. House picked up the metal links and used a link to rub lines up and down Chase’s closer arm through the robe’s sleeve. "You are safe, Robbie. Just like James is safe."
Chase took deep breaths as he watched the metal glide up and down his arm. "I know that. I just…" Chase shook his head and closed his eyes.
House laid the metal links across Chase’s wrist just above the edge of the cuff. "Knowing it and making your body believe it are two very different things. You will tell me if it starts to be too much."
Chase nodded. House fingered Wilson’s erection causing the other man to arch and gasp. Chase snapped his eyes open at the sound.
"Come kneel between Jimmy’s knees." House took the metal chain from Chase’s arm and sat them down.
Chase slid to kneel between Wilson’s spread legs. House stroked Chase’s hair and shoulder for several moments before taking the skin of Wilson’s right inner thigh and twisting it hard. Chase watched with wide eyes as Wilson arched and groaned.
House moved his hand to the back of Chase’s head. "Take the skin I just had and suck on it, Robbie."
Chase took the reddened skin in his mouth and sucked. He could feel House lay the metal chain across the back of his neck. Chase pulled back and panted.
House pressed Chase close enough to Wilson that Chase’s panting breaths puffed air across Wilson’s straining erection.
Wilson bucked. "Oh, please."
House ran a single finger up the side of Wilson’s cock. "Not anytime soon, love. I’m far from done with both of you." He watched as Wilson relaxed further into the couch and Chase shivered and rested his head against the inside of Wilson’s left knee. House moved the chain to sit on top of his own thigh. "Look at me, Robbie."
Chase lifted his head to look at House.
"Good." House ran a finger across a cheekbone. "Go back down the hall, the last door before the corner is the bedroom. Get a pillow off the bed and a blanket. I want the one from the chest in the bottom of the closet." House tapped the side of Chase’s face. "When you come back you’ll sit beside me, understand?"
Chase nodded with his eyes firmly set on Wilson’s knee. House swiftly reached down and smacked Chase lightly on the outside of his thigh. Chase made a sharp noise and looked up.
"Better. Eyes stay up, don’t they?"
Chase shuddered, but kept eye contact as he nodded.
House tapped Chase’s thigh again. "Out loud, Robbie."
Chase took a huge breath. "My eyes are to be up."
House nodded and rubbed one of Chase’s nipples. "What else?"
Chase leaned into the caress. "I understand to sit when I come back."
House changed sides and rubbed the other nipple. "That’s exactly right. Go find what I said, Robbie."
Chase shot to his feet and moved quickly down the hallway. House glanced at the time on the phone and then checked Wilson’s bound hands. Frowning at the duct tape House kept an eye on the hallway as he thought about what else might work. Just as House started to open his mouth to yell Chase appeared in the doorway with pillow and blanket.
House took the pillow as Chase approached. "Spread the blanket out, Robbie." House kept an eye on Robbie as he stripped off his shirt and wrapped it around the pillow. "Jimmy, smell this." House held the wrapped pillow up to Wilson and let the man bury his nose in the shirt’s fabric for several moments before taking the pillow away. "What did you smell, James?"
Wilson licked his lips. "You."
House thumbed Wilson’s lower lip. "Good. Lean your head forward, Jimmy." House stuffed the pillow behind Wilson’s head.
Chase cocked his head and looked at the position of the pillow. "Oh."
House smiled up at him. "Figured out his bindings can’t be seen from the door, didn’t you?"
Chase nodded numbly as he spread the blanket across them, tucking the edge around the outside of House’s shoulder. "And the robe."
House smirked. "Yes, better tie the sash tightly."
Chase glanced down at his waist and frowned. "You can’t see anything."
House snatched up his cane and used the end to move the edge of one side to expose Chase’s dick. "Sure I can."
Chase batted House’s cane away. "House!"
House smiled innocently. "What?"
Chase huffed and plopped down beside House. "Nevermind."
House laughed and captured Chase’s wrist. "Tell me why you didn’t eat lunch today."
Chase froze and then blinked. "What?"
"Lunch. That time when I steal Wilson’s food because he makes such fun faces at me."
Chase cocked his head. "You steal his food all the time, not just at lunch."
"And you skip meals all the time, not just at lunch. Why?"
Chase fingered the cuff of the captured hand. "I eat when I’m hungry."
House raised an eyebrow. "And when were you last hungry?"
Chase shrugged. "I don’t keep track."
House shook his head. "Have you lost or gained weight since you started working for me?"
Chase blinked. "I’m the same weight."
House rubbed his thumb across the outside edge of Chase’s hand. "Hmm. You like more pain than Jimmy. Have you thought about why you want the pain?"
Chase scrunched up his nose. "It sharpens the pleasure. I…I can get lost in the senseasations."
"You could get lost in pleasure."
"No." Chase frowned. "It doesn’t work for me."
House pursed his lips and started to answer, but there was a knock on the door. House turned his head towards the door. "Saved by the food’s arrival." Turning back to Chase House nodded towards the bag on the coffee table. "Outside pocket has money. Don’t tip more than ten percent."
Chase nodded as he retrieved the money and headed for the door.
House turned his head and put his mouth close to Wilson’s ear. "You’re doing very well, Jimmy. We’ll talk about Chase later, okay?"
Wilson leaned his head slightly towards House. "Yes."
House smiled fondly at Wilson while watching Chase out of the corner of one eye. Fingering the metal chain in his lap House thought though ways of getting Chase to relax more. When the door was relocked, blanket discarded, and the food spread across the coffee table House stroked Chase’s back through the robe.
"Strip again, Robbie."
Chase slid the robe of his shoulders and struggled with one arm as it caught on the cuff at his wrist. House smiled to himself as he tugged on Chase’s arm and freed the caught fabric. Chase started to drop to the floor to sit until House’s grip just above a knee stopped him.
"Sit beside me, Robbie."
Chase blinked, sat, and stared at House.
House frowned. "What?"
Chase dropped his eyes for a moment and shrugged. "You surprise me sometimes."
House puffed out his cheeks before blowing out a quick breath. "Not that the idea of you and Jimmy on your knees isn’t appealing, but until you can easily slip into headspace you’ll sit."
Chase took the plate House handed him. "I do get into headspace."
House used a forkful of food to rub Wilson’s lower lip until he opened his mouth to take the bite. "Didn’t say that you didn’t. You have understandable trust issues. I’m not going to be expecting you to kneel a lot in any case, but you won’t ever kneel to be fed unless you can handle sitting beside me without flinching."
"I don’t flinch."
House paused in giving Wilson another bite and turned to look at Chase who ducked his head. "You just flinched."
Chase froze. House sat his plate down and took Chase’s plate from him and sat it down as well. Taking Chase’s face in his hand House turned Chase to look at him.
"You aren’t going to disappoint me, Robbie. You don’t need to worry about upsetting me. I’m not going to harm you."
Chase let more of his weight rest in House’s hand. "Hurt me instead."
House cocked his head. "Why?"
Chase lifted his head from House’s hand. "Pleasure is fleeting. Pain stays. It reminds me that I’m here, that I really did have this happen." Chase shivered and wrapped House in a hug, burying his head in House’s neck. "That someone cared enough to leave a mark with the pain."
House stroked Chase’s back on either side of his spine as he listened. Then he gently pushed Chase back and took his hands by the rings on the cuffs. "I won’t just hurt you. Pleasure can be drawn out and leave it’s own kind of mark."
Chase watched as House looped the metal chain through one ring and brought the ends together at the other ring.
"See how these are clips?" House clipped both ends onto the one ring, linking Chase’s wrists together with a short length of chain between them. House skimmed fingertips across skin as he watched Chase stare at the chain. "You can get yourself out of them."
Chase panted. "I know."
House took one of Chase’s hands and rubbed each finger induvually. Chase sighed and relaxed as House extended his touching up into the palm. House set Chase’s plate in his lap. "Eat. I’ll want your other hand in a few minutes."
Chase began to slowly eat, being careful of the metal chain. House turned to Wilson and touched his cheek.
"Jimmy, ready for more food?"
Wilson turned his head towards them. "Okay."
House smiled at the fluid sound of Wilson’s voice. Watching Chase covertly House feed Wilson and ate some as well. "What about locks, Robbie?"
Chase shallowed and sat his fork down. "I…I used to like them." Chase shivered. "I haven’t tried them since…"
House took Chase’s other hand and began rubbing each finger in turn. "Alright. I have an idea for that. We’ll try it later. How are your wrists?"
Chase flexed his free hand. "I’m fine."
House leaned in and kissed Chase deeply. "Ready to help me wear out Jimmy?"
Chase smiled and nodded.
****
(Part 9)