The Truth, the Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth

"We're playing a game," House announced when he entered the outer office late Thursday morning. His team groaned collectively. "And it's not just us, it's everyone: Cuddy, Wilson, Chase and Cameron will be here in a few minutes."

"How did you convince all of them to play a game?" Foreman asked. "Chase hates you, Cuddy pretends she hates you, and Wilson knows you too well."

"With the exception of Wilson, they don't know that we're playing a game," House replied brightly. "And Cuddy only pretends she hates me so she doesn't let her lust for me overtake her every time she sees me." He dropped a sealed box on the table.

"What's that?" Kutner asked curiously.

"Supplies. Can't have a game without prizes, can you?" House laughed, "and I thought you, the one who hasn't grown up yet, would know all about the this kind of thing."

"So how are you getting them to show up here?" Foreman asked his boss, still intent on finding out House's plans.

"Told them I need a consult on a case."

"Cuddy will just give us a case if she finds out that you're asking your team to play board games," Taub pointed out.

"Not board games, party games," House replied. "I dunno why you guys aren't excited about this. It's not every day that your boss wants to treat you to a day of fun."

"Fun for whom?" Thirteen asked, eyeing the box with a smile.

Twenty minutes later with all of the invited parties present and accounted for, House stood up and opened the box, pulling out two bottles of alcohol and dumping the rest of the contents out onto the table. There were handcuffs, chains, massage oils, candy underwear, a feather boa, razor blades, a container of strawberries, whipped cream, whips, a green dildo chocolate syrup, and an orange vibrator. It looked as though House had robbed a sex store and Cuddy told him as much.

"What's going on, House?" she asked as most of the eyes in the room grew as big as saucers.

"We're playing a game," he announced.

"What kind of a game?" Cameron asked warily.

"One I'm not going to be a part of," Chase said, standing to leave.

"Oh no, Wombat. You're staying right her. I brought out the whips and chains for you." House winked and Chase reluctantly sat back down.

"You can't conduct sex games in my hospital!" Cuddy told the diagnostician annoyed.

"It serves medical purposes," he assured her.

"Getting his rocks off is a medical purpose," Wilson said, trying to contain his laugh. House closed the blinds and locked all the doors to the room.

"You're all playing," he said. "Because there are cameras in this room and a guy with a bomb is watching. Chase cut into him and fixed his penile problems and now he can't stop producing semen. Which means that he needs means of entertainment. If you don't all agree to this, we all die."

"Why does he need us to do this?" Foreman asked. "There's plenty of porn on the internet or at a video store.

"Well, he wants to see the doctors that saved his life get down and dirty. Don't ask me why. This is Cuddy's hospital so she's here, Cameron referred him from the ER, we saved his life, and Chase fixed his problem," House said. "We're all connected to him."

"What about Wilson?" Kutner asked, not visibly shaken by the news like the rest of his colleagues.

"Oh. We thought it was cancer at one point if you remember correctly," House replied. "Besides, he likes to play games too."

"So how's this gonna work?" Thirteen asked. "Are we all just going to get down and dirty, have a mass orgy, use the things that were probably chosen by you, and give this guy jacking off material, then go back to our normal lives?"

"If you want to live, yes," House told her. "But there are a few stipulations. Apparently we're to conduct this in the form of truth or dare. He wants a full day's worth of video…8 hours of sex galore."

"Do we get a lunch break?" Kutner asked, amused.

"There's pizza and coffee over there," House motioned the corner.

"I can't believe you let this happen," Cuddy told House. "You let some nut job plant a bomb in the hospital!"
"I didn't let him do anything," House dropped his faux-happy demeanor. "This is what we have to do to survive. He called me thirty minutes ago. He's been following me. No way to get a call out to any SWAT teams. If we do what he says he lets us go. If not we all die. You want to piss him off?"

Cuddy sighed. There was no way around what had to happen. "Let's get this over with."

Once everything was set up, House took his place at the head of the table. "Who wants to go first?" he asked. When no one volunteered he sighed. "OK, Kutner, truth or dare. And remember, he's watching. He knows if you lie and if you refuse to perform…well we'll all get to meet your folks." Ignoring House's rude remark, Kutner chose truth. "Not very adventurous at first? Well, I suppose that will have to change. When did you lose your virginity?" House asked him. "And I'm only asking cuz Mr. Boom Boom wants to know so give us details."

"I was sixteen," Kutner replied. "She was my next door neighbor and we were good friends. She stayed over one night when her parents were out of town and I snuck into her room. She ended up moving away the next summer. It was a onetime thing."

"I suppose it's your turn to ask someone a personal question," House told him. "And thank you for that lovely story. I think he meant sexual detail, though and not details of your failed relationship."

Kutner sighed. "Thirteen, did you lose your virginity to a guy or a girl?"

"A guy," she said. "After my junior prom he took me to his parents' cabin and put me up against the wall. It was quick, and awkward. I left afterward, annoyed that he had torn my underwear."

"Riveting," Chase said, clearly pissed that he was forced to take part in such a game.

"Truth or dare, Chase?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Truth."

"Why did you end up sleeping with Cameron?" Thirteen asked, leaning close to him.

"I hadn't been laid in three months and she begged me," he said, earning himself a slap from Cameron. "We're together now, that's all that matters."

"Right, and now everyone thinks I begged you to fuck me," she said, furious.

"Well you did," he replied, dodging her hand. "Taub, truth or dare."

"Truth," he sighed.

"How many women have you slept with?" Chase asked.

"You should have saved that question for Wilson," House put in.

"Twelve counting my wife. She was number four."

"You've got to give more detail than that!" House told him.

"That's all you're getting," Taub replied. "Cuddy, truth or dare."

"Truth," she said, glaring at House for getting her into the predicament.

"Are you in love with House?" Taub asked. All movement in the room ceased. Cuddy stared at Taub for a long minute, obviously shaken by his comment. When she was still staring at him a full minute later he tried again. "We're waiting."

"Taub!" she said, upset about the whole thing. "Why would you ask me something like that?"

"Just answer the question," he said simply. "Do you love House or not?"

"I-yes. I love House, but…"

"Are you in love with House?" Taub asked her.

"I-I…"

"Your life is on the line."

"I…"

"Do you love him?"

"Yes." The room grew even more silent as Cuddy's face burned and House tried not to look at her. The truth about her feelings was out in the open and no one knew what to say. After a moment Taub cleared his throat and Cuddy fought back the urge to vomit. "Truth or dare, Foreman."

"Truth," he said quietly.

"Who would you rather sleep with, Cameron or Thirteen?" she said, trying to keep her eyes away from House's.

"Thirteen." He said easily. He turned to House. "Truth or dare?"

House thought for a moment before speaking. "Dare."

"I dare you to kiss her," Wilson said from House's side.

"It's not your dare, Wilson," House said slowly.

"Fine, I dare you to kiss her," Foreman told his boss. House looked Wilson over for a moment before turning to look at Cuddy. She was looking away from him and he could tell that she was still blushing.

"It has to be done," he told her. She turned her face slowly, her eyes full of tears. House gently pulled her face closer to him with one hand and pressed his lips firmly to hers. The tears spilled down her cheeks as she allowed him to kiss her. After what seemed like an eternity he let her go and turned back to the table. "Wilson."

"Dare," the oncologist said, grinning hugely at his friend.

"I dare you to kiss Cameron. If we're outing crushes it's your turn."

Wilson leaned across the table and brought his lips to Cameron's. Chase looked fit to be tied, but Wilson sat back down and gave no apologies. "Foreman, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to bend Taub over the table and spank him. Use a whip."

"Can I ask why?" Foreman asked as he got up to do as he was asked. Taub looked frightened, but let the larger man bend him over the table. Kutner moved out of his way.

"That little shit deserves to be punished," Wilson replied. Foreman drew back and began lashing Taub. After five he stopped, looking at Wilson for approval. When he received confirmation of completion he allowed Taub to take his seat. Taub winced as his ass made contact with the chair, but he didn't dare dispute what had happened. Foreman resumed his place.

"Kutner, truth or dare?" Foreman asked.

"Truth," he said, looking at Foreman warily.

"If you had to have sex with anyone at this table who would you choose?"

"Thirteen, hands down." Foreman didn't look happy, but he said nothing. "Thirteen?"

"Dare," she replied, her eyes flashing.

"I want to go down on you," he told her. There was a collective intake of breath at his blatant declaration. All eyes were on Thirteen.

"Ok," she replied. Foreman spluttered protests, but House gave him a warning glare and he promptly closed his mouth. Thirteen unfastened her pants and let them slide to the floor. She stepped out of her shoes and climbed onto the table in front of Kutner. He stood up, gently fingering the top of her lace thong for a moment before laying her out on her back. Her breath quickened as he moved closer to her and he smirked, not bothering to look at the intense anger on Foreman's face. He bent to kiss Thirteen and when she responded half of the gathering reacted. House wolf whistled while the rest gasped at Kutner's audacity. Foreman had to be restrained by Chase and Taub as Kutner slipped his tongue into Thirteen's willing mouth.

When he broke the kiss, Kutner looked into Thirteen's eyes and everyone could realize that they had some chemistry. He slid his hands down to gently rub her breasts, and then moved lower, kissing her navel on his way down to her intimates. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he slowly removed her panties. He used one hand to strip the garment away while the other lightly traced her cunt.

His thumb circled her clit and she bucked up into his hand he smiled and resumed his seat while teasing her more. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating everyone in the room, Kutner especially as he hoisted her legs over his shoulders and dove in. He ran his tongue along her slit, removing his thumb so that he could swipe over her clit. He moaned and he took encouragement. He sucked on the bud for a moment, her breathing increasing rapidly, and then moved back down to dip his tongue into her opening. He thrust into her hungrily lapping up her juices as she writhed beneath him, desperate for release.

After fifteen minutes of making love to her with his mouth, Kutner returned his mouth to Thirteen's central bundle of nerves and plunged two long fingers into her. She cried out, euphoric as he continued his assault on her for several more minutes. She gripped his hair, pressing his face into her more as the pressure built up inside her. He continued to press into her, scraping the tender spot within her will laving her intimates with his tongue until she screamed and came onto his hand he cleaned her off with his mouth, then smeared the liquid on his hands over her lips. She licked her lips, tasting herself and panting as he massaged her breasts. When her breathing returned to normal, she sat up and kissed Kutner roughly, slid off of the table and put her underwear back on.

"That was so hot," House said, eyes wide and pants becoming tighter.

"Well, I didn't see that coming," Cameron said, looking around at her comrades. Cuddy had even lost her blush over confessing her love of House as her two employees had gotten hot in front of everyone.

"Truth or dare, Chase?" Thirteen asked as the blonde released Foreman.

"D-dare…"

"Give House a blow job," she instructed. Jaws dropped. Things were getting intense with the game that had been concocted. Chase looked thoroughly unhappy as he walked over to his former boss and dropped to his knees.

House gripped the edge of the table as the Aussie roughly unleashed his erection. Glaring up at House, Chase slowly licked the underside of the other man's cock. House bit down on his tongue to keep from moaning and Chase smirked. The younger man palmed House's balls as he took him entirely into his mouth. House restrained himself from thrusting up into the blonde's mouth and Chase slowly started to bob his head. He sucked furiously at House's penis, swiping his tongue over the tip and humming low in his throat. When he picked up his speed, House could hold back no longer.

House grabbed Chase's hair and shoved him roughly down onto his own throbbing member. Chase loosened his suction on House's cock and allowed House to thrust into his mouth, the head of the cock hitting the back of his throat again and again until House shot his salty fluids down Chase's throat. Chase swallowed and got up as House reeled in post-coital bliss.

"I always knew you would swallow," House croaked as Chase resumed his seat beside an astounded Cameron.

"You jealous?" Chase asked her when she started to speak. She clamped her mouth down and glared at him in response. "Truth or dare, Wilson?"

"Dare seems to be the popular choice now," the oncologist replied.

"I want you to strip. On the table. Take it all off."

Wilson stood and House hit play on the boom box he had already put in the room, still panting from his experience. As the first chords of 'Sweet Cherry Pie' began, Wilson climbed onto the table and kicked off his shoes. He slowly took off his left sock, then his right and stood up, wiggling his ass in Chase's face.

Her received a cat call from Cuddy when he started loosening his tie and bent down to wrap it around her neck in response. He was gaining enthusiasm as he went, dropping his dress shirt on Foreman's lap, putting his belt in Taub's open mouth, grinding against Thirteen's cheek in nothing but boxers. When he stripped off the garment restricting his hard dick, a few people gasped and the women cheered. He dangled his dangler in front of House's face, daring him to respond and ended up flat on his back in the center of the table when the music stopped.

"Who knew?" Thirteen said as Wilson returned to his seat.

"Truth or dare, House?" Wilson asked, turning to his best friend.

"If I say dare, am I going to suck your cock?"

"I dare you to bend Cuddy over the table and take her like you've been talking about doing for the past twenty years," Wilson replied, his eyes dark with excitement.

House stood, dropped his cane and his pants, grabbed the Dean of Medicine and hoisted her up, and then ripped her skirt down. She closed her eyes, cheeks burning as he continued to strip her of her clothing and inhaled sharply when he toyed with her erect nipples. He licked each one, then turned her around and pressed her top portion into the glass. Positioning himself between her legs and carefully shifting all of his weight off of his bad leg, he thrust into her, noting the wetness between her legs.

He pulled out slowly, and then pushed in again, repeating the process until he had a rhythm. He gripped her hips as he moved into her, sending shivers down her spine and causing her to gasp with pleasure every time he hit the place inside of her where she nearly came undone. He pumped in and out, in and out, in and out, faster and faster until her muscles clenched down around him and he came into her, grunting his pleasure. She cried out his name, pulling her hair away from her face so she could turn around and look at him. He slapped her ass, and then resumed his seated position at the table.

"We should get a lunch break," Taub suggested. "The game can continue when we're rested a bit." The others agreed with him and moved around the table to get to the food that House had promised.