Warning: This story contains BDSM elements and a lot of sexual acts, implied as well as explicit, even though it will take some time until we get to the latter. If you don't like that, don't read this. If you don't feel comfortable reading about someone with personality insecureties, don't read this.

If you didn't read the first chapter: Wilson asked Chase if he wanted them to have a kinky sex relationship with Chase as the dominant part.

Now, enjoy!

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The next day was awkward. Chase had actually called in sick, but House had called back and told him to get his arse to work. It was one of those times he hated that his boss was as observant as he was, that he knew when one of them was sick even before they showed any real symptoms.

He tried hiding, but as always – how do you hide behind glass walls? Especially since they didn't have a patient and he couldn't hide in one of the labs. He'd done his clinic duty already and Cameron and Foreman had been assigned to do House's, so the only thing he could do was sit in the conference room next to his boss's office and do crossword puzzles.

The first time he was able to relax was at lunchtime. He sat in the last corner of the cafeteria, pretended to read a medical journal and pretended to have lunch. Sadly, he only had half an hour off and he wasn't in the mood to listen to one of House's just-to-annoy-Chase-lectures about how important it was that he was up at diagnostics during his work time even if they didn't have a case. So after his hour was up he took his half full tray and made to cross the room.

Chase hesitated as his blue eyes suddenly locked with dark brown ones. James. Dr. Wilson was having lunch with House and had been about to take a bite of his sandwich, when he noticed Dr. Chase walking towards him in order to get to the exit doors. The younger doctor hurried to break the eye contact and looked down just the right second to not notice Wilson lower his own gaze to his lunch.

The only one who watched the whole, awkward thing was House. And just like that he had a new case to solve.

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It was almost six o'clock when Chase received a page from House, ordering him up to his office. He had been allowed to take on a shift in the ICU and had been incredibly relieved that he could avoid Wilson this way. You don't need oncologists in intensive care often.

Now he was standing in front of his normal terrain and he was terrified of the closed blinds. That either meant House was in pain and would yell at him to go get him Vicodin or it meant he was planning on doing something to Chase he didn't want others to witness. And God, the young doctor had a feeling House wasn't in more pain than he usually was.

He didn't want this. Not after last night. He was sure Wilson had told House everything and he didn't really feel like he could handle being humiliated by House right then. But it wasn't like he had any choice. His boss wanted to see him and who was he not to obey?

The House-voice in his head started to laugh.

"What do you need me for?", he asked after knocking and closing the door behind himself. House was sitting on his desk, watching him – observing.

"What do I need you for? Well… let's see. Little Jimmy is not talking. You are avoiding little Jimmy. Both of you flushed embarrassingly fast at lunch today. That sounds like quite the riddle, don't you think?"

The older doctor stood and grabbed his cane to slowly cross the room. Chase had only made a few steps into the room and was leaning heavily against the wall to the conference room. He felt a lot like fainting.

"You like riddles, my little Robbie, don't you? How about you solve this one: Two doctors, one really big man, one really small – the big one wants the small one to tell him what he did to little Jimmy. What do you think the small one would do?"

"Run for his life."

House was so close. So damn close that it was easy for him to push Chase's back against the wall before the younger man was able to react. Chase felt his boss closer, incredibly close, pressing against his front, trapping him.

"Little Jimmy seems all hurt. So what did you do? What's with the whole avoidance thing?", House whispered, still so close to his underling that Chase felt the older man's breath.

He was fucking scared. His attempts to get away seemed completely in vain, they only provided House with the opportunity to grasp Chase's wrists and hold them secure above the younger man's head, letting his cane fall to the floor in the process.

Some part of him knew that House wouldn't seriously hurt him, so he couldn't quite bring himself to use the advantage of being able to knock his boss down by kicking his leg – that would really hurt House and would probably cost him his job. This wasn't worth losing his job, House couldn't be that serious. But God, he was trapping him with the complete length of his body now, pressing all of himself against Chase's smaller form and he felt so badly vulnerable, like House could do whatever he wanted to him, and he was so turned on…

"What did you do? Come on, little Robbie, be a good boy! Who knows? You might get… you know, a treat!"

How he hated House for always using double entendres, how he hated him for doing it now. Chase could practically feel his slacks getting tighter by the second and it could only take so long until House would notice that he… And so he did. Chase saw the realization sweep across his boss's face just like James probably had the night before on his own face.

"Oh, you dirty little Robert! Does this actually turn you on?" A thigh pressed itself against his groin and Chase couldn't help but close his eyes and violently bite his lower lip to keep from moaning.

"So me having power over you turns you on? You get hard because I'm keeping you restrained? Seems like I was more right about you being a masochist than I had thought! Oh, this is so good, Chase, you don't believe what I'll get out of this…"

The younger man whimpered and suppressed a sob that was threatening to escape his lips. He felt so incredibly defeated and that was only making things worse – making his trousers get tighter and tighter. This really was degradation on a completely new level.

"Please don't tell anyone, House, please, this is so embarrassing", he begged, very aware of the fact that it would only make him more aroused, but it wasn't like he had any other chance. "You can't tell anyone, this is sexual harrassment, Cuddy would kill you or… or at least fire you if you told anyone!"

Chase looked up to his boss, pleading with his eyes, only to see the mischievous grin on the older man's face that told him House didn't care – everyone knew that he liked to harrass people. Both of them knew that Cuddy would tell Chase to suck it up and get back to work if he made a complaint. He was trapped in more ways than just this one.

"Please House", Chase begged, his breath hitching as the older doctor increased the pressure on his groin – testing how badly this affected Chase. "Please, let me go and… we can just forget about this, this never happened!"

This time the laughter of House's voice weren't inside his head.

"But why should we? I mean, you are pretty much at my mercy and doesn't that sound like something I would thoroughly enjoy?"

"You… you can humiliate me or hurt me or whatever, but please don't tell anyone!", Chase whispered, even though talking – thinking became harder and harder as certain body parts did the same. House's thigh was rubbing against his crotch, his fingers were tightening their hold on Chase's wrists and everything felt so incredibly good, but it didn't and it shouldn't and he just wanted it to stop. "I… I'll do whatever you want, I promise, I'll do anything, just don't tell people, okay? I don't want anyone to know."

"So, you're offering me what exactly? Complete… submission…", House spoke softly, emphasizing the last word by applying more pressure with his thigh. "…and willingness in exchange for me keeping my mouth shut about the fact that you get off on being dominated and treated like crap?"

"I… Oh God, yes, yes I do…"

"Sounds like fun!"

And just like that, the pressure against his crotch, his chest, the grip on his wrists disappeared. House stepped back, scrutinizing his underling, taking in the brightly flushed cheeks, the deep breaths he took to calm himself, the bulge in his trousers. Chase could feel his boss's eyes roaming over his body and suddenly he felt incredibly self-conscious.

"How about we start with you telling me, what happened with Wilson and you?"

"Come on, you… you can't do that, I… Please, you don't need to know that, it's none of your business!"

Again his eyes were pleading as he looked up at his boss, nervously brushing the hair from his face. He was still slumped against the glass wall, not really trusting his legs to hold his complete weight. And oh, he was still so badly aroused and as long as he felt helpless like this, he knew his arousal wouldn't subside.

"I don't think I need to remind you this soon that we have this deal now, do I?"

House smirked and lifted his cane from the ground in order to limp back to his desk, giving Chase the opportunity to carefully do the same and slump down on the other side of the office desk.

"He came over because he thought I could give him what he needed", Chase explained, hoping against hope that it would be enough. House's look told him immediately that it wasn't. "Someone told him I had experience in the field of BDSM and since he was looking for a guy to… to do some of those things with, he thought why not try me."

"Hell, I didn't think Wilson was the one with the bigger the torturing wombats fetish!"

"He… He isn't. He wanted me to…"

The silence that followed was heaven for Chase, who could finally calm down enough to make Chase jr. calm down, too. House was probably thinking about his best friend not telling him he liked something kinky and maybe, just maybe he was off the hook for now.

"Why would he think you would dominate him? Wasn't the saying that opposites attract? Why would a masochist go to a masochist?"

Apparently not.

"Because I am no bloody masochist! I'm not like that for God's sake!"

"Oh well, so it was purely my proximity that just had you withering and whimpering and begging me. It had nothing to do with the fact that you were vulnerable to me and I was able to do whatever I wanted to you, it had nothing to do with the fact that I hurt you and intimidated you."

"No, because I'm not a masochist! My girlfriend was the one who liked to be burned, that's all I said and that clearly shows that I was the dominant part in that relationship!"

"So what happened with Wilson? Did you do him? Did you hurt him? Are you two ashamed of that now and won't look at each other because of that?"

"I… No… No, I didn't hurt him."

"You won't look at him because you didn't hurt him? Well, that's interesting."

"No, I…" Chase swallowed hard. It wasn't like House wouldn't find out the truth anyway. "I couldn't go through with it. We were… doing things and he was restrained and… really ready, but I wasn't. He saw that I wasn't… turned on, so he broke it off saying our safeword and cursing about how I should have just told him I didn't find him attractive or whatever enough to do this with him."

"Now that is even more interesting! Little Robbie tried being the big guy, but failed to get the little guy up by playing the big guy. That kind of sounds to me like you're not really into dominating others like our friend Jimmy. So you are a ma-"

"I am not a masochist!"

"But if you aren't and you couldn't get little Chase up by playing with Wilson, that would just leave the possibility of you not being into guys and then I would really ask myself why you would say yes to Wilson's proposal. So I guess one of the former statements was wrong and since I just had you begging me not to tell anyone that you get aroused when I throw you against a wall and molest you against your will, I'm guessing you are a masochist after all."

"I… I'm not. I can't be, okay? I just can't."

Once again – silence. But this time, House was watching him again, thinking about him, processing what he'd just said.

"Either way, I still have your promise to do whatever I tell you to. That should be fun, don't you think? Oh, the possibilities…"

TBC