"We'll leave you boys alone." With that, Cuddy and Cameron stepped out of the bedroom and left.

"No, you don't. You better get your asses back here." House struggled to get off the bed. His left side was now pressing down on the mattress as he tried to yank his right hand free. Foreman walked closer to the bed, examining the situation at hand.

"No need to get up on account of us, House."

"Yeah, House. The only getting up should be done by your dick."

Chase said this while staring at House's girth with flaming desire in his eyes. He had always wondered what it would be like to be inside of House, since the first day he met him. He wanted to feel his firm ass cheeks squeeze against his penis as he rammed himself in deeper with each thrust.

"Wow, House, I had no idea you were so well equipped."

"Comes from years of experience and good genes. Now FUCKING UNTIE me." His head shaking back and forth, struggling against his restraints.

"You've played doctor before right, House? Of course, you have. You play doctor everyday."

"Yeah, but Foreman, he hasn't played our version." Foreman glanced over at Chase and saw an evil grin spread across his face and a twinkle in his eye.

"You're right, Dr. Chase."

Foreman began to trail his finger along the ripples of the sheet. House could feel it pull beneath him as it moved under Foreman's touch. Dragging his finger up House's chest and towards his chin, Foreman began to feather House lips with light brushes of his fingertip. All of a sudden, House lashed out and bit Foreman's finger.

"Bastard." Foreman took his finger, stuck it in his mouth, and sucked on it. Pulling it out, he saw drops of blood hit the floor.

"That's my name, don't wear it out. Don't think about coming another inch or I'll bite something else off."

"That's not very nice. You're being a naughty patient. Chase, what do we do with naughty patients?"

"Well, we'd give them a sedative."

"We're not in the hospital dumbass."

"Oh, right. What do we do?"

"What the hell man? I thought we discussed this."

Foreman left the edge of the bed and was now in Chase's face. As they were bickering back and forth, House managed to wiggle his right hand free. It seems that Cuddy didn't tie it as tight as she thought. Chase noticing this out of the corner of his eye, leaped onto House and grabbed his hand away to prevent him from getting loose.

"Foreman, a little help?" Foreman rushed to the bedside, snatched the tie, and extended House's arm out, so he could tie it again. This time Foreman made sure House wouldn't get loose.

"Now, can we finish what we came here to do?"

"You guys can't even go through with it."

"Yes, we can."

"No, Aussie over here has his panties in a bunch, and you don't have the gut."

House's core temperature began to rise at the thought of his ducklings wanting to play with him. He honestly didn't think they would go through with it, but he secretly wanted them too. The boyish charms of young Chase had frequented his dreams some nights, and he was just dying to know if the "myth" was true with Foreman.

"Watch us!"

"Keep your pants on George Foreman. I'll make a deal with you. You can do whatever you want to me and vice versa, if you untie me when you're done. I'm serious. No funny business or I'm going to get you back so bad, you're going to go crying to your mommies."

Chase and Foreman looked at each other and silently nodded in agreement before answering House.

"Fine."

"Wombat?"

"Fine...Wait a minute! You actually want us to play with you."

"No, I don't!" Putting a little too much emphasis on this statement.

"Yes, you do, otherwise you would have never agreed to go along with anything we said. You're too stubborn. You'd rather lay here naked than be humiliated by your employees."

House didn't need to say anything. He could tell that Foreman and Chase caught the devilish smirk on his face and knew his mountain of pleasure was about to come. This day wasn't turning out half bad. Sure, he was strapped helplessly to his bed, but he got a handjob from Stacy, the best sex he's ever had from two gorgeous women, boy wonder's luscious length in his mouth, and he was about to have the Aussie and Black one at the same time. His anger mostly stemmed from the fact that these people took advantage of him and broke their

promises, but when that feeling of ecstasy coursed through his limbs all was forgotten, until it disappeared and the anger returned.

Before Chase and Foreman just dove right in, they had to figure out what they were going to do about House's position. Foreman agreed that Chase could have House's ass, while Foreman got his mouth. They didn't want to untie House and flip him over, because they were scared that this was all a ploy, and House would escape the first chance he got. Chase was disappointed he wouldn't be able to feel himself inside of House, but if meant House was to be inside of him, he was all for it.

Chase stripped off his clothes and was standing in the room fully nude. Foreman on the other hand, just took his pants off. House laid there anxiously awaiting the mounds of pleasure that were about to fill the room. Chase climbed on the bed and captured House's shaft in his mouth, wetting it with his tongue to get it lubricated. Once he did this, he stood up, spread his firm ass cheeks and lowered himself onto House's shaft. He let out a soft groan as it slipped inside him. It was a tight fit, and House grinned at the fact that he brought a little bit of pain to Chase. This was the first time House has ever done something like this and this particular position felt like he was fucking a virgin for the first time. The tight hole engulfed his member, pressing it firmly to the sides of its walls. Chase began his up and downward motion, House's dick drawing in and out, getting rubbed with the tight fold of the skin.

House was thoroughly enjoying Chase's movements, now all he needed was Foreman. No sooner did he think this, that he felt the brush of Foreman's skin against his. His body dipped with the mattress as Foreman made his way onto House's chest. This position was all to familiar with House, and he knew what was about to come.

"So is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"You know, the myth."

"See for yourself." Foreman lifted the blindfold from House's eyes and staring House right in the face was the biggest wang he has ever seen in his life. His doesn't even compare to the equipment strapped between Foreman's thighs.

"You like what you see?"
"Uhhhmmm..." House licked his lips in anticipation, longing to have that dark object in his mouth, roughing itself up against his inner cheeks.

Foreman shoved his junk into House's mouth. House had to open his jaw as much as he could just to fit the damn thing in there. He couldn't help, but graze the popping veins with the rigid ends of his teeth. His mouth was filled with pulsating cock. The tingling feeling of House's teeth on his member sent Foreman into a state of sexual bliss. He spun his head around, arched back over House's body, and nuzzled his nose against Chase's open neck. Chase turned around and started making out with Foreman. His enjoyment increased his motions, and he began to move in small circles against House's pelvis. As if by some miracle, all three climaxed at the same time. House spurted into Chase's asshole and a little bit leaked down his shaft. Foreman released into House's mouth, and a smile spread across his face as he felt House gulp. Chase exploded on himself, creamy substance dripping down into his pubic hair and on House's sheets.

When the feeling of pleasure drained away, Chase and Foreman quickly got off the bed. They weren't ashamed nor regretted what they did, but reality hit them as their hormones no longer masked their thought process. Chase put his clothes back on, while Foreman pulled his pants up.

"Where are you guys going? You're not going to leave me here like this. I'm dirty and everything."

"Here. Think of this as a little consolation prize." Chase walked over to the nightstand, taking a tissue from the box and throwing it on House.

"What the fuck am I going to do with that? I can't even grab it."

"No, but you can look at it."

Foreman whipped the blindfold off of House and threw it in the corner. House watched the two men as they left his apartment. His lungs still trying to breathe normally from the events that occurred a moment before. Once again, he was duped. He should have never trusted them. He should have never trusted anybody. He was still laying in his bed, all alone. He tried ripping from his restraints once again, but it was no use. House had about given up hope when he felt something crawling down his arm. Turning his head, he saw Steve. Steve began nibbling at the tie around his arm and eventually worked his way through it. House's arm was free, and he had Steve to thank for it. House quickly unfastened himself and sat up rubbing his neck. He decided that they were all going to pay, but not before he took a shower and got freshened up.