Warning: This chapter contains very brutal scenes of the abuse, rape, objectification and humiliation of House by several people. It's the darkest chapter in the story so far by a long way. If that's not your thing you can skip it with no loss of plot.
"I'm sure you've been looking forward to this night," Tritter said, a cold smile on his face as he watched the road.
"Yes, a date with an asshole cop. That's the dream of every slave." He might have to do what Tritter wanted, and it was going to be painful and no doubt humiliating, but he was going to be as much of an ass to him as he could be. He didn't have a helluva lot to lose at this stage.
Tritter kept his cool. "You know, you can keep up the smart ass act for the next few minutes, and try and pretend you're still big man around the hospital. But after that you're going to know that you're no more than the fucking waste of space, slave crap, that you really are." He sounded drily amused rather than angered by House's words.
"You've had this coming for a long time."
"So, do you give all the slaves around here rides in your car and special night outs with you? Or just the ones who stuck a thermometer up your ass?"
"No, just the ones that pretend to be better than they are. Deep inside you know that you're nothing but a worthless slave pretending to be a real human being. Must be hard eh, Doctor House. One minute you're some fancy doctor, with everyone running around lying to protect you, and the next you're a piece of sub-human shit." He rubbed his groin obscenely. "I'm getting hard just thinking what I'm going to do you tonight."
House swallowed hard, the fear suddenly hitting him. He couldn't keep up the act any more. He turned his head away, staring out into the night as Tritter entered a gated neighbourhood and parked his car in the garage of a large house. As the garage door closed behind them House knew that he was trapped and completely at Tritter's mercy.
Tritter turned off the engine. "We're home, honey. Now take off that coat, and the scarf and that sweet little plaster on your face. Let's turn the real boy into a slave again." House did so, still sitting in the car. Tritter leaned in, foul breath in House's face, and stroked the metal of the collar. "This suits you so well. You were born to be a fucking slave." He clipped a chain leash on the collar and going around the other side of the car he dragged House out. It was a cold night and House shivered in his thin shirt. "Don't worry - we'll warm you up quick enough," Tritter said when he noticed.
Tritter half pulled him through the internal door into the house. His cane had been left behind in the car and he limped heavily at the quick pace Tritter set.
Inside the house there were four men, sitting around a poker table, playing cards. Tritter led him to a spot in front of them and yanked on the chain. "Kneel, slave."
House dropped to his knees and the men put down their cards and stared at him.
"An old, crippled, ugly slave? That's your big surprise for our poker night?" A blond guy in his thirties regarded House with a sceptical look.
"Don't be such as an ass, Dave. Don't talk about him like that - this piece of shit is one of the most sensitive slaves I've ever fucked. He squeals like a pig when you stick it into him - or at least he does when I do it. Your little piece there probably won't fill him up. This slavelikes them big."
Dave scowled at Tritter and then got up and moved over to House where he was kneeling, head down. He was joined by a heavy set guy with open, friendly features. The kind of guy who looked like he was everybody's friend, and you would never think he would be able to hurt anyone - not even a slave.
"Don't tell me that this is that doctor that screwed you over a few years ago?" The heavy guy asked. "Hoff, Haus? Something like that. He was a cripple too wasn't he?"
"House. Doctor Greg House," House said. He met the eyes of the man asking the question. Maybe he could form a connection to at least one of these guys - remind them that he used to be a person, that he used to save lives. Maybe they would stop Tritter from doing this.
"Shut the fuck up, you piece of crap!" Tritter yelled at him, kicking him hard in the ribs, twice. House almost fell over from the force. "You don't open that big mouth of yours until I tell you. And then you open it nice and wide and suck. Is that clear?"
"Yes," House managed to get out, his voice choked as he tried to suck air back into his lungs.
"Yes, what?" Tritter aimed another kick at him, this time on his thigh, luckily his good one.
"Yes, sir. This slave is sorry, sir."
"You will be. Now, get up on all fours."
House struggled to assume that position, in many ways it was worse than kneeling. Kneeling he could still pretend he was a person. On all fours he was reduced to status of pet.
"And, yes Chris. This is that guy. Except he's not that guy any more. Are you, Gregory?"
"No, sir," House answered. It was true, he wasn't.
Tritter looked around. "Is the food ready? I'm starving."
A dark haired man who hadn't spoken yet answered. "Yes, I made some pizza. I'll go and get it."
The men moved to the dining table. Tritter slapped his thigh and pulled on the leash. "Heel, Greg."
Gritting his teeth he followed Tritter on hands and knees to the table. Tritter tied one end of the leash loosely to a table leg and left him there, on hands and knees while the men sat. A large dog joined him, sitting on the other side of the dark haired man, wary eyes on House. Of course the dog wasn't tied to anything.
The pizza was brought out and the men ate it, talking about the usual things - sports, politics, and the upcoming presidential election. All things that House might have been interested in if he was still free. Of course he couldn't vote now - he wasn't a citizen, and had no rights - civic or otherwise. He'd completely lost track of the sports he used to follow and knew virtually nothing about current affairs. The concerns of free men were a distant memory, all his energy had gone into survival since he'd been enslaved.
The pizza smelled great and he wondered if Tritter intended to feed him scraps from the table or just ignore him. Unfortunately ignoring him was too much to hope for.
"Oh, Greg. I guess you're hungry. Let me get you something." Tritter said, adopting a mock 'concerned' voice. He disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a dog bowl which he placed by his side. He filled it with a packet of slave chow.
"There you go, boy. Eat it all up. No hands remember."
"Linc, maybe you'd better feed Kirk as well." Tritter suggested, looking at the dog. "Wouldn't want him to feel left out." The dark haired man grinned. He fetched another dog bowl and filled it with dog food, placing it besides House's. A bowl of water was also put down.
House looked from his bowl to the dog's bowl. The food looked almost exactly the same. The dog growled at him threateningly and he looked away. He bent his head to his bowl, trying to force the food down - knowing that if he didn't things would only get worse. When the men's attention was averted he lifted his head up and let the dog at his bowl. Tritter caught him at it.
"Oh, looks like Kirk had some of your delicious food, Gregory. Maybe you'd better drink some water then."
The dog had been using the water bowl but House forced himself to take a couple of small laps of it.
"Good boy, now lick your bowl clean - or I'll get another bowl of it for you."
He did so, to the laughter of the four men.
"Was it good, boy?" Chris asked, clearly enjoying this new game.
"Yes, sir."
The men laughed.
"The collar around his neck suits him, Mike. Look at him eating from a dog bowl just like Kirk."
Like it was his choice to eat like this and they weren't forcing him. Fuck this.
Something must have shown on his face because Tritter reached down and tilted his head up.
"Looks like the slave wants to say something. Go on, Greg, say something with that smart mouth of yours. I'm sure we want to hear it."
House kept his mouth shut.
"I think maybe he's still hungry," Dave said. "He gave some of his to Kirk after all."
Tritter nodded and poured some more chow into the bowl.
House stared at it. He'd already had dinner with Wilson and one fucking bowl of chow, he couldn't eat any more.
"Oh, don't look at me like that." Tritter said. "I am just taking care of you, after all you're the doctor, you know all animals need a good diet. I wouldn't want to get in trouble with the animal rights groups."
They all laughed and House's temper broke. He was fucking sick of this.
"Yeah, you're taking care of me. Just like I took care of you by shoving a rectal thermometer up your ass and leaving you in an exam room. How long did you leave it in, Tritter? Did it feel good? Maybe you fucked yourself with it." He said recklessly.
The men laughed again, this time at Tritter, and Tritter's face grew red with anger and embarrassment.
"Damn, Mike you didn't tell us that part." Dave said, slapping him on the back. "A rectal thermometer? No wonder you didn't mention it. I guess you can get your revenge tonight anyway."
"I had him in a kennel a few nights ago, dildo up his ass all night. That shut him up. Nothing to what I'm going to do to him tonight, though." Tritter pulled harshly on the leash, jerking House's head up.
"Let's have a bit of fun while we watch the game, boy." He stood up and tugged him away from the table. House shuddered internally, but at least the order to eat the slave chow appeared to have been forgotten. He certainly wasn't going to remind them.
The men settled in the living room in front of a large screen television. The TV was turned on and a baseball game appeared on the screen. House was placed on his knees in the middle of the room, back to the screen so he couldn't watch.
"Time to feed the slave some dessert." Tritter sat back and opened his fly, taking out his cock. "Crawl over here, boy." The other men lounged around, one eye on Tritter and his slave, the other on the game.
House looked at the door but there was no escape. Nobody was going to come and save him.
"Remember, slave - you don't do what you're told I go to the SAC and they'll take you away from that pansy Wilson - I might even see if I can buy you myself. So get over here, now!" His voice cracked like a whip on the last word and House found himself responding to the command.
He knelt in front of Tritter's groin.
"Open up, Greggie. Make it good."
House closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide.
His face was slapped, hard.
"Open your eyes. I want you to watch me while you're doing this."
His cheek still stinging he opened his eyes and Tritter grinned at him, thrusting his cock into House's open mouth.
The temptation was strong to bite the damn thing off but instead he mechanically began to lick and suck at it as he'd been taught. He'd done this so many times over the last three years that he could almost do it in his sleep now. He stayed as detached as possible until Tritter began to fuck his face.
Tritter was every bit as rough as he expected, and he was struggling for breath as the cock thrust in and out of his mouth. When he felt Tritter begin to come he tried to pull off but Tritter grabbed his head and held him firmly in place.
"You swallow every drop, boy. Linc doesn't want a mess on his floor."
He swallowed the foul liquid down as quickly as possible and at last the cock was removed from his mouth and Tritter let go of his head. House could feel a trickle of semen running down his chin.
"Come on boy, you just had a nice dessert, what do you say?"
He swallowed hard. He could do this. "Thank you, sir." His voice was hoarse and Tritter laughed and patted him on the head.
"Good boy." He looked at his friends. "Okay, who wants the next turn?"
They used his mouth in turn. As each one used him the others watched the game, chatting normally amongst themselves. He wasn't a person to them - just a convenient hole to stick a cock into. His stomach was churning and his jaw aching when finally the last of them came in his mouth and pushed him away.
Tritter called him over and he crawled over there, desperately hoping the man wasn't ready to go again. His leg was sending pulses of agony up to his brain and he could barely move. Tritter stared at him, a fake expression of concern on his face.
"What's wrong Greg?" he asked, his voice gentle.
"Nothing sir, I am fine." House wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much pain he'd caused him.
"Is it your leg? Are you in pain?" Tritter asked sounding truthfully worried. His friends stared at him in surprise, their attention diverted from the television.
"I am always in pain, sir." That much was true. Tritter hadn't given a damn about his pain when they first met. Indeed he'd deliberately tripped him even though House was walking with a cane - something that had revealed to House just what sort of man this was.
"But it's worse now, right? That might be because of the kneeling position. You need to stretch your legs. Stand up, Greg," said Tritter with a soft voice.
House stood up quickly; glad to get back on his feet, whatever game Tritter was playing.
Tritter stood up and handed over House's cane. "Here, walk and stretch your leg, Greg."
"Thank you, sir." House began to limp around the room, trying to settle his leg down. He wondered what Tritter was up to but he'd take any opportunity to try and get his pain under control again. He could hear the men talking on the other side of the room.
"What the fuck, Mike? Aren't we going for round two?"
"All in good time. Wait 'till the game's over."
Five minutes later the last out was made and Tritter stood up, his cronies doing the same. House was still limping around.
"Let's go outside to smoke. Hope you have some of the good stuff, Dave." Tritter said, gesturing.
Dave patted his pocket. "Of course."
Tritter eyed House. "Now, Greg. I don't think you're stretching out enough there. Let me help you."
"I don't need any help, sir," House said.
"Oh, I think you do. Strip off. We're going to get you some nice fresh air."
"What?" House glanced outside - it was dark, and cold. Walking around naked out there was not going to be fun. "Please, sir. Not with my..."
"Shut your mouth, and get your clothes off, or I'll cut them off," Tritter said coldly.
With no other choice House did as he was told until he was standing stark naked in front of the five men. He moved his hands in front of his genitals.
"No touching the merchandise, boy. Cross your hands behind your head. We want a good view of your little friend. I wonder if it's the same size as Kirk's."
The men giggled like teenagers as House complied. His cock hung limply between his legs and he felt horribly exposed.
"What the fuck is up with his leg?" Dave asked, staring at the crater in House's leg.
"Yeah, ugly as fuck isn't it?" Tritter reached out and prodded the scar with his fingers and House flinched away.
Tritter slapped him on the ass. "Okay, boy, I can see you're eager to get outside. Off you go, we'll be right behind you. Keep those hands behind your head." They all giggled again as they followed him.
It was cold out in the yard; House was shaking within seconds - both from fear and the cold.
"Are you cold, boy?"
There was no right answer to that so House kept quiet. It didn't help.
"Well, by the look of that shrivelled up dick of yours you are. Let's warm you up a little."
Tritter slapped him on the ass again - a hard, stinging slap. "Run round the yard, two laps in thirty seconds. Do it in less and you'll get a little treat."
House stared at him. Did Tritter really think he was up to running around? He could barely manage the walk out here.
"I can't run. I can't even walk without my cane. Just must be kidding."
"Of course you can, the cane is just an aid for you to walk more easily and have less pain. I didn't say it wasn't going to hurt. I really don't give a damn if it hurts - in fact it's a bonus. Now, you can do three laps for talking back to me. Three laps in thirty seconds or you'll do it again. You can take your hands down, but keep them away from your dick."
Again there wasn't any choice. House lurched off, trying to go as quickly as he could. Each step made his leg scream at him - he doubted he'd be able to walk tomorrow. How was he going to hide this from Wilson? The men smoked their weed and yelled encouragement at him, in between bouts of laughter at the sight of him limping naked around the garden.
When he finished the third lap he fell to his knees in front of them. He was sweating, and breathing heavily as if he had run a marathon. He knelt there, naked and miserable, trying to catch his breath, while the five men inhaled his pain as if it was the only drug they needed to survive.
"Well done, boy, that was twenty eight seconds. Now I am going to tell you what your prize is." Tritter leant in close, his foul breath on House's ear. We're all going to fuck your tight little asshole, once each. "And you're going to love it, you little slave slut. And just wait, I've got an even better present for you."
He stepped back. "Now, up on all fours again my little pet." When House had raised himself to that position Tritter swung the cane he still carried - House's cane - against House's naked ass. "Off you go boy, back into the house. Wouldn't want you to get cold out here."
House crawled back into the house and was directed to wait on all fours in the middle of the living room floor again.
Tritter told him to stay and the men had a whispered consultation. When they approached House again Tritter was holding something in his hand.
"This is to stop you getting all excited while we're fucking you and making a mess on the carpet." Tritter explained.
House knew what it was - a chastity cage. It would lock around his genitals, removing any pretence that he was a person, an equal partner in the sexual act. He was just a convenient hole for them to fuck.
Tritter reached underneath him and roughly took hold of his cock and balls, shoving them into the cage and locking it with a small padlock. A single band went around his waist, holding the device on him, and another padlock held the band in place. His genitals were now squashed uncomfortably into the cage - almost neutering him. Tritter gave the device a slap and House tried to shy away from the resultant pain. Another slap came ringing down on his buttocks.
"Hold still or I'll find a smaller cage. Or cut something off so you won't need one." House steadied and Tritter laughed, patting him on the head and standing back up after another hearty slap.
"There now, the slave's all ready for fucking. Who's first?"
They all had a turn. They thrust into him roughly from behind, paying little attention to how much pain they were causing him. They used lube at least; otherwise House doubted he would have survived it. The worst thing was that his body tried to respond to what they were doing, his cock filled and pressed against the bars of the cage. There could be no release for him even as each man in turn reached a climax. In a way not reaching a climax himself was good - because whenever he'd been fucked as a slave and had come he'd felt that his own body had betrayed him, that it had said that this wasn't too bad, that this was what he wanted. At least the cage prevented his body from betraying him totally. On the other hand the engorged cock caused its own pain.
Tritter went last, taking a perverse pleasure in drawing it out as long as possible. His goal wasn't only his own release but House's total humiliation and subjugation.
"Say it boy, come on, tell me how much you want it," he growled, punctuating his words with thrusts, his fingers digging into the skin around House's ass. His cock was large and it filled House to capacity, stretching him even further than the others had.
"Please sir, fuck me harder." House begged, just wanting it to be over. After each man had climaxed Tritter had made him thank them and ask for more.
One last thrust and Tritter came into him, long and hard. He stayed leaning against House's back for a couple of minutes until he yanked himself out, causing House to start shaking in reaction. His body was covered in sweat, his short hair shiny with it.
"There, good boy, you were a good little fuck toy," Tritter said, one hand stroking his flank as you might stroke a dog, or a horse. "I could see you were enjoying that."
He reached around and removed the cage. Now that the immediate physical stimulation was gone House's erection also vanished. All he wanted was to curl into a ball on the ground and go to sleep; instead he saw a pile of clothes dropped by his head. His clothes. It was strange to see them now.
"Put your clothes on and then go and wash your face in the sink. Then I'll get you home to pansy boy before he wets himself worrying about you."
House didn't think he'd be able to move but he did. The incentive of getting out of there was enough. He put the clothes on and did a quick wash of his face under the faucet. He doubted that he looked anything other than what he was - a well fucked slave - but he was beyond caring. Tritter made him say goodbye to each man and thank them personally - by kissing their feet - and then he was led back on his leash to the car.
The bravado he had shown when Tritter had driven him here was gone. Now he stared numbly out the window. When Tritter pulled up at the kerb he gave him his parting instructions.
"Go back to Wilson, don't say anything about this. Then next Thursday at the same time we'll do this again. Don't be late."
When Tritter drove off House stared after him for a while and then turned for home. Head down he put one foot ahead of the other and made it there, one step at a time.