This is not anything I had planned to write but a minor computer disaster has meant I had to work on something different, and what should come up but yet another chapter in the Closet!Verse. As usual, this is the House/Wilson extremely dub-con not safe, sane, or consensual, don't-try-this-at-home relationship.

An evening at home

"You don't have to do this," Wilson said, kindly.

He meant it. House hadn't actually done anything very much wrong since the last time Wilson had punished him. He'd yelled at all three of his fellows, he'd shouted at Wilson a couple of times, but nothing out of the ordinary.

House swallowed and looked away, down at his own feet. He was still holding on to his cane. He moved the tip of it, dotting with it, around his own feet.

Wilson was going to gag him, unless House safeworded, just because he liked the look of House's eyes and the grunts House made past the gag. If House safeworded out of the gag, Wilson thought he would put him in the closet for a while - that always excited Wilson, and made House beautifully compliant - and then paddle him till he cried. But gagging House would be better. Wilson had bought several gags, and he was looking forward to trying them all out.

House looked up. "I don't," he said, in a very small voice, "I don't have to wear a gag overnight?"

"No," Wilson assured him. "Or tomorrow morning. Just this evening." He smiled. He could already see that House was going to comply with this, and Wilson had thought of some ways of getting House to enjoy it, too. Closet time was the only thing that Wilson wanted to keep as just for himself (he loved putting House away in the closet, manacling him to the walls, for Wilson alone to take out and enjoy whenever he wanted him, more than anything else): everything else he did to, for, and with House was done for their mutual enjoyment - even the punishments. House loved being punished by Wilson. Wilson's smile broadened to a grin, watching House struggle with acceptance: it would probably be easier for House if this was a punishment, but Wilson didn't want to make it easy.

"Will you collar me?" House asked, still in that small voice. He was eyeing Wilson, almost apprehensively.

"If you're a good boy," Wilson said.

House swallowed again. He handed Wilson his cane. Wilson nodded, pleased. "Just stand there, hands behind your back," he directed, and went down the hall to the closet. He put the cane in with the others, and retrieved the bag he'd left there. House might or might not have seen it, and wondered what might be in it, but he hadn't disturbed it.

When Wilson came into the living room again, House was standing with his legs slightly apart, in a way he could balance on his sound leg and his bad one, with his arms together behind his back, and his head down. Just standing like that, Wilson noticed, had given House an erection: the bulge was visible through his jeans. Wilson put the bag down on the couch, and took out the first gag he planned to use. This wasn't the size he'd made House wear before, as punishment, a gag so big it literally propped House's jaw open: this one had a penis-shaped mouthpiece, long enough and thick enough to fill House's mouth but not uncomfortably.

"Open up," Wilson said, and was delighted when House's mouth opened compliantly, letting Wilson push the mouthpiece in. "You like sucking me off, don't you?" Wilson said. "This gag keeps your mouth in shape for sucking." He fastened the strap behind House's head, and petted his hair. "Now, if you raise your hands above your shoulders of your own will, you're safewording. I'll take the gag out at once. Understand? Nod, if you do."

House nodded, slowly. Wilson ran his thumbs gently round House's lips. "I love seeing you like this," he told him. "You're going to be wearing gags a lot, so you'll have to tell me which one of these tonight you like the best. I wonder if it'll be this one?" He stripped House, not gently - he was careful not to hurt House's leg of course, but he liked being a little rough with House when he was like this, obedient but not yet compliant. He liked the surprised look in House's eyes.

When House was naked, Wilson put him belly down across the coffee table, and made him spread his legs. He checked that House could breathe easily in that position, and told him to stay.

House kept the dildos and buttplugs that Wilson had bought for him, in the bathroom closet. He kept them clean and ready for Wilson to use: Wilson had never seen any indication that House used them on himself when Wilson didn't have time to fuck him. Wilson wondered sometimes how entertaining that would be, to discover that House was so desperate to be fucked he fucked himself, purely for his own pleasure without Wilson there to watch. If Wilson ever found out that House did that, he thought he would set up a schedule, make sure House did it regularly, reported back to Wilson. It would be another thing to punish House for, if he wasn't compliant.

House was still in position when Wilson came back, with lube and three fat buttplugs with flat bottoms. House couldn't see what Wilson was carrying, but he would know it had to be either a buttplug, a dildo, or a paddle: Wilson positioned House like this either for fucking or punishment.

Wilson petted House's ass. The cheeks were very pale: House would look better if he was reddened a bit. But Wilson thought he would wait for that. House would have five minutes out of the gag: it would be better if House asked for Wilson to spank him. The next gag would let House make noises, too.

The smallest plug went in easily. House squirmed as WIlson penetrated him with it. Wilson pulled him to his feet, and made him sit down on the coffee table, legs spread wide, showing off his erect cock. Then Wilson sat down on the couch, and leant back, luxuriating in the view: House with his hands flat on the table, his butt plugged, his mouth plugged.

"I like seeing you like this," Wilson told him. He switched on the TV, and channel-hopped till he found a movie he wanted to watch. He turned the sound down and picked up the phone. "The next gag will let you eat what I feed you."

Wilson ordered a lavish meal for one from their favorite Chinese restaurant. A lavish meal for one, a sensible meal for two: House wouldn't know for sure if he was getting any of it.

Actually, Wilson quite enjoyed House stealing his food. Wilson could always punish him for it, and he liked the brazen way House did it. House never made clearer that he liked the structure Wilson gave him.

House had been wearing the gag for fifty minutes when the doorbell rang. Food delivery. Wilson stood up, leisurely, and smiled to see how House flinched and his eyes flickered, worried that he was going to be exposed. Someday, Wilson would like to arrange that for House: to have him on display, exposed like this.

Wilson paid the delivery man and tipped him: he came back to House with the bag of fragrant food, putting it down on the table beside him, and unstrapped the gag. House licked his lips and eyed Wilson, keeping his hands down. He didn't say anything. Wilson kissed him, tongue exploring House's mouth.

"I'm going to feed you," he assured House. "But you've got five minutes now till the next gag, and I think I'd like it if you asked me to make your ass red." He kissed House again. "Do you want to make me happy?"

"I ... " House swallowed. "Please."

Wilson nodded. "Do you want me to collar you?"

"Yes," House said, with more fervor.

Wilson nodded, his fingers on House's lips. "Then ask me."

"Please..." House sounded unconvinced. "Please spank me," he said. He didn't sound as if he meant it. Wilson frowned.

"Not very sincere," he said critically. "Over the table."

The narrower plug came out. Wilson lubed up the next-fatter one, and pressed it in. He grinned to see House quiver and jerk. "Filling you up," he promised House. "I want you like this, just like this, for the next hour." He sat House down on the table again. "Good," he said, watching House's eyes widen, feeling him shiver. The next gag had a tube mouthpiece that House's lips closed round readily. Wilson grinned at him and went over to the fridge. He'd stored a bag of liquid food there, and a funnel.

House was going to get fed. Wilson put the bag into the microwave for the set amount of time, and went back to the couch to open up his Chinese meal. He enjoyed the first carton of pork and rice with black bean sauce, watching House's eyes widen. When the microwave pinged, Wilson finished eating, and went back to the kitchen to get the bag and the funnel.

He loved the way House's eyes were wide and fixed on him. House's hands were quivering, flat on the table, as if House didn't dare move them in case he accidentally "safeworded". House's mouth was quivering around the gag. Muffled grunts came out.

"This is quite safe," Wilson promised, "so long as you swallow, steadily and continuously. If you have any difficulty, you're to safeword at once - I won't tolerate it if you put yourself at risk. Clear?"

House swallowed, nodded. Wilson put the funnel into the mouthpiece of the gag, and tipped House's head up, quite gently. He fitted the tip of the bag into the funnel. "Oh, good boy," he said, watching the warm liquid food rush into the funnel, and House start swallowing.

The liquid food was balanced, but tasted of nothing very much but a bland sweetness. A whole bag would give House a sensation of fullness in his stomach, without any sense of having eaten a meal. Oh this was good: this was even better than having House in the closet, knowing that he had House here beneath his hands, his mouth and throat filled with food Wilson had forced on him, his anus filled with a plug Wilson had stuffed him with. Wilson's lips parted in a grin: he was so aroused he found it unexpectedly hard to focus on keeping the funnel and bag upright, the flow even. When the bag was empty, he took the funnel out and bent over House, rubbing his stomach. House leaned into his touch, quivering.

"Good boy," Wilson murmured, tense with anticipation. "Oh you're such a good boy."

The gag's mouthpiece was wet with food. House stared at him, seemingly confused. Wilson wiped the outside of it clean with a towel, and buckled the collar on. House looked happier, as far as Wilson could tell, but still confused. Wilson moved the cartons out of the way, and unzipped his pants.

The food might get cold, but that was what microwaves were for. Wilson wanted to come, to watch House deal with a splatter of come in his face and on his body that he could not move his hands to wipe up. He owned House. He touched himself, watching House squirming, involuntarily, on the plug that filled him, a belly full of food Wilson had put there, his mouth gagged -

Wilson came.

After a few minutes, he tidied himself up. He smiled, watching House. There was a third gag he meant to try, but House still had to wear this one for twenty minutes or so. Time to relax and just enjoy his House. All his.

*tbc?*