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Chase can tell a crowd has formed. Even with the blindfold obstructing his view, his temporarily heightened hearing has clocked the sea of people in the dungeon below. He takes a deep breath and feels himself relax, the fact that he’s on display only helping to turn his brain off further.
He’s been suspended in the air for almost thirty minutes now, his hands and feet bound by his Dom in an elaborate Shibari fashion and hoisted up for all to see.
He had known within the first hour of his day at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital that he was going to need this. Since the Vogler incident, House has been working Chase to the bone. Administrative tasks, meaningless work, pointless errands, anything but his actual job. And he deserves every bit of it. That’s the worst part. He knows he deserves it and that’s why he does it without question, knowing it’s never going to be enough.
House never praises him anyway, and certainly won’t now, yet there still isn’t anything he won’t do for the man. Chase knows he’s pathetic, as do his colleagues, but it doesn’t matter. He’ll take his punishment and do whatever House asks in hopes that he’ll be forgiven.
However, today had been rough. The mindless tasks were screwing with his head and making him question his skills as a doctor. Chase began to wonder if this was just an excuse for House to pull him out of the field and have him do something useful for once. Logically, he knows it’s not true, but his need for praise and approval combined with his feelings for the man have started to make him take this punishment personally.
He had made a quick call to his Dom that morning as soon as he had a few seconds, and they had decided on a time and scene. Chase needed to stop thinking, to have someone else in control and the other man was more than happy to oblige.
Chase and his Dom met six months prior at Vault 13, a local underground fetish club. They had negotiated a scene together and come to an agreement. The two were not dating, harbored no romantic feelings for each other, and rarely saw each other outside of the club. They opted to do scenes either out in the public dungeons or in the privacy of the provided bedrooms.
Sometimes they went for weeks without seeing each other due to their respective busy schedules. Chase knew the older man was in an open marriage, and his Dom knew of his profession, but they knew nothing else of each other’s personal lives. They also rarely referred to each other by name. Chase was to refer to the former as ‘Sir’ or ‘Dom’ while Dom had a number of nicknames for Chase based on the scene.
Dom had organized for a town car to pick Chase up at his apartment that night and escort him to Vault 13. He had been told to wear a pair of skintight leather pants that Chase knew hugged his ass deliciously, along with a sheer black crop top. The clothes wouldn’t be on his body for long, but he knew based on the looks he got upon entering the club that he looked fantastic.
The hungry gazes from the other patrons had come as no surprise. Chase can admit he has self-image issues, but he knows he’s attractive. Soft blonde curls, innocent blue eyes, gorgeous figure, all paired with the outfit he had on made him look like sex personified.
Within moments, a large warm hand had gripped his shoulder, indicating Dom had already been there waiting for him. He felt relieved at the speed at which the other man had found him, saving him from having to interact with anybody else when talking was the last thing he wanted to do. The simple display of ownership let anybody who was nearby know that Chase was off limits, and the most they could do was watch. And tonight, they would.
Chase had glanced up to meet the taller man’s intense gray eyes. His dark hair was neatly styled with gel and mousse and his five o’clock shadow was creeping in. Tonight, he donned a fitted black suit with a black tie, slacks, and dress shoes. Everything about his air screamed ‘dominant’ and everyone in the vicinity knew it.
His Dom had guided him to the open dungeon that had already been prepped with a long rope threaded through the ceiling suspensions. A spanking bench also sat off to the side, and Chase’s stomach had turned queasy at the thought of what the night had in store. It was a good kind of queasy though, he had noted. Exciting anticipation as opposed to dread or some kind of gastroenteritis.
A small crowd had already gathered with the expectation of their scene being one of the evening’s main events. As they frequented the club, they had more than a few regulars who were eager to watch their scenes. Plus, the show Dom had made of walking Chase to the dungeon with such an air of dominance and purpose always attracted the attention of people in the social area, some of which ended of following them.
Dom had walked him to the middle of the dungeon and run through the rules and expectations of the scene. He had Chase go over his safe words and how to indicate he wanted to stop if he was unable to speak. After going through everything, they were ready to begin.
With Chase facing the crowd, Dom positioned himself behind him and carefully tied a silk blindfold over his eyes. Chase had felt himself relax as soon as his vision was gone, already beginning his descent into subspace.
Chase felt the older man slide his hands underneath his shirt, taking a moment to tease one of his nipples before sliding the delicate garment off. Chase couldn’t help but let out a light moan at the contact. He slowly ran his large hands down Chase’s torso, stopping when he got to his pants.
Dom undid the metal clasps and zippers of the pants before he removed them entirely, leaving Chase standing in nothing but a pair of lace black panties. Chase’s half-hard cock strained against the flimsy fabric, and within seconds those too had been stripped away.
The next thing he had felt were warm lips on his neck while a hand traced down his toned abdomen and landed on inner thigh. Chase let out another moan as Dom sucked at a hickey into his neck, positioning it expertly so it would be hidden by his lab coat and dress shirt, but not by anything else.
With Chase’s breathing slightly elevated, Dom stepped aside and allowed the crowd to admire him. This action indicated that a good crowd had formed, but he didn’t know for sure, and he was glad not to. Tonight, all he had to worry about was obeying. Being a good boy.
“Such a good little pet,” his Dom had purred, the praise going straight to Chase’s cock, “Are you ready to continue?”
Chase whimpered, knowing it wouldn’t be enough of a response but trying it out anyway. Words were becoming harder to form.
“You know I need your words, sweet, now let’s try again.” Fingers laced through his hair and pulled his head back, earning another strangled whimper from Chase’s lips.
“Yes sir,” He managed, and felt the hand release Chase let out a shaky breath as Dom praised him once again, his voice moving further away.
After a few minutes, Dom stepped back into his space and began the intricate process of tying Chase up. The man was a genius when it came to Shibari, and Chase loved the feeling of relinquishing what little control he had left.
By the time he was finished, Chase’s arms were bound behind his back, his legs tied together at the thigh, feet bound higher to the suspension, and he was hanging in the air with his stomach facing the ground. Aside from the binds, the rope had been tied in intricate knots down his body and around his legs, leaving his now fully erect cock on display.
It was there that Chase currently sat, tumbling deep into subspace with all the stress from his day now a distant memory. House was occasionally popping into his thoughts, betraying him with fantasies of the older man being the one to tie him up and call him a good boy. Chase swallows those down and pushes them to the farthest depths of his brain, ashamed to even be thinking things like that when the man clearly holds so much disdain for him.
When Chase hears Dom moving things around nearby, he knows this portion of the scene is coming to an end. This is one of his Dom’s favorite ways to ease Chase into subspace when the younger man has had a hard day; allowing him to hang there bound while his mind slowly lets go of all the scrutiny and hardships.
The sound of something moving across the floor confirms Chase’s suspicions that the spanking bench is being moved front and center. It’s something that they use in scenes when Chase wants to feel punished for something in his personal or professional life.
He already feels plenty punished at work by House, but this allows him to feel like he’s paying some sort of penance. House will never allow him to feel like he’s made up for what he’s done. One day the harsh tasks will just stop, and things will return to normal with no indication that House is satisfied or has forgiven him. And while nothing can replace House’s forgiveness, this allows him to get some form of relief.
Chase starts to feel himself being lowered to the ground when warm arms wrap around his body and undo the knots binding his limbs. Dom murmurs soft praises to him as he frees Chase from the ropes before gently placing him face down on the spanking bench. He tightens the leather cuffs around his hands and ankles, tight but not enough to cut off his circulation.
“Color?” His Dom asks lowly, tracing his fingers along Chase’s exposed ass cheeks.
“Green, sir,” Chase answers, distantly noting how broken he already sounds.
After a few seconds, Dom’s hand is replaced by cool leather. By the feeling of it, Chase can tell it’s a flogger. He moans into the bench, anticipating what’s about to happen. A hand grabs his hair and forces his head to the side, most likely towards the crowd, so his sounds aren’t stifled by the bench.
“Count for me, pet. You’re getting twenty.”
“Yes sir.”
The first blow is sharp against his left ass cheek. Chase counts it out, thankful he’s only getting twenty. The second one comes down harder and his count is combined with a loud whimper. He knows it will only be a matter of time before he’s full-on sobbing.
By the tenth, he’s been proven right. He sobs out his count after the harsh blow, his ass painfully raw. His cock strains against the bench, no doubt in a puddle of precum. It takes all his strength to not start rubbing off on it.
Chase feels Dom running his hands through his hair, scratching his scalp comfortingly. “You’re doing such a great job my pet, think you can do ten more for me?”
The opportunity he’s being given to safe word out of the final ten tells Chase all he needs to know about the state of his ass. It’s likely bloody and bruised and the thought of ten more on top of it forces another sob out of his mouth.
Though he’s grateful for the offer, Chase needs the final ten. He can handle it. Both him and Dom know he can. If he couldn’t there wouldn’t even be an option to safe word out. The other man would just end this part of the scene here and now.
“Yes sir,” Chase gasps, finally giving in and grinding his cock on the bench. He’s desperate for friction, but the wetness surrounding him doesn’t give him any satisfaction. Dom chuckles and comments on how cute he is, desperately humping the bench. However, he doesn’t degrade him any further. This is not the scene for that.
When the spanks resume, they’re even more brutal than the first ten. By the final one, Chase is outright wailing. Tears are streaming down his face, soaking the blindfold around his eyes and most likely the bench as well. It’s hard to tell where the bench is wettest, up by his face or down by his painfully hard cock.
He hears Dom set down the flogger and move another large-sounding piece of furniture. He walks around to where Chase’s head is and starts running his hands through his hair again. The praises fall off his tongue with ease as he massages the scalp of his sobbing Sub. Chase’s chest feels warm with every word he says.
He did it. He’s a good boy. He’s finally done something right.
Dom undoes the leather restraints on his hands and ankles, but he stays put, waiting for an order to move. Instead, Dom picks him up with ease and carries him over to what Chase assumes is a chair.
He sits first before lowering Chase onto his lap, careful to make the impact on his ass as painless as possible. He winces at the contact, but the majority of the pain subsides once he’s in place.
Chase’s back is pressed up against Dom, his head leaning back on the other man’s shoulder. Soon his legs are forced apart, exposing his cock, slick with precum.
“You’ve got quite the audience tonight, pet, would you like to see?” Dom hums, bringing one of his hands up to tease his nipples again. Chase whimpers out something of an affirmation.
The blindfold is removed and tossed to the side. Chase blinks a few times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the low lights of the dungeon. Dom is right; there’s well over seventy spectators in the crowd. Knowing so many people watched him get spanked and are about to watch him come turns him on even more.
His eyes glaze over the crowd before something, no, someone catches his eye. There, standing at the front of the crowd leaning on his cane, is the last person Chase wants to see right now. House.
Chase lets out an alarmed gasp and his entire body jerks upon seeing the man. Dom wraps his arms tight around him to keep him steady, clearly thrown off by Chase’s reaction. House is here. Watching him. How long has he been here?
Chase’s breaths become shorter and faster as shame washes over him. The only person he’s ever idolized and has desperately been fighting his attraction to has now seen him in the most humiliating and vulnerable position. Any hope Chase had of ever earning the man’s respect has gone out the window. Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if he's fired after this.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Dom asks, his voice calm and careful like he’s talking to an injured animal, “What’s your color?”
“Yellow,” Chase chokes out, and Dom immediately closes Chase’s legs. “That’s my boss. With the cane.”
“Shh, everything is okay. We can stop right now. I’ll end the scene,” Dom soothes, caressing his skin in an attempt to comfort him. “Is that what you need?”
“I, I…” Chase stammers, very aware that he’s still rock hard. Some twisted part of him finds it sickeningly arousing that House is watching him.
“He’s been here the whole time. Moved to the front as soon as the blindfold went on. His eyes haven’t left you once,” Dom tell him, continuing to talk so only he can hear.
Chase lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a sob. House has seen everything, and the fact that he hasn’t left means something either very good or very bad. Either he’s somehow enjoying this, or he’s here to gather evidence for blackmail. Something he can hold over Chase’s head to make him even more miserable.
“He’s hard,” Dom adds. Chase gulps, unable to fight his arousal anymore. He’s too deep in subspace, even with the jarring realization, to make the decision to stop. This is his scene. His safe place. The damage has already been done, and if House wants a show, he’ll give him a damn good one.
“Green,” Chase whispers, and Dom hesitates for a moment.
“Are you sure?” He asks.
“Positive, Sir. Green.” Chase repeats, and with that his legs are forced open once more, revealing how turned on he still is. Dom finally wraps his hand around Chase’s cock, and he nearly starts crying again from the contact.
“That’s who you imagine is touching you isn’t it? In your fantasies, it’s him fucking you instead of me,” Dom whispers, slowly beginning to stroke the length. Chase’s whimper is all the confirmation he needs. He grabs his Sub’s face with his free hand and forces him to look at House.
Aside from the initial quick glance, Chase hasn’t so much as turned his head in his boss’s direction. He isn’t prepared for what he sees.
They immediately make eye contact. House’s face is stoic, focusing intently, like he does when they’re stuck on a case. His eyes are dark and hungry, pupils so large he can hardly see any blue. And he is indeed hard. The outline of cock is straining against his jeans, the sheer size of it sending Chase’s already mushy mind into a spiral.
“He wants you. He’s wanted you this whole night. I can tell,” Dom breathes, continuing to stroke Chase’s cock painfully slow. He moans, bucking his hips to try and force more friction, his eyes never leaving House’s.
“Don’t you dare look anywhere but at him. Imagine he’s the one holding you. Imagine he’s the one making you come,” Dom growls, finally picking up the pace. Chase’s moans become louder as he thrusts his hips up in time with his strokes.
House looks ravenous, like he wants to devour Chase right there. There’s no mistaking it, the look on the man’s face is one of pure want. He wonders what he looks like right now from House’s point of view. He figures he looks absolutely wrecked.
Dom starts jerking faster and Chase feels himself start to get close. The hand is still holding Chase’s face, forcing him to keep looking at House, though at this point nothing short of the building collapsing could get his gaze off his boss.
As he gets close to his release, he finally heeds Dom’s words and imagines it’s House’s lap he’s sitting on, Houses hand wrapped around him, jerking him to a powerful orgasm while telling him how perfect he is.
“Come for me, pet. Come for him.” Dom orders, and that’s enough to send Chase over the edge. He comes with a moan loud and high enough to rival a porn star. Thick white ropes coat the floor and Dom’s hand as he rides out his orgasm, legs shaking with ecstasy.
He finally allows his eyes to close as Dom brings his hand up to Chase’s mouth, ordering him to lick it clean. He does so without hesitation.
When he’s done, the older man turns him around in his lap, so his back is to the crowd and his legs straddle him. Chase lets his head rest in the crook of Dom’s neck, the adrenaline finally wearing off and a wave of tiredness enveloping him. Praises are being uttered into his ear as Dom stands, guiding Chase’s legs to wrap around his waist as he starts walking to the nearest private room.
Somewhere distant Chase can feel Dom’s own erection pressed against his thigh and makes a note to offer to take care of it. The other man doesn’t always come during their scenes, so Chase offering a standard part of their aftercare.
They enter the private room, and the door closes behind them. Chase is gingerly set down on the bed and a bottle of water is placed next to him. Hushed words promise to return soon, but the dungeon needs to be cleaned up.
The door opens and closes again with Dom’s exit and Chase drifts. His brain is trying to make sense of everything that just happened, but his mind is too fuzzy. The only thought he can form is wondering if House is still out there.
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After what could’ve been five minutes or an hour, the opens again and Dom comes back in. He walks to the nightstand and opens Chase’s untouched water bottle before holding it to his lips.
“Drink,” He commands, and Chase obeys. The cool liquid feels good on his throat which he now realizes is raw from crying.
After he finishes the bottle, they proceed with their standard aftercare. Dom starts gently massaging Chase’s shoulders, which he now realizes are sore from being tied up.
“You did fantastic tonight. I’m so proud of you.” Dom praises. “Did you enjoy it?”
“I did. Thank you. You did a great job as well. I loved everything.” Chase’s voice is barely above a whisper, but he needs his Dom to know how good of a job he did too. “I’m sorry about that part at the end.”
“Don’t apologize for that. I can’t imagine what that was like for you.” Dom is quiet for a moment, “He asked about you when I went back out to clean up.” Chase’s gut either sinks or soars. He can’t tell.
“He wanted to make sure I as giving you proper aftercare.” He continues. Something about that hits him like a train. It’s a both indicator that House cares about him on some level, and that he’s no stranger to the BDSM scene. He wants to explore those thoughts further, but his cloudy brain can’t focus on anything for longer than a few seconds.
After finishing the massage, Dom prompts Chase to stand so they can go take a shower. He gingerly washes the open wounds on Chase’s ass, which there are thankfully only a few of. They wash each other bodies and Dom takes Chase up on his offer to get him off.
Once they’re finished, Chase lays face down on the bed while Dom puts antiseptic on his ass and bandages the cuts. Afterwards, he helps Chase dress in the sweatpants and oversized sweatshirt that he brought for after the scene. His original clothes are bagged up for him to take when they’re finished.
They cuddle together on the bed, eating the snacks Dom provided and hydrating in comfortable silence. Once Chase finishes his third bottle of water, the other man gently nudges him and asks if he’s ready to go. Chase nods sleepily.
Once they’re ready, Dom guides Chase out of the room and through the club much like he did at the beginning of the night. Chase’s eyelids are half-closed as he walks, but he can tell the club has cleared out. It’s gotten quite late so it’s no surprise.
Once they reach the car, Chase is buckled into the seat and they drive to his apartment in silence, mostly due to Chase falling asleep against the window almost instantly.
As soon as they get inside, Chase stumbles to his room and collapses on his bed. Dom covers him with a blanket and sets a glass of water and two ibuprofen on the nightstand.
“Acetaminophen,” Chase mumbles into the pillow.
“Hm?”
“I was bleeding. Give me acetaminophen.” Chase says sleepily. The older man chuckles before going to replace the pills.
“There’s a message on your answering machine. Someone called and said to take the day off tomorrow.” He informs Chase as he sets the pills down.
Chase opens his eyes and stares at him, “Was it him?”
“Yes.” Dom replies without hesitation, pulling Chase’s covers up to his chin. “He was still there when we left. I think he wanted to make sure you were okay.”
If Chase were five percent more awake and not fucked out of his mind, he could make something of that statement. However, it would have to wait until morning.
“Call me when you wake up and let me know how you’re doing.” Dom tells him with a hint of a smile in his voice. “Goodnight Robert.”
“Goodnight, Sir.” Chase replies, drifting off to sleep as the words leave his mouth. The last thing he hears is his front door opening, closing, and locking. The last thing on his mind is House’s intense gaze, and how things will never be the same.