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“Come in Chase.”
Chase walked into Dr. Houses office, closing the door behind him.
House was turned away, facing the window, so Chase couldn’t tell whether he was angry or not, but his voice conveyed it clearly enough.
“Dr. House, what seems to be the matter? You don’t sound very happy.”
Dr. House immediately swivelled round to face his blonde employee. Chases face was scrunched up in confusion and slight worry.
‘Oh don’t worry your pretty face. It’s nothing to do with you.” House snapped, slamming his hands down onto table.
Chases shoulders instantly sagged in relief but he tried not to show it on his face. House asked him to draw his privacy curtains.
Chase headed to the glass walls of Dr. Houses office and drew the blinds, leaving the room a little darker.
“Lock the door as well will you and then come stand by the desk.”
Chase did as he was told, getting more confused by the second, and finally came to stand by Houses desk, staring suspiciously at the older man.
Dr. House still looked a little annoyed but not too annoyed, as he began rubbing his bottom lip with his fore finger. His keen eyes raked slowly over Chases body, not caring at all that his protege was squirming under his hard gaze. He sighed.
“I’ve been given what looks like a fetish sex object, and I need to try it on a male between 25 and 30. Can you help me?”
Chase balked. His ears quickly went red. He grabbed at his tie and stood back from Dr. Houses desk, trying to gather what was left of professionalism in the room, and think of an appropriate response.
At the third iteration of open-close mouth from Chase, Dr. House interjected with some more helpful information to elucidate the situation.
“Apparently there’s a new technique for prostate stimulation that helps younger male patients relax during prostrate exams. And might even get them to frequent them more. If you help me increase male prostate exam turnouts we’d be stars! And you’d be first on the list for a promotion.”
Dr. House waggled his eyebrows suggestively, leaning forward.
Chase still stood with his hand on his tie. It suddenly felt suffocating. After a moment, he had calmed down enough that he could speak comprehensibly.
“Dr. House… you want me to help you… test out a new prostate massager?”
“Chase I’m sure you were quicker when I hired you. When did you begin experiencing mental decline?’
Chase sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. That sarcasm definitely helped bring him down to Earth. Dr. House seemed to be in his right mind, so this was no joke.
“Dr. House, this is borderline unethical and pretty unprofessional. You can’t ask me-“
“To help test a new medical procedure?” House interjected, sitting back. He had his one eyebrow raised in a serious look, and Chase swallowed. He tried his best to appear unfazed but they both knew that was fake.
“… what do you mean exactly?” Chase started, hoping to god it didn’t mean Dr. House was going to stick his fingers in his butt. He cringed hard thinking about it, but his dick twitched, and that made him even more nervous.
“Oh calm down you wombat, I’m not gonna stick my fingers in your butt. Unless you want me to of course.”
Chase tried to huff a laugh in response but it ended up coming out a choke.
Dr. House reached into his drawer and took out an unopened black box, placing it on the table in front of him. He then snapped on a pair of latex gloves.
“It won’t be bare fingers at least. Can you drop your pants and bend over that bed.” He nodded towards his personal examination bed in the far corner.
“Dr. House I didn’t agree to anything yet!” Chase blurted out in a blind panic. How in the world did it come to this? Was he going to get fired if he didn’t comply? But that promotion… he really really wanted that promotion.
Dr. House stood up, humming a tune under his breath. He grabbed the black box and moved towards Chase.
“Why me? Why not Foreman?” Chase began hopelessly, walking backwards until the back of his thighs hit the patient bed. His heart rate doubled and he felt himself sweat.
“Weren’t you listening to anything I said? Males between 25-30. Youngest doctor in the practise can be a good thing sometimes.” House smiled widely. Somehow it was more a criticism than a compliment.
Chase felt his heart rate speed up rapidly. He held up his hands and stuttered: “Dr. House I really don’t think I can do this-“
“Dr. Chase, there’s no one here but you and me. What are you embarrassed about? As a doctor you should know the benefits of a prostate exam, and you’re going to get a free one by the best doctor in the hospital! Besides, you have doctor patient confidentiality, so turn around and shuck down your pants.” Dr. House had clearly run out of patience, and Chase could see he wasn’t going to let him out without a fight. And Dr. House was incredibly good at making his point.
With the last bits of his excuses withering up on his tongue, Chase reluctantly turned around and took off his white coat, carefully folding it and placing it on the bed.
Dr. House was right. At least no one could see them. And, besides, if there’s one thing he trusted, it was for Dr. House to keep a secret. Heck, the man had hid that Chases father was dying for months.
Dr. House was silent behind him, fiddling with the box. Chase unbuckled his belt, and slowly slid his black suit pants down his hips and over his butt. Once they were around his thighs, he hooked two fingers on the elastic of his boxers and slid them down just over his ass. He couldn’t make himself pull them all the way down. He swallowed thickly as he felt the cool breeze of Dr. Houses air conditioner on his pale cheeks.
He then leaned forward over the edge of the bed to rest his upper body on his elbows, just like he’d instruct his patients. There was no way about it, it was embarrassing as hell, but incredibly necessary.
Dr. House let out a low whistle.
Chase cringed.
“I always suspected you had a nice ass under those loose slacks, but this takes the cake. Literally,” Dr. House began, shuffling around behind Chase. He moved Chases dress shirt further up his back.
“Can we just get this over with?” Chase snapped, thankful his red face was hidden from Dr. Houses view.
“Of course of course,” Dr. House replied, pretending to pander to Chase as he lubed up his gloved fingers. He placed the now open black box next to Chases head. It was empty inside. Chase felt his stomach clench.
“Ok you know the gist, this procedure is gentle and harmless, so I urge you to relax, blah blah blah, I’m lubing you up now sweet cheeks,” Dr. House rattled off quickly, lubing up his fingers.
“I’d rather you not call me- ah!” Chase was not prepared for the press of Dr. Houses cold fingers pressing, just shy of forcefully, into his hole. He immediately tensed.
“Call you Sweet cheeks? Ok, how about cupcake?” He continued aggravatingly, waiting for Chase to relax enough to breach the tight pink ring of muscle of the younger man’s asshole.
“Just relax Chase baby, it’s gonna feel great,” Dr. House teased, placing an unexpected hand on Chases lower back.
All of a sudden, this felt strangely more intimate.
Before Chase could collect his thoughts enough to retort, he felt Dr. Houses probing fingers delve into his ass proper. This elicited a small whimper from him, the intrusion regrettably foreign.
“And we are in,” Dr. House narrated, his voice beginning to lose its heavy touch of sarcasm and making way for the faint edge of arousal. “Ok Chase, I really need you to relax, I’m losing blood flow in my fingers here.”
When had Chase clenched his hands into tight fists? He unfurled them and placed the sweaty palms down beside his head. He closed his eyes and counted to 10, trying to relax himself as much as possible.
“Ahh there we go,” Dr. House breathed out , sinking his impossibly long fingers deeper into Chase. Chase tried to stop himself from clenching as he felt the fingers glide across his walls, going deeper and deeper, looking for that light switch that would ignite fireworks in his body.
He almost shook with muted anticipation.
“Ok, I think you’re ready for a second finger sweetheart, here I go.” Dr. House pulled his finger all the way out and added a second along side it. The stretch was more pronounced, but Chase could take it.
Chase could taste a faint amount of blood from his lip. He let his bottom lip fall from his teeth and instead scrunched his eyes shut tightly, trying to both relax and keep his arousal at bay. Dr. House still hadn’t found his prostate yet but-
“Ah!” Chase blurted out suddenly, shifting against the bed. He blinked rapidly, his cock swelling up regardless of his efforts. That was definitely his prostate.
“We have a winner Houston!” Dr. House declared obnoxiously. And of course he began delving back in, honing in on that spot with the pads of his fingers, stimulating the bundle of nerves a bit more before actually examining it professionally. Or so he claimed he was doing.
“Dr. House please don’t- AH! Wait!-“ Chase couldn’t stop his voice, the moan and whimpers pressed out of him in time with Dr. Houses fingers.
The unrelenting bastard.
“Sorry Chase what was that?” Dr. House asked, leaning forward over Chases back, the pads of his fingers now lightly stroking Chases prostate.
Chase squirmed, his body temperature skyrocketing as his now hard cock leaked uncomfortably in the front flap of his boxers.
“Is it a bit much now? It is isn’t it? That’s alright i’ve prepped you enough, it’s time for the main course.” Chase could swear that he detected an evil smirk on Dr. Houses face.
But before he could string some coherent thoughts together, Dr. Houses fingers disappeared from his hole with a wet pop. If Chase wasn’t already flushed from head to toe, he would have gone up 3 extra shades.
“This is a bit of a thick one, but you’re a good boy Dr. Chase, I know you can take it.”
Oh god. Chase outright moaned into the bedspread beneath him, the ‘good boy’ comment sending him reeling. His cock was painfully hard now, an obscene tent forming in the front of his boxers. He canted his hips forward slightly to rub against the edge, stuttering as he was met with some relief. He pressed his hot cheek into the thin mattress, his eyes closed as he waited for an embarrassing comment from Dr. House.
“Wow… that was hot. You have a little boy kink huh? Loved it when Daddy praised you? Called you his good boy when you brought home good grades?”
Chase moaned out loud, his hips rubbing his cock more frantically against the beds edge, before Dr. House all of sudden pressed a wide blunt object at his hole.
Chase felt a wet streak against his cheek and realised he was drooling. His eyelashes fluttered as the object began stretching him impossibly wide. So wide it almost hurt. But he didn’t want to dissapoint Daddy, so he clenched his fists and relaxed himself.
“You’re doing great sweetheart. Just relax those muscles.”
Chase could do nothing but focus on Dr. Houses voice, willing his body to open up for the larger intrusion. He could do this.
And sure enough, finally the head went in, the ongoing stretch giving out to a long, deep impatient stroke towards his prostate. The object seemed almost molded just for him.
Dr. House watched Chase visibly shake, and withdrew the large, thick object slightly, re inserting it again after a moment even deeper into his ass.
Not even in Dr. Houses wildest dreams did he think he would get to see Chase honest to god fucking himself on the thick, black, dildo now wedged deep inside him. If he turned slightly to the side, he would see a hard, leaky cock and that was just wonderful.
Dr. House timed the thrust of the dildo to Chases rocking hips and slowly dug deeper each time, listening to Chases whimpers turn into desperate groans, his fists clenched, knuckles white.
“You’re doing great Chase, just hang in there, this object is supposed to provide the most sensitive test yet on the prostate.”
Chase didn’t respond. Instead he angled his hips to push the dildo the rest of the way in, finally pressing it against the delicious bundle of nerves and drawing out the most wanton moan Chase had produced yet.
Dr. House grinned mischievously, deciding to test something out. Making sure to press right at Chases prostrate, he flicked the vibration switch on the dildo, and said, his voice low:
“Whose Daddy’s little whore, fucking him self on this thick dildo? Do you think you can come without anyone touching your little cock?”
Chase cried out, his orgasm hitting him like a gut punch, as his cock twitched ropes of cum all over his boxers and the edge of the bed.
His entire body felt like it was lit on fire, his mind silent, and the ringing in his ears deafening. He couldn’t stop his legs from shaking as Dr. House chuckled and eased off his prostate. Chase wanted nothing but to hit him and/or cry.
“I honestly can’t say I’m surprised about your little kink, you’ve got Daddy’s boy written all over you.”
Once Chase stopped shaking and could form a coherent sentence, he stuttered: “Fuck you.”
“No we are fucking you remember?” Dr. House shot back, removing the dildo.
Chase felt all his energy leave him at the same time, his body slumping against the bed. His ass clenched around nothing and suddenly he felt used.
“Ok kiddo, thanks for the help, I’ve got all the data I need, feel free to get dressed and head out. Tissues are on your left.”
Chase heard Dr. House shuffle back and limp towards his desk, the black box next to Chases head gone. Chase winced as he reached for the tissue and began wiping the front of his boxers. He wiped the lube dripping out of his ass and he wiped the cum on the edge of the bed. He pulled his pants up, the last of his orgasm haze clearing with every movement.
He finally zipped up his fly, grabbed his coat and strode over to Dr. Houses desk, his heartbeat picking up again, but for a different reason this time.
“You tricked me.”
“What?”
“You told me I was helping you test something but you just wanted to humiliate me and find out my kinks.”
Dr. House burst out laughing. He turned one of his monitors towards Chase and Chase could see a data graph displaying a 3D map of a prostate. His prostate.
“Uploaded from this nifty device,” Dr. House pointed towards the dark, dildo like object sitting on a bed of tissues and wired into the computer.
“As much as I did have a little fun at your expense, I was trying to collect data. And besides, who doesn’t have a bit of a daddy kink?”
Chase felt ever so slightly relieved but made it a point that he was still annoyed with Dr. House, so he turned and headed towards the door, trying to pick up the shattered pieces of his professionalism along the way.
“If anyone finds out what we did, I’ll sue you for sexual harassment,” Chase finally replied as he reached the door.
“Good night to you too sweet cheeks.”
The door slammed closed.