It’s interesting to watch Chase watching him. It’s clear that this isn’t the first time he’s been in this situation by the way he’d unblinkingly walked into it, but at the same time it doesn’t seem like it’s been recent. The fact that he’s here at all tells him that this isn’t something that Cameron’s into, and House could have told Chase that before the two of them had ever slept together. She may seem like she’s the type on the surface, in control and often controlling, but that’s not what she’s looking for. House wonders how long it’s really been since Chase had this, since he was able to find someone to give him this. Not since Cameron, because if he had, he’d have sought there first, just pushed House away after the whiskey stunt and gone to find that familiar person. Maybe. Unless the prospect of House being perhaps willing to step in and hurt him was more of a draw than tracking down someone he’d been with before. Both are interesting. The former says that for whatever reason, he hasn’t gone looking for this, maybe tried to tell himself he didn’t need it. The latter said that he was right, that Chase wanted him, and that would mean it was more than likely he would beg to be fucked.

Hell, it doesn’t even hinge on just that. To look at Chase is to know that he wants him. House watches him when he speaks, and when he said his name, called him a bad boy, he’d given himself away with something that would be subtle to anyone else. A slight dilation of his eyes and a startled upward gaze like he wondered if he’d been caught, wondered if House saw. For some people, this can be completely separate from sex, but House knows that it’s sexual for Chase. He can see it as much as he can feel it in the air around Chase, in the way he shivers to watch him let the chains caress his palms, and he’d felt it too in how he reacted to House’s still clothed body pressed against him as he tied him tight.

“-yet,” he adds without much pause. He doesn’t beg - yet. But he will. Maybe not to be fucked - maybe House is wrong (though he thinks he’s not) - but even if he is, he’ll still beg him to stop or beg him for more.

House stands, then, and he leaves the cane leaning against the foot of the bed, and moves over to Chase, around behind him. He could easily just turn him, move him how he’d like him, but he wants him to have a view of the bed and the lube sitting there, inches from the paddle and his strewn clothes. Wants him thinking about what’s yet to come. Thinking about the fact that House knows he’d purchased lube for tonight when he’d been sent in with the specific instruction to buy things for House to use on him.

House grabs the rope above Chase’s hips and holds tight to stop the slight, subtle swaying caused by how he keeps testing the ropes, and when he’s motionless again, he lets go. Then his hand moves over Chase’s ass without warning, right hand over the left cheek and he rubs slow and obscenely towards that rope that’s snug between his cheeks, drags a fingertip up alongside it just because he can. Because there’s no way he’s being given this opportunity and not going to grope him thoroughly. And then he spanks him, bare handed. It’s not too hard, but it’s not gentle either. He layers blows over both cheeks, back and forth, because Chase may have bought him toys to use but he’d never said that was all he wanted. And this isn’t all about him, either. This is about punishment, it’s about pushing him, making it hurt, making him feel it.

Then he stops, and there’s a cool, shivery sensation as the chains just caress over his bare ass, warm from the introductory working over he’d just had. He’s teasing him. And then that first strike comes to one cheek, and then the other, back and forth. He starts relatively light, but he’s quickly beginning to land it harder.