damigella | Science Quest Camp (Reply)

Summary: Wilson's a sixteen-year old attending a medicine- and science-themed summer camp. House is a med intern earning some money as camp counsellor. Mostly an excuse for porn, of a very pervert kind.
Word Count: ~1200.
Warning: non-con, dub-con, explicit smut, underage sex, kink, BDSM. Both House and Wilson are OoC. On the other hand, nobody dies :-).
ETA: Important Note: "This is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to incite, encourage or advocate nonconsensual sex or sex with people below consent age in the real world."
Note: No activity of the kind depicted here takes place at any camp anywhere (or so I hope). This fic is inspired by the camp sick!wilson activity, and by

bironic's essay on consent issues, and especially by the sentence I've loved noncon and have had rape fantasies since as far back as I can remember. I couldn't resist exploring this, wrote a ficlet, the ficlet became a one-shot, and I'm still writing. It went beyond consent issues and way into BDSM, something which has also fascinated me since forever. I'll leave the first chapter (which has a ~~PG-13~~ NC-17 rating) public and hide the rest under an f-lock. So only the first chapter is part of the camp sick_wilson activities, although all chapters take place in a summer camp and include sick!wilson, with an accent on suffering!wilson.
Rating: ~~PG-13~~ NC-17 (thanks for the help!) this chapter, very hard R the rest
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the House, MD characters, which is good since I tend to kill them.

Chapter 1

Gregory House hated his father. Because his father insisted that he earn money for himself every summer - although he could very well afford to give him enough. On the other hand, Gregory could have had room and board for free at home, and it was his choice not to.

So he faced all the pimply-faced teenagers at Science Quest Camp with hidden hate, and started to teach them the basics of EMT. Although in theory all these kids were there because they dreamt of becoming doctors, he could see already that some were way too squeamish, and a few were decidedly dumb. He wondered how they had managed to fulfill the grade requirements to participate, and then decided he was probably happier not knowing.

As he had done the previous year, he finished the lecture with a life demonstration of CPR. He selected the cutest of the giggling sixteen-year-olds in front of him, and asked her to be his partner in the exercise. She turned beet red and said she was too shy. Two more girls returned the same answer, and a fourth looked positively offended that she wasn't asked. Finally, House asked the most attractive of the boys, a tall, lanky youngster with high cheekbones, a pale skin, too large hands and a dark unruly cowlick almost touching his thick eyebrows.

His eyes shone briefly as he stepped forward, then lay down on the yoga mat. House explained and demonstrated the chest compressions, then the mouth-to-mouth breathing, then did everything together, alternating it in the correct way. He then had the camp participants try, and this time there was no shortage of girls willing to give it a whirl, although a number of boys were also obviously interested; often House had to intervene, correcting details and occasionally giving one more demonstration. Was it his impression, or every time he repeated the mouth-to-mouth breathing the boy's tongue flicked his lips? He probably was getting bored and restless, he thought, and finished the lesson two minutes ahead of time. He hoped nobody had noticed which part of him had also become restless when the boy's tongue had happened to touch his own. Or when at the end the boy had held longer than necessary onto his hand, which he had been offered as help to stand up again, and looking straight into his eyes had said "Thank you so much, Dr. House," followed by his tongue quickly wetting his lips.

*****

The camp was mostly lab and theoretical work, interspersed with more usual activities like hikes, grilling, and the final fireworks.

House was both a counsellor and one of the two camp doctors, the other being like himself a med student doing her specialty at the nearby University clinic. They had had a drink together the evening before camp started but she had made it clear that she had a boyfriend at home - and anyway nothing really interested House in her, he just minded having to resort to DIY to deal with the frequent needs of his horny 26-year-old body. Such needs had become more frequent since camp had started, and it was all the fault of the damn boy with the charming smile.

*****

It all started on Tuesday afternoon, only a few hours after the CPR demonstration. House hadn't even lifted his eyes when he heard a timid knock. He threw a "Come in. What's your name and why are you here?" in the direction of the door and put away the porn magazine he was reading, readjusting somewhat the contents of his boxers without quite managing to hide it, it didn't matter since there was always a lab coat handy in the infirmary.

"Wilson. I… I burned myself." House looked this time and forgot about the lab coat. Wilson was standing in front of him, obviously in pain, a large wet stain on his right leg extending from an inch below the crotch to two inches above the knee. Quickly House grabbed the surgical scissors and cut away the pants, exposing a burn larger than his own hand. The boy looked ready to collapse with pain, and House steadied him by passing an arm around his shoulders and dragging him to the camp bed: there he just lifted him and made sure he lay down flat on his back.

"What did you burn yourself with?"

Wilson hissed in pain as House carefully removed the rest of the pants, exposing some interestingly-filled tighty whities, beautiful slender legs whose cream color was underlined by the dark hair on them, and the raging purple of the burn.

"I spilled some hot water. I'm… so clumsy. I'm sorry to waste your time like this, Dr. House."

There was a special quality in Wilson's pleading eyes that touched House in a very deep, hidden place. He thought about them as he collected the material he needed. He took a bit longer than necessary while he rehearsed the sentence, to check that it wasn't too strange.

"This will hurt a bit, Wilson." He started dressing the burn with an ointment to quiet the pain and prevent infections, and Wilson yelped in pain. "But you do deserve some punishment for your clumsiness, don't you?"

The gleam returned in Wilson's eyes, stronger than before. "Oh, yes, Dr. House. I definitely deserve punishment."

House kept applying the ointment, his fingers shaking from the contact with the boy's soft skin, all his willpower used in preventing his eyes and fingers from roaming up to the boy's tighty-whities covered crotch, and in structuring the next question.

"You know, when I was in camp at your age they still used spankings."

"Spankings?" House started with regret to bandage the burn, hiding so much beauty under strata of gauze.

"Yes. Bare-assed, too, for more serious rule-breaking."

Wilson gulped, his eyes widened, and his cock stood up, tenting the tighty-whities. Luckily he seemed unaware of that. "Really? What kind of rule-breaking?"

House looked at him, lowering his voice. "Anything which involved lack of respect for the counsellors, or religion. And whoever was punished had to thank afterwards."

Wilson gulped again and House hastened to add "Of course, any form of physical punishment is forbidden here. And in most camps nowadays."

The tighty whities showed now half-mast. "Of course. Can I have something to put on?"

House handed him a bathrobe. "You'll need to change the dressing once a day. Come anytime between 9am and 5pm, you'll find me or Dr Smythe."

Wilson's answer wasn't what House had expected. "Could you give me your schedule? I would be embarrassed to have a woman touch me… like that."

This time it was House's turn to gulp. He took his own schedule, made a xerox copy, and handed it wordlessly to Wilson, who put it in his shirt pocket.

House walked with him to the door, checking that he was fit enough to walk. "If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to call me anytime. I'm in hut 3B."

"Thank you so much, Dr. House. I… I still think you should punish me." And with those words, he close the door behind him, leaving House to deal as best he could with a now stone-hard erection.