Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. This is a work of erotic fan fiction. I claim no ownership of any characters in this fic; no depictions are meant as accurate reflections of the celebrities on which these characters are based. I have changed the situations so much that I think (hope!) this can be enjoyed without needing to know anything about the real people. I also claim no historical accuracy. Anachronisms abound for the sake of this depravity. Story codes: celeb, medic, slash, nosex ~~~~~~ Zayn didn't remember how he got into his room--in fact he was half-sure he passed out from the pain on the way in--but the next thing he knew, his eyes were fluttering open and Doctor Payne was standing over him. Groaning, he shifted, growling aloud as his reddened and sore bum rubbed against the starched sheets covering his cot. What made the doctor think putting Zayn on his back was a good idea? Groaning in pain, Zayn moved to roll over, but the doctor stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Doctor Payne," he muttered, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light. "Yes, I'm here." The doctor rubbed Zayn's shoulder in what Zayn hoped was a comforting manner. Zayn furrowed his brow. He'd never been spoken to in this soft tone before, and it confused the hell out of him. "Can I lay on my front, please, sir?" "Take care not to hurt yourself." Doctor Payne nodded, using his hands to help Zayn onto his stomach. The boy sighed in relief once he was situated, the tender skin on his bum thanking him for it. "I do not think you will remember, but I have applied a healing balm to your skin to prevent permanent scarring or damage. You will only suffer some discomfort sitting and walking for the next few days." Zayn grunted in response, too exhausted and in pain to do anything else at the moment. For a split second he feared a rebuke, but the doctor just continued to speak. "No more treatments for the rest of the day," he said, and Zayn wanted to cheer in relief. Instead he closed his eyes and listened to the rest. "Your meals will be brought to you in your room, so you will not have to leave. You may go to your exercise hour, though, if you wish." Zayn nodded. "Yes, please" he whispered. "I would like that. Thank you." The next thing he knew, the doctor was carding a hand through his hair, the way his mother used to when he was a child and had experienced a fright. "You may call me Liam, from now on." "Liam," Zayn repeated drowsily, eyes closing. The pain was starting to fade already, from a hot throbbing to a dull but persistent burn. "Sleep, Zayn." Doctor Payne--Liam--straightened out his coat and walked away. Zayn blinked several times, each motion of his eyelids heavier than the last, before he gave in to sleep. He awoke to the sound of his door opening and the nurse assigned to him, Leigh-Anne, walking in with a tray. "Hello, Zayn," she greeted him with a smile. "I've brought your lunch." The sound of food perked him right up, and he sat up carefully to see the sandwich and water he'd been brought. "Thank you." "You're welcome." She handed him the tray, and as he began nibbling on the sandwich she sat beside him. It had become something of a routine for them: she had always been friendly to him, so when they saw each other they paused for a short chat. "How are you feeling?" Zayn pulled a face, making her chuckle behind her hand. "Terrible," he said honestly. "Like I'll never be able to sit properly again." Leigh-Anne, for some reason, smiled. "May I tell you something secret?" Zayn nodded, eager to hear whatever she had to tell him. Perhaps it was about him, or about Doctor Payne. "I was with Hannah--you may know her as Nurse Walker--whilst the doctors discussed potential changes to your treatment regimens." Changes to the treatments? If Zayn weren't currently trying to swallow a bite of sandwich, surely his jaw would have dropped. "Did they decide anything?" The nurse nodded. "Doctor Styles had been adamant that you and Louis receive more, in his words, `hands-on' treatment. So Doctor Payne will be doing all of your treatments from now on. Doctor Styles will handle Louis on his own." Honestly, Zayn had expected much worse news. He didn't particularly like either doctor, but the brief episode after his public punishment had shown him a surprising side to Liam, a side that Zayn rather liked. If that was what he could expect from this `hands-on' treatment, then he wouldn't argue. "Why is that, though? Do they think we will, er, respond better somehow?" "Yes, to some degree. They believe that by taking you each on personally, they will be able to better gauge your individual responses and progress without having to constantly consult each other." Good. If Zayn were frank, Doctor Styles scared him. The man was almost always calm, in the way that made any anger even more terrifying. At Doctor Payne did not spare him any comment, whether it was positive or negative. "I suppose it could be worse. They could have extended my stay," he said, half to himself. "That is true. Are you feeling well enough to go outside for your exercise period?" Leigh-Anne asked him as she collected his empty plate. "Yes, please." He handed her his empty glass, setting it atop the tray. "Niall will be in to collect you presently." With that, he was left alone to squirm on his bum and wait for the blond man to come by. Niall confused him to no end. How could one be so cheery working in a place like this? He supposed it was the only way to keep sane. Niall came knocking and entering several minutes later. "Zayn! How are you feeling, lad?" "Alright, I suppose," Zayn said with a shrug, following as they set off. Louis, being a year older, lived on the floor above Zayn's, so he trotted up the stairs after Niall and down the hall to Louis' door. "Louis, it's time for your exercise period," Niall said, unlocking the door. Louis, looking rather sickly, stood unsteadily from his cot and joined them both as they started for downstairs. Zayn frowned. Louis appeared legitimately ill. "Hey, mate." He nudged Louis' elbow with his own, noting Louis' bowed head and the way he avoided looking at Zayn. "You alright?" Louis finally looked up, worry in his eyes. Zayn gave him a small smile and watched the relief wash other the other boy's face. "Yeah, are you?" "As alright as I can be. Doctor Payne is really nice when he wants to be, you know," Zayn replied in a hushed tone, as though they were sharing a secret. Louis' eyebrows rose. "He must really favour you. I don't think he likes me very much at all." Zayn shrugged. "Perhaps it will only be a short-lived thing whilst I am recovering. Doctor Styles would appear to favour you as well." Louis grimaced. "Favour me? No, I believe he actually enjoys watching me suffer." Zayn grimaced as well. Back home, he had heard his share of horror stories from boys who had been to nursing homes where some of the doctors had been downright sadistic. Doctor Styles hadn't seemed the type, but perhaps that was what lay under the creepy calm exterior. Secretly he was glad he would never have to see that doctor again. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad, only seeing Doctor Payne from now on. Outside, he was surprised to see, as he and Louis walked into the courtyard, the rest of the boys swarming them excitedly, chattering about how brave they had both been taking their punishments. "I would have cried like a baby!" exclaimed one. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Louis blushing and ducking his head in modesty, but accepting the praise all the same. Once the initial excitement passed, they scattered to continue on with the hour as usual. Zayn played a slower, gentler match against Louis and Aiden, and before long the only reminder of his ordeal was the residual pain in his backside. ~ From what the doctor had told him, Zayn was to be left mostly alone for the rest of the day, something he was glad for. The first week of being isolated for hours on end had made him a bit stir-crazy, but before long he associated it with peace and quiet--for the most part. The wooden frame stood, menacing, in the middle of the room, so obtrusively large that Zayn always had to walk around it to get anywhere if he wanted to pace. Having expected no visitors, he was surprised when the door opened about a half hour after Leigh-Anne brought him his dinner. Liam walked in, jacket unbuttoned and loose around his waist. "Hello, Zayn. How was the rest of your day?" he asked, his voice oddly warm. "Um, alright." Zayn leaned against the wall next to his cot, not wanting to sit down on his arse. "Good. Would you like to sit down?" The doctor took a seat on the end of the cot, motioning for Zayn to follow. Too afraid to disobey in case that was an order, Zayn sat, shifting gingerly in place. "I have spoken with Doctor Styles regarding your lapse in behaviour and whether we should change your treatments." Zayn gulped audibly. "I'm sorry, s--Liam," he mumbled. Liam gave him a hard look, and Zayn clamped his mouth shut while the doctor continued. "We have come to an agreement. From this point forward, I will be taking care of all of your treatments. Doctor Styles will do the same with Louis. This is to ensure the best personal care we can give you both, and we believe that one-on-one treatment will achieve that. For the next week, I will also add ten extra strokes to your corporal punishments as an ongoing lesson to you. Is that clear?" Zayn nodded. "Is that all, Liam?" he asked, then immediately regretted it. Great, he may as well have asked to be punished twice as often. But Liam only nodded in response. "Yes, that is all. Doctor Styles is taking a different approach to Louis' treatments, I believe he will be incorporating some aspects from today's punishment into the everyday treatments, but I do not believe I need to do that with you. Louis is...he can be very good when he wants to be, and very bad when he does not, and with him it is difficult to predict how he will behave. You, on the other hand," he said, words turning to caramel as he brought a hand up to softly cup the side of Zayn's face, "are not as, ah, unstable. I believe all you need is a reminder here and there." Zayn relaxed as the doctor caressed his cheek, finding comfort in the soft touch. He liked Louis very much, but the doctor wasn't completely wrong. Louis was something of a firecracker sometimes, and Zayn almost feared his friend might incur another public punishment before his stay was up if he wasn't careful. "Alright," he said, unsure how to respond to the backhanded compliment. "Your treatments will resume again in the morning." Liam stood without moving his hand, looking down at Zayn and blocking out the light behind him. Zayn had to tilt his head back at an uncomfortable angle to look at him, and then suddenly the doctor was kissing him full on the mouth. Shocked, Zayn gasped into the kiss, the parting of his lips only allowing Liam to deepen it and kiss him harder. Unsure if he should reciprocate, Zayn panicked, his mind going blank as he registered Liam's warm tongue licking into his mouth against his own. By the time the doctor pulled away, Zayn's eyes were wide, jaw dropped slightly and mouth shiny from spit. "Yes," Liam said thoughtfully. "We will get on just fine, I think." He patted Zayn's head like a dog, turned away, and then the door was shutting behind him with a loud click that echoed in the small room. Still bewildered, Zayn wiped his mouth with the back of his shaking hand. What was that for? Just when he thought his stay couldn't get any stranger, it had. Maybe he wasn't so sure about Doctor Payne after all.