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 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, humil, medic, bd, enem, slash, span, exhib

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   Louis absolutely hated Saturdays.

   Saturdays were infamous in the Tomlinson household for two reasons.  The
first was that, per the doctor's orders, he and his four sisters all
received several enemas, to encourage healthy and regular bowel movements.
A nurse would come to administer these each week; Louis had a sneaking
suspicion that the current nurse, whom they had had for about two or three
years, couldn't be more than seven or eight years older than himself. 
Louis had grown to not hate the enemas as fervently as he had when he was
younger, but he still squirmed just at the thought of the vile concoctions,
water and soap and sometimes castor oil, being forced into him with the
long, thick nozzles.

   He hated the second purpose of Saturdays more, which was that of
`punishment day.' If any of the children misbehaved during the week, they
took their enemas and would then be punished by their strict governess,
Miss Edwards.  She disciplined them thoroughly, taking a whip or a strap to
the girls' bottoms and a cane to Louis', often whilst making them retain an
enema of hot ox bile, or inserting a ginger root into their anus.

   At seventeen, Louis was almost too old for these punishments--almost. 
From time to time he failed a test in school or was caught making too much
mischief than befitted a young man of his class and would find himself on
all fours, sniffling and biting his lip to keep his tears back as the cane
swished through the air and came down soundly on his upturned arse.

   When he wasn't in trouble, after receiving his enema he would be sent
back to his room, too old to be allowed to stay while his sisters get
theirs.  In all honesty, he was glad to leave right after his cleaning. 
For the last few years, he had begun feeling inexplicably aroused by the
enemas, though he didn't know why.  What was about the procedures that had
his cock standing at attention and him blushing, scurrying out of the room
as soon as he was finished?

   It was through these treatments that he discovered masturbation for the
first time.  Instinct had him pressing his palm into the bulge in front of
his trousers, and it wasn't long until he started taking his cock out and
stroking himself to a quick orgasm.

   However, masturbation was considered a grave sin, and often associated
with serious medical problems that required stringent treatment.  Louis has
heard whispers of horror stories from the "nursing homes" that children
caught masturbating were sent to, and he was certainly not keen on ever
having to stay there.  So Louis had to make sure he was quietly ensconced
in his room with the door securely shut before he could have his post-enema
relief.

   Louis didn't have a punishment this week, so he scurried away as soon as
he pulled his trousers back up over his half-hard cock, reaching his room
within minutes.  With a quick glance at the corridor outside his room, he
pulled his door shut, one hand already starting to slide his trousers down
his hips.  He fell onto the bed, sighing as he pulled his cock out and
started stroking.

   "Louis?"

   Louis' eyes widened in alarm, and he knew he should redress and pick up
a book or something, but all he could do was freeze.  It was Miss Smith,
one of the maids, and from the sound of her footsteps she was coming toward
his room.

   Louis snapped back into reality and reached toward the end of bed where
he threw his trousers, but it was too late.  The door opened, and Miss
Smith came in.

   "Louis, your mother--oh, my goodness!" she shrieked, mouth dropping
open.

   She was always the most lenient with his mischief, so maybe Louis could
get her to keep quiet about this.  "Miss Smith, please.  Don't tell anyone,
don't tell Mum or Miss Edwards," he begged in a whisper, blue eyes full of
fear.

   Miss Smith shook her head.  "Louis, I'm sorry, I already keep too much
from them.  This is very, very serious, Louis."

   Louis hung his head, defeated.  "I'm sorry," he whispered, mind going
back to the tales from children who had stayed in the nursing home and the
horrors of which they spoke.  "I'll have to be sent away, won't I?"

   Miss Smith considered this for a moment.  "Miss Edwards is still in the
nursery, punishing Charlotte.  So perhaps you may only receive a caning."

   Only a caning.  Well, it was better than being sent to the nursing home.
Louis nodded, face paling when Miss Smith motioned for him to come with
her. After pulling on his trousers, he followed her back to the nursery,
gaze downcast and face pale with shame.

   Miss Smith knocked once on the door.  "Miss Edwards?  I need to speak
with you, if you please."

   The sound of Miss Edwards' heels on the floor never failed to make any
of the children anxious, and Louis was no exception.  She opened the door,
glaring very hard at Louis before turning her attention to Miss Smith. 
"Yes?"

   "I found Louis misbehaving, madam, and I thought he should be brought to
you for punishment," Miss Smith told her.

   Miss Edwards looked back at Louis.  "And what were you doing, young
man?"

   Louis flushed.  "I was masturbating," he muttered, eyes still fixed on
the floor.

   He could hear her sharp intake of breath, and for thirty long seconds
nobody moved.  Then Miss Edwards cleared her throat, gripping Louis' chin
hard and forcing him to look at her.

   "Fortunately, I have already released your sisters.  I will call the
male housestaff in to observe the punishment for this despicable lapse in
behaviour.  Get inside."

   Louis didn't need any more prodding than that.  Miss Smith gave him a
sympathetic look before leaving the room with Miss Edwards, leaving Louis
alone with Nurse Calder.  She really was a pretty girl, with chocolate
brown hair that curled softly at the ends and bright eyes.  Perhaps she was
the reason he reacted so strongly to his enemas, for it was her finger that
penetrated his bum and her hands that inserted the tubes and syringes into
him.

   Usually, she looked at him with a slight smirk in her expression, but
now, that smirk was replaced with a deep frown of disappointment.  "Naughty
boy," she scolded him, making him duck his head even lower as she paced
around the room, preparing the ox bile enema and--oh, no--setting out a
fresh ginger root.

   Several minutes later Miss Edwards returned with every male who worked
for the Tomlinson family: the butler, the stable boys, dishwashers,
chauffeurs--in all, about fifteen people were soon standing around the
perimeter of the room, all staring at Louis.

   Miss Edwards joined Louis in the center of the room, one strong hand
gripping the hair at the base of his neck and pulling, to prevent him from
ducking his head.  "You are about to witness how his household deals with
the naughtiest of young men.  Louis here was caught masturbating in his
room by Miss Smith."

   Nobody said anything, but Louis caught a few glances of sympathy and a
few of disgust.

   "He will be strapped to the whipping horse, retain a pint of hot ox bile
with the help of a ginger root plug, and be given twenty strokes with the
cane.  I will then have Nurse Calder arrange for him to be sent to Doctor
Styles' Nursing Home For Wayward Boys."

   Louis gulped audibly.  So he would be sent there after all.  Doctor
Styles' was the worst of them, he'd heard, and stays were usually for a
month rather than two weeks.  He cursed his body for reacting the way it
did, for becoming aroused at the enemas and Nurse Calder.

   "Undress."

   And so it began, Louis nervously stripping down to nothing, leaving him
naked in front of the room full of people.  Next he was bound over the
whipping horse, a sturdy wooden contraption that resembled a sawhorse but
with a downward tilt.  Miss Edwards arranged him facedown, legs spread and
strapped down so he couldn't try to jerk away from his punishment.  His
torso and arms were secured next, and his cock arranged so it was hanging
between his legs, pointing down at the floor.  He could see nothing from
his position, had no way of knowing what was to come next.  The next thing
he felt was the unforgiving, cold touch of the syringe that he knew
contained the ox bile, and his breathing quickened.  Eyes squeezed shut, he
tried his best to relax as the hot liquid was pumped inside him, filling
his bowels and making him whimper from the pain.

   It took only a few minutes to empty the entire quart into him, but it
felt like hours, and he knew this was only the beginning.  Surely he would
be getting these daily at the nursing home.  He shook his head a bit,
willing the thoughts of of his head.  No use getting worked up over that
punishment when he had one going on right now.

   His insides churned, wanted to expel the liquid but he knew he wouldn't
be allowed to.  Miss Edwards' heels came tapping up to his head, and he
turned as much as the straps would allow him to look at her.  She was
holding the ginger root in front of his face, and he paled at the sight of
it.  It was much thicker and longer than the plugs they usually used for
retention.  "Have you ever had a ginger root inside you, Louis?" He shook
his head.  "Then I will prepare you for what you are about to feel.  Ginger
produces a strong burning sensation.  It will not harm you, but will teach
you a very powerful lesson, I hope."

   With that, she walked away, leaving Louis shaking with anticipation. 
His bumhole, which he had clenched tightly to keep the ox bile in, was soon
being prodded at with the ginger root.  Already he could feel the burning
she had spoke of, and it was with great reluctance that he relaxed enough
for her to push it in.

   The sensation was immediate, and he cried out, struggling against his
bindings.  He had never felt so exposed in his life, bound naked to the
whipping horse with his legs spread and arse up in the air, filled with hot
liquid, and stoppered up with a ginger root.  And this was only the first
part of the punishment!

   Taking a caning was never easy, and today was no different.  Each time
the cane came down on his skin, he inadvertently tensed, making the burning
stronger where his hole clenched around the root.  Between that, the hot
liquid making his bowels cramp painfully, and the bite on the cane on his
exposed skin, his bum had never felt more on fire in his life.  Initially
he had resolved not to sob, and for the first ten strikes silent tears ran
down his cheeks, but not a sound escaped his mouth.  It was the eleventh
hit, though, striking directly on the end of the ginger root and forcing it
deeper inside him that did it, and from then on he couldn't stop the cries
from leaving his throat and the sobs that wracked his bound form.

   At last, at last, it was over, and Louis was untied and allowed to expel
the ox bile into a chamber pot.

   His parents had been away all week, and when they returned that night
Miss Edwards informed them of Louis' major infraction.

   Arrangements were made for him to stay at Doctor Styles' beginning
Monday, leaving him to pack on Sunday.  He was told not to bring much, only
a set of clothes to wear there and to wear at home.  The home had a strict
dress code, he was told, and clothes would be provided when he arrived.

   Monday dawned dreary and damp, much like Louis' mood.  The home was
located in the countryside, some ten miles away, tucked away in the hills.
It was a beautiful building, all elegant columns and moulding, but Louis
took one look at the place and hated it instantly.

   Check-in went fairly quickly.  He bid farewell to his parents and his
sisters before a blond man with an Irish accent led Louis up the stairs to
his second-floor room.

   "This will be your room for the month you stay," he said, opening the
door to a small space with no windows.  There was a bed, a table, a chair,
and a chamber pot, but the dominating feature was the frame in the middle
of the room.  It looked similar to the whipping horse at home, but with
many more beams and straps, and Louis shuddered to think of what it was
used for.  "You will stay in here save for mealtimes, prayers, baths, and
exercise."

   "What about the, um, treatments?" Louis found the courage to ask.

   "Ah, that's what this is for." The man patted the frame.  "The doctors
will come in and treat you here in your room, unless you really misbehave,
then you're punished outside in the courtyard and everyone comes to watch."

   Louis could feel his heart sinking with every revelation.  So all the
stories were true about this place.  He'd been half-hoping they were all
just tales made up to scare children into behaving.  "And the dress code? I
was told that whatever I needed to wear would be provided here."

   "Oh, yes." The Irishman nodded.  "All patients at Doctor Styles' are to
be naked at all times.  I will take your clothes and keep them in the
office until your leaving day.

   Louis' mouth dropped open.  He was going to be naked for a month? 
"Alright.  When do I give you those?"

   "Now."

   Louis waited for the man to leave, but he didn't move.  He was supposed
to strip down in front of him!  Blushing, Louis removed his clothing,
handing everything to the man.

   "Excellent, thank you.  Doctor Styles knows you're here and will be in
to see you shortly.  He will explain everything better than I can." The man
turned and walked out the door, leaving Louis standing nude in the middle
of the room.  Not sure what to do, Louis walked over to the bed, which,
thankfully, wasn't too uncomfortable.  He stayed perched on the edge as he
waited for the infamous Doctor Styles to arrive.

   Louis' door swung open about quarter of an hour later, and in came who
could only be Doctor Styles.

   The doctor had curly brown hair, the same colour as Nurse Calder's, and
sharp green eyes, the kind that looked like they could see through any lies
or any hidden feelings.  And he was tall, very tall, and probably had at
least a foot on Louis.  But he seemed young, perhaps twenty-six at the
most. He was handsome, Louis admitted to himself grudgingly.

   "Hello, Louis," he greeted the boy with a surprisingly pleasant smile as
he dragged the chair over to sit in front of Louis.  "I'm Doctor Styles,
but I don't mind if you call me Harry.  We will be getting very close over
the next month and I want you to be comfortable."

   Comfortable.  Hah, right.  Like Louis wanted to be in here, with all
kinds of cruel punishments and treatments awaiting him every day when he
woke up.  Not to mention he was sitting naked in front of his fully-dressed
doctor.

   "We both know why you're here," Harry went on, pressing his fingertips
together.  He had big hands, Louis noted.  "You need to be taught
self-control.  Do you know how we achieve that there, Louis?" Louis shook
his head.  "Here at my Nursing Home for Wayward Boys, we utilise a strict
regimen of enemas, prostate massages, insertions, and corporal punishments.
You will soon learn what all of those mean.  Since today is your first day
and it is already the afternoon, we will not do the prostate massage or the
corporal punishment.  You will receive an enema tonight before bed and your
insertion now.  So I want you to stand up for me."

   Shyly, Louis did, both hands reaching down to cover his cock.  But Harry
moved him, scolding, "Louis, you are going to be without clothes for a
month so I suggest you get used to it.  Now, get on the horse."

   With Harry's help, Louis was soon spread out over the horse just like at
home, and Harry was going around strapping his body and limbs down.  He
adjusted the beams, however, so Louis' pelvis was tilted up even higher and
his legs spread wider, taking him to a whole new level of feeling exposed.
Once the last strap was tightened, Louis felt Harry's large hands on his
bum, his cheeks being spread apart.  He didn't exactly dislike the way the
doctor was looking at him so intimately, but it did make him flush an even
deeper shade of red.

   Then Harry's dry finger was petting over Louis' hole, making him clench
in surprise.  "Responsive.  Good," Harry muttered, before the finger was
gone.  "Louis, how often do you receive enemas at home?"

   "Once a week." Louis shifted in his bonds.

   "How many at a time?"

   "Usually two or three, unless I've been bad, then sometimes I get up to
six plus ox bile."

   Harry hummed, and Louis heard the rustling of clothing.  "Good, so you
are familiar with the process.  I can assure you that the enemas you will
receive here will be more frequent.  You will be woken up at seven and
bathed by one of the nurses.  Then you will come back here, receive one or
two enemas from me or one of the other doctors, and have your prostate
massage and your plug inserted into your anus.  That plug stays in you all
day, do you understand?  You are never, ever to take it out unless it is
either taken out by a doctor during treatment or you are having a bowel
movement during the day.  If that happens, you are to come to one of the
nurses or doctors and we will reinsert it for you.  Prayers are at eight,
with breakfast at eight-fifteen.  Then you go back to your room and you
should receive at least one treatment.  Lunch is at one, followed by an
hour of exercise outside in the courtyard.  Think of it as `free time.' You
come back here at two-thirty, and will have another two or three treatments
before dinner at six-thirty.  After dinner are nighttime prayers.  There is
one more treatment before your plug is taken out and you receive your
enemas before bed.  I personally check in with each patient after their
nighttime enema and gauge their progress.  Is that clear?"

   Louis' head was spinning with times after that, but he nodded anyway.

   "I need you to tell me that is clear."

   "Yes, that is clear."

   "Good." Harry's finger was back now, lubricated with petroleum jelly,
and pressing against Louis' tight rim.  With a slight whimper, Louis shut
his eyes.  The doctor opened him up methodically, taking his time and
allowing Louis to get used to the stretch.  It felt strange, but strangely
good at the same time.  Just when Louis' cock began to harden in interest,
Harry removed his fingers, and Louis prayed the doctor hadn't seen.  But
then the tip of a plug was at his entrance, pushing in without pause until
the flat base was nestled snugly between Louis' plump arse cheeks.  Louis
squirmed, the plug filling him up more than even the ginger root had.  The
doctor gave it a little pat, jostling the rubber inside Louis and making
him moan a bit in discomfort.  "Get used to it, Louis.  You'll be walking
around all day with that in from now on."

   Louis was untied, and with that Doctor Styles left the room.  As soon as
the door locked, Louis groaned, flopping facedown on the bed.  With every
slight movement, the plug shifted inside him, making everything
uncomfortable.  In addition, it even felt...okay, which was another curious
thing.  What in the world had he gotten himself into here?