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

   ~~~~~~

   Louis worked himself into such an anxious frenzy over having to wear the
cock cage all day that by the time Niall came in to open his door, he
yanked the blanket over his lap, trying to hide it.

   Niall only gave him a glance before motioning for him to get up.  "What
has you acting like a scared mouse today?"

   Of course Niall would act like nothing was amiss.  Then again, he likely
didn't even know.  So with a deep breath, Louis tried to will the colour
away from his cheeks as he stood up slowly.  He didn't Niall's gaze flick
down to his penis, and sighed.  So it began.

   "That is new," Niall commented, still looking at the metal contraption.
He seemed more curious than anything.  "I've never seen it before.  Is it a
new form of treatment?"

   "I think so," Louis said truthfully.  "Harry said he was working on it
just for me...I had no idea I was so hopeless."

   Niall shook his head.  "You're not hopeless.  If you were hopeless, he
would not be putting so much effort into your treatments, I would think. 
Perhaps he only thinks you are a special case of some sort."

   Louis bit back a groan.  The last thing he wanted was to be a special
case.  Just being sent here in the first place was a disgrace, but now to
require special treatment in a home full of boys who warranted special
treatment?  Not for the first time, he hoped his family would never have to
hear about exactly what happened to him in here.

   Once he reached the dining hall, he walked briskly, getting his
breakfast tray and hightailing it to his usual table, hoping Zayn wasn't
there.

   Luck was never on his side, though, hadn't been since his arrival.  Zayn
was sat down already eating his breakfast when Louis approached, and when
he looked up to greet Louis, naturally his eyes fell to the cock cage.

   "Please don't ask," Louis blurted out before Zayn could say anything. 
"I don't know why he is making me wear it all day long.  He said something
about self-control but I think it's to humiliate me further."

   Zayn nodded slowly, eyes wide.  "I've never seen one on any of the
others before."

   "I know.  He said he was working on it specially, for me." Louis poked
at his eggs, no longer hungry, as Aiden sat himself on Louis' other side.

   "Good morning, lads," Aiden greeted them, grinning obliviously.

   "Morning, Aiden," Zayn replied, but Louis just continued to push his
food around.

   "Alright, mate?" Aiden elbowed Louis gently.  Zayn shushed him, but
Louis shook his head.

   "He'll find out soon, anyway." Louis shifted back in his seat, tilting
his head toward his groin so Aiden would see the cause of his discomfort.

   Aiden reacted in the same way Zayn did, eyes widening in curiosity. 
"That's the most peculiar thing I've ever seen," he whispered, and Louis
silently thanked him for being discreet about it.  "It looks like you can't
get hard."

   "That's the object," Louis muttered, trying to stomach a few forkfuls of
egg.  "So you'll have to find someone to replace me on our side."

   Aiden chuckled.  "That I will."

   ~

   Aiden went home to Blackpool the next morning, bidding Louis and Zayn
goodbye with firm handshakes and promises to write to each other.  Louis
had to admit, he'd become rather close with Aiden, as they were the same
age.  As well, there was something oddly unifying about being in a place
such as this one.  Louis missed Aiden terribly, but he had Zayn, and only
one week left.  He found it somewhat unbelievable that the time had gone so
quickly, and he was thankful that his stay was finally coming to an end.

   That day, at his first ever activity period without Aiden, he turned to
Zayn and said, "We'll stay in contact too, won't we?"

   Zayn shrugged.  "I hope we can.  I'm home for the summer holidays, so we
will both be in Kent.  And if our families are friendly, perhaps we will
see each other from time to time."

   Louis grinned.  "We had better.  And you will have to give me your
school address as well, so I can write to you after you leave for the fall
term."

   The week crawled by.  Louis counted down the number of treatments he
would have to suffer through until he was finally free.  Thankfully, after
the one day, the doctor didn't make him wear the cock cage throughout the
day any more; he only put it on for the prostate massage.  Nothing else out
of the ordinary happened for the next few days, until Friday morning, two
days before Louis was scheduled to leave.  He came back to his room after
his bath to find a curious sight.  The wooden frame had been pushed into
the corner and replaced with something new.  In its place was a wooden
table, fairly normal-looking except for the leather straps dangling from
the corners and sides; Louis gulped, knowing what those straps were for. 
The other addition to the room confused him more: it was a standing mirror,
rectangular and tall with a simple wooden frame, placed at one of the short
ends of the table.

   Harry was already in the room with the usual equipment.  "Good morning,
Louis," he said, voice clipped as normal.  "We are going to try something
different today."

   Different?  Just when Louis had thought he was out of the woods.  "What
is it?" he dared to ask.

   Harry chuckled.  "Don't worry.  It's nothing more than I have already
been doing.  But I think it would do you well to understand exactly what is
happening during your treatments.  Up on the table now, on elbows and
knees."

   It took some effort, but Louis managed to climb up on the table and
arrange himself in the requested position while Harry closed to door to his
room.  "Can't forget this," Harry muttered, reaching under Louis and
snapping the metal cage around his soft length, before going about
strapping Louis' wrists and ankles to the table.  His torso was left free,
though, but he knew the doctor expected him to stay still.  His curiosity
as to what the mirror was for was soon satisfied as Harry moved the mirror
to the side.  "Louis, look to your right and tell me if you can see your
bum."

   Louis looked, and sure enough, the mirror was placed so that he couldn't
see his face, but had a side view of his arse, sticking up in an almost
obscene manner.  "Yes, I can."

   "Good.  You will keep your eyes there.  Turn your head away or close
your eyes and you'll be punished," Harry warned.  Louis nodded as best he
could.  He rested his head on the table, making sure to keep his gaze on
the mirror.

   It was a strange sight, to watch the doctor's finger dab petroleum jelly
around his hole and to watch the enema nozzle disappear into his bum.  He
had to bite back a whimper of pain as his cock, encased by the metal, tried
to stiffen but couldn't.  Something about this, watching what was happening
to him, should have been repulsive, but instead he only found it arousing,
to his dismay.

   After he was released to empty his bowels, he went to get back up on the
table, but Harry stopped him as he was bending over to get on his knees.

   "No.  On your back, bum to the short edge of the table."

   Louis' stomach turned at yet another change in the routine, but he did
as he was told.  Curiosity got the best of him and he propped himself up on
his elbows, unsure if he could be punished because he wasn't told he could.
The doctor said nothing, though, only moved the mirror to where Louis could
see himself.

   Louis realised at that moment that he hadn't seen himself for nearly
four weeks.  He looked thinner, like he had lost some weight.  He wasn't
sure if that was a good thing.

   Instead of telling Louis what to do, Harry simply moved him where he
wanted him, taking his knees and spreading his legs wide apart.  Louis
blushed as he watched in the mirror, seeing his very used hole come into
view.

   "Pick your legs up and hold them back.  Keep them spread, and keep your
eyes on the mirror."

   It took a moment for Louis to figure out what the doctor wanted, but he
obeyed quickly.  Just seconds in and he was finding the position hard to
keep.

   "I want you to watch," Harry said, standing slightly to Louis' right,
"as I manipulate your prostate.  Obviously there is no way to see inside,
but you should at least understand what is happening on the outside." With
that, the doctor spread more jelly on his fingers before starting to press
against Louis' rim.

   As odd and arousing a sight as watching the enema was, this was ten
times more so.  Louis wouldn't have taken his eyes off even if he wanted
to, too fascinated as he watched his rim stretch to accommodate the
doctor's digits.  It made wearing the day plug seem like a huge feat, upon
seeing what his hole actually looked like.  His cock was hurting more than
it ever had before, trying to harden and straining against the metal
keeping it from doing so, and Louis could have cried with frustration. 
Harry took the longest he ever had, switching between having one and two
fingers inside Louis, and varying the stimulation from an insistent press
against his prostate to several jabs in quick succession.  His muscles
shook with the effort it took to keep the position, holding his legs up and
open so he could keep his gaze on their reflections.

   Finally, finally, he ejaculated with a pitiful whine, pulling a face as
he splattered on his lower stomach.

   "Good boy, very good," Harry murmured, removing his fingers and giving
Louis' hole a little pat.  He handed Louis a rag, told him to clean up
before breakfast, and then left the room, leaving a panting and very
frustrated Louis lying on the table.