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, 1st, Mm, reluc,
anal

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   If Zayn noticed anything off about Louis at breakfast, like the way his
eyes went glassy and his mind seemed to drift mid-conversation, he didn't
say anything, bless him.  Louis didn't mean to be so inattentive, but he
couldn't stop thinking about that morning's treatment.  How was it that
seeing the tube and Harry's fingers invade his most intimate parts
fascinated him so?  He hated it, hated that he was so interested and
painfully aroused every time the doctor came around.  Surely by most
people's standards this would qualify as some kind of torture?

   He was thankful by the time the bell rang to signal the end of
breakfast, and he bid Zayn a very quick goodbye before scampering back into
his room.  The table and mirror had been left there but were pushed to the
corner, and the horse was still missing.  Louis whispered a silent prayer
that it wouldn't make a return.

   Later, during their exercise hour, he and Zayn sat in the shade of the
oak tree they'd first kissed under, making plans to see each other as soon
as Zayn got out and time allowed.  For the rest of Louis' treatments, Harry
strapped him to the table in various positions, but the mirror stayed in
the corner.

   When Louis woke up the next morning, for the first time, he felt
something other than dread at the day to come.  It was his very last day,
which meant only four more treatments before he was finally done.  Niall
noticed his change in demeanour on the way to Louis' last bath.

   "You seem to be in a jovial mood today," he noted, grinning at Louis,
and Louis even felt good enough to smile back.

   "Last day," he told the blond.

   "Oh, that's right!  I knew somebody was leaving today, though I didn't
know it was you.  The time goes quickly, doesn't it?"

   Louis could only shrug at that.  Now that he was looking back, he could
say the time had gone quickly, but it had certainly felt like forever when
he was in the middle of it.

   Hannah also noted his better mood as she scrubbed his body thoroughly.
Louis thanked her by not squirming as she ran the cloth between his arse
cheeks, and half of him wondered how she liked her job.

   Later, when Harry came in, he too wore a tiny smile.  "It's your last
day here, Louis," he said as Louis obediently crawled up onto the table and
let the doctor strap his limbs down.  "How does that feel?"

   "Like a relief, honestly," Louis said.

   Harry laughed.  "I believe it.  You've done well during your stay here,
Louis, very well."

   Louis couldn't help the way he preened at bit at the praise.  Harry
thought he had done well, even despite his harsh public punishment.  The
mirror was brought back and the prior day's procedure repeated--once again
Louis was forced to watch as the enema nozzle pumped him full of the
stinging soapy water and then as the doctor manipulated his prostate to
force him to ejaculate.  Truthfully, Louis had gotten used to routine: if
something was done one day, he had already braced himself for it to happen
again.  No amount of bracing, however, ever made the procedures any bit
less humiliating or arousing, a fact he hated to admit even to himself.

   The day passed normally.  Zayn had apparently told a few other boys that
it was Louis' last day, and naturally those boys told others until all two
dozen of them knew.  Ever since the public punishment, Louis had been
something of a hero among the boys.  They respected him and liked him and,
Zayn told him, silently admired his tolerance for the out-of-the-ordinary
treatments that Harry gave him.  So when Louis and Zayn went outside for
the exercise period, the boys took turns coming up to Louis and
congratulating him on his stay.  It wasn't uncommon to celebrate someone's
final day--Louis had seen this happen every few days--but it seemed they
all had something kind to say to him today, which he appreciated.

   In fact, the day was actually quite good until the evening.  Harry came
in not long after the clock struck nine, just like clockwork.

   "Before I give you your final treatment, Louis, I'd like to go over some
things with you about tomorrow morning," he said, taking a seat next to
Louis on the cot.  "Your parents have been told to come at nine o'clock, so
you will be here for breakfast and morning prayers.  You will still be
bathed and given an enema for cleanliness, but you will not receive a
prostate massage or the plug.  Your medical record will show that you
completed your stay here, but it will not contain any details on your
treatments.

   "That said, you have, as I mentioned to you earlier, done well.  You
learn quickly and take directions well and without complaint, both things
that will help you as you grow up." As he talked, he stood and filled the
enema bag.  "Come here, you know what to do."

   Louis did.  Just one more after this, he told himself as the doctor
administered the enema.

   After he expelled the solution and the doctor had set the equipment
aside, Harry undid the straps and asked him to lie on his back while he
dragged the mirror back over.

   "Instead of a soap treatment tonight, I will give you something
different.  This is at the same time a reward for behaving so well and a
reminder that your time here was meant to teach you something."

   Louis nodded, more curious as to why Harry was scooping out large globs
of the petroleum jelly.  Then the doctor's other hand went to undo his
trousers, and everything clicked.  Louis' hands curled into fists, eyes
going wide and his heart rate nearly doubling.  He sensed he should be much
more fearful, but if he was honest with himself, he had found his thoughts
drifting to the doctor in the hours spent alone in this room, thinking
about his fingers and his smooth words and the way he knew how to give
Louis just enough pleasure while still maintaining an air of discipline.

   So he just watched, propping himself up on his elbows to watch Harry,
and inhaled sharply as his cock was pulled out.  It was already hard and
easily as big as the phallus used to punish him in the courtyard, perhaps a
bit thicker, the head a shiny pink.  "It's big," was all Louis could get
out.

   Harry hummed, spreading the jelly liberally over the shaft and giving
himself a few tugs.  "You can take it.  You've taken much more over your
stay here.  Move down so your bum is at the edge of the table and hold your
legs back."

   Louis did as he was told, catching the flash of movement in the mirror
beside him and feeling his breathing quicken in anticipation.  God, this
was so wrong, he shouldn't be excited for this at all, but his body clearly
knew what it wanted.  His cock had started to perk up, hardening where it
lay on his stomach.

   "I'll go slowly, I promise," Harry told him, reaching up with his clean
hand to card his fingers gently through Louis' hair as though he were a
young child.  Louis found the gesture comforting, and he nodded, his
curiosity growing by the minute.

   "Alright, Louis," Harry murmured, and then Louis felt the blunt tip
pressing against his entrance.  He relaxed to let Harry's cock in, his
still technically virgin hole almost sucking in the doctor's length.

   "My God, Louis, taking it so well, baby," Harry grunted, the pet name
slipping out and pleasing Louis very much.  He wiggled his hips, trying to
help Harry's length slide in the rest of the way, but he stopped at a slap
to the back of his thigh.

   "Stay still, Louis, the rules still apply even though this is a reward,"
Harry chastised him, resting one hand on the edge of the table and using
the other arm to wrap around Louis' legs, arm resting against the tops of
his thighs for leverage.

   Louis whimpered, at the new sensations.  It wasn't that different from
the rubber phallus, but Harry's cock was warm, heavy, and felt like it
filled him up even more, though it wasn't much bigger.  "Harry..."

   "I've got you, Louis." With that, Harry fit the last inch of his cock
in, hips nestled against Louis' bum.

   Louis took a shuddering breath, hips wanting so badly to writhe on the
table but he knew that wasn't allowed.  "Can you--move, please?" he risked
asking.

   "Ready?" Harry whispered, and once Louis nodded, the doctor began a
moderate pace, thrusting in hard and only withdrawing a few inches, keeping
his cock buried deep in Louis' arse.

   "Oh, God, Harry," Louis gasped, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the
hard table.  It was good, so blindingly good, much better than anything
else that had been shoved into him over the last month.

   "Beautiful, Louis, such a good boy, taking my punishments and my cock,"
Harry praised, starting to speed up some and filling the room with the
sounds of skin slapping.

   Louis collapsed flat on his back and threw his head back so hard it hit
the table as Harry sped up, and the slight shift in position had Harry
thrusting in at a different angle.  "Harry, my pros--ah!" he cried out as
Harry's cock dragged against his prostate, eliciting those electric tingles
under his skin.  Unlike during the massages, Harry seemed to be hitting it
with the intent of bringing Louis to orgasm, and Louis chanced asking,
"Harry, I'm going to--I'm about to--may I?"

   Harry just nodded, curls swaying loosely around his face as he pounded
into Louis harder.  "Just like this, Louis, let it feel good."

   Louis arched his back and screamed again as the dam broke and he hit his
peak, back arching off the table and entire body shivering at the new
sensations.  "My God, Harry," he muttered weakly, looking up to see Harry
still thrusting into him.  "Now it hurts."

   Harry shushed him.  "I know, I know," he said, pulling out and leaving
Louis to bite back a whine at the emptiness.  He walked around the table
until he was standing by Louis' head, cock in hand.  "I want you to
pleasure me with your mouth."

   With his mouth!  Louis gulped and turned onto his side, balking at the
thought of tasting himself on the doctor's length.

   "Now, Louis," Harry prompted, a note of warning seeping into his voice.

   So Louis swallowed thickly again and lowered his head, nervously
sticking his tongue out to swipe over the glistening head.

   "Like that, Louis.  Kiss it like you were kissing Zayn."

   Louis blushed at the reminder, but it helped him figure out what to do.
He fit his lips over the tip, kissing it and tonguing around the head,
looking up and hoping that the doctor was pleased.

   Harry was looking down at him with dark eyes, the green irises Louis had
become well acquainted with nearly gone, eaten up by the widened pupil. 
"Good.  Open your mouth for me, and mind your teeth."

   Louis obeyed, dropping his jaw and letting Harry feed his cock between
his lips, much the same way he'd done with his anus.  It wasn't long before
he was spluttering, though, his gag reflex kicking in and keeping him from
taking more than a few inches.  Still, he tried to force himself to take
more, tears welling up in his eyes.  But then there was a firm hand in his
hair, pulling his head back and off completely.

   "That's good enough," Harry told him as Louis furrowed his brow in
frustration.  "I won't punish you for that.  Take as much as you can.  I'm
close as it is."

   Relieved that he wouldn't be in trouble, Louis went down again, letting
Harry move his cock over his tongue and into his mouth as he wished. 
Feeling like he was starting to catch on, Louis tried moving his tongue,
swirling it around Harry's shaft and tightening his lips so he was properly
sucking on it.

   "Louis," Harry moaned, looking down at him with something like awe in
his countenance.  "Come off, come off, and close your eyes."

   Louis did, shutting his eyes and wondering what was going to happen
next. Seconds later, his question was answered: he felt warm droplets of
something land on his face, sliding down his cheeks to his lips, and he
realised the doctor had ejaculated on his face.

   "Keep your eyes closed, Louis, and let me clean you up so nothing gets
in them," Harry told him, and Louis nodded, having no reason to disobey. 
The next thing he felt was a warm, wet cloth, wiping over his cheeks and
nose and mouth to get the mess off.

   "There you go.  All clean," Harry said next, and Louis opened his eyes.
The doctor was redoing his trousers, the only sign that anything other than
treatments had taken place was the slight flush on his cheeks.  Louis
grinned, and surprisingly, Harry grinned back.  Neither of them said it,
but they both knew.  This was to be their little secret, and Louis was more
than glad to keep it.

   Louis woke up the next morning feeling more bittersweet than he expected
to.  He was glad to go home and see his family, but he'd grown close to the
boys in the nursing home, and he'd miss them.  Aiden and Stan and Zayn were
the only ones he'd exchanged addresses with, though, and Louis was alright
with that.

   Harry came in to give him his last enema.  "How does your bum feel this
morning, Louis?" he asked with a knowing smirk.  Louis just smirked back.
After breakfast, he bid Zayn goodbye and started heading toward his room
out of habit, but then there was a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

   It was Niall.  "Come this way.  The clothing you came in has been
washed, so you'll get that back.  Can't go home like this, can you?"

   The funny thing was, Louis had completely forgotten about his clothing.
He'd become so accustomed to wearing nothing at all.  Niall led him to a
smaller office on the ground floor, where Louis' clothes were waiting for
him, folded neatly and placed on a chair.  Muttering his thanks, Louis
dressed, no longer shy in front of Niall.  The clothing felt...heavy, but
soft compared to the sheets he'd been sleeping on.

   Once he was fully dressed, Niall started walking Louis down the hall
saying, "I'll take you to the doctor's office, but you'll go in by
yourself. I have to go and take care of some other things.  But take care."

   The door must have been open, for Louis could hear the doctor's voice
from several doors down.

   "...Yes, Mr Tomlinson, I assure you.  The vast majority of my patients
are permanently cured," Harry was saying, "and I see no reason why Louis
would be any different.  I have given him only the best treatments,
personalised to his own individual needs, and to my observations, they have
been effective."

   Just outside the door, Louis said his goodbye to Niall before going
inside.

   "Ah, there you are, Louis," Harry added, turning to Louis.  "How are you
this morning?"

   "I'm alright.  Hello, Mother, hello, Father," Louis said, dipping his
head in embarrassment.

   "Come now, Louis, no need for that.  What have I taught you?" Harry
clucked his tongue, and Louis immediately raised his head again before
Harry could tip his chin up.  "See?  Sometimes he needs a small reminder,
but he has been extremely well-behaved.  You have a good young man, Mr and
Mrs Tomlinson."

   "Thank you," Louis' mother said as they all took turns shaking hands
with the doctor.  Louis was the last; the surreptitious wink Harry gave him
had his cheeks lighting up with a faint blush.  The three of them piled
into the carriage outside and the driver set off for home.

   "I hope you have learned something during your time here," his mother
scolded as Louis watched the nursing home fade into the distance behind
them.

   "Yes, Mum, I did," Louis answered dutifully, folding his hands in his
lap sitting up as straight as his thoroughly used bum would allow him to.

   **

   Louis sat outside on the patio with Zayn and his sisters as they all
laughed and chatted and sipped from cool glasses of lemonade.  He'd been
home a bit over a week, and Zayn had returned two days earlier.  He didn't
miss the way Zayn shifted every few seconds in his seat, and only smirked.
Zayn blushed, and Louis laughed.

   After dinner, the boys found themselves relegated to the combined
study/library, the adults discussing whatever it was that adults discuss in
the main sitting room.

   "Nice book collection," Zayn commented, running a curious finger over
the leather-bound spines of the books stacked neatly on the shelves.  "Do
you read often?"

   Louis nodded.  "When I have the time, I like to.  This one's my
favourite," he said, walking over to where Zayn was standing and pulling
out a red volume.

   "The Three Musketeers," Zayn read off the cover with a smile.  "I've
never read it.  But is that not what you called you and Aiden and me?"

   "It is," Louis said, grinning back.  "Would you like to borrow it?"

   "Would your parents allow it?"

   "I'm sure they will.  My sisters aren't old enough to read it, and I
don't think either of my parents are fond of Dumas.  Besides, I am certain
we'll see each other again before you go back to school." Louis let go,
leaving Zayn to clutch the book to his chest with a wide smile.

   "Thank you, so much." The other boy crossed the room and put the book
down on the desk, glancing out the open door as he did so.

   Louis furrowed his brow.  "What is it, Zayn?" Zayn was coming back
toward him now, a curious expression of what looked like determination on
his face.

   "I was only making sure no one was out there." With that, Zayn pushed
Louis up against the bookshelves and kissed him full on the mouth.

   Louis relaxed into the kiss immediately, shoulders relaxing where Zayn
had them pinned to the wall of books behind him, his own hands reaching for
Zayn's waist to pull him closer.  Zayn's lips tasted of the juice they had
been given at dinner, the press insistent in the way that clandestine
kisses had to be--after all, someone could walk in any moment.

   Louis was the first to break the kiss, tilting his head down in the
slightest for his lips to detach from Zayn's.  "Bloody hell," he whispered,
a giddy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

   "I missed you," Zayn said simply, leaning forward to rest his forehead
against Louis'.  Louis tugged at Zayn's shirt, beckoning him closer; Zayn
obliged, stepping in until their bodies were in contact.  Louis could feel
his breath on his face.

   Suddenly, Zayn stepped back, taking two long strides to the right and
asked, a bit louder than was necessary, "Oh, I've not read this book yet.
What do you think of it?"

   Louis was confused for a moment until he heard the click-clack of heels
in the hallway, and he caught on.  "I enjoyed it very much," he said,
walking over and pretending to study the cover.  "We read it in school last
year."

   Both boys sighed in relief as the footsteps faded, before bursting into
quiet laughter.

   "I don't even know what this is," Louis admitted.  "There's no title on
the cover."

   "I don't, either, but otherwise we would have been caught."

   Louis slung an arm loosely around Zayn's waist in a manner that was just
a little more than friendly.  "If you don't write to me once you're back at
school, I will be heartbroken," he joked.

   Zayn leaned over to press a soft kiss to Louis' temple.  "Of course I'll
write to you.  You will receive so many letters from me that you won't be
able to reply before the next one arrives."

   Later that night, after Zayn and his family had gone home--with the
book--Louis crawled into bed naked, a habit he'd taken to after finding the
combination of his pyjamas and the sheets too uncomfortable, no doubt due
to a month of being without any clothing at all.  He had been out cold
every night since he returned home, but now, his mind raced, trying to
process the events of those four weeks.  Somehow, now that he was back
home, it all seemed like a distant memory, though the residual soreness in
his bum proved otherwise.

   He thought of the daily enemas and how odd he'd been feeling without a
plug of some kind in his arse all the time.  He thought of Zayn and the
soft press of their lips together under the oak tree and in the library
just hours before.  He thought of Harry and his skilled fingers and low
murmurs of praise, telling Louis he was a good boy, and how easily he
coaxed orgasms from his body.  Just the memories made his face hot, and
without really thinking, he drew his knees up, planting his feet flat on
the bed, and stuck two fingers in his mouth.  Once confident they were wet
enough, he let his hand wander down between his thighs, seeking out his
entrance.  He'd never done this before himself, but he was sure it couldn't
be too hard, not with the doctor doing this every day.  Louis let out a
slow breath and pushed one finger in with a soft ah.

   His moans, though he attempted to stifle them, soon grew loud, though he
paid them no mind.  Surely everyone in the house was asleep, and even if
someone mentioned something in the morning, he could say he was having a
nightmare.  He added another soon after, sighing at the familiar stretch of
his rim around his fingers.  His fingers were nowhere near as long or thick
as Harry's were, which made finding the spot that had given him so much
mixed pleasure a bit difficult; he crooked his fingers and bent his wrist a
bit more, lifting his feet of the bed and curling his thighs into his
chest. Seconds later, he barked out a little broken cry as he was rewarded
with that familiar spike of arousal.  Suddenly, Miss Smith burst into the
room, a concerned look on her face that quickly turned to shock.
   "Louis William!"