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

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   At some point, Louis fell into a fitful sleep, the plug's presence
making itself known each time he moved in his sleep.  He awoke properly at
the sound of a door slamming shut somewhere down the hall.  Then another
door opened and shut, closer to this time.  With no clock in the room he
had no idea what time it was, but he guessed it was time for dinner.

   Sure enough, the Irishman appeared at his door, holding it open while
Louis walked out, strides stilted and awkward as he tried to walk with the
large plug stuffed in him.

   "Yeah, that takes a few days to get used to," the blond told him,
pointing down the hallway.  "Follow the rest of the boys to the dining room
that way."

   Louis looked left to where boys were tricking into the hallway, all
heading in the same direction.  He nodded and quickened his pace to join
the throng.  The dining room turned out to be on the ground floor, just
several doors down from the office where he'd checked in.

   Dinner that night was plain chicken and potatoes and carrots, nothing
fancy but it was nourishing and Louis was glad for it.  He'd half expected
not to be fed much at all.  Once he had his tray, he made his way to an
empty table in the back, not in the mood to try to worm into any seemingly
established groups.  Less than five minutes later, though, two other boys
joined him, one on each side.  They seemed to be in oddly good spirits,
both laughing and chatting animatedly and acting as though they'd all been
friends for ages.  Despite his hopelessness at the situation, Louis found
himself smiling, too.

   They introduced themselves as Stan and Aiden--Stan was fifteen, with
black hair and a round but kind face, while Aiden was seventeen like Louis
with slightly sharper features.

   "I turn eighteen in a month and a half.  Almost made it out of childhood
unscathed," Aiden lamented as Louis chuckled.

   "How long have you been here?" he asked them.

   Aiden said he'd been there for a week, but Stan was going home on
Friday. "Won't miss this sodding thing in my arse," he whispered
conspiratorially with a little wink.

   Aiden laughed.  "Aw, don't be ridiculous.  You know you like it."

   "Guilty." They both burst out in laughter again, but Louis was just
confused.  Surely they were joking?

   Stan glanced around to see if any staff members were listening before
leaning in so only Aiden and Louis could hear him.  "You do get used to it,
all of it.  The 'treatments' and the plug and everything.  If I'm being
honest, it really isn't that bad by the end of it.  I mean, i can't be the
only one who kind of...likes something in there, right?"

   Louis thought back to how aroused he became after his weekly enemas at
home, and oh, alright, he understood it now.  Even now, his cock wasn't
completely soft as he sat right on the plug, keeping it shoved deep inside
him.

   Aiden showed Louis where to leave his empty plate once he was finished,
and as he left it on the pile they heard a bell, chiming seven times.

   "Seven o'clock.  Means dinner is over and prayers are in fifteen
minutes," Stan told him as they left the dining room.  He followed Stan and
Aiden to a large open room just a few feet down the hall, where they
arranged themselves in rows of five, all kneeling on the floor.  Now Louis
had a better idea of how many boys were here.  He counted twenty-three, and
saw many an angry red bum covered in welts from what he could only guess
were the corporal punishments Doctor Styles had spoken of.

   The boys all recited their prayers--the Lord's Prayer, ten Hail Marys,
and the Apostles' Creed, in what Louis thought to be a variation on the
rosary--before nurses came in to escort the boys back to their rooms.

   "See you in the morning," Stan whispered to Louis as they separated. 
Aiden was on the same floor as Louis because they were the same age.

   Fifteen minutes later, Louis was back in his lonely, windowless room. 
In his head he had already begun referring to it as his cell.  Not for the
first time, he wished for some kind of way to tell the time; he'd go mad
just sitting around waiting for someone to come in and strap him or cane
him or do whatever to him.

   Fortunately for his sanity, he didn't have to wait very long.  His door
opened again and in came another doctor dressed in a long while coat, but
it wasn't Doctor Styles.  This man was tall, too, but a little broader in
the shoulders and the chest than Doctor Styles, and with lighter hair and
warm-looking brown eyes.  He too seemed very young, Louis thought.

   "Louis, right?" he asked, his voice cheery.  "Pleased to meet you, I'm
Doctor Payne.  As Doctor Styles can't administer every treatment
personally, I'll be helping him.  We'll be seeing a lot of each other over
the next month."

   Maybe Louis was just being self-conscious and paranoid, but he really
hated the way people around here promised to be 'seeing a lot of him.'
"Alright," was all he could think to say in response.

   "Right then, come here and we'll get you on the horse."

   Doctor Payne strapped Louis to the horse in the same position Doctor
Styles had him in earlier, and Louis found himself blushing furiously yet
again.  He hated not being able to see what was coming, not being able to
prepare himself.  Surely that was the intent, to make him realize that he
was no longer in control of things, that his body was at the mercy of
another.  Embarrassingly, his cock chose this moment to start fattening up,
growing erect against the wooden beam he had been strapped to.  He squirmed
as much as he could in the tightly secured straps, hoping the doctor hadn't
seen.

   The chastisement he half-expected didn't come--the next thing he heard
was the swish of a flogger just before he felt the pain erupting across his
bum cheeks.  Surprised, he cried out, but that only earned himself a harder
blow.

   "Do you need to be gagged?" Doctor Payne snapped, the warm tone of his
voice completely gone, before flicking his wrist and whipping Louis's arse
again.  "Or are you going to take it like a good boy?"

   Louis shook his head, already beginning to shake.  "I'll be good, sir, I
promise."

   "That's what I want to hear."

   Doctor Payne worked him over thoroughly, varying the blows so sometimes
they landed squarely over the roundest part of his bum and sometimes on the
backs of his thighs.  Louis was crying silently by the end of it, shoulders
quaking with the effort to stay quiet.  Of course they had to send the
doctor called Payne to quite literally whip him into submission.

   "Good boy," the doctor praised him, rubbing something into the welts
starting to rise on Louis' cheeks.  Whatever it was felt heavenly after the
flogging, helping cool his skin.  "This is a healing balm.  It will help
heal your skin so it will not break or suffer any damage beyond discomfort
when sitting."

   Louis sighed in relief, thinking back to the punished bottoms he'd
witnessed at prayertime.  His own had to look just like that by now, he was
positive.  The doctor was gentle after that, unfastening all the ties,
picking Louis up like he weighed nothing at all, and depositing him on the
bed before he left.