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, toys, exhib

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   Louis barely slept that night, the dread of the punishment looming in
his mind and keeping him from relaxing.  He hoped this wouldn't be
reflected on his record once he got to leave--being sent here was
embarrassing enough.  The last thing he needed was proof that he misbehaved
at a place meant to correct other misbehaviour.

   Before he knew it, the eight o'clock prayer bell had begun to ring, but
still no one had come to fetch him for his bath or give him his morning
treatment.  Starting to worry, Louis pressed his face to the little pane of
glass on his door, looking as far down the hallway as he could.  He saw
Niall coming his way, and immediately began to pound on the glass and wave
frantically.

   Niall opened his door.  "Are you alright, Louis?"

   "No one's come for me and I'm going to be late for prayers!" Louis
panicked.

   "Oh, don't worry.  You have special instructions for today.  I'm taking
you for your bath now, and then you'll have prayers and breakfast in
private with Zayn before I take you to Doctor Styles' office."

   "But--" Louis hesitated to ask about the rest of his morning routine. 
"Alright."

   "There's a good boy.  Come on, let's go."

   Hannah gave him a look of mixed curiosity and disappointment when he
entered the washroom.  "I heard about what happened," she told him as she
dumped the water over his head.

   Louis winced.  "When they say everyone is supposed to attend, does that
mean all the staff, too?"

   "Yes.  All the staff, and all the patients," she said, before a wicked
grin suddenly appeared on her face.  "They told me what your punishment is.
I wouldn't want to be you."

   Louis' stomach felt bottomless.  "I suppose you're not allowed to tell
me what it is?"

   Hannah shook her head, lips pressed together smugly.  "It's supposed to
be a surprise." She handed him a towel to dry off.  "Niall is waiting
outside.  Go follow him ."

   Once dry, he handed the towel back and opened the door to find
Niall--and Zayn--waiting for him in the hallway.

   The two said their prayers in a tiny, windowless room Louis had never
seen before, just next door to Doctor Styles' office.  Breakfast--dry toast
and milk--was brought in to them on trays, and they were told to eat it
there.  For several minutes there were only the sounds of crunching and the
soft clink of the glasses as they were moved about.

   "Couldn't sleep last night." Zayn was the first to break the silence.

   "Me, either.  What do you think they'll do to us?"

   "Nothing good." Zayn sounded grim, and it made Louis' fears worse.  "I
mean, think about what they already do to us on a daily basis.  I'm scared
to imagine what they've thought up for a punishment."

   His appetite gone, Louis pushed his plate away, leaving the crusts, and
waited as Zayn finished his milk.  Nervously, both boys left the room and
crept up to Doctor Styles' door.  Louis was the one brave enough to knock
on the door.

   "Come in," the doctor called, and after sharing a quick panicked look,
the boys went in.

   Harry was sitting behind his desk, a notebook open in front of him but
he looked up from it as Louis and Zayn came in the room.  "Good, you're on
time.  I have talked about the punishments you're both about to receive
with Doctor Payne."

   Out of the corner of his eye, Louis could see Zayn fidgeting in his
seat. Louis gulped nervously as Harry went on.

   "There is, however, one aspect we have yet to decide on.  I want each of
you to tell me the punishment you received at home when you were caught
masturbating.  Zayn?"

   Zayn shifted some more in his seat before mumbling an answer.  "I got
two milk and molasses enemas and then ten strokes with the cane and ten
with the paddle.

   "Mmm." Harry picked up a pen and wrote something in the notebook before
turning his attention to Louis.  "And you, Louis?"

   "Twenty strokes with the cane, whilst retaining a quart of ox bile held
with a ginger root."

   "Interesting.  Thank you." Harry closed the book and stood up, prompting
both boys to do the same.  "Go outside to the courtyard.  The nurses will
tell you what to do."

   Without lingering to see what Harry would do, Louis trotted outside,
Zayn right behind him.

   Everyone in the nursing home was already there, it seemed.  All of the
patients, the nurses, even people who appeared to be a cleaning staff that
Louis had never seen, stood in an oval around two of the spanking horses
positioned in the centre.  Louis didn't think his stomach could drop any
further, but it did.

   Two nurses, neither of whom he had seen before, each led one of the boys
toward the frames, and Louis knew what was expected.  Keeping his eyes down
as not to look any of the other boys in the eye, he climbed up on the
frame, face already heating up in embarrassment as the boards were adjusted
to spread his legs apart.  He saw feet approach him from the front, and he
looked up questioningly.  The nurse was holding a black strip of fabric
with a large knot tied in the middle.

   "Open your mouth."

   Louis did, not wanting to make his impending punishment worse by not
doing as she said.  She bent down, fitting the knot behind his teeth and
tying the end securely around his head.  She was gagging him!  Would
whatever they were about to do to him be that bad?  He blinked, trying to
rid his eyes of the sharp sting of tears.

   Once she was gone, he could see Zayn right in front of him, tied up and
gagged as he was.  Louis lowered his gaze; it was his fault they were in
this mess.

   Conscious of the eyes on them both, it felt like an hour before they
heard the doors open again and the doctors came out.  Louis didn't dare
look up.

   "This nursing home is designed to teach self-control," Harry began, "and
I do not have the tolerance for those who do not care to improve
themselves. That is why you all are here.  These two boys, and you, are
about to see what happens to those who don't learn and break rules.  They
were found kissing during exercise period yesterday."

   This set off murmurs from the boys gathered around the courtyard, but
Harry cut it off after a few seconds.

   "For maximum effect, this is the punishment to be given.  They will
receive their cleaning enemas and prostate massages here, made to retain
other solutions while paddled, caned, and whipped, and finally receive one
hundred penetrations with this." Louis could only guess the doctor was
showing the audience something, and he shuddered imagining what it might
be. "The aim is to instill humility, self-control, and absolute obedience."

   The doctor stopped speaking, and came to stand in front of Louis. 
Unsure if he should look up, Louis did nothing, staring at Harry's shoes
until he felt a hand in his hair, tugging painfully and he tilted his neck
to look at the doctor.

   Harry's face was a mask of mixed disgust and anger.  "I hope this
teaches you something," he hissed, before letting go and walking around to
the other side.

   Louis was used to the cleaning enemas now, but to have them administered
in front of everybody was absolutely mortifying.  The process of getting on
and off the horse to expel the soapy solution felt like it took ages; his
cheeks never once stopped blushing bright pink.

   After he took both, the doctor secured him back onto the frame, and
Louis risked a glance at Zayn.  The other boy wasn't blushing, but the
embarrassment was clear in his dark eyes, and Louis' stomach sank in
sympathy.  He saw Doctor Payne lubricating his fingers with the petroleum
jelly, and he knew Harry was doing the same behind him.

   Louis had come to dread the massages, hating the clear arousal that he'd
begun to feel whenever the doctor's fingers entered him and rubbed against
that bundle of nerves.  And maybe he was imagining it, but they seemed to
be lasting longer each time, as though he were being teased to his
unsatisfying orgasm rather than pushed straight to it.  Now he hated the
fact that everyone would see it, everyone would watch the way he squirmed
and whimpered in the back of his throat.  Maybe the gag would keep some of
his sounds quiet, but he didn't hold out much hope.

   The next thing he felt was Harry's fingertips circling his hole, and he
tensed for a split second before relaxing.  The more he cooperated, the
sooner this would be over, he tried to remind himself.  Still, he couldn't
help the soft groan that escaped him as the first finger breached his rim.

   Across from him, he heard Zayn trying to hold back his own noises, but
from the sound of it, Doctor Payne was wasting no time.  Why was Harry
being so slow with Louis?

   Humiliation, Louis decided several minutes later, when Harry had two
fingers crooked inside him and was varying the pressure on Louis' prostate.
The boy couldn't help but whine, tears leaping to his eyes at how strangely
aroused the whole procedure had made him.  But the doctor kept him soft,
gripping at Louis' cock with an ice cold hand to keep him from a proper
climax.

   Then, there was even more pressure on his rim, and Louis tried to
wriggle away but the restraints were done too tightly for him to move even
an inch any way.  Harry was trying to get a third finger in him!  Louis
moaned, loudly, as the third finger went in, his bum feeling completely
stuffed full.  Zayn let out a muffled grunt of his own, and Louis glanced
up to see him ejaculating into the glass.  Frustrated and wanting it to be
over, Louis tried bucking his hips to get more of that pressure on his
prostate, but Harry stopped him with a swift slap to the upper thigh.

   "Don't move," he scolded, twisting his third finger so it too was
grazing Louis' sweet spot.  The boy squeezed his eyes shut, muscles
quivering with the effort it took to stay still.  Finally, finally, he felt
his semen dripping from his cock, and he groaned again, feeling like he
could cry with how unsatisfying it was.  Then Harry's fingers were gone,
leaving Louis' arse empty all of a sudden.

   He heard the sound of wheels, and he knew what was next.  But as the
enema nozzle was shoved into his hole once more and the solution started to
fill him, he understood why Harry had asked about his home punishment--he
intended to recreate it here.  The ox bile solution made his insides cramp
horribly, and he wanted so badly to curl into a ball to relieve the pain
but he was forced to lie there and take it without complaint.  Louis found
he was thankful for the gag, as it gave him something to bite on as the
ginger root was the next thing to invade his bumhole.

   Writhing pitifully, probably sweating a bit, and cheeks a brilliant
crimson, Louis had no idea how he survived twenty strokes each with the
paddle, the flogger, and the cane, all while holding the awful mixture
inside him.  He lost count quickly, but was crying silently by the time
Harry started with the cane.  Every hit brought a new explosion of pain to
his upturned arse, and the doctor wasn't gentle at all.  Louis wouldn't be
sitting comfortably for days after this, that was certain.  The only good
thing was that he was focused too much on the cramping in his poor bowels
and the fiery pain stinging every part of his bum to think about the
audience they had.

   Sniffling, he went limp in his bonds, giving up on resisting when
clearly there was no point.  The hits blended together into one massive
spot of pain, taking up every space in his mind, so much that he didn't
snap back to reality until the doctor was untying him and bringing him a
chamber pot to empty the solution into.  Face red and streaked with tears,
Louis did so, but was surprised when he was made to stay on hands and knees
on the ground.

   "One more soap and water, just to clean you from that vile solution,"
Harry explained.

   Of course.  Louis' arse had never felt so violated in his life, but what
could he do?  Not obey and be punished even more?  By the time he was tied
back to the horse, he could see faint marks from where the leather straps
had started to rub blisters into his skin.

   Harry came around to Louis' front again, holding a cucumber-shaped black
rubber object.  It was about eight or nine inches in length and one in
circumference, if Louis had to guess, with a flared base like the plug he
was made to wear all day.  It smelled, and looked, like it had been
lathered up with soap.

   "You'll get your penetrations with this," Harry explained, and behind
him Louis could hear Doctor Payne telling Zayn the same thing.  "It is
lubricated with soap, which is not for comfort--you are sufficiently
stretched after your prostate massage--but is meant to clean.  A clean boy
is a good boy, see?  It may sting you slightly, but pay it no mind."

   Louis knew how mildly irritating the soap could be, but he wasn't
prepared for the doctor to start inserting the thing into his bum without
care.  He bit down on the knot and just about screamed, the intruder
pushing into his tight hole and filling him up, deeper than any plug or
ginger root or even Harry's fingers.  The soap did more than sting, it felt
like it burned as it was rubbed into the the tissue of his now-sensitive
insides.  Just when he thought the sting had faded enough to be bearable,
the object left him, only to return with a fresh burn.  Harry must have
rubbed more soap on it.

   Louis didn't bother trying to keep count, more worried about his cock
starting to stiffen up underneath him, betraying how he really found the
whole treatment.  It was useless to hope the doctor didn't notice--the
doctor noticed everything.

   "Are you enjoying this, Louis?" Harry asked incredulously, withdrawing
the length only to ram it back in again.

   Louis tried to voice his protests through the gag, but all that came out
were mangled sounds.  He shook his head, but he could practically hear the
frown in the doctor's voice at his next words.

   "Because I think you are.  Naughty boy," he chastised Louis, pulling the
object out to put more soap on it.  "These are punishments, meant to teach
you lessons.  They are not to enjoy." The last statement was punctuated
with a particularly rough thrust in, and Louis screamed again.  His chin
hit the board under his head and he started to sob again, out of
frustration at his body.

   It felt like ages before Harry announced that the punishment was over
and directed the audience back inside.  Louis chanced another look at Zayn,
who seemed to be more relieved that it was over than anything.  Louis just
felt like he wanted to crawl under the blanket on his cot and never come
out again.

   The next thing he knew, Harry was massaging his arse cheeks, rubbing the
healing balm into the inflamed, bruised skin.  Louis sighed in relief, his
shoulders drooping, the tenseness finally gone.

   "You took your punishment well, Louis," Harry said, tapping Louis' cheek
to get him to look up.  The doctor wasn't smiling, but he wasn't frowning
either, so Louis counted that as a good thing.  "But I will have to look
into possibly altering your treatments from now on.  Your obedience has
improved--mostly--but your self-control is still severely lacking.  I need
to speak with Doctor Payne later."

   Louis didn't know what to do, so he just nodded.  He felt the familiar
day plug enter him, and then the straps were undone and Harry was lifting
him off the horse, putting his feet on the ground.  Louis' legs wobbled,
but he could stand with the doctor's help.  He hobbled back inside like
that, leaning on Harry's arm all the way up the stairs to his room. 
"Zayn?" he plucked up the courage to ask.

   "Doctor Payne is helping him back inside.  Neither of you will have any
permanent damage, just discomfort sitting and walking for the next few
days." Harry unlocked Louis' door, supporting him as they both went inside.
"Hannah will bring you your meals in here, but you will be allowed outside
for exercise hour.  Neither of you will receive further treatment today."

   Carefully, Louis draped himself on the cot facedown, gasping as the cool
air soothed his heated skin.  "Alright, Harry."

   "Good.  I will be in later to check on you." With that, the doctor left
the room, and Louis was left alone to wallow in his shame.