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, rim, 1st, Mm

   ~~~~~~

   Nobody came to Louis' room for hours after the doctor left, and the only
measurement of time he had was the ringing of the bell every hour.  He
still didn't know where the bell was..  Harry had said he'd get his meals,
but Louis was also anticipating the daily morning caning he'd gotten
somewhat used to in between breakfast and lunch.  Still, no one came, and
Louis knew he should feel relieved that he got to miss the rest of his
treatments for the day but it also set him on edge.  What was he supposed
to do in here all day?

   As well, Doctor Styles' words about altering his treatment loomed in the
back of Louis' mind like thunderous clouds.  What did that mean?  Was he
going to make them worse?  Louis didn't know how he was taking what he'd
been getting already, and the thought of more was enough to make him bury
his face in the pillow and let out a pitiful whine.

   He drifted in and out of sleep until Hannah came in.  She entered the
room with a sandwich on a tray, along with a glass of water.  "Lunch," she
told him as he turned his head to the side to look at her.  "Come on then,
sit up so you can eat."

   "Don't want to," he muttered, but he sat up anyway, wincing as he sat on
his well-punished bum.

   "May I?" She pointed to the corner of the bed, and when he nodded she
sat.  "Can you keep a secret?" she asked him.

   Louis' ears perked up at the mention of a secret.  "I can," he replied
around a bite of sandwich.  "What is it?"

   "Well, actually two." Hannah paused, tucking a lock of hair behind her
ear.  "First, I saw you and Zayn get punished."

   Louis flushed deeply, embarrassed at the thought of the nurse he'd
gotten rather friendly with witnessing the whole ordeal.  It was silly, of
course, she saw him naked every day, but as far as he knew, she never saw
any of his treatments, though he was sure he knew of the regimen.

   "It was the most severe public punishment I've seen since I've been
here," she told him, eyes slightly wider than normal.

   "How long has that been?"

   "About two years," she said after a moment's thought.  "That was the
first secret.  The second is, I know Doctor Styles told you he may change
your treatments."

   "Do you know if he will?" Louis asked, unable to keep the eager
curiosity out of his voice.

   Hannah placed a finger to her lips, and he lowered his voice to a
whisper.  "Sorry.  Will he?"

   "Yes," she said with a quick nod.  "I was with Doctor Payne and Doctor
Styles when they discussed it.  Doctor Styles said he wants to take a
more...hands-on approach to your discipline.  Said you were a special case
that needs special attention."

   Louis swallowed nervously, his sandwich halting halfway to his mouth. 
Suddenly he didn't feel like eating anymore.  "I'm afraid to ask what that
means."

   "That, I don't know exactly," Hannah said.  "But you'll be seeing less
of Doctor Payne--Doctor Styles will do all of your treatments from now on."

   Grand, Louis thought to himself.  He had originally feared Doctor Payne
more, as he hit harder and generally snapped more, but Doctor Styles had a
calm demeanor that could almost be more scary, as Louis couldn't always get
a handle on how the doctor was feeling.  He showed little to no reaction at
all to Louis' squirming or noises during the treatments, and back then
Louis had thought the doctor was just doing his job, but after getting used
to both doctors' personalities, he had to admit that at least he never had
to wonder whether Doctor Payne thought he was doing well or doing badly.

   "It's not so bad," Hannah said, as though she were reading his mind. 
"He's really good at what he does.  He says he's only had a handful of
patients come back--the rest are all cured by the time they leave."

   Well, no wonder.  Louis might actually cry in front of someone if he had
to be sent back here for another month.  "I should hope I never have to."

   "I hope you won't, either." Hannah picked up his empty glass and pointed
to his plate.  "Are you finished?"

   Louis nodded and handed the plate back to her.  "The doctor said I'm
still going outside for exercises, yes?"

   "You are.  Niall will come and fetch you and Zayn in about quarter of an
hour."

   "Alright.  Thank you, Hannah."

   Hannah nodded, taking his empty dishes out of the room and leaving Louis
alone once more.

   Niall came by some time later, Zayn already in tow.  "Ready to go?" he
asked brightly.  If Louis didn't know better he'd think the Irishman was
some kind of hyper-realistic automaton, programmed to be cheerful and
smiling all the time.

   "Yeah." He couldn't meet Zayn's eyes, the guilt in his stomach hurting
worse than any residual effects of the punishment.

   "Hey, mate," Zayn said softly, nudging at Louis' arm as they headed down
the long corridors.  "You alright?"

   The gentle tone came as a relief; Zayn wasn't angry with him.  Still,
Louis looked up nervously to see Zayn giving him a small smile.  "Yeah, are
you?"

   "As alright as I can be.  Doctor Payne is really nice when he wants to
be, you know," Zayn confided.

   Louis' eyebrows rose in surprise.  "He must really favour you.  I don't
think he likes me very much at all."

   They emerged into the courtyard, where the rest of the boys were already
outside.  Slowly, heads turned to look their way, and the noise quieted to
dull whispers.  Louis blushed, biting his lip and trying to brush his
fringe over his face to cover his eyes.  Just as he made up his mind to
slink off to a corner somewhere and hide for the hour, the boys swarmed
them, chattering about the excitement of the morning.  But where Louis had
expected jeering and mocking at his ordeal, the boys were unexpectedly
complimentary.  They told him the same thing Hannah had, how none of them
had ever seen a punishment that harsh, "but my, you took it like a real
man!" Louis' blush soon turned proud, and he reveled in the new respect he
saw in the way the others looked at him.  A glance to Zayn told him he was
feeling the exact same way.

   Once everyone had calmed down, they split into their usual exercise
routines--Louis and Aiden and a few others playing football against Zayn
and his regular side.  And for an hour, everything felt fairly normal
again.

   ~

   Louis didn't expect to see Doctor Styles for the rest of the day, but
shortly after Hannah took away his empty dinner plates, Harry came
knocking.

   "Hello, Louis," he greeted in that same mildly amiable but
nerve-wracking tone.  "How did the day treat you?"

   "Fine, thank you," Louis muttered, still shifting uncomfortably on his
bum.

   "You may recall that I mentioned altering your treatments earlier."

   Louis nodded, and Harry went on.  "I have spoken with Doctor Payne and
Nurse Walker, and they are both in agreement that your current treatment
plan does not appear to be of maximum benefit to you.  Your obedience has
improved, but the same cannot be said for your self-control.  I observed
your reactions to today's punishment, and we have decided to change your
treatment accordingly."

   At that, Louis' gut twisted.  Were they going to reenact that on him
every single day?  He couldn't take it, he knew he couldn't, even if he had
no other treatments for the rest of the day afterward.  "Please, please
don't," he burst out.  "I'll--I'm trying, I really am."

   Harry regarded his little outburst with a mix of frustration and
amusement.  "That was not what I was going to say, Louis," he said, rolling
his eyes a bit.  "I have decided that you would benefit most from more
one-on-one treatment, so I will be taking care of all your treatments from
now on.  Likewise, Doctor Payne will take over all of Zayn's treatments. 
Your cases are special, and therefore require special action.  How did you
find the soap treatment, Louis?"

   There was a beat of silence before Louis realised he was expected to
answer.  "I didn't like them at all." It wasn't a complete lie, but there
was no mistaking the way his body had reacted at the large thing thrusting
in and out of his bum, hitting his prostate on occasion.

   "I don't believe that," Harry replied coolly.  "That, too, shows an
astonishing lack of self-control, which is the reason you are here. 
Perhaps it was the newness of the feeling."

   "Yes, probably," Louis was quick to agree.

   "We will reduce the number of canings and whippings and substitute soap
treatments instead.  As I said earlier, a clean boy is a good boy, and what
today told me is that you are far from that.  I believe a thorough cleaning
inside and out is what you need for your mind to be in the right place."

   Louis gulped nervously, remembering vividly the burn of the soap as it
was forced into him again and again.

   Harry chuckled.  "I can already tell that will be far more effective,
won't it?  But I do think that you took this morning's punishment well, and
I think you deserve a reward for that."

   "A--a reward?" Louis piped up, almost scared to ask what constituted a
`reward' in this place.

   "Do you not want it?" Harry arched a brow.

   "No, no, I--I do."

   "Good boy.  Up on the horse now, regular position."

   Was this a punishment or a reward?  Louis couldn't help but wonder, the
humiliating position now synonymous with the treatments.  Still, he saw no
other option but to obey, so he did.  To his surprise, the doctor did not
strap him down, just placed both large hands on Louis' bum cheeks and
spread them, so close Louis could feel the soft exhales tickle his hole. 
For several long seconds, the doctor didn't do anything.  Then-

   Something warm and wet touched his rim.  "Jesus!" Louis burst out,
starting to shake all over at the feeling.  It was foreign and strange but
not entirely unpleasant.  The faint smacks coming from behind him told him
that was a tongue on his bumhole, and Harry's at that.  "Oh, my..." Louis
took a deep, shuddering breath, gripping the nearest wooden beam so tightly
he lost feeling in his whitened fingertips.  He couldn't even find it in
himself to feel shame at the near instant reaction of his cock this time.

   Suddenly Harry's mouth was gone, replaced with the rub of a dry thumb
around his rim.  "You are not to reach orgasm," the doctor's voice warned,
"or you'll lick your semen off the floor."

   Louis nodded fervently.  There was no way he was licking that floor.

   Harry had called it a reward, but Louis saw it as more torture.  Once he
got past the initial weird feeling, it dissolved into a mind-numbing bliss
that kept his body relaxed yet feeling wound tight like the spring in a
cuckoo clock.  Below him, his cock throbbed, heavy and leaking and it took
all of his concentration, every thought of the hard whippings he'd been
receiving over the past days to keep himself from reaching his peak. 
Harry's mouth kept working, tongue laving over his rim and eventually
breaching his hole, the unexpected pleasure making him gasp and moan
quietly.

   Finally, Harry pulled away, leaving Louis quivering and nearly mewling
on the horse.  He felt boneless and limp, like he'd just played football
for twelve hours straight and his muscles were all tense.  "Good boy," the
doctor praised him again, helping Louis drag his body off the frame and
back to his cot.  "No more enemas tonight, but tomorrow, we start your new
treatments.  Good night."