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"Dr Tomlinson, your last patient of the day is here."
Louis sighed and rolled his eyes at the mock formality of his PA's announcement. It had been an early start, and he'd had more patients than he would normally see in one day, because there seemed to be a rush of rich, entitled idiots who ignored all medical advice and ended up with entirely preventable ailments.
The number of STIs he'd seen today was revolting, and if he saw another red raw, weeping cock he might go off sex forever.
Being in private practice had its perks of course. He was finishing early more often than not, his case load stayed the same but he and his PA managed to squeeze them in to a shorter day generally, which is why it was only 4pm and he was on his last patient of the day.
"Background?" he asked his PA absently, as he washed his hands thoroughly and dried them on a soft towel.
"You're gonna love this one," Zayn grinned, "right up your street."
He raised an eyebrow. Zayn had been his friend and PA for almost his entire career, and new all of his secrets - both professional, and distinctly unprofessional. Louis often wondered if he'd be less, well, less problematic, if Zayn didn't take so much glee from constantly enabling his darker side.
"Name's Harry Styles," Zayn drawled, his feet up on Louis' desk, his long, slim limbs spread out, relaxed. Louis let his eyes wander his friend's lithe body and dark, beautiful features as he listened to him talk. They hadn't fucked for ages. Louis should remedy that asap.
"Hm?" he said, distracted, and Zayn grinned and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, he's only 18. Tall. Bit gangly but Lou, he's gorgeous." Zayn's brown eyes widened, and he sat forward, keen to continue. "And get this - he's from one of those hyper religious communities up north, you know the ones who are completely off-grid? He's never been to a Doctor before, didn't have a phone, no internet, no TV, nothing."
Louis' interest was very piqued.
Zayn smirked. "A complete innocent, Lou."
Louis smiled and let out a long breath. "What's he in for?" he asked, and Zayn shrugged.
"He wouldn't say, but he went bright pink when I asked, so you know, probably something suitably embarrassing. You gonna have fun with him?"
Louis recognised the lascivious look in his friend's eyes. He admitted he had deviant fetishes, and that a lot of his behaviours were downright disgusting, but he couldn't help feel Zayn was somehow worse.
Zayn got off on Louis' antics. He joined in sometimes, when Louis needed another pair or hands, or another cock, but generally all Zayn really wanted was to hear about it in great detail, or, even better, to watch. So Zayn fed Louis' sick desires, to feed his own.
What a friendship.
Louis smiled and spread his hands in front of him thoughtfully. "I don't know Zee, depends. I haven't even seen him yet."
"Well, I'd better bring him in then hadn't I?" Zayn got up, still smirking, and left the room.
The boy who trailed after Zayn when he returned truly was gorgeous. He had a mop of dark, curly hair, messy but somehow framing his face just right, a square jaw, long limbs. Louis could tell there was muscle beneath his clothes even though he was young, and he licked his lips at the thought of getting his hands on that body.
And his eyes. As they glanced up nervously at Louis, he almost gasped at the sight of them - piercing, forest green. Full of apprehension and innocence.
Perfect.
"Harry, this is Dr Tomlinson, he'll take good care of you, so please don't be nervous," Zayn said, his PA charm kicking in with ease. "He's the best there is." He ushered Harry to sit in the chair in front of Louis' desk as the boy smiled and said a quiet, shaky "Hi Doctor" to Louis under his breath.
Zayn put a soft hand on Harry's shoulder; soothingly, kindly. Louis held back a grin at how easily Zayn could fool people. His PA leaned down to the boy, lowering his voice as if only speaking to Harry, knowing full well Louis would hear.
"Just be honest and open Harry, and trust Dr Tomlinson, OK? He knows exactly what he's doing, and you're in good hands."
Harry looked up at Zayn, nodding and smiling faintly, murmuring thanks as the PA patted his shoulder and left the room.
Louis let the silence settle for a moment as he turned his back to Harry, heading over to the medical cabinet and grabbing some new latex gloves from the box.
"So," he said as he turned back to the boy, "what can I do for you today Harry?"
The boy shuffled in his seat, avoiding eye contact, opening his mouth to speak a couple of times, before shutting it again and grimacing. Instead of sitting back behind his desk opposite Harry, Louis moved round and sat in the chair next to him, nixing the space between them.
"Harry, I'm a Doctor, OK? I have seen just about everything there is to see on, or in the human body, and believe me there is nothing that could surprise or disgust me. So whatever is bothering you, just tell me."
He reached towards Harry with a gloved hand, feeling a test of reactions was needed. He curled a finger under the boy's chin and pulled upwards gently, raising Harry's face so that he was looking at him. Harry didn't protest, no shying away or objections to the touch, and raised his eyes to meet Louis'.
Good.
Harry let out a nervous breath before he finally started to speak. "Um, well, its just-" he paused, looking into Louis' eyes again, and it felt like he was searching for something. Louis kept his look reassuring, kind.
"Its just, I've been having these weird things happen to me." He shrugged nervously. "My, uh, to my body. And in my head too. I think there's something wrong with me."
Louis nodded seriously. "Can you describe the things Harry?" he asked calmly, and Harry fidgeted in his seat again.
"Oh, yes of course. I get these pains in my tummy, down here," he placed a hand on his lower stomach, just above his groin. "It sort of aches. And, um..." he trailed off, his face going bright pink. Louis stayed silent, nodding to encourage him to continue.
"This is so embarrassing," Harry murmured, but took another breath and continued. "My penis," he whispered, "it keeps getting hard. I mean, its done that sometimes for a few years, since I got hair down there and stuff, but lately its been more often, and, kind of, harder than normal. And it hurts Dr Tomlinson."
Louis had never seen anyone blush harder. Could the boy be quite this innocent? If so, Zayn was right, he really was perfect.
"Hm, OK, that sounds upsetting Harry. Is there anything that you do when this happens, to ease the discomfort?" he asked, pushing a little to establish more clearly what Harry did and more importantly didn't know.
"Oh, well, I sometimes rub it, which feels really nice but, like, overwhelming. And I don't know if I should do that because actually it just makes it hurt more."
Louis nodded. "And has rubbing your penis ever made it feel better?"
Harry shook his head, and his curls bounced. "No, I always stop because it feels really weird, like I get hot all over and it hurts and I feel like I'm going to do make things worse. Then my penis and my tummy just really hurt for ages after that, so I think its probably the wrong thing to do."
Jesus Christ.
Needing to move to avoid an obvious erection, Louis stood up, ushering Harry to the examination table in the corner and getting him to sit on the end of it. He took out an ear torch, reflex hammer, blood test kit and his stethoscope, and proceeded to do the usual eye, ear and knee checks as he continued to ask questions.
"You said strange things had been happening in your head too Harry, can you explain that to me?" he asked, keeping his voice level and calm.
Harry nodded as his leg jerked in response to the reflex hammer. "I've been having these thoughts Dr Tomlinson. About people, er, touching me and stuff. Touching my penis and my, um, you know..." he flicked his head backwards, eyes tilting down.
"Your back?" Louis asked, feigning confusion.
This was almost becoming too good to be true.
Harry whimpered a little in embarrassment. "No, my bum." He was whispering again, looking at Louis with so much apprehension and shame.
And trust. Absolute trust.
Louis subtly adjusted himself.
"I dream about it all the time, almost every night," Harry was saying, fear rising in his eyes. "And two days ago when I woke up, I was covered in this sticky stuff, all over my sleeping shorts and up my chest. I felt good when I first woke up, like, sleepy and nice, but then when I saw all the gunky stuff I just panicked."
"And that's what made you come and see me?" Louis asked kindly, and Harry nodded.
"I've only just moved out of home, my parents chucked me out because I don't believe in their God any more, so I've just got myself a job in a bakery - I'm really good at baking you see, thank god, so I managed to find myself a cheap place and have just about enough money to survive on my own. But I'm a bit lost in the city, its all new to me."
The words rushed out as the boy began to move past his initial mortification, and Harry looked so forlorn and anxious that if Louis had been a better person, his heart would have gone out to him.
Instead, he saw endless, delicious possibilities.
"And now this weird stuff keeps happening to me. I didn't want to go to an NHS doctor because I've heard that you don't always get to see the same one twice, so I borrowed some money off my boss, told her I needed to pay a rental deposit, and she said she'd take it from my wages in instalments, so that I could come and see someone more, you know, discreet. I'm scared Dr Tomlinson. Can you help me?"
Fucking Hell.
Louis put on his most soothing smile, and helped Harry remove his shirt so that he could take a blood test. Louis was quick and efficient, and sealed the capsules containing Harry's blood carefully. He'd rush the tests through tomorrow - anything for this flawless boy.
"I can definitely help you Harry," he nodded matter-of-factly as he put the syringe down onto the tray next to him. "You're lucky you're my last patient of the day though, as I think I’ll have to carry out quite a few tests to properly establish what's going on, I need to see some of these things for myself."
Harry nodded earnestly, standing up when Louis asked him to take off the rest of his clothes, quickly stripping without question until he stood in just his boxers, nervously shifting from foot to foot, waiting for the next instruction.
"I'm going to need those to come off too Harry," Louis chuckled. "Since your symptoms are mainly in your penis and genitals, its important I examine them thoroughly, isn't it?"
Harry nodded again, the seemingly permanent blush on his face and neck deepening as he bent to take off his underwear. When he was fully naked, Louis instructed him to lie on his back on the bed. He decided to leave the stirrups for later, not wanting to spook the boy too early.
"Let's have a look then shall we?" he murmured absently as his gloved hands picked up Harry's soft, but beautifully large cock.
Louis couldn't believe his luck, and for a brief moment he considered this might be some kind of honey trap. Had a previous patient decided to get revenge, using Harry as bait?
Unlikely, he thought, for a few reasons.
One, Harry seemed utterly genuine, and certainly wasn't wearing any form of recording device. He was either the best actor Louis had ever met, or really was a complete innocent, at Louis' mercy.
Two, Louis was always careful to gather enough evidence and information on his special patients that he could maintain a life-long hold over them, strong enough that they wouldn't dream of telling anyone.
And three, most importantly, he was very good at getting them to want his treatments - he couldn't think of anyone who would actually want him to stop.
Harry's cock was hardening in his hands. His soft, barely there movements up and down the shaft were having the desired effect, and the boy was rigid on the bed, sweating a little and trying to control his body. And failing.
"Just relax Harry." Louis soothed. "I need to see the symptoms you described for myself, understand? So just let it happen and don't fight it, OK?"
Harry nodded, eyes screwed shut, and let out a breath to try and relax himself. His face slackened as Louis curled his fist around the boy's cock, gently pulling at it, tortuously slowly. Harry was rock hard in less than a minute, panting on the table, eyes open wide now, looking at Louis worriedly.
"I see," said Louis, as if thinking through possibilities. "Some of the tests I need to do might be a little uncomfortable, but they're necessary I'm afraid. OK?"
Harry nodded tightly, closing his eyes again. Louis stopped his movements.
"Harry, can you open your eyes for me love?" he asked kindly, "I know its tricky because its uncomfortable, but I need to see your reactions, and the eyes can tell me a lot."
Obediently, Harry's eyes stayed open, fixed on Louis', almost unblinking.
Louis hummed, pleased. He returned his hand to Harry's hard cock, which was standing upright against the boy's downy tummy. He gripped it harder, pulling with just enough force that if he carried on for long enough, he knew Harry would come.
The whimper this pulled from the boy went straight to Louis' cock.
"Does this hurt sweetheart?" he asked, and Harry shook his head, breath coming out in puffs with every pull over his slit.
"N-not hurt, no. Feels, ooooh god, feels so weird."
"I can stop if its too much Harry," Louis said gravely, pausing his hand.
Harry whined. "No, please!" he almost shouted; the boy's eyes were wide and dilated with arousal. "No, um, its fine, don't stop. I want to know what's wrong with me, and I can cope with whatever you need to do."
Louis chuckled a little, smiling down at Harry. "So, you don't want me to stop huh?" he asked, and Harry flushed impossibly pinker, shaking his head and smiling shyly.
Louis continued his movements, alternating between tight, quick pumps and gentle, slow pulls, twisting his fist and thumbing the boys slit periodically. He was an expert at recognising the signs of impending orgasm, and with Harry's inexperience it didn't take long at all before the boy was close.
But it was too soon for that.
Far too soon.
He moved his hand lower, gripping the wide base of Harry's cock and squeezing tight, making Harry arch uncomfortable and moan beautifully.
"Good boy," Louis murmured, watching closely as a shiver worked its way down Harry's body.
Praise kink maybe? Could he really be this fucking perfect?
"That felt- it hurts Doctor, but- I, um, I didn't want you to stop? Am I OK?" Harry asked breathlessly once the orgasm that he'd been on the edge of had faded back.
Louis smiled reassuringly. "I think so, yes, although you do seem to have abnormal levels of sensitivity in your genitals."
Harry frowned worriedly, and flinched at the snap of the latex gloves being pulled off the Doctor's hands. Louis grabbed a clean pair from the box next to him as Harry watched his every move.
The boy looked sinful, lying naked and panting on the examination table, cock hard and leaking on his tummy and his eyes slightly wild.
Louis hummed, willing his erection to remain under control. It wasn't time for his own cock to get involved - not yet anyway, not until he'd got those blood test results back. Harry was obviously a virgin but Louis would never take any risk on that front, and condoms were out of the question.
Perhaps he'd fuck him next session, if Harry was fully under his control by then, or worst case, the one after that.
"With such sensitivity in your penis, I suspect you may have the same issue in your anus Harry, so I need to do a couple more tests."
Harry paled, eyes going wide. "My- my anus?" he croaked, and Louis had to use all his self-control not to laugh at the innocent boy. He schooled his features into a stricter expression, allowing a hint of irritation to show, by very slightly rolling his eyes. It was obvious Harry caught the look.
"Yes Harry, your anus." He sighed and sat back on the stool next to the bed. "Look, I can't exactly diagnose you and form the right treatment plan unless I fully understand what's happening, can I?" he asked, with a hint of exasperation.
Harry looked mortified at Louis' irritation.
Louis placed a gentle hand on the boy's bare thigh, softening his face. "Sweetheart, I know this must be scary for you, but I really do know what I'm doing. You need to trust me. My only goal is to make you feel good."
It wasn't a lie.
Harry closed his eyes briefly, then nodded, mumbling an apology for being so silly. Louis waved it off dismissively.
"None of that, no apologies necessary, I know this is all new to you, love. Now, in order to get access without hurting you, I just need to pop your legs up into these stirrups," he pulled out the stirrups quickly, taking Harry's ankles and resting them in them before the boy had a chance to question what was happening.
As soon as Harry's legs were up, Louis clicked the ankle restraints into place - Zayn had had them fitted especially - restraining Harry with his legs up and splayed. Louis took in the view for a few seconds, then started to gently push Harry's legs further apart.
He kept pushing until Harry whimpered a little at the stretch, by which time he was so spread that Louis had to move the bed away from the wall so that he could push them further. He kept pushing gently, asking Harry to tell him when it became unbearable. Once he had, Louis released the stretch enough for the boy to lie fairly comfortably.
He was wonderfully supple, which would be very useful in later treatments. Louis hid a smirk, imagining Zayn's arousal while watching the footage later on the office security system.
Louis could definitely use the recording as a bargaining chip with his PA if he was quick enough after Harry left.
Focusing back on the beautiful boy in front of him, spread out and breathing heavily, he moved between his legs, grabbing a bottle of medicated lube and coating his gloved fingers with it.
Harry watched him with wide eyes.
"Right, so I'm going to examine your anus and prostate Harry. Have you ever had anything inside you before?"
Harry shook his head, curls bouncing, eyes fixed on Louis.
"No problem, this might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but you'll get used to it quickly, I promise," he soothed, his dry hand resting on Harry's still hard cock, squeezing slightly. "I'm going to insert one finger to start with, then another once you're relaxed into it, and perhaps more if necessary. Then I'll examine your prostate, that bit should feel nice, so that's something to look forward to hey?"
Harry's worried expression softened a little and he smiled tentatively, nodding again.
"I'll keep rubbing your penis as you said that feels nice, so it will be a good distraction from my fingers until you get used to them."
Harry didn't object, and Louis kept his expression calm and professional, despite the arousal raging in his stomach and the increasingly uncomfortable boner in his pants. He gripped Harry's cock firmly as he pushed his generously lubed middle finger into the boy.
Harry's mouth fell open as Louis pushed in until his knuckle pressed against the boy's rim, and he pumped his cock slowly, moving his finger in and out to try and open him up.
The boy was so tight that Louis thought he might have to somehow give him poppers to get him to loosen up enough to continue, the thought doing nothing to stave off his erection.
Harry's grunt brought Louis back to reality, and he was only just in time to stop the boy coming - he pulled his finger out quickly and gripped the base of his cock firmly. Harry cried out this time, arching upwards with a strangled sob as another orgasm was denied.
Louis maintained his grip on the base until Harry had calmed again, watching him closely to ensure he was back enough from the edge to continue. Harry looked wrecked.
"Very sensitive indeed," Louis murmured, feigning a slightly concerned look. Harry bit his lip anxiously as Louis hummed, sitting back as if considering options.
"Why does that keep happening, Sir?" Harry asked, confused and concerned. Louis' cock twitched at the honorific, and he had to fight to hold back a groan.
"Its perfectly natural Harry," Louis told him, "try not to worry. When you get all hot and tense like that, your body is approaching what we call a "purge". A purge can be a good way of relieving some of the pressure in your body, but it can also be dangerous if not done properly. At the end of this session I can help you purge if that's what you need, but its important that you only do so under my supervision."
Harry was listening attentively, nodding his understanding, utterly trusting and unquestioning. Louis smiled down at him.
"The problem is, sweetheart, I need to complete my examination before any purge, otherwise the results will be skewed. You are so sensitive that its going to be tricky to do this without some assistance. I have a device which will help, but it’s not tremendously comfortable, and I can't have you wriggling while I'm trying to assess you."
Harry shook his head. "Its OK Sir," he said sincerely, "You can use the device, and I promise I won't wriggle. I'll be good."
Holy Shit. Christ.
Louis turned away quickly, adjusting himself to hide his now raging erection, holding back a moan as he tucked the head of his cock into the waistband of his boxers to disguise the large bulge.
He grabbed a penoscrotal ring from the special box in the cabinet near the examination table, and wasted no time in securing it around Harry's balls, then stretching the other part over the head of his cock. It was tricky because the boy was so hard, but Louis managed it and was careful not to hurt him in the process.
Harry whined quietly as the ring settled at the base of his cock and balls, and Louis patted his tummy reassuringly.
"OK love?" he asked, and Harry grimaced but nodded, breaths coming out in little puffs, eyes wild. Louis returned to his hole, his finger sliding in slightly easier this time. He still marvelled at the delicious tightness though.
He moved his finger around, twisting it and flexing as much as he could, and slowly he felt the muscles in Harry's tight rim relax slightly. Harry was already panting and gasping so Louis decided not to play with his cock for the moment, the anal stimulation already having the effect that Louis was hoping for.
He worked another finger inside the boy, who tensed for a few seconds before Louis shushed him, rubbing his tummy to help him relax into it. Harry was moaning almost constantly now, and Louis was convinced he would have come had the ring not been in place.
It was simple to find his prostate, but once he had, eliciting a wild jerk from Harry and a high pitched cry, Louis studiously avoided the bundle of nerves, choosing instead to open Harry up ready for the finale of his plans.
For several minutes, Louis silently pumped his fingers in and out of Harry, scissoring them and twisting them, before eventually adding a third. The boy whined and arched as three fingers pulled him open, and he screamed when Louis crooked all three, pressing firmly into his prostate.
He held the pressure while he counted to ten, Harry writhing despite trying hard to keep still.
"Please Sir, please!" the boy whined, desperation making him rigid, sweat making his beautiful body shine.
Louis licked his lips, blowing out a breath before pressing in, hard, one more time. Then he quickly pulled his fingers out, and Harry sobbed brokenly, his cock now swollen and purple, leaking pre-come steadily against his stomach.
"Oh God," Harry moaned, "it hurts so much Sir." He was whimpering, and Louis hovered over him, his clean hand resting on the boy's cock again and making his entire body tremble.
"Shhh Harry, its OK," he murmured, squeezing the boy's cock a little to keep up the relentless stimulation. "I'm nearly done, and then I can purge you OK? You'll feel much better afterwards, I promise. Only one more thing to check."
Harry squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to regulate his breathing, and Louis took the opportunity to grab the last few pieces of equipment he needed from the special box.
"Just need to take some measurements love," he said calmly, as if Harry wasn't a wrecked, desperate mess in front of him. He took a measuring tape and picked up Harry's inflamed cock, holding it at right angles to the boy's body and pumping it slightly before holding the tape against it, and noting down the length.
As he measured the girth he squeezed tightly, and Harry moaned again, a blob of pre-come blurting out of the top as the boy writhed beneath him.
"OK good," Louis said, "now to measure inside."
He raised a soft looking black dildo so that Harry could see it, showing him the rubber pipe and hand-pump that was attached to the end. He lubed it thoroughly, and then slowly worked it into Harry.
It was narrower than his three fingers, so slid inside the boy with relative ease, but the length was obviously a shock, and Louis watched as Harry's eyes rolled back and mouth opened as he was filled by the toy.
"Right, I'm going to pump this up now so that I can assess how wide you can stretch Harry." The boy was lost in a haze of desperation and agonising desire, too far gone to respond. Louis continued as if Harry was listening.
"Its probably going to hurt a bit, but you've dealt with everything so well sweetheart, I know you're going to be just fine. OK?"
Without waiting for an answer, Louis started pumping the toy up, watching closely as Harry held his breath and went stiff on the bed.
In a later session, Louis mused, he would do this again, but with a ultrasound scanner against the boy's stomach, so that he could watch as the toy inflated, filling and stretching him internally.
For now, he was just having fun, seeing how far he could push Harry before he either passed out or broke down completely and begged for mercy. Ideally the latter, and he could see that the boy was close to giving him exactly what he wanted.
He pumped a few more times, watching as the boy's hole stretched open around the now huge toy inside him. Suddenly, Harry screamed - a broken, pained cry that Louis immediately knew he would get himself off listening to, while waiting for the next session with this perfect patient.
"Please Doctor!" Harry wailed, "please no more! It hurts Sir, please!"
Louis smiled, counting to 20 silently, letting Harry beg for a little longer before eventually relenting. He pulled the toy out still inflated, and proceeded to make a show of measuring its width and length while Harry cried brokenly on the examination table.
Eventually, when the boy seemed to have calmed down a little, Louis turned back to him, placing both hands on his hips and massaging gently.
"I need you to calm down now Harry, please," he said sternly, making the boy whimper. "You obviously need a purge, but I can't do that while you're writhing so much."
Harry took several deep breaths, his fists clenched at his sides as he tried to control his aching, desperate body. He eventually stilled, and Louis nodded in satisfaction.
"Good boy," he murmured, and Harry's eyes popped open, bloodshot and dilated. He let out another long moan as the tears spilled down his cheeks.
Louis took the prostate massager he'd laid out earlier, and lubed it up. "I need you to stay as still as you can Harry OK? If you move too much I'll have to stop." Harry could only nod.
"This will help you purge. It will feel scary but I've got you, so no need to fight it. I'll start with this and then take the ring off your genitals when I think you're ready."
He pushed the vibrator inside Harry, who whined again, legs and arms straight and rigid to try and stop himself moving. Once it was fully inside, Louis twisted it so that it rested against the boy's prostate, and turned it on.
He watched, fascinated, as Harry slowly, painfully arched off the bed, trying so hard not to move but his body taking over. Rather than scold him, Louis continued to watch, praying to every deity that the security cameras hadn't malfunctioned just at the wrong moment.
Harry cried and begged for something, anything, and Louis simply enjoyed the show for several long minutes, until the boy looked like he might pass out with the intensity of it all.
Louis reached forward and popped the ring off Harry's balls, quickly sliding the second loop off his hard, swollen cock. He had barely moved it away from the head before Harry was coming, spurting long, thick lines of spunk up his chest.
Louis was amazed by how much the boy produced, and by how painfully his body convulsed. He was silent now, his mouth open in a mute scream and his eyes wide and unblinking. It was the longest orgasm Louis had ever seen, and when the boy eventually started to shiver with aftershocks, Louis finally removed the vibrator and let him come down from his high.
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While Harry was in subspace, Louis took the opportunity to put everything away, unclip him from the stirrups, clean the boy up and cover him in a soft blanket. Once he'd woken him gently, cooing at him until his beautiful eyes fluttered open, he sat for a while, stroking the boy's hair and face reassuringly.
"D-did I pass out?" Harry croaked, and Louis nodded seriously.
"You did sweetheart, which is why its really important that only I help you purge. You mustn't ever try it on your own, or with anyone else, understand?"
Harry nodded seriously, a little afraid.
"What's wrong with me Sir?" he whispered, turning onto his side to face Louis, and sighing as his aching body stretched.
"Its nothing we can't fix sweetheart," Louis said kindly. "You're very over sensitive, which is rare, but a programme of treatments and regular purges should keep you healthy and happy, so please don't worry."
He smiled brightly, but Harry looked increasingly worried. A moment of doubt crept into Louis' mind - had he pushed the boy too far?
"What's wrong Harry? Come on love, you can tell me."
Harry bit his lip. "Its just- um, I only have enough money for this consultation Dr Tomlinson. I was hoping it was going to something simple to fix and I can't afford more sessions with you."
Louis let out a relieved breath.
This was actually even better, he thought, another way to make the boy indebted to him. He schooled his expression into a thoughtful one.
"Do you know what Harry, I haven't had a patient like you for a long time, and I find your case fascinating. How about this," he leaned forward so that he was in Harry's space, and rubbed a hand along the dip of the boy's waist, over the blanket.
"How about I give you the treatments and purges for free, in return for you participating in a few experiments, to help me learn more about your unusual sensitivity? That way, we both benefit from the arrangement?"
Harry was so grateful he agreed immediately, and once Louis had fed the boy some snacks and plenty of fluids, and helped him dress his shaky body, they agreed to meet twice a week, Louis assuring the boy that Zayn would book him into the last session of the day so they had plenty of time and wouldn't be rushed.
He ushered Harry out of the office with instructions to go home and rest, eat a healthy meal and drink plenty of water, and with Louis' number programmed into his very basic phone in case he needed anything. Louis was conscious of sub-drop with a patient so responsive and inexperienced, and resolved to check in later with the boy just in case.
Zayn looked up keenly as they came out, but Louis rushed back in as soon as Harry had left so that Zayn couldn't question him, locking the door as he grabbed his laptop.
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A while later, the door now unlocked, Zayn barged in, his eyebrows scrunched into an angry scowl.
"Why is there no security footage of your session with Harry, Louis?" he asked accusingly, jutting out his chin in annoyance.
Louis smirked, getting up to stand in front of his PA. He opened his palm, showing Zayn the USB stick he'd been holding. Zayn's eyes widened, and his gaze flicked between Louis' face and his hand.
Suddenly he reached for the stick, but Louis was quicker and snatched it away too fast for him.
"Ah-ah-ah," he chided, grinning evilly at his friend. "You want the footage so badly? You know what I want Zaynie."
Zayn huffed and rolled his eyes. "Fucks sake Lou, just let me see it!" he moaned in frustration, stamping a foot and looking for all the world like a stroppy toddler.
Louis shook his head. "Zee, that boy was fucking delicious. I've had a raging boner from the moment I got my hands on him, and I need relief." He moved closer to his PA, reaching around him to squeeze his ass, murmuring into his ear. "You can watch the footage while I fuck you."
Zayn groaned and slumped his shoulders, but Louis felt the man's cock twitch against his thigh which was pressed between Zayn's legs.
Zayn considered his options for a moment. "Use lube this time," he grumbled, starting to undo his trousers.
"Nope," Louis popped the "p" to emphasise the word, and Zayn scowled at him. "You can suck me off first, get me nice and wet, and I'll spit on your hole if you like. That's my final offer." He waved the USB stick just out of Zayn's reach as he pressed his thigh into the man's groin.
Zayn's orgasm was almost as long as Harry's had been, and the feeling of his PA's tight hole clenching around his cock as the footage of Harry's session played on Louis large computer monitor in front of them, Zayn bent over Louis' desk and pushing back onto him rhythmically, was enough to send Louis over into a long awaited climax.
Once they'd cleaned up, they grabbed the bottle of scotch from Louis' desk drawer, and spent the rest of the evening planning out Harry's next treatment session in a couple of days time.
Louis hummed contentedly, swirling his Scotch.
"You know, I think," he announced quietly to his PA as Zayn slightly grumpily knelt between his legs and started to undo his flies, "we've found the perfect patient."