Captive. (ls)

22. Trust •

Quite a long chapter for you guys. Hope you enjoy x

Harry's POV

"Are you sure you're up for this?" He questioned, securing the school's green and blue tie around my neck.

"Not really," I let out with a shaky sigh, all this emotional stress having an effect on my body, "But it's mandatory, plus I don't think we'll run into Professor."

He hummed and gently brushed my hair back before motioning for me to go brush my teeth, "I'd like to think that, but with these examinations going on today, I'm gonna have to get my fists ready."

I giggled shyly at his talk about fighting someone for me, and quickly brushed my teeth for the second time that morning.

Louis waffled on about what was going to be expected of me, and to be quite frank, it was a bit intimidating. There were going to be doctors and dentists there, along with some of the highest names in the BDSM world, and they were all there to examine me. Well, me and my other classmates, obviously.

After ushering me out of the car, Louis took ahold of my left hand and guided me through the doors as if I didn't already know where I was going. It was strange to see him so fidgety.

I slid past his front and pushed the door open for him without thinking twice, to which he thanked me, and I blushed once realizing how much of a habit it had become.

Louis whispered in my ear gently, "Behave, okay?"

I nodded once to confirm that I understood and followed him into the auditorium, my eyes trained on the backs of Louis' feet. I almost bumped into his back when he stopped abruptly and peered up when he said I could, seeing a white table in front of us. Upon looking around the room, I saw many of my classmates knelt in their submissive positions on the table, so I assumed that that's what I should be doing too.

With the help of Louis, I climbed onto the cold plastic and knelt with my legs spread and my eyes cast downwards. Louis' hand rubbed small circles over my thigh and I tried to imagine how he felt. He was basically showcasing his property to the authorities for them to confirm he was doing his role as a caring dominant.

Louis' hand squeezed my thigh, bringing me out of my thoughts to see a pair of brown shoes walking towards us.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Roma," the man introduced himself to Louis but didn't even acknowledge me. I was growing used to that.

"Louis Tomlinson, and my submissive, Harry," he spoke, a flicker of pride in his tone.

Without any warning, the doctor gripped my jaw with cold, glove covered fingers and pried my mouth open. He stuck a wooden utensil into my mouth and slid it further down my throat until my eyes pricked with tears, but I stayed still until he was finished.

Much to my dismay, as soon as he pulled the stick out, he stuck his chubby little fingers around my mouth to check for any teeth or gum damage.
I seen him check mark the 'mouth' box, and I internally beamed at passing the first test, but from the reassuring look I caught from Louis, I had a feeling that this examination was far from over.

"Please remove your shirt, pants, and socks," the doctor requested, his voice blank and emotionless.

I quickly glanced up at Louis for permission and huffed when he nodded. He helped me strip down to my boxers with loving words of encouragement because just now did we start to notice a few of my classmates were fully naked, crying, with a strange doctor's fingers buried deep inside them.

A slow, steady breath pushed past my lips as I felt Dr. Roma's hands push in at random spots on my body. I hissed in slight discomfort when he nudged at my back, and Louis quickly spoke up.