That Burning Feeling
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,792
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
That Burning Feeling
Author: hellfire
Beta: No one was brave enough this time around…
Summary: Marcus Flint gets a yeast infection! Yes, men can get them too. Basically, if I’m going to suffer, someone else sure as hell is, too.
Pairings: Marcus Flint and the evil yeast infection from hell
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for my acidophilus packed yogurt and the emergency 3day applicator pack that will only be used if my doctor won’t be nice and prescribe Diflucan for me on Monday. Everything else belongs to JKR.
Rated R for language, content, and adult situations.
Marcus became aware of the itch sometime in second period, during Professor Binns’ lecture on the sidhe and goblin wars of 1612. It was centered in his groin, and seemed to be based at the tip, so he discreetly adjusted himself, hoping that that would take care of the itch. It didn’t. Somehow, scratching it just made it worse. Mildly irritated, Marcus grabbed himself again and shifted, certain that that was all it would take. No such luck.
The itch just got worse, and to top that off, it seemed that his cock was starting to respond to all of the attention.
Snarling to himself, he sat up straight and crossed his legs, hoping that his cock would go back to sleep, and that the movement would finally satisfy the damned itching that was starting to drive him absolutely ape shit. For the rest of the class, Marcus shifted and twisted, occasionally reaching down between his legs and adjusting himself. He only hoped that no one noticed his little display; he was in a baoughough mood that he might have to kill someone if they made jokes about him wanking in class through his pants.
As soon as class was over, Marcus grabbed his books and hurried to the boys’ bathroom that was located next to the History room. Deciding that a stall would be a much better choice than a urinal, he hurried into the closest one, shut and bolted the door, and set his backpack down. Pushing his voluminous robes to the side, he quickly undid his belt, unfastened his trousers, and dropped his pants before sitting down on the cool porcelain seat. Almost afraid to look, he firmly grasped his penis and peeked down at it, to see what could be causing him such intense irritation. To his shock and horror, the tip of his beautiful beloved penis was bright red and puffy, and was weeping a thin white fluid. Marcus blinked. He’d seen clear precum coming from it a number of times, but he wasn’t erect at all. He’d seen cum itself dripping off of it before, and since he hadn’t had an orgasm, and they didn’t usually produce that effect either, it most certainly was not semen. Wasn’t piss either, unless he’d completely missed something, and his pee had turned white and now leaked out at all times.
Marcus squeezed the head experimentally, to see what would happen. Jerking his hand away and curling protectively around his now-injured bits as pain shot through him, he decided not to do that again. Ever. Cause repetition would be bad. Very, very bad.
Whimpering a bit, he uncurled his body and stared at his offending member again. When he’d squeezed it, more of the white stuff had come out. Taking a deep breath, he cautiously reached out and scooped some up with a shaking finger. Letting his breath out in a heaving sigh, he brought the goo-covered digit up to his face and inhaled. No smell. That was good; at least there was no funky smell.
Dimly, Marcus heard the bell ring to signal the start of classes, but he paid it no mind. He had more important things to worry about; his little buddy was sick, and he had to find a cure.
***
Marcus leaned back against his pillows and stared at the magazine spread out on his legs. He’d searched the library that afternoon, but had had little luck in finding anything useful as he was unfamiliar with the library, and had not wanted to ask Madame Pince for help. He had been afraid that she would want to know all of his symptoms out loud in order to help him. The way it looked though, he was going to have to share his symptoms with someone soon, whether he wanted to or not.
Sighing, he looked at the booklet again. The magazine was a Muggle one, called “Cosmopolitan”. He’d taken it from a couple of fifth year Hufflepuff girls who’d been reading it in Charms. When they’d protested, he’d simply growled at them and told them he’d ran out of decent porn and wanted to see if Muggle women could do it for him. That had shut them up right quick. The reason he’d snatched it though, had been the little artithatthat had caught his eye. “Is it a yeast infection, or an STD?” The headline had read. While attempting to read it over their shoulders, he’d seen a list of symptoms that mirrored his exactly. Burning, itching, white discharge, no smell. The magazine diagnosed it as a yeast infection, and offered some tips on how to treat them at home.
Marcus was all for the at home treatment; less exposure, less embarrassment. He was glad to know that he hadn’t caught anything though; for a while there, he’d been certain that he’d caught something from that Ravenclaw whore Penelope.
The only question now was, how precisely was he to obtain the required items?
***
Marcus checked carefully over his shoulder as he reached for the blue and white box labeled “Monistat”. He was in the Medical Supply store in Hogsmeade; not a place most Hogwarts students went, but still. One could never be too careful. The Medical Supply store carried an array of magical and Muggle items and fortunately stocked precisely what “Cosmopolitan” had listed in their home remedy kit for yeast infections.
He threw the box down on the counter top and hurriedly paid for it; not meeting the clerk’s gaze. As soon as he had the receipt he left; it had been three days since the itching had first started, and the constant urge to scratch at himself was driving him mad.
Entering the dorms, he saw that, to his relief, none of his roommates were in. That would make things much easier. Sitting down on his bed, he pulled the curtains around him before pulling the box out of the bag and opening his purchase. Scanning the instructions, Marcus’s mouth fell open. They wanted him to put that… applicator thing… where? “You know,” a little voice in his head said, sounding just like his mother. “This kit was made for women. Maybe you should go to Madame Pomfrey and let her take care of it.” “Like hell,” answered another voice that vaguely reminded Marcus of his dad. “When you come right down to it, it’s all the same really. You just have to make the applicator… fit.”
With that, Marcus nodded his head decisively and quickly shed his clothes. After studying the package insert one last time, he plunged the applicator into the tube of medicine and filled it. The burning in his groin seemed to intensify, throbbing with every heartbeat. He could almost hear his penis begging him not to violate it with that strange cream. Holding the full applicator carefully in his hand, Marcus pointed his wand at it and whispered “Reducto!”, watching as it shrank in diameter to approximately slightly smaller than his piss slit.
Trying not to let his hand shake too much, Marcus grabbed his cock in his left hand, carefully avoiding the inflamed tip. Taking a deep breath, he shut one eye and took careful aim with his right hand holding the applicator. Slowly, so slowly, he eased the applicator toward his cock, stopping when it touched the tip. Letting his breath out and inhaling deeply once again, Marcus gritted his teeth and attempted to gently insert the applicator, as per the instructions.
He screamed. Dropping the applicator to the bedspread, he rolled over in agony for the second time that week, once again curling his body around what was formerly his favorite body part. Once he had finished whimpering, he resolved to try it again, but this time, he decided, he would lubricate the applicator and see if that helped. Hissing “Lubrius!” at the offending object, he was gratified to see it covered with a thick viscous coating of lubricant.
Once again, Marcus grabbed his cock in one hand and poised the other to deliver the medication to his pulsating cock. Hyperventilating just a bit this time in anticipation of the pain that he knew was coming, he placed the applicator at the entrance again and started to slowly slide it in. Shaking in pain, Marcus continued to push the applicator in as far as it would go, which turned out to be quite far indeed since when he had reduced its girth, he had inadvertently increased its length. Whimpering, Marcus nearly cried with relief when he realized that it was finally as far in as he could get it. Looking at it, Marcus was horrified and fascinated to realize that he could see it inside of him; even though his cock was limp, it stood unnaturally straight, and at the top, the flesh poked out a bit where the instrument was inside him. Contemplating this sight and the odd sensation, which wasn’t nearly so bad now that he had stopped moving the applicator up into him, Marcus was shocked to see that he was getting hard. And as his cock grew, the end of the applicator got further and further away from the inner base of his penis, which was where it needed to be. Desperately, he thought about Quidditch, hoping that that would make him go limp again so that he could finish this and get it over with, but that only served to make him think about Bletchley taking a shower with the rest of the team, as though they weren’t all staring at her firm, naked body and her smooth ass and perky tits. Thinking about Bletchley like that made him think about the time he caught her and Millicent snogging shirtless in the locker room, and only made him harder. Nearly crying, Marcus decided to go ahead and get it over with. Grabbing himself once again, Marcus slowly but firmly pushed the applicator the rest of the way down. The sensation made him lose some of his length, but not all, and he was still partially erect when he finally reached the end of the tunnel and depressed the applicator.
He could feel it inside, as delightfully cool soothing cream was released from the applicator and coated the ins of of his bits; it soothed the burning itch that had been plaguing him for days now. Marcus slowly pulled the applicator out, hissing at the unexpectedly shivery feeling of having the instrument removed. Even though his cock was still sore and inflamed, and the tip still on fire, Marcus decided to go ahead and enjoy the feeling, as it was the f tim time in days that he’d had anything but misery from his cock. Shutting his eyes and leaning back a bit, he slowly slid the applicator out, not expecting what was about to happen. As soon as he got the applicator almost out, he accidentally stroked the sensitive underside of his cock, and the feelings combined triggered an earth shattering orgasm for Marcus. He fought against it, but his body won, long deprived of the pleasure it was used to getting twice daily, at least. Body shaking, Marcus erupted all over his stomach, hips, and chest. Lying there dazed afterwards, he nearly cried when he realized that half of the cum was really his medication, and that he was back where he had started, with a burning itching sensation coursing through his cock.
End.
so, what did you think? vindictive and evil i know, to force my suffering upon another, but hey, that\'s me.
*slurps*
hellfire
Beta: No one was brave enough this time around…
Summary: Marcus Flint gets a yeast infection! Yes, men can get them too. Basically, if I’m going to suffer, someone else sure as hell is, too.
Pairings: Marcus Flint and the evil yeast infection from hell
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for my acidophilus packed yogurt and the emergency 3day applicator pack that will only be used if my doctor won’t be nice and prescribe Diflucan for me on Monday. Everything else belongs to JKR.
Rated R for language, content, and adult situations.
Marcus became aware of the itch sometime in second period, during Professor Binns’ lecture on the sidhe and goblin wars of 1612. It was centered in his groin, and seemed to be based at the tip, so he discreetly adjusted himself, hoping that that would take care of the itch. It didn’t. Somehow, scratching it just made it worse. Mildly irritated, Marcus grabbed himself again and shifted, certain that that was all it would take. No such luck.
The itch just got worse, and to top that off, it seemed that his cock was starting to respond to all of the attention.
Snarling to himself, he sat up straight and crossed his legs, hoping that his cock would go back to sleep, and that the movement would finally satisfy the damned itching that was starting to drive him absolutely ape shit. For the rest of the class, Marcus shifted and twisted, occasionally reaching down between his legs and adjusting himself. He only hoped that no one noticed his little display; he was in a baoughough mood that he might have to kill someone if they made jokes about him wanking in class through his pants.
As soon as class was over, Marcus grabbed his books and hurried to the boys’ bathroom that was located next to the History room. Deciding that a stall would be a much better choice than a urinal, he hurried into the closest one, shut and bolted the door, and set his backpack down. Pushing his voluminous robes to the side, he quickly undid his belt, unfastened his trousers, and dropped his pants before sitting down on the cool porcelain seat. Almost afraid to look, he firmly grasped his penis and peeked down at it, to see what could be causing him such intense irritation. To his shock and horror, the tip of his beautiful beloved penis was bright red and puffy, and was weeping a thin white fluid. Marcus blinked. He’d seen clear precum coming from it a number of times, but he wasn’t erect at all. He’d seen cum itself dripping off of it before, and since he hadn’t had an orgasm, and they didn’t usually produce that effect either, it most certainly was not semen. Wasn’t piss either, unless he’d completely missed something, and his pee had turned white and now leaked out at all times.
Marcus squeezed the head experimentally, to see what would happen. Jerking his hand away and curling protectively around his now-injured bits as pain shot through him, he decided not to do that again. Ever. Cause repetition would be bad. Very, very bad.
Whimpering a bit, he uncurled his body and stared at his offending member again. When he’d squeezed it, more of the white stuff had come out. Taking a deep breath, he cautiously reached out and scooped some up with a shaking finger. Letting his breath out in a heaving sigh, he brought the goo-covered digit up to his face and inhaled. No smell. That was good; at least there was no funky smell.
Dimly, Marcus heard the bell ring to signal the start of classes, but he paid it no mind. He had more important things to worry about; his little buddy was sick, and he had to find a cure.
***
Marcus leaned back against his pillows and stared at the magazine spread out on his legs. He’d searched the library that afternoon, but had had little luck in finding anything useful as he was unfamiliar with the library, and had not wanted to ask Madame Pince for help. He had been afraid that she would want to know all of his symptoms out loud in order to help him. The way it looked though, he was going to have to share his symptoms with someone soon, whether he wanted to or not.
Sighing, he looked at the booklet again. The magazine was a Muggle one, called “Cosmopolitan”. He’d taken it from a couple of fifth year Hufflepuff girls who’d been reading it in Charms. When they’d protested, he’d simply growled at them and told them he’d ran out of decent porn and wanted to see if Muggle women could do it for him. That had shut them up right quick. The reason he’d snatched it though, had been the little artithatthat had caught his eye. “Is it a yeast infection, or an STD?” The headline had read. While attempting to read it over their shoulders, he’d seen a list of symptoms that mirrored his exactly. Burning, itching, white discharge, no smell. The magazine diagnosed it as a yeast infection, and offered some tips on how to treat them at home.
Marcus was all for the at home treatment; less exposure, less embarrassment. He was glad to know that he hadn’t caught anything though; for a while there, he’d been certain that he’d caught something from that Ravenclaw whore Penelope.
The only question now was, how precisely was he to obtain the required items?
***
Marcus checked carefully over his shoulder as he reached for the blue and white box labeled “Monistat”. He was in the Medical Supply store in Hogsmeade; not a place most Hogwarts students went, but still. One could never be too careful. The Medical Supply store carried an array of magical and Muggle items and fortunately stocked precisely what “Cosmopolitan” had listed in their home remedy kit for yeast infections.
He threw the box down on the counter top and hurriedly paid for it; not meeting the clerk’s gaze. As soon as he had the receipt he left; it had been three days since the itching had first started, and the constant urge to scratch at himself was driving him mad.
Entering the dorms, he saw that, to his relief, none of his roommates were in. That would make things much easier. Sitting down on his bed, he pulled the curtains around him before pulling the box out of the bag and opening his purchase. Scanning the instructions, Marcus’s mouth fell open. They wanted him to put that… applicator thing… where? “You know,” a little voice in his head said, sounding just like his mother. “This kit was made for women. Maybe you should go to Madame Pomfrey and let her take care of it.” “Like hell,” answered another voice that vaguely reminded Marcus of his dad. “When you come right down to it, it’s all the same really. You just have to make the applicator… fit.”
With that, Marcus nodded his head decisively and quickly shed his clothes. After studying the package insert one last time, he plunged the applicator into the tube of medicine and filled it. The burning in his groin seemed to intensify, throbbing with every heartbeat. He could almost hear his penis begging him not to violate it with that strange cream. Holding the full applicator carefully in his hand, Marcus pointed his wand at it and whispered “Reducto!”, watching as it shrank in diameter to approximately slightly smaller than his piss slit.
Trying not to let his hand shake too much, Marcus grabbed his cock in his left hand, carefully avoiding the inflamed tip. Taking a deep breath, he shut one eye and took careful aim with his right hand holding the applicator. Slowly, so slowly, he eased the applicator toward his cock, stopping when it touched the tip. Letting his breath out and inhaling deeply once again, Marcus gritted his teeth and attempted to gently insert the applicator, as per the instructions.
He screamed. Dropping the applicator to the bedspread, he rolled over in agony for the second time that week, once again curling his body around what was formerly his favorite body part. Once he had finished whimpering, he resolved to try it again, but this time, he decided, he would lubricate the applicator and see if that helped. Hissing “Lubrius!” at the offending object, he was gratified to see it covered with a thick viscous coating of lubricant.
Once again, Marcus grabbed his cock in one hand and poised the other to deliver the medication to his pulsating cock. Hyperventilating just a bit this time in anticipation of the pain that he knew was coming, he placed the applicator at the entrance again and started to slowly slide it in. Shaking in pain, Marcus continued to push the applicator in as far as it would go, which turned out to be quite far indeed since when he had reduced its girth, he had inadvertently increased its length. Whimpering, Marcus nearly cried with relief when he realized that it was finally as far in as he could get it. Looking at it, Marcus was horrified and fascinated to realize that he could see it inside of him; even though his cock was limp, it stood unnaturally straight, and at the top, the flesh poked out a bit where the instrument was inside him. Contemplating this sight and the odd sensation, which wasn’t nearly so bad now that he had stopped moving the applicator up into him, Marcus was shocked to see that he was getting hard. And as his cock grew, the end of the applicator got further and further away from the inner base of his penis, which was where it needed to be. Desperately, he thought about Quidditch, hoping that that would make him go limp again so that he could finish this and get it over with, but that only served to make him think about Bletchley taking a shower with the rest of the team, as though they weren’t all staring at her firm, naked body and her smooth ass and perky tits. Thinking about Bletchley like that made him think about the time he caught her and Millicent snogging shirtless in the locker room, and only made him harder. Nearly crying, Marcus decided to go ahead and get it over with. Grabbing himself once again, Marcus slowly but firmly pushed the applicator the rest of the way down. The sensation made him lose some of his length, but not all, and he was still partially erect when he finally reached the end of the tunnel and depressed the applicator.
He could feel it inside, as delightfully cool soothing cream was released from the applicator and coated the ins of of his bits; it soothed the burning itch that had been plaguing him for days now. Marcus slowly pulled the applicator out, hissing at the unexpectedly shivery feeling of having the instrument removed. Even though his cock was still sore and inflamed, and the tip still on fire, Marcus decided to go ahead and enjoy the feeling, as it was the f tim time in days that he’d had anything but misery from his cock. Shutting his eyes and leaning back a bit, he slowly slid the applicator out, not expecting what was about to happen. As soon as he got the applicator almost out, he accidentally stroked the sensitive underside of his cock, and the feelings combined triggered an earth shattering orgasm for Marcus. He fought against it, but his body won, long deprived of the pleasure it was used to getting twice daily, at least. Body shaking, Marcus erupted all over his stomach, hips, and chest. Lying there dazed afterwards, he nearly cried when he realized that half of the cum was really his medication, and that he was back where he had started, with a burning itching sensation coursing through his cock.
End.
so, what did you think? vindictive and evil i know, to force my suffering upon another, but hey, that\'s me.
*slurps*
hellfire