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Facultatem Saeva, Capacity for Cruelty	By : Lucidity Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Harry Potter Views: 1682 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Unbeknownst to Severus back in his world, things are getting worse for Xander. His parents are crossing new lines tonight.I am breaking this section up into three parts.
WARNINGS. SERIOUS WARNINGS of child abuse, molestation, gas-lighting, crying, and awfulness involving parents. This is your last warning to seek safety elsewhere.
Last Time: Severus ended the legilimency spell and apparated back to his rooms. He sat down heavily on his chair. That poor boy. Well, in three days, he would be the one causing Alexander’s anxiety. He would have to do so much worse than his father did. But surely, this one sacrifice was worth it if he could get close enough to the Dark Lord to stop his regime. After all, Severus knew he was already damned. What was one more innocent. Right?
----- Xander’s POV-----
I was in bed, sporting my best pair of boxers to minimize the number of holes. But it was so hot and I was sweating like ...some sweaty thing. It was too hot to sleep with even a sheet, so my covers were wadded up and thrown over by the window.

I heard my dad stop at my door again. He opened it.
My heart beat a tango - whatever a tango sounds like. I made a decision earlier today that I would not just lay there if it happened again. Fuck that guy and his fists of steal. Ok. so I don't like getting hit. But this is way beyond your average abusive drunk dad situation.

I opened my eyes and sat up in bed. He stared at me a while and I kept looking him right in the eye, defiant.

It was the wrong decision.
His vision seemed to clear a bit and he stepped forward. Drunk, but less than usual for 11PM. Another heavy step and he loomed over me, a serious look on his blotchy face. His right hand slowly pressed my shoulder back and my defiance withered away to be replaced by disbelief. This wasn't a thing that happened. It wasn't going to happen. Not while he knew I was paying attention. He wouldn't.

I whispered, "Dad?"
Dad's right hand slid down my chest, over my nipple and I felt a sort of ticklish itch. His fingers stayed there, circling my nipple, then pinching it, pulling it away from my body so it hurt a bit before releasing it and switching to the other. Again, he started gentle, watching it poke out with this eery look on his face. He licked his lips as he pinched it.
I knew enough to keep my hands down, but it was hard because it felt really invasive the way he was looking at me. And it felt weird- not like a purple nurple. Not like being tickled.
He released it, pinched it, released it... like he was playing with it. The weird thing was that my dick kind of twitched.

I asked quietly, “What are you doing?”

He didn’t say anything and he didn’t stop. He pulled harder. I lifted my chest to follow my stretched nipple but he placed a hand just below my neck to hold me down. He pinched it tighter and pulled up harder and my eyes watered as he held it stretched for what seemed like hours. I stared at his Chesier grin.
He let go fast and that hurt worse as the blood rushed back. Fuck! I covered my nipples with my hands but he had moved on and didn't care.
I breathed. just had to deal until he left like he did last time. He would get bored soon and leave.

His eyes stayed focused on mine as his hands pressed me back into the mattress. He licked his teeth and I could smell his stale whiskey breath. His weight leaned more on me through his left hand while his right touched my mouth, eyes, ear, then bizarrely, my nose.
I shook my head and swatted at his hand to get it away from my face. He trapped my wrists in his larger hand and pressed them into my upper chest. This did not bode well.

"Dad?"
Dad's left hand pressed hard into my belly, sliding down like he was trying to push my innards out. He pushed on my pelvis hard enough to really hurt but I was more concerned that his fingers had slid under the waistband of my boxers. He pushed them slowly down as his fingers touched me lower. I couldn’t catch my breath.

He moved his feet then, catching his balance enough that most of his weight was off of me and that was good but his left hand kept going lower. My disbelief melted into fear. I didn’t know what to do. Defiance hadn’t really worked out as planned and he wasn't leaving.

"Daddy?"

His rough palm scrapped harshly against my soft dick and I felt sparks shoot down my legs as he pushed it against me. I had never touched myself so hard and it hurt. When he wrapped his whole big callused hand around my dick and started yanking it, I thought it was the most painful thing but then it kinda wasn’t I guess because my dick sort of buzzed and swelled a little as he stroked. I could feel it in my heals.

He licked his lips again and breathed his foul breath on me and I thought I might throw up or cry but I didn’t do either. I just laid there while he leaned down and put his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth. He seemed to be licking all around my mouth, then he thrust his tongue in so deep that I choked and coughed and that made him stand up more thank god because I couldn't breath like that.
Then he moved his big hand so it held my nuts and my half-chubbed dick and he squeezed. My eyes got wide and I was breathing fast. He leered and smirked and squeezed even more for just a second and I inhaled to scream but he lightened up on it.
He laughed.

He laughed like it was the funniest joke in the world. He squeezed and slurred, "Turn your head and cough."

He let go of it and laughed some more as he pulled my boxers down so we could both see I was seriously chubbing up now. I blushed like a dainty little girl.
He released my hands. "Gees, you sick little bastard, I was just teasing you. You really like it though, huh? You like it when I touch you? You like it when I'm rough?"

Then he held my boxers out and sort of slapped my nuts with is other hand and that really shot lightening down my legs but my dick got even harder for some reason.
He stopped laughing and scowled, letting my boxers go so the elastic slapped back onto my stomach. My dick poked through the hole. I watched his face scrunch in disgust and felt real shame as he took a step back.

"God, boy - I'm your fuckin' father."

He stood there and huffed for a bit and I just laid there and shook my head because I didn't want to be disgusting but there was my dick getting hard for my own dad, and even he thought that was sick, which really said something.

"Maybe you're in denial, but I know. Just look at your hard little dick." He grabbed it and kind of pulled it up like he was showing it to me and it felt like he was trying to wrench it out. Then he let it go and we watched it fill more.
"As your father," he said with a sly grin, "It's my job to teach you right from wrong."

I shivered because I never liked any of his lessons.

He came forward again, a hand wrapping around my hip. "And getting a boner from your father is very, very wrong." With the last word, he flipped me over and kind of lifted me up so I was on my hands and knees.

“It’s disgusting - and illegal.”
He pulled my boxers down, baring my ass. I felt his left hand between my legs, pushing my thighs apart, palming my bare junk and squishing my nuts up against my body enough that it lifted my knees off the bed while he pull my boxers off completely.

I grunted in pain and he sneered, "God - moaning like a fucking whore when I'm about to spank you. Fucking sick... Better teach you ... lesson you won't forget."

His breath was coming fast now and his voice was deeper. When I tried to get up, he put a hand on the back of my neck and forced my head to the mattress. I could only breath out of one nostril. His other hand cupped my ass, rubbing it. His fingers traced down the center, then down the back of my left thigh, then up the inside to my balls.

He massaged my balls a bit, and I begged even though it only ever made things worse in my house.

“Please, dad, don’t…” I squirmed.

“Such a whore for your daddy, aren’t you?”

Before I could deny it, he licked his hand and reached under me, between my legs. He stroked my dick real gentle like 10 times and I knew then I was as hard as I'd ever been but I couldn’t really figure why because this was so not sexy.

I didn't have time to contemplate though 'cause he stopped and brought his hand down hard on my ass, just at the crease of my left leg. He did it again in the same spot and I hissed. Again, and I couldn’t help but cry out even though that always spurred him on when he was violent.

"I'm sorry, dad. Please stop."

“You disgust me. This is for your own good. If anyone finds out you got the hots for your dad – If they knew you got a hard-on for me, they would arrest you and put you in jail. Is that what you want?”

“No.”

He slapped my ass again. “Do you know what they do to underdeveloped little bitches like you in jail? They’ll do the nastiest things you can think of.”

He rubbed his rough hand from my butt down my right thigh and slowly back up the middle until he was once more massaging my nuts. I breathed in relief that it didn't hurt.

"Like that, don't you?"

"N-no." I couldn’t make my voice not shake. My chest was throbbing with the need to cry but I’m no “sniveling little wimp”.
"Then make your dick go soft." He spanked me harder.
"I can't! I'm trying!"

"Lies. Yes, you love it, freak. See?" And he moved his hand to stroke my dick again. His weight fell a little harder on the back of my neck.

"Please stop." It came out muffled. I was getting light-headed and floating in this surreal dreamy state. I needed more air or something.

"Not until you admit it, little bastard. Proof's right here."
His hand kept moving beneath me.
"Please!"
It was getting hard to think straight but I didn't want this. He was the sick fuck. I wanted girls. Mostly. Girls and Jessie. But mostly boobs. Soft, enormous, boobs. Gah! Those thoughts were not helping my hard-on issue.
"That's it - Admit that you want me to make you cum. That you are turned on by your own father."

I didn't say anything because even though I knew it was all screwed up, I could feel my balls start to get all tight from him frisking my rod and my belly was getting all tense so it was pretty tough to deny it. God, would they really put me in jail?

He spanked me then on the right side so hard I thought his hand might go right through. I gasped.

"Thank me for this."

I shut my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut. Fuck him.

"Thank me!" he repeated.

This time, he didn't stop. He spanked all over my ass. A few on the top made my back and tailbone hurt, then a few on the underside lifted my knees off the bed and craned my neck. Then a bunch more all over my ass and thighs until I was sobbing and my throat was sore from trying to be quite. I screamed when I didn’t care anymore if the cops did come.

I wondered where mom was.

And then he stopped.

He let go of my neck and helped me up onto my knees on the bed, facing him. I felt my ass with both hands and it was really hot. My lower back hurt so much I thought something might be wrong with it. I was still breathing hard but my sobs died down as he stared at me.

"Alright, bastard. I want you to look at me now."

I did what dad said. Wasn't about to make him want to spank me again anytime soon.

"You aren't even ashamed are you? Not even covering your naked little boyhood."

I blushed again, suddenly seeing the contrast between his broad, clothed body and my lanky, naked frame. I moved my hands to the front to cover my wilted dick.

"Ah-ah. It's too late now. I already saw how hard that little dick is still." He was wrong. I let my hands fall to my sides, not knowing what to do with them that wouldn't piss him off more.

"Maybe you should go the crazy house for being so shameless and sick. Tell you what. If you can work yourself without cumming before I do, I'll believe you don't have the hots for your old man."

I couldn't believe I had heard him right but then he pointed and said, "Go on, start stroking. NOW."

So ... I did. It was sick and I shouldn’t have but I didn’t want to get hit again. It only took a few strokes to get it back to full mast because I’m obviously pretty fucked up. It just… felt so good after all the pain.

"You are disgusting. So hot for me." Dad opened his shirt then and rubbed at his nipples a bit. "Slow down.”

I did.

“Squeeze it more.”

I squeezed it uncomfortably tight, wincing as my hand kept up it's rhythm anyway. He stared at my body, unzipped and let his pants and boxers drop to reveal his dick. The belt buckle hit the ground with a thud and I knew this could get worse.

He used his right hand to start stroking his dick slowly, moaning as he did. He kept leering at my privates and licking his lips.

After a quiet minute, Dad shook his head in dismay. “You are such a goddamn idiot. Haven’t you ever jerked off before? Such a fucktard.”

“Sorry dad. I’m trying dad.” Oh God.

“Go faster. Don’t draw this out just because you like doing it in front of me.”

I sped back up, the noise of our sweat-slick hands syncing up.

“Look - Use your left hand to pull on your nipple, like this."

I used my left hand to mimic what he was doing while my right one moved up and down my shaft, still squeezing a little too hard. Tears fell on my hand and mixed with my sweat and precum, making it more slippery.

"How does that feel, boy? Yeah, you like watching me don’t you? You are one sick fuck. Now do this."

I did what he did with his left hand, moving it down to cup and massage my nuts.
I didn't know how much longer I could do this without coming. I thought I must really be sick like he said because this was all so wrong and embarrassing and I didn’t want any of it but I was going to cum any second. My hips were moving back and forth uncontrollably and yeah, he was right about massaging my nuts, okay? You learn something new every day.

"You're still doing it wrong. God, you can't even whack off right. What a fucking idiot. Jesus! So goddamned needy. Fucking slow-minded idiot kid - Being your father was the worst decision of my life. God, I cant stand to watch you be this horrible at jacking off."
He moved forward. "Keep doing what you’re doing and I'll just... try to fix it."

He gestured with his left hand and stepped right up to me so our dicks were touching. The back of my fingers rubbed him with each stroke. He grabbed my ass with one hand and reached under me with the other so he could move my left hand further back. He made me cup my nuts, his hand over mine, with our middle fingers touching my hole.

I felt a jolt from my ass hole to the head of my dick and cum shot out of me and all over his front. With an awkwardly loud moan, I actually leaned my head against his hairy shoulder as my stomach contracted in waves of humiliated pleasure as my nuts spasmed.

Dad squeezed my ass then stepped back, looking horrified, his belly and hard-on dripping with my cum.

I felt numb and tingly and empty and stunned and horrible and was about to give in and throw up when Mom opened the door.
A/N: Mom to the rescue! Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe they are both just terrible people. Get ready for Part 2 of "Sick". Oh - and let me know if I missed any warnings. This shit is fucked up and I don't want anyone stumbling into it that doesn't want to be here.
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