Gentle Giant (Not For The Easily Offended)

Gentle Giant

Tino heard it. Peter did too, as it was the reason he had come into Tino's
room. For protection. Berwald was drunk again after a long night of being out with friends. The loud noises of furniture being thrown and knocked over, cursing and yelling almost seemed to shake the entire house. Fin had his door locked for obvious reasons, but he was still worried. For Peter's sake and his. Then, his worse fears came true. He whimpered slightly as he heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall to their room. Tino protectively held onto his child, as there was no where to run and all he could do was pray. Bang. Bang. Bang. Berwald slammed his fists against the bedroom door. The drunken man yelled. "Why the hell is the door locked?!" Bang. Bang. Bang. He hit the door again. Peter began to cry. "Shhhhh.. Shhh.." Tino stroked his soft blonde hair, attempting to comfort the now sobbing child. Berwald threw his empty liquor bottle against the door and picked up a large piece of the broken glass from the ground, the sharp edges cutting into his hand and he gripped tightly onto it. He rammed into the door with all his body strength. Once. Twice. Three times. The door burst open and Tino yelped, pulling his child even closer. Peter, sobbing violently in fear, gripped onto his mama. "So... tryin' to fuckin' hide from me, are ya?" Berwald held up the glass towards his family. "B-Berwald, please, I can explai-" Berwald cut Tino off. "So I'm a fuckin' monster now, ja?" "N-No, not at all!" Peter looked up at his drunk father. "Papa, stop it! You're being scary!" Berwald glanced over at Peter and gave him a nasty look. "Shut it, you little brat." Berwald made his way over to the bed and pulled Tino away from his child, violently throwing him onto the ground. Peter screamed and jumped off the bed, running towards his beloved mother. "Mama-!" Berwald was quick to react, and he slammed his fist into his face, knocking him onto the carpet. "Peter!" Tino tried to reach out to his son, but Berwald pinned his arms against the ground. Tino kicked and kicked, but Berwald's strength outmatched his. "Quit movin' around." Berwald punched Tino across the face a few times, almost knocking the smaller man unconscious and leaving a few deep cuts because of the broken glass. Peter was half conscious and tried to get up from the ground, but couldn't as his father had seemed to suck the strength from his fragile body with his hard blow. All he could do was watch as his mother was being beaten to death. Tino began to cry as he knew there was no hope for him or his son. Berwald grinned. He thought the beaten state his husband was in was the sexiest thing in world. He had to have him. Berwald picked up Tino's weak body and pinned him against the wall, tearing away one article of clothing at a time. Tino whimpered in fear and tried to move away from his abusive husband. He didn't want Peter to see this. "B... Berwald, please... Stop..." Berwald ignored his husband and continued to sexually assault him. Berwald's cock was throbbing in his pants, hard and dripping with precum. He fondled his husband's penis roughly, that only making him harder. Berwald tore away his own pants and spread open his defenseless husband's legs, forcing his hard cock into Tino's tight entrance. Tino cried out and tried to glance over at Peter, who was dazed and crying with confusion and fear. Berwald moaned in pleasure as he began to violently fuck Tino. Tino began to sob and Berwald held the glass up to his neck. "Shut t' fuck up." Tino held his breath and looked away. Berwald wasn't allowing that. He tightly gripped onto Tino's cheeks and forced him to make eye contact with him. "Look at me while I'm fucking you..!" Berwald demanded. Tino whimpered and obeyed. Berwald thrusted faster and faster until he finally spilled his load into Tino's entrance. He pulled out and held the glass up to Tino's neck, making a small cut. "You stay right here." Berwald turned his attention toward's Peter, who had regained some of his consciousness and was trying to get up. Berwald stood up and picked up the small boy by the back of his shirt, throwing him harshly against the wall. Peter screamed and cried out in pain. He whimpered as his father walked over to him and kicked him in the stomach, causing Peter to vomit. The foul smell of bile began to fill the room and Tino began to sob once again. There was nothing he could do. If he tried to stop his raging husband, Berwald would have been sure to easily end both of their lives. Berwald, once again, began to harden at the sight of his son's broken body. He bent down and began to take off his clothes. Peter didn't try to fight back as he knew what would become of him if he did. Berwald, for the second time, raped his family member. He was fast and violent and showed no mercy towards the young boy, who was tired and sobbing. Tino was sobbing as well. Not because he was scared, but because he knew that all this was his fault. He should've left Berwald when he first started showing signs of abusive behavior, because now Peter and himself were in deep trouble and there was nothing he could do about it. Berwald finished up and pulled himself out, leaving Peter cold, hurting and afraid in the darkness of the room. Berwald made his way back over to Tino, beginning to beat, kick and cut him again. Tino cried out in pain. Each cut deeper than the last, each kick harder than the one before. Eventually he got bored of this and decided to finish up the job. He held up the glass and pressed it against Tino's neck, swiftly and easily slicing through his skin and tissue. Tino choked and gagged, holding his neck as blood spilled through his fingers. Eventually, his suffering ended and he took his last breath, his arms lifelessly falling to the ground. Peter backed himself up into a corner at the horrifying sight of his mama's lifeless body. "M.. Mama..!" Berwald looked over at the cowered boy. "Its your turn ya brat." He began to make his way over to Peter, planning to do the same to him as he did his husband. But luckily, Berwald stopped in his tracks as he heard the loud roar of police sirens pull up in front and behind his house. He assumed the neighbors called the police after hearing all the commotion that he was creating. He dropped the blood stained glass onto the ground below him and walked over to the door, getting a final glance of his terrified son and admiring his work before leaving the house and surrendering to the police. After a few minutes, Peter stood up and walked over to his deceased mama, tightly wrapping his arms around him and sobbing quietly. Tonight was going to be a long night.