tool time massacre

this story contain heavy slash and should not be viewed by anyone but consenting adults.
the story has three chapters and anyone mad about the events of the first two will undoubtedly like the third one.

brad had suffered in silence for more then six months. Tim's abuse had not simmered out but had gotten stronger as the weeks past by. he could no longer look at the monster that haunted his life as anything more then a beast.
his father had died that day his last act to finish a engine block with his son the thing that was now plaguing brads every waking minute held nothing in common with his father other then his face. what made it so much more worse for brad was that this beast could act like his father and did around anyone else only when he was with brad did it show its true face of vile lust and sick pleasure.

the floor outside his door creaked a little to loudly and brad instantly knew who was coming down the hallway. as he did every night. the door creaked slightly as it opened and his father was standing there smiling down at him with that infuriatingly happy smile.
“hello Bradley “Tim said mockingly sweet., “do you want to play our game now?”
Brad said nothing. he had learned long ago that nothing he said persuaded the perverted beast. he rolled on his side and closed his eyes
Tim sat down and brad begin to quietly sob again.

the next morning brad was up early as he always was since that day. he needed to being the shower to wash the filth of last nights happening off him as quickly as possible.
His now per usual assortment of dark heavy clothes went on him as quick as he could force them. and he went down to meet his family and IT for breakfast.
he said one word which was more then he said to most people now days
morning' he mumble out sitting at the far end of the table. he had become visibly a inward person at home and at school not talking to anyone and doing his homework and chores only to the point that he wouldn't get in trouble.
his teachers and mother had noticed but Tim his supposed father had willfully explained it away as teenage angst.
Tim smiled at him over the table, “good morning to you too Bradley i hoped you sleep well”.
brad flashed him a dark stare that was all that was left of his defenses
“hey brad would you like to go over and play some basketball at the birches later they just installed a new hoop?” randy his younger brother chimed in. randy and brad had always been close, more so then most brothers, and randy had sensed almost from the start of this nightmare that something was wrong with brad and he also sensed that it had something to do with their father. but he was to young to understand what was happening.
brad half nodded wanting any excuse to get out of the house although he would probably end up sitting alone in the grass which was the closest he came to doing anything fun nowadays.
“I'm off to work”, Tim chimed happily from the other end of the table.
ok bye honey have a good day”. jill called from the kitchen
“bye dad”, the youngest mark yelled hoping to be heard above the rest
“see ya”, randy called half heartily
brad managed to give one more dark glare for the day as his father left.

the hours he was alone or with his real family left brad with a tiny sliver of happiness that he tried to water like a plant he almost smiled during the times that his father was gone but deep down he knew the beast was coming back and he couldn't escape that fact no matter how hard he tried.

tonight was no exception and his "father" walked through the door at exactly 5:35 as always with a big hi for the rest of his family and a lustful evil grin for brad.
after dinner brad who just couldn't stand the fake family moments his father tried to play after every meal went up to his room.
he didn't bother wearing his pajamas he had learned long ago it was a useless tactic as the beast would just tear them off
brad laid there staring at the clock waiting for 1:53 in the morning he didn't dare go to sleep before the beast had its way, fearful of the surprise when he would wake.
A little early at 1:40 the familiar creak outside his door sounded and brad shivered. sure enough seconds later his door opened and a shadow moved across the room
“brad you awake.” a younger voice sounded beside his bed.
brad sat up in surprise, “randy? what are you doing here? no you got to get out of here he coming i don't want you to get involved” brad whispered urgently, 'just go back to bed you have school tomorrow.”
“who's coming brad' randy asked concern and curiosity burning in his voice, “its dad isn't it? im sure, he's been acting weird lately what is he doing brad is his hurting you. i have this friend at school with a abusive mom and he got help we should tell someone.”
'no”, brad whispered more urgently, randy just go will talk later ok? he cant find yo..”
the floor outside brads room gave another squeak
“randy go hid in the corner its dark he wont see you” brad urged, “please”
randy finally realizing the fear in brads voice hurried over the to corner and squatted down trying to look for all the world like a heap of dirty clothes.
brad meanwhile was unscrewing the bulb on his lamp enough to insure it wouldn't go on he finished just as a voice called out for the door.
“hey wait, Bradley you light wont go on, hmm ill fix that tomorrow but as for now would you like to play our game?”
Tim had walked over the brads bed and brad was still sitting up as far as randy could see from the darkness. in his innocent mind he had figured he see his dad throw a punch at brad and be able to report it to the school counselor who had given a speech on this very subject last week. but to his amazed and confused mind he saw his dads silhouette bend down and kiss brad.
at this moment randy made a mistake he would lament for years to come he let out a long and very audible gasp. he watched in horror as his dad straightened up and turned toward his corner.
“well well , Bradley.” Tim cooed out, “looks like we got ourself a spectator, now who could it be. obviously one of your brothers and im pretty sure mark wouldn't be catch dead in your room so that just leaves.”Tim reached down and screwed in the bulb turning the light on. “randy”
randy sat in the corner always one to think on his feet he stammered out, “err dad i was just playing hide and seek with mark shh or he'll find me.”
“so you were playing hide and seek at two in the morning?” Tim smiled out of that fake smile he usually reserved for brad. he started walking toward his middle son .
brad saw the smile and his instincts as a older brother kicked in. he leap out of the bed and flew at his father intending to fight him off and not let him get near his brother. the effort was in vain as the floor squeaked under his weight and his father flew around with his fist landing with a loud smack on brads eye. brad slantingly flew back onto the bed clutching his already swelling face tears streaming.
randy whimpered loudly as his dad reached him
theres no reason to watch son if you want to play ill let you play. Tim said before reaching down and grabbing his son by his throat lifting him against the wall. Tim took no time undressing randy ripping off his pajamas and underwear like a used rag.
dad please don't, randy quivered tears streaming down his face
Tim tightened his hold on his neck stopping him from talking before looking down at his crotch. oh thats to bad son, your no where near ripe enough yet you don't even got hair i wish i could have waited longer to harvest you. Tim said as nonchalantly as if he talking about doing dishes.
randy s eyes probed over to his brother desperately searching for help but brad had no fight left and was curled into a fetal ball one hand clutching his bruised face the other curled into a fist with his thumb in his mouth sucking away
Tim pulled out the nearby desk chair and bend his son across it. randy didn't fight. couldn't fight he just shivered he didn't know what to expect but he knew it wasn't good he heard his fathers pajama bottoms hit the floor lightly a then hairy bare flesh against his thighs.
you ready Tim said to him laughing.
randy silently whispered out, "brad please?!?" hoping for a miracle by from his brother.
it didn't come
he felt something weird slide between his cheeks and a moment later poke his butt hole.
unlike his first time with brad the evil rapist .formally know as Tim,of taking it slow he jammed into his son grunting in happiness
randy felt like he was split apart he didn't know how big his dad was but it felt like a foot his ass was riped and started to bleed . and like anyone would he screamed out
'go ahead" Tim said between the thrusting and the grunts, 'i made this room soundproof when i started this game with brad wanna hear something funny? i did it as a tool time episode and none of those idiots knew what it was for."
randy hadn't heard a word he said he had left himself his eyes had gone hazy and he was staring at brad under his breath he repeated over and over please brad, please brad.
brad who had been revived enough by the scream to take in the horror across the room mouthed "im sorry" to him still clutching his battered head.
Tim had finished pushing his son away from him as if he had been the one to do the vile act.
that was fun right boys i forgot how fun it was breaking a new one in lucky i got another one to look forward too. Tim laughed and walked out of the room pajama bottoms around his ankle
randy slumped down in next to the chair still crying and his eyes stilled hazed over
brad regaining himself from the absence of the beast got up and walked over to randy. with the gentlest care in the world he picked him up like a baby and carried him to the bathroom washing him off. he then took him to his room and tried to lay him down but randy wouldn't let go off him from his shoulder he heard randy whisper please no i dot wanna be alone, what if he comes back?"
brad's tears began flowing again from that one question. he took randy back to his room and they lay clutching each other in the night for comfort.
the next morning randy was more active able to dress himself and function to an extent of normalcy.
as per usual the beast was waiting at the table the smile he usually kept for brad now awaited both of them.
for a brief moment of selfish happiness brad was happy to have someone to share the anguish with before he remembered what that meant and he started feeling worst for that thought.
oh my god came a cry from the kitchen, brad whats wrong with your face
brad reached up to his totally forgotten black eye he started to stammer something out but his "father" beat him to the punch
oh these too got in a fight last night over the bathroom. 'you know' he said now looking directing at randy thats some punch you got son'.
randy bowed his head misty eyed.
you boys, jill said, completely oblivious " will you ever learn. oh Tim mark needs help with a school project its in the garage would you?'
sure Tim said smiling
NOO!!! brad and randy both jumped up knocking down the center piece of the table, " eer i mean brad continued, me and randy will help after all what are brothers for."
ok" jill looked at them both sceptically' but if it doesnt get done right its your behinds"s he gave them both a mothers look before heading out the door.
Tim stood up from the table. "ok boys i guess its just us playing the game tonight but remember you cant keep him out of the fun forever." he smiled at them both again and left heading for his show.
randy and brad just stared at each other resistance and fear shown in Randy's still hopeful eyes. in brads nothing but downtrodden acceptance and empathy for his brothers

i know this story is sick but please hold on to the end i promise the bastard gets what he deserves in the next and final chapter.
hint it also explains the title of the story