Urial was carried limply down into the basement and he was becoming very curious where they were taking him.
“Pull over that table.” Mark said to Ashley. There was a brief scraping sound of moving furniture. “Put the chair on top of it. No, under the hole. There.” They placed Urial onto a chair, his head bumped into the ceiling on the process. Urial continued to stay limp and unresponsive. “Get the rope.”
Several minutes passed as Urial felt himself get bound securely hand and foot. But not to the chair. Hands behind him and his legs spread, but the ropes held him to the ceiling of the basement. Like he was in a secure sling. It was actually rather comfortable though humiliating. He didn't resist. There was time for that later when he was helpless.
The shame he would feel if anyone knew he was awake was unthinkable. Just the thought of that his brothers were seeing him like this, even playing with him, was so embarrassing that he just wanted to run and hide. But he couldn't. Not without revealing that he'd been awake and willing all this time. And pretty soon, he was so securely bound that not even revealing that he was awake would let him escape. His head was pushed up through the hole in the roof.
Daring a slight peek, he saw that his head was perturbing from the tiled unfinished floor of the bathroom. The part of the floor they had left unfinished, because Urial had smashed the pipes for the urinal. His shoulders pressed up against the roof of the basement and he felt his body being secured into place there. Then suddenly, the chair beneath him was yanked away, leaving him suspended by the ropes. A few more minutes were spent, tightening and adjusting a few straps. Ashley was musing about what Urial must be dreaming to have such an erection. Urial almost let out a surprised gasp as he felt his brother stroking his shaft playfully. Then he heard them leaving.
He opened his eyes and surveyed the bathroom and tested how well he was secured. Very well. He couldn't budge anything. The sound of his brothers approaching the bathroom gave him warning enough to loll his head and close his eyes once more.
“...perfect irony.” Mark was saying in a low voice.
“It does suit him. Look how he's laying.” Ashley said. They bent down and started doing something around Urial's head. It took Urial several moments to realize, they were finishing the floor around his neck!
“There. Perfect. See, I told you we'd find a use for him. He broke the pipes so it's only right that he take their place, don't you think?” Mark said, triumphantly.
“Oh, he's going to be pissed when he wakes,” Ashley said in delight.
“Pissed is the right word.” Then they left. Urial waited a little bit before peeping open one eye to make sure he was indeed alone. They'd left him like this. The bastards. And they'd actually built the fucking floor with his head in it. His head, sticking out of a drain that was perfectly shaped for his neck. It'd be a hassle to dig him out of this, that was for sure.
They'd actually finished the floor with concert and tiles and everything. When they pranked, they sure went all out. At least it was comfortable. The ropes held him firm, legs spread, but he could relax in it. It was actually very relaxing. It was strange seeing the room from this angle though. Boy were they going to get it when dad found out. Urial looked forward to that. But for now, he actually managed to sleep quite soundly for once.