The front door opened and Urial cried out in relief as his dad came in.
“Please, dad. Hurry. Stop him. He's hacking my accounts.”
“Hardly hacking.” Mark said, still typing away. “You simply gave us your password when I asked for it. Full consent. Told you it wanted this,” he added, looking up at his dad.
“Dad. Get me out. Hurry!” Urial begged. His dad ignored his wining and didn't look at him.
“Ashley. Mind getting the things?”
“Come on dad, hurry.” He was still ignored. As if he wasn't there. Ashley popped in with the new porcelain urinal and handed it to his dad along with some tools. A sinking feeling of dread began to fill Urial's chest, but no. It was a ridiculous idea. No way that was what was happening.
“Dad...?” Urial squeaked nervously. Fearfully. Still no answer. The urinal was mounted on the wall above Urinal's head within minutes.
“Almost done,” his dad said. He bent down and pressed Urial's cheeks together to force open his mouth. The boy made a protesting “Ag” sound as something was pressed into his mouth. A tube shaped for a mouth with a bit to resist his bite. It formed a kind of gas mask that propped his mouth open. Not uncomfortable wide open, but certainty didn't let him close it. It pressed over his lips and covered his nose. Two rubber tubes were uncomfortably shoved up his nostrils as well. His dad pulled it tight around Urial's head and strapped it securely in place. Urial made a flustered, panicked and gagged protest that was almost unintelligible.
“Oat da ell al you oin!?” (What the hell are you doing!?) Mark and Ashley were leaning in to get a proper look.
“The opening is adjustable here,” their dad said, demonstrating by twisting something at the side of Urial's gag; Urial's mouth was cranked more open with every twist until it was as wide as he could normally hold it.
“Agha...” Urial gargled meaninglessly.
“It looks so cute.” Ashley said with affection, as if praising a puppy.
“Don't keep it this wide for more then an hour at a time. We don't want to damage it.” An hour! Urial thought panicked. No way he could hold it this wide for that long.
“It works just as well with a smaller opening for it's main task, but we'll leave it like this for the moment.” He kept talking while attaching a transparent plastic tube from the bottom of the urinal and to the gag. It didn't push into Urial's mouth, but just twisted into place at the front of the mask. Urial whimpered, disbelieving what he was being turned into.
“Tubes for airflow go up its nostrils for safety, but to encourage efficient drainage, the urine will start to flow up the nostrils as well if the main drain starts to refuse intake.” He finished the installation and got back up. “We should be gentle with breaking it in. Have you don't as I asked?” Ashley solitude.
“Drunk lots of water. I've been holding it for the past half hour. Can I try it out? Please. I really need to go.” Mark smiled.
“Me too, but you have the first honers.” They stood back as Ashley stepped forward and pulled out his dick. Urial tried in vain to protest, but through the curved tube, his wordless cry sounded nothing like a humans. Just the pluming making noise, like in any old house. Ashley sighed in relief as he let loose a torrent of piss. Urial saw the mostly clear, but slightly yellow river rush down towards his gaping mouth. He tried to block with his tongue, but it was impossible. It filled his mouth. His cheeks would have bulged had the tight mask not been holding him so snug. He tried not to taste it, but there was no escape. Like slightly salty and bad tasting water. A bit bitter. The liquid built up quickly by the dam of Urial's refusal to swallow. And then, just as his dad had warned, it shot up his nostrils. Urial gaged and began to drink it down as quickly as he could before he drowned in piss. Finally when it was done, he coughed and gasped. He had drunk his brother's urine.
“It works!” his dad said satisfied.
“I love it!” Ashley said with pride, admiring their new urinal.
“I'm next,” Mark said, taking his brother's place and pulling out his own cock. Urial franticly shook his head, the only communication method left to him, but was ignored. He couldn't take another dose of that. But he had to. It was his job. His new purpose in life.
This time he began drinking it down as soon as it pored onto his tongue. And it just came and came. How long had he been holding it in for? Urial closed his eyes and just focussed on his task, weather he liked it or not. The stream finally came to a gentle trickle and then was done. Urial panted. His stomach felt so full. His dad stepped forward next. Urial whimpered. Not him too!
His dad said not a word. Did not look at him. Just pissed. And again Urial did his duty. At long last, it was finally over, but it wasn't. This was just the beginning. Mark bent down and stroked Urial's head lovingly.
“You did good,...” he said, but added the mean name he'd used to bully Urial as a child with, “...Urinal.” The urinal's cock quivered like cupid's arrow at the sound. He was now the family's permanent urinal. This was his new life.