Mark and Ashley were laughing their heads off at some of Uriel's webposts. There was so much stuff that they hadn't even bothered to retrieve any of the deleted stuff.
"Ya, know, Mark, I'd never've thought of the TENS stuff to keep Uriel's muscles in shape, even while he's plumbing. Dad thinks of everything, doesn't he?"
"I guess. Still all those pipes and wires connected, Urinal ain't ever going to be Uriel again. I think it's permanent..." his voice trailed off in thought. He had been amazed at all the rubber tubing and pipes that their father had connected to Uriel. His ropes had been replaced by a rubber mesh, which allowed minimal movement, as the TENS unit stimulated muscles on his naked body. The penis was encased in a rubber tube fastened to a drain pipe, and a similar affair but with straps around Uriel's waist and thighs held the flexible rubber hose that was jammed up at Uriel's ass. There were some medical surplus devices hooked up to monitor Uriel's heart rate and such, and their father had hooked it up to the wifi with their help, so if Urinal had any difficulties, the home computer would relay the distress. Definitely, permanent.
"Then I get dibs on his clothing!" Ashley shouted.
"I'm the oldest," Mark protested.
There was a knock at the door.
"Yeah, dad?"
"One of you boys left the urinal drain opened all the way," their father said. "When did you last use it?"
"Uh, last night before bed?" Mark said.
"Yeah, oh, I got up in the night- maybe an hour and a half ago - oh, dang, I forgot. Sorry."
"Well, an hour and half isn't too bad, I guess. But in the future, don't leave it like that for more than an hour. I have to go back East on business today. Sorry for the short notice, but you boys are old enough to take of yourselves, and things," he said nodding in the direction of the bathroom. "There's plenty of food, and college doesn't start for a week. I should be back in two days, three tops." He stepped out of the room, and picked up his suitcase and headed down to his truck.
Mark and Ashley said their goodbyes and promised to take good care of everything especially the plumbing.
"Sure you don't need to piss before you go?"
"Already did. That's how I knew the urinal drain had been left open," he said as he started the engine. He added, "Oh, and the mason jars on the bottom shelf of the fridge contain the Urinal's food: Kale, beets, beef jerky, oatmeal and other stuff all liquified in the blender. You only need to feed it once each day. I fed him this morning, so you can feed him tomorrow after your morning pisses. Don't get in any trouble, or we may end up with a bidet next to the urinal."
They laughed, but with a nervous twinge, because after what had happened to Urial, he might be serious. As he drove off, each boy licked his lips distastefully imaging licking his brother's bum. Ashley glanced at Mark and smiled, it would save on toilet paper though. He bit his lip, and wondered how to get Mark in trouble without getting himself in trouble.
Mark and Ashley did their morning chores, and were playing video games and drinking beer when the heard the noisy motorcycle pull up.
"Who's that?"
"Maybe one of Urinal's boyfriends?" joked Mark, as the two headed to the front door to investigate the noise.
The six foot four inch blond muscle hunk dressed in black motorcycle leathers was immediately recognizable, and totally unexpected. The guy had been a football star at Uriel's high school, and had notoriously bullied Uriel.
"Where's Uriel?" demanded Dylan.
"Uh, he didn't move with us," Ashley said.
Mark turned his head and glared at him. Ashley looked down the hall at the bathroom door. Dylan followed the glance. He pushed his way into the house.
"Out of my way, pussies, I've been riding for hours, and I gotta take a piss. This way to the bathroom?"
"Uh, yeah - but-"
"No, wait..."
It was too late Dylan was in the bathroom. The two boys followed. Dylan was straddling the urinal, and sighing in relief. He turned around with his huge cock hanging out dripping pissing, He walked toward the boys. He grabbed Mark by his hair and forced him to his knees, and shoved his cock into Mark's mouth and down his throat. He gagged. Firmly holding Mark's head between his two powerful hands, Dylan instructed, "Since you repurposed my bitchboi, I need a replacement. Now give me a blow job, and make it good. I feel any teeth scrap me, and I'll knock every tooth out of your head. Got that bitch boy?"
"Mm, hm!" Mark answered nodding his head and audibly starting to suck.
Ashley howled with laughter. Dylan glared at him. He pointed at Ashley and ordered, "And you! Get this bitch boi's pants off him, down to his knees." Ashley obeyed undoing Mark's belt and pulling his pants down. Dylan added, "Underwear too."
Mark blushed slightly as his cock popped up released from his compression shorts.
"Just like his bro. He gets off on sucking another guy's cock," Dylan announced.
Ashley snickered. Mark would make a nice bidet when dad returned.
"Good boi," Dylan said in approval of Mark's lingual ministrations.
Ashley leaned in the door frame grinning and watching. Obviously waiting for his turn.
"Hey, other bitchboi, get down on your knees and lick this bitchboi's ass," Dylan ordered.
"Me?" Ashley asked.
"Yes, you. Uriel obviously cannot do it, he's tiled in place. And be sure to shove your tongue up his chute too. I want this bitchboi properly lubed with your saliva before I fuck him. If he's not, I'll fuck your ass raw."
Ashley grimaced. He looked at the muscle hunk, and realized that the guy could pound him into submission in a couple minutes tops. So he obeyed.