Urial just hung there with piss soaked breath panting. Mark was jacking off into the urinal as he watched Uriel's private videos of him and one of his boyfriends.
"Dude, if I'd known, I'd've had your room wired with a camera ages ago. Here, I thought you were boring, Urinal. Oh, well, I guess you are now," he laughed softly as he grew silent and finally moaned and grunted blowing his load across urinal's masked face.
"Ah, that feels good. Hm, wonder where Ashton's gone off to?"
Urinal moaned. He knew it was Ashton down in the basement, he just had no idea what Ashton was doing to him. He could feel wires rubbing against his body, and some cold metallic things being glued or taped to his naked body. Ashton had started by giving Urinal three good enemas before working a rubber tube up his ass, and over his cock. "There all hooked up to the septic tank. Much neater." But what the fuck were the wires for? Were they going to shock him?
"Mark, Ashton! Get your asses in here!" shouted Michael.
Mark wiped his cock dry on a toilet tissue and shoved it in Urinal's mouth, saying, "Fiber is good for you."
Urinal was left with his maw stretched wide, and a dirty tissue hanging half out of his mouth.
It was over an hour and half before anyone entered the bathroom.
It was his father. He looked down at Urinal and sighed. He shouted, "Boys! Get in here!"
"What did I tell you about not leaving his mouth open, and look at that disgusting cum wad hanging out of it. Now as I explained, I have to go away on business for a few days, maybe a week. I am trusting you to take care of this urinal. You need to feed it, and exercise it, and keep it clean. And you need to not strain the jaws unnecessarily. Remember, it used to be your brother."
Mark rolled his eyes. Michael glared and added, "And I may decide I need a bidet to go with the urinal and toilet," he stared hard at Mark. Ashton suppressed a snicker.
Ashton promptly knelt down, and adjusted the clamps prying his jaws open. Uriel sighed as his mouth closed about halfway.
"Now I'm trusting you boys," Michael sighed, as he left the bathroom. In his mind, he justified Uriel's new role as a bonding exercise for the brothers. He was dependent on them now. They would be responsible for him. After a few weeks, the replacement urinal should arrive and well, then they could give Urinal - er, Uriel another chance. He'd have learned his lesson by then for sure.
"Exercise time, Uri!" said Ashton with glee, as soon as their father's truck could be heard roaring away. He pulled out a black remote, and pushed a button. Down in the basement, Uriel could feel his muscles twitching as the electrodes connected to his body began to work. "TENS unit," Ashton explained, "Though I probably shouldn't have hooked that pair up to your balls. Oh, well, at least I won't have to swallow it." He turned and walked away.
About a half hour later, Mark slunk into the bathroom. He was grimy, sweaty, and exhausted.
"How come I had to dig up the garden? All you do is hang around. Why are you twitching?"