Tony spent a long night in the dark. He could taste his brother's piss and cum, and the need to pee never quite faded away, though it went back to a tolerable torture. Alex came in in the middle of the night, not even bothering to turn on the light before pissing all over Tony's frozen face.
The worst was yet to come though. Tony could hear Alex snoring, sleeping in late when the handle on the door to Tony's room jiggled. His father came into the room, calling out to Alex, "Your mother's taking an eternal damn shower, so I'm using your bathroom." Kevin was well kept for 40, though he was starting to get a dad bod instead of the six pack he was used to. When his father stepped in front of the toilet, Tony let out a sigh of relief, or he would have if Alex had given him any way to communicate. Kevin noticed the urinal and scooted in front of his terrified son, "Oh hey Tony, so that's where you ended up." He was completely unfazed by Tony's predicament, but as a consequence, he was preparing to use the urinal, which Alex hadn't intended. Tony let out silent screams as his father's soft, hairy cock was pulled out right before his face. He'd just wanted to feel like an object for a little bit and now Tony was serving his whole family. His father's acrid piss poured over his hands before splashing up onto his face. The smell stung worse than the taste. Kevin's piss was so much stronger than Alex's. And it just kept coming. There were so many things Tony would do if he could, sob, scream, throw up, but he couldn't do any of that as long as he was glass.
Kevin's flow petered out and he patted the top of his son's head, "Thanks for that bud. I might be back later if you're still messing around in here." Tony gagged internally at the thought.