Jeff was drowning as the sudsy water filled the washing machine drum. After panicking for several minutes, Jeff was relieved that jockstraps didn't need to breathe. The moment he relaxed, the agitator kicked into action. He spent nearly half an hour swirled, battered and spun. He was exhausted from his torture when a hand tossed him into the dryer.
He heard his brother say "extra dry" just before the dryer roared to life and he began a naked hour in a sauna-tilt a whirl.
Jeff passed out or zonked out. The heat baked him dry. He didn't properly realize what happened or where he was until he woke in darkness, looked down and saw his brother's shoes out the leg openings of his brother's shorts.
He screamed, "Nate!"
Then to his horror he realized he was tasting his kid brother's sweaty nuts. He tried to close his mouth, but all he succeeded in doing was tightening the pouch around Nate's manhood.