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The Spider King's precious Alata was the target of his torments this morning. He was nearly to term with the Spider King's eggs, belly heavy and massively swollen in front of him. None of Alata's clothes fit him anymore, so he walked around naked. The Spider King liked the way Alata's arms could no longer reach around his belly when he tries to carry it when he walks, he enjoyed the way his belly wobbled with every step.
This morning the Spider King made the boy drink goblets after goblets of water, making his already large tummy protrude even further. Alata moaned throughout breakfast, whimpering when the Spider King would offer him yet another goblet of water.
When it was time to hold court, Alata was already feeling the effects of the water and followed the Spider King slowly to his throne, trying to not release any water as he walked. He moved to kneel at the throne, his usual position, but the Spider King caught him and smiled. He shot webbing around Alata's arms and chest, then bound his legs up and open. He told Alata he was going to be a good boy on the web today and moved him to the large spider web just to the left of the throne.
Alata squirmed in the webbing, his dick exposed and flopping down between his spread legs. The Spider King secured him in the web so he was curled against his large belly, increasing the pressure on his over-full bladder. Alata's breathing was shallow and sharp as he put all his focus into holding his bladder in this new position.
The Spider King lifted a long leg and stroked Alata's cheek, he murmured words of praise to the boy, telling him he looked so beautiful like this, his belly so full, just like it should be.
Alata looked longingly at the Spider King. The worst part of being held in the web all day was the loss of touch; when he was kneeling at his king's feet, he was constantly being petted and caressed by his king, but the web was far away from the king in the throne room, so he was going to be alone all day.
Once Alata was secured, the Spider King began to hold court. Ignoring Alata as if he did not just place him in a cradle of torment.
Alata closed his eyes and let his mouth fall open, breathing deep. His bladder was so. Full. His limbs trembled. His bladder throbbed. He could not release his bladder while his king was holding court! He tightened his legs, trying to tighten his internal muscles.
He opened his eyes and looked up to the court in hope of a distraction.
Half of the attendees were staring at him. While some openly stared at the boy, others tried to be subtle by sneaking glances or looking at Alata from the corner of their eyes. Somehow, that made it worse and Alata's face flushed. The room felt tense, everyone in the room was waiting to see what would happen to Alata.
The Spider King attended court with practiced ease, addressing the docket of issues one-by-one, calling the required nobles or farmers in front of him to speak. In fact, the Spider King was the only person capable of talking through diplomatic matters without sneaking glances at Alata every time his belly trembled.
During his pregnancy, if felt like Alata's bladder shrunk, squeezed small to make room for the Spider King's eggs, any amount of water he drank required a trip to the bedpan nearly immediately after. Alata also didn't eat during pregnancy, he received enough nutrients from the eggs he was incubating, so the extra volume of water this morning was getting unbearable.
Alata looked away from the people of the court and focused on the floor of stone tile in front of him. He hadn't seen his dick for the last two months, his belly had grown too big, but he could feel it. The cool air of the throne room made him his legs shiver and little cock twitch. He clenched his muscles even tighter, trying to center himself and get used to the building pressure in his bladder.
The court continued on. The Spider King met with diplomats and common folk, he solved crises and small conflicts.
The pressure in Alata's bladder grew. The King paid him no mind, ignoring the way Alata squirmed in the web, no longer able to sit still.
Two more conflict-resolution sessions later, Alata broke. He let out a whimper, keening soft and low in his throat, he let the whole court hear his depravity. It sounded thunderous in the quiet throne room.
The Spider King turned slowly to Alata.
Alata was mortified he made noise in court! He hadn't slipped up like this since he was in training. He looked directly to the Spider King, begging for forgiveness with his eyes. The Spider King reached a long leg to the boy, pressing on the small dome of his bladder just between his legs. Alata shifted uncomfortably. The Spider King coldly reprimanded Alata for interrupting such an important meeting.
Alata's eyes watered from his efforts to just hold still, to not release any water or let out any more noises. He nodded his head softly, soundless, eyes begging.
The Spider King pressed harder against the dome of Alata's bladder, telling him not to interrupt anymore, to sit where the Spider King placed him and mind himself.
Alata's mouth was open in a silent scream, his body trembled under the immense pressure the Spider King was causing in his body. He stared at the Spider King with tears freely flowing down his cheeks, trying to convey how sorry he was without using words.
The Spider King chuckled and told him he was giving him one more chance to be good in front of the court.
Alata nodded, eyes never leaving the Spider King, silently promising to live up to his expectations.
Finally, the Spider King removed his leg from Alata's belly, releasing the pressure on his midsection. Alata gasped as quietly as he could in relief. The Spider King then used the same leg to wipe a tear away from Alata's cheek. He told Alata the court was watching him, do not disappoint him again.
Alata was left to hang on the spider web, bladder painfully full, the whole court watching and waiting for him to make any other reactions.
His tummy was so full! It had been hours since breakfast, his poor bladder was at its limits. He focused on breathing in and out of his nose, concentrating on holding his inner muscles tight. He wanted to be good, he wanted to live up to the Spider King's expectations. He closed his eyes and focused on breathing and holding his bladder.
Court continued. The Spider King's voice drifted in and out of Alata's consciousness and he couldn't follow the flow of the conversation anymore.
Alata focused on the timber of the Spider King's voice, letting it anchor him. He drifted in and out of his own mind, focusing on nothing but keeping his body still and not releasing any water, any noises, nothing while in court.
Everything started floating and Alata let his mind slip further into the void, his body was in equilibrium, his bladder holding. He was so focused that he did not realize that the court was concluding.
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The Spider King smirked. It was well known he loved it when his toys got lost in their own heads while they were bound to his webbing, he reveled in the process of putting them in that headspace, loved how expressive they were when they were released, and loved pampering them when they came back to their senses.
The court hid their disappointment well. Today was special, they got to see one of the rare times the Spider King's toys slipped up during court. But his boys were good, he knew Alata would not make any more mistakes.
Eventually, today's docket if items was concluded and the Spider King ended court. The attendees were given notice to vacate the throne room, leaving only the Spider King and Alata. Once everyone was gone, the Spider King shot some of his webbing to the tip of the Alata's dick, effectively plugging his hole.
The boy moaned, his mind still lost in his headspace, but his dick twitched and the dome of his lower belly clenched hard.
The Spider King bundled Alata on his back and started heading to the private chambers just down the corridor. He had a long afternoon planned with his advisors that could possibly go into the evening, depending on how the discussions went. They were settling issues of port tariffs today, which always took twice as long.
The Spider King moved through the castle halls, Alata rocking gently on his back. He wanted to set the boy up in the room so he could play with him all afternoon.
Plus, the boy had his mistake to make up for.
The Spider King was shocked when Alata interrupted him while holding court today, but it just meant the Spider King had to reprimand him in private. His boy looked so good with his belly filled with his eggs, holding his bladder for his king, the Spider King reveled in the fact that his boy couldn't control that whimper during court. The Spider King wanted to drag all the pretty whimpers out of the boy, he wanted to fill his pretty belly with more water as punishment.
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Alata slowly came back to himself. It was a familiar feeling being carried on the Spider King's back, his body gently swaying with every step. His bladder was full and ready to burst. The Spider King movement jostled his core, forcing more pressure on his poor bladder. Alata moaned, his voice low and broken, boldly choosing to make noise now that court was over and the Spider King and him were alone.
The Spider King shushed Alata, telling him the day was barely half over, he still needed to be good for the test of the day. He then moved both of them into his private meeting chambers.
Alata loved the meeting chambers. The Spider King's spider web covered nearly half of the room, a massive and overwhelming structure. The meeting table was placed so one end was pushed against the web, so the Spider King could sit at the head of the table, on the web. Alata loved the room because he was always placed right next to the Spider King on his web, in constant contact with the king, and bound on the spider web in whatever position the Spider King wanted him.
In the room, the servants were arranging lunch on the meeting table. The Spider King's advisors were already in the room, impatiently pacing and lunch to be served. When the Spider King and Alata entered, the advisors' eyes flick from the unset lunch table and Alata's belly. Their eyes grew wide and hungry when his belly shook with every breath he took and they licked their lips when Alata's legs quivered with the effort to hold in his bladder.
The Spider King released Alata from his previous bindings and re-positioned him, freeing his arms and securing his legs to the web, spread open for the room to see. Alata's belly was protruding in front of him, his dick exposed and resting heavily against the webbing between his legs.
Lunch was served and the Spider King turned his attention back to his advisors. They all sat around the table, openly watching Alata tremble and shake with his efforts to hold his bladder.
The Spider King passed a goblet to Alata and told him to drink the water. Alata whimpered and paused, looking at the Spider King with pleading eyes. His belly was full, he didn't know if he could fit any more water inside him.
When the boy didn't immediately drink down the goblet, the Spider King pushed a leg to his swollen bladder and asked Alata if he thought this punishment was unfair, after all, he rudely interrupted court today.
Alata whimpered and cast his eyes downward. He whispered he was sorry for disrespecting the Spider King today during court, of course he would drink the water. He reached a shaky hand to take the goblet and drank and drank until the goblet was empty.
The Spider King stroked Alata's forehead and told him he knew Alata would think this punishment was fair. The Spider king handed him another goblet and turned towards his advisors to start the meeting. Alata drank that goblet plus two more the Spider King then passed to him. The advisors finished their meal without touching their water goblets and the king made Alata drink everything that was leftover.
The water pressure built and built until it became unbearable. Alata felt like his insides were on fire. He couldn't even think without his mind being drawn to the overwhelming pain of his full bladder.
The plug of webbing was still holding the tip of his member shut, the only thing helping Alata from releasing his bladder. His bladder cramped and felt like it was ready to burst within his body. Alata trembled and gasped in his seat next to the Spider King. Naked body exposed and distracting to the advisors. His eyes were leaking tears, he couldn't even control them anymore, his whole body was tense on his agonized bladder, overfilled and sore.
The Spider King asked him a question, but Alata couldn't think, his mind was blank, his belly was tight and hurting. He apologized to the Spider King, unable to think or focus.
The meeting went on.
The Spider King and the advisors talked and talked and Alata's lower belly burned like it was on fire. He panted and tried to focus on his breathing to lessen the pain, but the sheer volume of water inside him was overwhelming. His lower belly was a hard rock in his body, no doubt a massive ball distended in front of him. He shook with the effort to keep still.
He cried out, shrill and desperate, voice breaking with his efforts to quiet his sounds. The meeting went silent.
The Spider King stroked Alata's lower belly, humming to himself. He told Alata he was disappointed in him, he needed to demonstrate more control over his lewd body. Alata pleaded to the Spider King, eyes wide and tearful, unsure of what he was asking the king for.
He then removed the plug from the tip of Alata's dick and told him to hold his bladder until the end of the meeting.
Alata choked on his tears and apologized, dick twitching and nearly letting go of his bladder. The Spider King then stroked the underside of his member, making Alata violently surge forward, mouth agape in a silent scream. Alata tensed his whole body in an effort to stop the flow of piss, his urethra burning with the sensation. He apologized again, thanking the Spider King for teaching him this lesson.
He knew he was nearing his limit. His body was trembling. His bladder was a tight rubber band ready to snap and release at any moment. The Spider King whipped a drop of seat from Alata's brow and told him to wait for a bit longer, the meeting was nearly over.
The Spider King turned back to his advisors and they continued their discussion, nearly all of them trying to hide the bulges in their pants.
Alata tried to clench every muscle in his body, his stomach was shuddering and he was getting so tired, he could barely hold on. The Spider King could no doubt feel the way Alata was writhing in his bonds, but did nothing to help ease his discomfort, letting the boy squirm and struggle.
Eventually evening arrived and the servants started preparing the room for dinner.
The Spider King turned his attention back to Alata, stroking his belly, pressing against the hard dome of his lower groin. Alata threw his head back in a silent scream, back sharply arched, shaking the web itself.
The Spider King told him he was so good at holding his bladder the whole day, he needed to wait just a bit more
Alata's dick twitched between his legs at the praise, hardening. He turned his head and gasped against the spider web, his control nearly breaking. He pleaded with the Spider King, completely at his limit.
But the Spider King turned towards the dinner table and picked up another water goblet. Alata let out a quiet sob when he saw it, his head hanging low, belly shaking with his cries. The Spider King cooed at his boy, bringing it to Alata's lips and told him this was his punishment for crying and interrupting the meeting. He told Alata he knows he can take more and pushed the cup forward.
Alata choked on the water as the Spider King poured into his mouth, tears streaming down his face as he swallowed. His belly protested and gurgled, lurching when he finished the goblet. The Spider King brought a second goblet up to his mouth and Alata sobbed, at his limit, pleading with the Spider King for his mercy, his pregnant belly couldn't take any more.
The Spider King hummed and told Alata he did well today, but his advisors were making the meeting go long, giving them pointed looks, so Alata needed to sit for a bit longer. The king would go easy on him, he could make as much noise as he wanted, but he would need to finish all the water the king offered.
Alata keened, high and loud, gasping out his answer, thanking the Spider King for his grace. He then cried, giant gasping sobs when the Spider King pushed three more goblets of water to his mouth, forcing him to drink them all down. When the Spider King moved back to the table for his dinner, Alata let himself break down. He wailed and moaned on the spider web, holding his tight belly, trying to soothe what he could reach, body hot and full.
The advisors were distracted by Alata, unable to focus over the way Alata squirmed and cried, their attention constantly drawn to Alata and his swollen tummy. Alata guessed that this was the Spider's King's intention all along, as punishment for the endless meetings.
The pressure built and Alata felt the water move from his stomach to his bladder. He was too full. His cock had gone soft again, his body in pain from trying to hold so much water. His bladder was throbbing, he could feel his heartbeat in his lower stomach. His bladder filled with more water.
Pain. Sharp. White-hot. He was too full. His muscles were releasing against his will. Alata screamed through clenched teeth, unable to hold the water anymore. He pleaded with the Spider king to allow him to release the water, but the King dismissed him, waving him off with one hand.
Alata wailed next to him. He curled forward, trying to hold his entire belly. His hands added additional pressure to his overfilled bladder and he jerked. His bladder convulsed and released against his will. He tried to tense, but his muscles weren't responding.
He whispered he can't hold it anymore and let out a guttural wail.
A spray of water released from the tip of his dick. His hips violently jerked thrust forward, chasing the feeling of release. He slammed his butt back against the spider web, trying to cut off the flow. Alata sobbed that he was sorry, he couldn't hold it any longer.
The smell of piss filled the room. The Spider King's advisors covered their noises with their hands and sleeves and kept up their discussion. The piss dripped down the spider web, flowing down each strand, until it pooled onto the stone floor
Alata's face heated up. He apologized over and over again. But, he found now that his bladder had let go, it was nearly impossible to stop. He released more water, still unable to fully tighten and stop his bladder. His muscle contractions made his cock jump and the piss arced across the spider web, nearly reaching the floor near the meeting table. Embarrassed, Alata closed his eyes and wept, apologizing and pleading with the Spider King that he was trying to stop.
The Spider King continued the meeting. The advisors, though still speaking, offered minimal input and they rapidly moved through the rest of the discussion topics.
Alata took heaving breaths, his treacherous bladder was releasing a small stream of water, dripping slowly and noisily onto the floor. Alata wailed in frustration and clenched his lower muscles as hard as he could, trying to stop the flow. Tears streamed down his cheeks, his belly quivered with the effort, but the small stream of piss continued.
Alata screamed, distraught and humiliated he couldn't stop the flow. But the pressure inside his bladder was still intolerable, it barely felt like he'd released any water.
The Spider King moved towards Alata, cradling his belly with two legs and gently resting a third to Alata's protruding bladder, careful to not add any pressure. At some point without Alata noticing, the Spider King's advisors had gotten up from their seats and positioned themselves at the other foot of the table, watching Alata, waiting to be dismissed for the day by the Spider King.
Alata pleaded with the Spider King, telling him he couldn't hold his bladder anymore, he's trying too hard! The Spider King stroked Alata's face and whipped a tear away. He looked pleased. He told Alata if he couldn't hold his bladder anymore, he could release it now.
A screech tore through Alata's throat as he allowed his bladder to release. Pleasure exploded down his spine, and he shivered against the spider web, the release feeling like an orgasm.
The Spider King squeezed his belly, increasing the pressure on his bladder ten-fold.
Alata screamed and rocked against the spider web, gasping for breath, trying to not pass out from the overwhelming sensation of being forced to expel the water. Alata arched his back, falling into the webbing, anchoring his hips, letting the Spider King control the painful flow of water leaving his body.
There was so much piss on the floor that it pooled under the spider web, under the meeting table, and to the shoes of the Spider King's advisors, who were still watching and waiting on the Spider King's dismissal.
Alata couldn't believe they were still present for this moment, to witness his debasement. He moaned and squeezed his bladder, trying to expel more water. The force made his belly convulse and jiggle, his dick twitching in interest.
The puddle grew larger and larger, Alata moaned and trembled in the Spider King's hold as he worked to force every last bit of water out of the boy's bladder. Alata sobbed, body tired and shaking, limbs barely able to hold him upright anymore. He held onto his pregnant belly, whimpering as the Spider King continued to work to empty his bladder.
When Alata was done, he dismissed his advisors, letting them walk out of the chamber with soaking shoes, leaving a trail of piss as they left.
Alata closed his eyes and felt his face heat up again. The entire castle was going to know he wasn't able to hold his bladder until the end of the meeting and had to void early. He moaned and fell against the webbing, apologizing to the Spider King and thanking him for helping him release his bladder.
The Spider King stroked Alata's belly, feeling the way he trembled and shivered against his touch. The boy always had the best reactions to anything the Spider King put him through. He also provided the perfect opportunity for him to end today's exhausting advisor meeting.
Now it was his time for him to take the boy back in his bed chambers for some nighttime fun.