\u201cHey! Hey you! Wake up, you lazy, good for nothing dew-beater. I need to take a piss!\u201d the emperor roared from His massive four-poster bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Scrambling quickly to his feet, Kalsmish gasped out a reply. \u201cY-yes, Your Magnificence. My apologies, I-I need to prepare.\u201d He chided himself for drinking that glass of small ale before bed\u2014it wasn\u2019t prudent to make Emperor Terssifus wait while he emptied his bladder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t give a rat\u2019s arse about your preparations, you cunt, get over here. I\u2019m near bursting.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kalsmish gulped and scurried to the emperor\u2019s bed, unbuttoning his trousers as he ran up the stairs. \u201cI\u2019m coming, Your Magnificence. I\u2019m sorry, Your Magnificence. I am ready to Receive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Emperor Terssifus grunted and shifted His gargantuan bulk to the side, shaking the mattress like an earthquake, and strained to grab the funnel for the Imperial Exductor, His sausage fingers waggling a few inches short.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLet me, Your Magnificence!\u201d Kalsmish handed the funnel to the emperor and quickly fed the tube from the other side of the device into his own penis as Terssifus began urinating into the funnel. Terrified that the funnel would fill before he was ready to Receive, Kalsmish began turning the crank even before the tube poked through the second sphincter into his bladder. He winced as it finally sank in the whole way. This was only his second week as the Imperial Waters Holder\u2014it would be a while before his piss-hole was well-seasoned to the task. He watched with some trepidation as pale yellow urine from his own bladder crawled up the slightly transparent fish-skin tube, so he turned the crank faster. Finally, the suction took hold with a quiet popping noise and the urine reversed its course, chased by the emperor\u2019s deep-yellow waters. Kalsmish glanced over at the emperor\u2014the Imperial Stream was still going strong and Kalsmish hoped his bladder wouldn\u2019t fail him as his predecessor\u2019s had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Closing his eyes, Kalsmish said a silent prayer and tried to relax, willing bladder to expand as the Imperial Waters filled him. He gasped from the pressure building but kept cranking and cranking until finally the emperor tossed the funnel away, wrestling Himself back into the only sleeping position His huge mass would allow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the last of the emperor\u2019s urine was pumped inside him, Kalsmish drew out the tube, squeezing his shaft hard at the base so he wouldn\u2019t lose a drop of the Imperial Waters. He panted quietly, shivering as the need to urinate seemed to take over his every thought. This was the most he\u2019d taken yet and on a full bladder too\u2014it seemed impossible to move. He knew there was only one way he would make it through the palace and down to the Imperial Receiving Well without pissing himself\u2026 and he didn\u2019t like it one bit. He\u2019d managed to avoid it thus far by limiting his liquid intake, but he\u2019d been stupid with that glass of ale. Hand trembling, he placed the tip of the glansplug into his piss-hole and began to screw it in slowly, grimacing as it grew wider the deeper it went, stretching him out. He paused when it felt like it was going to tear him and waited until his hole became accustomed to the width, the pain receding. Then, he closed his eyes and, with a whimper, turned it once more all the way around until the huge pink pearl decorating the glansplug sat flush to his cockhead. Kalsmish\u2019s knees felt like gelatin and he broke out in a cold sweat. Leaving his trousers behind, he carefully locked his hands below the bulge in his lower belly and began the arduous journey to the well to dispose of his precious cargo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Each step was agonizing\u2014the heavy pearl swung his penis back and forth like a pendulum as he walked, adding to his discomfort. Even breathing seemed to make the pressure in his bladder unbearable\u2026 but he had<\/em> to bear it\u2014there were at least a hundred other servants who would kill their own children for the honour of Receiving and Carrying the Imperial Waters for the emperor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLook at you,\u201d said a low, purring voice. \u201cYou have quite the burden, I take it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Oh no<\/em>. \u201cYes, your Grace. A glorious burden,\u201d he said. The emperor\u2019s son Prince Makhiel slipped from the shadows like a predatory feline, a huge grin on his face. \u201cI must make haste,\u201d Kalsmish said nervously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDo you, now?\u201d Makhiel said, his eyes narrowed with mischief as he matched Kalsmish\u2019s slow, waddling pace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kalsmish forced himself to smile, a trickle of sweat running down his cheek. \u201cWhen I have finished, I can come back and provide my usual service\u2026 if the Prince so desires.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh, the prince desires all right,\u201d Makhiel replied, stepping in front of Kalsmish. \u201cBut he desires his needs met now<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Normally, he actually enjoyed servicing the Imperial Prince, but all he could think of was getting to the well before he burst\u2014he gave an apologetic head bob and tried to dodge around the prince but Makhiel stopped him with a hand to his chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI really do<\/em> insist.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Though Makhiel was the kindest of the emperor\u2019s nine sons, refusal of any sort was a death sentence and Kalsmish wasn\u2019t certain he\u2019d make an exception for him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sagging in defeat, Kalsmish could only nod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThere\u2019s a good boy,\u201d Makhiel murmured, stroking Kalsmish\u2019s cheek with one hand while the other cupped the quail-egg-sized pearl with the other, weighing it. \u201cDelightful. You should be made to wear a bauble such as this in your cock at all times. It\u2019s pleasing to the eye and lovely to touch. Does it feel as good as it looks?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes, Your Grace,\u201d Kalsmish lied, trying not to wince when Makhiel began to toy with the glansplug, tugging it softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAll right. Turn around,\u201d said the prince, twirling his finger in the air. \u201cCome now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kalsmish did as he was told, eyes averted as a group of cup bearers passed them in the gallery. He heard Makhiel spit into his palm and braced himself, leaning forward. The prince hadn\u2019t even entered him and he was panting from the increased pressure of the position. Tears rose in his eyes making the grey and white tiles shimmer in his vision.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The initial push wasn\u2019t so terrible and for a moment he thought it would be fine, then Makhiel hilted himself and Kalsmish couldn\u2019t hold back his wail. He\u2019d never felt so full.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Makhiel just chuckled and began thrusting, not caring that Kalsmish began blubbering and whimpering as the prince\u2019s cock seemed to press his distended bladder harder with every plunge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n However, something began to break through his discomfort\u2014Kalsmish was legitimately worried his bladder would pop like a balloon, but he was starting to feel a razor-sharp pleasure from his desperate urge to piss, something truly unfathomable. His cock grew hard, the screw threads from the glansplug digging into the walls of his piss-hole, creating another level of pain-laced ecstasy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMm\u2026 you seem to be enjoying yourself more than usual,\u201d Makhiel said softly in his ear. \u201cYou naughty thing.\u201d He wrapped his long fingers around Kalsmish\u2019s shaft and started stroking him. \u201cDo you like this?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cY-yes, Your Grace,\u201d Kalsmish managed, his voice a strangled croak. He was hurtling towards completion and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He moaned, pushing back into the prince\u2019s thrusts, oblivious to anything but his need\u2026 until Makhiel stopped jerking him and began quickly unscrewing the glansplug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo\u2026 no,\u201d begged Kalsmish, bucking against the prince as his pleasure began to peak. \u201cPlease, no, I\u2019m going to\u2014\u201d Then he screamed as the plug popped free, his orgasm cresting like a tidal wave, sending piss and cum flying in a single far-flung stream, and screamed again when the second pulse hit, pleasure and pain as one, his body quaking and writhing out of his control. Kalsmish barely registered when the prince let out a deep grunt, signalling his own culmination\u2014his climax was monstrous, unending, all-consuming. At last he collapsed on his knees, his howl ending on a rattling sigh, and he buried his face in his hands, weeping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat was superb,\u201d said the prince with a satisfied chuckle. When Kalsmish didn\u2019t respond, Makhiel touched his shoulder gently. \u201cKal?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kalsmish looked up, his eyes streaming. \u201cWhat have I done?\u201d His bladder ached like a knife had speared it, but that was nothing compared to the terror he felt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sobbing, Kalsmish gestured to the copious yellow streaks covering the tiles. \u201cI-I have failed Him. Oh what am I to do?\u201d They would disembowel him slowly for this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Squeezing his shoulder kindly, Makhiel tutted. \u201cNever fear, my darling Kal. All will be well.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow? It\u2019s impossible!\u201d Kalsmish wailed, tearing at his hair in grief and horror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI won\u2019t tell anyone if you don\u2019t,\u201d replied the prince, putting a finger to his lips and winking. \u201cOh come on, lad. Stop it.\u201d He said when Kalsmish continued to bawl. Makhiel leaned down to pull Kalsmish to his feet and then delicately dabbed at his tears with the edge of his silken neck scarf. \u201cHush, you poor soul. Hush now. Your prince is ordering you to stop.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kalsmish\u2019s breath wouldn\u2019t stop hitching in his throat, but he did his best to stop the tears from flowing, wiping his face with both hands. \u201cTruly? You won\u2019t tell of my dishonour?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDishonour? It\u2019s just piss for god\u2019s sake. It\u2019s an awfully silly tradition. Why do you have to act as my father\u2019s chamber pot just because he\u2019s unable to leave his bed?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hiccupping, Kalsmish stared at his feet, relieved but still ashamed. \u201cThank you, Your Grace,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThink nothing of it.\u201d Then Makhiel\u2019s voice got sly. \u201cI\u2019ve only got one condition.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kalsmish glanced up. \u201cYes, Your Grace?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou come directly to me the next time my father overfills you. I quite enjoyed your enthusiasm and desperation today\u2026 it made for a delightful enhancement to our usual.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Blinking up at Makhiel, Kalsmish nodded. \u201cYes, Your Grace. I\u2019ll come to you.\u201d He gave the prince a shy smile. \u201cAnd it certainly did.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cHey! Hey you! Wake up, you lazy, good for nothing dew-beater. I need to take a piss!\u201d the emperor roared from His massive four-poster bed. Scrambling quickly to his feet, Kalsmish gasped out a reply. \u201cY-yes, Your Magnificence. My apologies, I-I need to prepare.\u201d He chided himself for drinking that glass of small ale before bed\u2014it wasn\u2019t prudent to make Emperor Terssifus wait while he emptied his bladder. \u201cI don\u2019t give a rat\u2019s arse about your preparations, you cunt, get over here. I\u2019m near bursting.\u201d Kalsmish gulped and scurried to the emperor\u2019s bed, unbuttoning his trousers as he ran up … <\/p>\n