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 Title: Asphalt

   by darkmpreg (mpreg, labor, fetus, rape, birth, pregnant man)
Summary:
A criminal learns his pregnant teenage boyfriend is having another man's

baby.  Only one thing can make it right.

   Asphalt

   He cheated, and now he paid.



   Logan had spent his entire pregnancy leading his boyfriend to believe
their love was real, but today Dan had found out the truth: Logan was in
love with someone else, and the fetus inside him wasn't even his.



   Dan was a small time dealer of this or that.  At 21 he ran a den in a
cracked out neighborhood on the south side and by 22 had fallen in love
with one of the druggies; the handsome, seventeen year old red head who
became his everything.  But even a baby couldn't save him now.



   Dan and two of his criminal associates opened the trunk of their junk
car and laughed at the moaning naked pregnant red head stuffed inside,
mouth stuffed with a tennis ball and secured with duct tape.  They pulled
him out and threw him on the asphalt.  They ripped off the tape and pulled
the tennis ball from his teeth.  The outskirts of the city were silent to
his suffering.  The empty surround, lit by a single flickering streetlight,
offered no way out.  He fell on his hands and knees, and pain surged up his
limbs as the asphalt tore open his skin.  His 41 week pregnancy had made
his young body heavy and awkward, but the boys thought he was prime real
estate.



   Dan knelt by his boyfriend and grabbed him by the hair on the back of
his head.  "You fucked up," he said.  "You know that?"



   "Yes," said Logan, shaking.



   "No," said the other.  "Don't think you do."



   He stood up and let the pregnant teenager sit himself on his ass.  He
stared down at his bleeding hands while his gigantic pregnant belly sat on
his lap.  It dwarfed his perfect teen body, enhancing his vulnerability.



   "But you see," said Dan, unbuckling.  The two other young men did the
same.  "Your slutty behavior gave me an idea." Another car pulled up.  An
SUV.  Six more guys piled out of it.  Gangbangers.  Street thugs.  Some of
them had guns.  "An idea for an open invitation to all my friends.  They've
already put money on the table.  Good money.  A lot of money.  They know
how pretty you are ...  how ripe."



   Dan once again lifted Logan up by the back of his head, standing him to
his wobbly feet.  The eight other men stood around, watching, their hands
already snaking down their pants.  Dan placed a hand on Logan's stomach,
tight as a rock.  His navel poked outward.  The fetus inside was full term
and strong, moving slightly beneath his hand.



   "And for the little one," said Dan, smirking at the boys.  "One of them
paid extra."



   Tears ran down Logan's face, dripping onto his naked stomach.



   "There's a price to pay for fucking with me," he said, louder, as if
directed at the others too.  "And a reward for loyalty."



   He touched his palms together.  "So who's first?"



   For two hours, Logan was bent over the hood of the car.  His legs were
shaking beneath him, ready to give out.  His face throbbed against the hood
as yet another of the guys took their turn, sticking their meat as far as
they could go.  His belly swayed beneath him, pressed uncomfortably against
the metal.  There was no room left inside his womb, and the baby protested
the car cramping his space, and the dicks knocking on the cervix
centimeters away.



   After a while they threw him back on the asphalt and flipped him on his
back.  The rough rocks made his skin raw, and the back of his head ached,
but the men didn't care.  They took off their shirts and used it as
cushions for themselves as they forced Logan's legs wide and fucked him
hard with their bodies pressed against his belly and their hands wandering
his naked, sweating body.  The baby kicked and punched, the movements clear
as day in the streetlight.



   The night went on.  Word had spread and soon more cars were riding up
through the darkness.  People brought cash and Dan leaned against his car
counting it all, laughing at Logan's expense.



   The fifteenth guy had a bigger dick than the rest of them and with every
thrust Logan screamed.  His cock was so thick and long that it may as well
have been a bludgeon.  The pregnant teen's cervix was already battered and
weak, and Fifteen came to finish the job.  On the sixth thrust Logan felt
something tear inside him.  He clutched his baby bump and moaned in pain.



   "Popped him," said Fifteen to the horde of boys and men that watched.



   They cheered.



   "I want a turn before he shits the baby out," said one.



   "Yeah," said another.  "Sign me up for that shit."



   "Hey, y'all need to get on it with," said Dan, standing over his
pregnant boyfriend.  "I got people paid good money for a turn."



   "Okay, boss," said Fifteen, planting a hand on Logan's sweaty,
cum-stained belly.  "Just gonna say what's up to the baby's head real
quick."



   Everyone laughed except for Dan.  "The fetus is bought and owned.  Don't
fuck with it too much."



   The baby's head was transverse, meaning off to one side.  Its hands and
feet dangled toward the cervix.  Not a suitable position for birth.  As
Fifteen slammed the pregnant teen and broke the cervix, his shroom peaked
into the womb.  At that point, a contraction started and Logan's belly
compressed around the baby, revealing its big head off to the left side.



   "Shit, that the baby's head sticking out?" said one of the guys,
pointing.



   "Ain't that the wrong position?"



   Dan shrugged.  "Just means he'll be in labor longer till that head turns
around." He counted all the guys who had paid and hand't had their turn
yet. The number was over twenty.



   Logan screamed as lightning shot through his nervous system.  The
contraction pushed down on his baby, attempting to maneuver it to the
cervix.  But nothing happened.  Only its hands were there, grasping through
the fluid.



   Fifteen stopped mid-thrust as something inside touched his shroom.  "OH
DAMN.  That just happened."



   "What happened?" said one of the guys.



   "It gave me a hand job."



   They all laughed and soon Fifteen was squirting his load deep into
Logan's womb where the baby twisted and turned, pressing Logan's inflated
skin outward.  When Fifteen exited the pregnant teenager, amniotic fluids
gushed out and Number Sixteen took his place.



   The night ebbed on, fueled by pregnant desire.  Five hours went by and
the late hours became early hours.  Dawn was an hour away.  The line was
still long and people were still showing up and making deals with Dan for a
fifth and sixth chance at fucking the laboring teen.  But the unnamed guy
who wanted the baby was getting tired of waiting and Dan decided to let
those who still hadn't had their turn to finish.  He did, however, offer to
let anyone stay who wanted to watch the birth, and cum on his cheating
boyfriend whenever they felt the need, free of charge.



   Most everyone stayed, and every minute or so one of the guys would step
up and shoot ropes of cum on the pregnant redhead.  His belly was slimy and
his lips crusty as his body tried in vain to pop out his fetus.



   Dan could still clearly see the baby's head lodged against Logan's left
side.  There had been no progress in five hours.  As Number Fifty-Three
fucked Logan deep in his dilated womb, Dan knelt next to his boyfriend and
used the fresh spunk as lubricant for his hands as he tried his best to
move the baby's head downward.  Another man appeared on the other side of
Logan's heaving belly to help.  They waited through a contraction and
afterward, when the belly was softer, he grabbed the legs on the right side
and pushed them up toward the top while Dan pushed the head toward the
bottom.  The contractions were speeding up to every few minutes, and they
had to wait each time, and sometimes their efforts were reset and they had
to try again.



   Slowly, the baby moved into a head down position, and Number Fifty-Three
grew wide-eyed and stopped.



   "What?" said Dan, looking at him.



   "Just can't go as deep anymore."



   "Make do," he said, wiping the cum off his hands as another guy came
over and spent himself on Logan's rotund belly.



   Fifty-Three continued with his thrusts, knocking the baby's head a few
times before sticking himself as far in as he could go and releasing his
load.  He stood up and Fifty-Four took his place.



   Dan counted how many paying customers were left.  Twelve more.  "Fuck,"
he said, shouldering up to the guy who wanted the baby.  "Still got twelve
left.  It might pop out real quick now.  What do you want to do?"



   The man, tattooed and in his early thirties, shrugged.  "Let them keep
going," he said, stroking his staff.



   "What do you want the baby for anyway?"



   The big man looked at Dan.  "Cause it's mine.  I fucked your boyfriend
nine months ago, and been fucking him ever since."



   The two men stared at each other for a good long time.  "So you're the
other guy."



   "Damn straight," he said.



   And then Dan laughed, turning back to watch the show.  "Well, how about
that." He called over to Fifty-Four.  "Hey, how's he progressing over
there?"



   "Baby's slipping down with every contraction," said the man.  "He's
pushing."



   Dan turned to Big Man.  "You mind if we delay the birth for a few extra
minutes?"



   Big Man shrugged.  "As long as I go last."



   With a nod, Dan rushed over to Logan and pushed Fifty-Four out of him.
"How you doing, babe?" he asked the sweating, breathless teenager.  A man
came over and cummed on his face with a grunt.  Dan grinned down at Logan
whose tears had made a trail through the crust of his temples, dripping
back into his hair.  When Logan didn't respond, Dan rubbed Logan's sticky
belly in wide circles.  The baby had definitely dropped, leaving the upper
section of his belly empty.  "How about we slow things down so I can make
my money, K?" Then he whispered in his ear: "And so I can show that fucker
that boned that baby into you who the fuck he messed with."



   Logan's eyes shot open and he began to scream as another contraction
tore him apart.  Dan went around to Logan's open legs and saw cum dribbling
out of his swollen hole.  His neglected cock grew hard and tense as the
baby's head neared his prostate.  Dan clicked his tongue.  "Too soon," he
said, reaching his hand into Logan's widening hole.  He squeezed his
fingers around the baby's head and pushed with his palm.  Logan unleashed a
terrible cry as the contraction pushed the baby down and Dan pushed the
baby up.



   It was much easier when the contraction ended.  Slowly but, surely - and
with the aid of all the cum dumped inside him - the baby went back up, its
legs and butt and shoulders crossing back through the splayed cervix and,
finally, the head.  Logan's upper belly swelled back up to its full size
and Logan gave it a good hard slap.  The baby kicked in answer.



   To ensure everyone had their proper turn, Dan dug his hands low on
Logan's stomach and found the head, and with his other arm still deep
inside Logan, he was able to turn the head back sideways.  The head poked
out back on the left side where it originally was.  While he looked over at
Big Man, he whispered into his boyfriend's ear: "That fetus won't be coming
out alive."



   Logan's wails waxed as Dan motioned Number Fifty-Five over.  The big
black man knelt at Logan's hole and entered with his twelve inches,
groaning.  Dan stayed where he on the asphalt next to Logan, rubbing his
lopsided belly in loving, hateful circles.  Fifty-Five bumped the baby a
few times and cummed and was replaced with Fifty-Six.



   The contractions were wildly powerful and the fetus lurched against the
cervix as Logan's body tried to expel it in way that it could.  It kicked
and moved beneath the navel, hoping for escape.  Dan was surprised it even
had lasted so long under such duress.



   Fifty-Seven.  Fifty-eight.  During Fifty-Nine's hard thrusts, Logan felt
something wide pressing through his cervix, and it wasn't Fifty-Nine's
cock. Something was wrong.  The baby was breech and coming down butt-first.



   "What's wrong?" asked Dan.



   "Baby's breech," he panted.



   Dawn came on the eastern horizon, illuminating all the men who were
leaning against their vehicles touching themselves and fucking each other.
A golden-red hue fell across Logan, and his navel cast a slanting shadow
across his stomach.



   Dan counted seven guys that still needed their turn.



   Fifty-Nine pounded the pregnant teen and the baby inside him bounced on
his cock until he came and Sixty took his place.  Sixty had a whopping
fourteen inches; long enough to really hurt the fetus.  Dan slid the man a
hundred dollars out of his huge was of cash.



   "Push the baby back in as far you can," whispered Dan, rubbing Logan's
stomach.



   "Sure, boss," said Sixty, pumping the kid with his rod.  Carefully, he
eased the baby up and up until Logan's pregnant belly was full again, and
the head stuck out the front like a tumor.  Sixty rubbed the baby's head
through the skin.



   Three more guys walked over and cummed on the laboring teen.  Even Dan
got a little on his face.  Sixty busted his load and pulled out just as
another contraction started.  Sixty-One lasted one minute, and Sixty-Two
lasted five.  Logan's body was giving out.  He was parched and his body had
run out of energy, but somehow the contractions kept coming and the baby
kept kicking.  With all the jerking and writhing and bouncing, the baby
turned head-down in the womb and Dan let it go.  The time was near.



   Finally, Sixty-Six finished and Big Man came over to stand over Logan
whom he impregnated 41 weeks ago.  He admired the creation he had wrought
and looked forward to taking his infant home to his dark house.  But Dan
stood up and three guys appeared behind Big Man with pistols pressed
against his brain.



   "Actually," said Dan.  "I think I'll go last.  And let you watch."



   "Fuck you," said Big Man.



   "Me?  No, you fucked him," he said, pointing down to Logan.  "And now
I'll fuck him, and then I'll fuck you."



   Dan pulled out his schlong and knelt at the teen's puckered hole.  The
baby was on the way down, its passage lubricated by cum.  When Dan stuck
his ten inches in he found he could only fit eight in before the fetus'
soft, hairy head impeded him.  But the fetus wasn't his and he didn't care,
and Logan was a whore.



   He grabbed Logan's half-empty belly and squeezed it hard, starting
another contraction, as he plunged his swollen hole and cum-stained
innards. The baby's head took the brunt of it, every thrust pushing it
further in as the contractions pushed it further out.  Logan howled in an
unearthly, sickening fashion as Logan laughed and Big Man watched.



   Inside the womb, the fetus' legs poked out around the navel, jostling
with Dan's thrusts against the head.  Dan balled one of his fists and used
Logan's belly as a punching bag.  Blood began to squirt out of his birthing
hole, leaking out around Dan's dick.



   "No one fucks with me!" he screamed as all the men watched.



   One guy came over and cummed on Logan's face.



   "That's right!" Dan said, laughing.  "Cum on him like the slut he is!"



   Hours in the same position on the asphalt had left Logan's back a bloody
raw mess.  His throat was dry and incapable of further screaming.  The
contractions were nearly continuous now and finally Dan pulled out and
stood up.  Almost instantly the baby's head appeared, covered in other
men's white gunk.  Men started lining up to cum on Logan's big belly and
face.



   Dan ordered his men to bend Big Man over one of the hoods of a car and
they pressed his face against the metal.  As Logan's baby oozed its head
out, Dan stuck every inch of himself into Big Man.  "I'm gonna fucking
impregnate your ass," he said.  "You think you're a big man now, wait till
my fucking kid is fucking squirming in your baby bag.  You'll be the one on
the asphalt next, and all these boys who you thought were your friends will
be paying me extra to squirt on your baby's head like they're doing now to
your kid."



   Dan fucked him hard and good until he burst his load into Big Man's
man-womb.  The guys turned him over and Dan patted Big Man's abs.  "Stay
healthy, baby," he said and turned around to find Logan's baby halfway out.



   Cum dripped down the teen's belly and cock, dribbling over his stretched
ass.  Soon the baby was lying on the asphalt as all the men continued their
debauchery, spraying Logan's deflated belly again and again.



   Dan, fueled by his rage and dominance, picked up the baby who was still
alive.



   And pushed it head first back into Logan's stretched, bleeding hole. 
The men cheered as the head disappeared back in, and the shoulders too. 
And when the legs were in Dan took the umbilical chord and stuffed it back
in his womb with his fist.  Logan's stomach swelled up again, nice and
tight and full, and the contractions never started back up.



   In a loud and booming voice, and a pocket full of money, he yelled:
"Fuck him good boys.  This one's on me!"



   The cul de sac descended into madness as Logan, tired and pained, rubbed
his big gooey pregnant belly as the baby kicked inside once more.

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