The MPREG Anthology V

Ringo sighed as he sat back on the bed, rubbing his swollen belly anxiously. He stole a look at the clasp around his ankle and the chain attaching it to the bed with a deadbolt and sighed again.

He cursed the day he met Zeke that fateful drunken night. Ringo was turning his usual tricks at his workplace at the Regent Gigolo Bar when he was sought after by a seemingly rich and generous client. Zeke looked decent enough, with his wealthily dressed attire and posh features, and while servicing him, he had been nothing but generous and eloquent to him. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s doing this for money to get by food and rent, Ringo wouldn’t mind having this Zeke fellow for a lover.

They hit off pretty well, and the bar policy dictates that if the client likes you enough to request the night from you, you are obliged to follow them. Zeke, as Ringo hoped, took a liking to him and requested him for the night. Ringo, in his slightly drunken state, tried not to be too eager to agree, but he was glad he chose him.

They checked into a relatively high-classed motel and almost immediately, they were at it like sex-crazed maniacs who hadn’t had a fuck in years. Clothes were torn, hair was ruffled, kisses were slobbered messily and sheets were strew everywhere, but they didn’t care. All they cared was the passionate fire that was burning within them from the instant chemistry they felt for each other and all they wanted to do was ravage and be ravaged over and over again until they forget their existence and the world around them.

When Ringo came to, he found himself in a modest-looking room that was built for a bachelor pod, equipped with a built-in bathroom, a study table, a couple of bookshelves with enough reading to last you for months and he himself was lying on a King-sized four-post bed. And the thing that stood out the most was the fact that he was chained in a deadbolt to the bed with only enough length to walk around the room and to the bathroom.

After a bout of freaking out, Ringo finally found out who Zeke truly was: a shape-shifting alien from another galaxy who came to Earth for refuge after his planet was destroyed by a rival invasion and he plans to conquer both planets of Earth and Neo-Earth as his new home, starting with taking Ringo as his first of many breeders while he tries to contact any other survivors from his planet to come as reinforcement.

Granted that the people of Neo-Earth were more or less an alien race amongst Earthians, but to think there are other alien races existing in other galaxies, Ringo almost couldn’t believe it until Zeke shape-shifted into his true form, which was a bug-like humanoid creature which stood about 10 feet tall. If Ringo didn’t have a strong disposition, he would’ve shit himself and fainted on the spot.

Since then, Ringo had become Zeke’s prisoner. He was provided food and shelter, and bathroom privileges were no problem, but he was not allowed to go outside unless Zeke allowed him to, and even then, he was chained to Zeke and only allowed out in the dead of night where no one could see him. Every night for almost 2 months, Zeke would come and have sex with him, taking him again and again in order to increase the chances of conception. Ringo wondered where the other breeders were, since Zeke mentioned that he would be the first of many of Zeke’s baby machines, and wondered as well whether they were in the same predicament as he was and imprisoned in other rooms just like him, but Zeke made no indication of letting him know or see them.

Oddly enough, despite being taken against his will, not once had Zeke ever been rough with him during sex. It was almost like that first night they were together after the bar, their chemistry mingling together as one until they didn’t know which was up or down, only there and then.

On the last day of the 2^nd month, Zeke decided to maximize conception by mating with him in his original form. 2 months of sexual play, with toys in between, was for Ringo to get used to his true size, and when Zeke entered him, though it stung a little and stretched him almost to his limit, Ringo had never felt so full in his life, the massive size that thrust in and out of him hit him so deep and so hard that all he could feel was pure pleasure and ecstasy. In fact, he could almost just die from it and he probably wouldn’t mind.

That didn’t mean Ringo stopped hating him for keeping him prisoner though.

When Ringo was finally pregnant, he wasted no time blaming it on Zeke, refusing to admit he enjoyed the conception process and milked Zeke’s wealth for all its worth (though he would rather not know how Zeke acquired that wealth) just to get back at him. Zeke by no means indulged him, taking in all the verbal abuse Ringo gave him with a humorous smile, and none of it did anything to wear off his patience or persuade him to let him go. He knew Ringo was all bark and no bite, and even if he did let him go, he knew he had nowhere to go and no one to turn to, and no one would believe his story anyway. He would occasionally threaten Ringo with the dangers of being arrested and experimented on if the origins of the babies he carried were to be found, but usually a kiss and a nice romp was easy enough to shut the ranting boy up.

Ringo got up and looked out the window. Zeke had to go up the summit today where he hid his spaceship to try and make contact again with any survivors from his planet, though he did not say for how long. He looked at the time and decided he should finish the latest novel he picked from the shelf until Zeke returned. He couldn’t really remember the last time he went out or hung out with friends, and wondered if anyone had missed him. Sure, he was an orphan since he was 3 years old and all he had was the world, but he was doing fine before he met Zeke. Given that he didn’t have to struggle to survive like he used to, but being a baby machine for an alien bug in exchange for a life of luxury was not what he had in mind, nor an equivalent exchange.

Ringo realized that for a captor and an alien race bent on world domination, Zeke didn’t seem to play his role really well. In fact, most of the time he just behaved like a mate, a husband tending to a grouchy pregnant wife. He hadn’t been violent or harsh or evil, and he never laid a hard hand on him, but he couldn’t let himself believe so easily that Zeke might be a nice guy. He probably did this to all his other breeders (he had tried listening through the walls to find out if they were his neighbours in vain), softening them up and letting their guard down so that they would agree to continue being his breeders and maybe even fall for him so they would do his every bidding.

There was no way he was going to admit that he felt something for Zeke other than hate, nor would he admit that he was a tad jealous that he wasn’t the only one that warms Zeke’s bed, though he wasn’t sure if he still hated him anymore.

It was almost evening when Ringo reached the final few chapters of his book. Zeke has to return, and Ringo had felt a little uneasy as of late. He had been feeling some sort of sensation within, he didn’t know what, only that it felt something like pain, but not severe. Another sensation told him to look down between his legs and he saw that he was wetting himself. He wasn’t wearing underwear ever since he was held prisoner there due to the obstacle on his ankle, so it made it look even more awkward. Then he noticed that he wasn’t peeing; it was some sort of fluorescent fluid leaking nonstop from his opening, almost like he had just drunk a gallon of water or something.

Ringo’s face paled at the realization that he could be in labour right now. His first thought as to call Zeke, but then he remembered that there is no reception where Zeke was and Zeke never brought his phone along when he goes to the summit anyways. He was alone for this, and there’s nothing he could do about it right now.

Ringo whimpered as the sensation started to get even more painful. Could it be the fabled contraction? He couldn’t really tell. He was carrying an alien bug’s baby after all; the gestation process may differ. Instincts told him to gather as much towels as he could and lay them on the bed like a nest. He had to stop for breaths in between as the pain came and went, getting longer and more frequent by the minute. By the time he had everything ready and he was in bed, his body was already trembling and sweaty from the increasing contractions.

Ringo groaned as another contraction hit him, forcing out the last remaining fluorescent fluids out of his womb and something else that seemed to crown a bit out of his opening. Following his instincts, he got on his knees and hugged one of the posts of the bed and pushed down. Little by little, at each push, the lump between his legs grew bigger and bigger, inching out more and more until it fell out with a silent thump onto the nest of towels under his knees.

Panting, he looked down to see that it was a fluorescent egg the size of a baseball, only slightly bigger, and it glowed greenish-yellow dimly in the dark, pulsating like a heartbeat. Ringo realized that he hadn’t turned on the lights since his ordeal started, but now was not the time as he could feel another urge to push, feeling another egg slowly crowning.

Hours passed and Ringo was really getting tired from the contractions and the pushing. His T-shirt dress was long gone from his body as he had soaked it through and through with his sweat. He looked down between his legs again and saw that he had given birth to 10 eggs so far and yet there was still no sign of stopping. Despite the incoming pain and urge to push, he gave in to fatigue and laid next to the eggs, panting and ready to give up. He almost wished he would just die and put his end to his misery.

“Please…Please, no more…God, no more…Make it stop…”

“Ringo? Ringo, I’m home.”

“Z…Zeke…? Zeke…Help me…”

“Ringo?!” Zeke’s sharp alien hearing picked up the distress in his voice as he barged into his room, flicking on the lights as he did. “Ringo, are you…Oh great gods, you’re in labour?!”

Ringo wanted to snap at him, but only managed a pitiful whimper.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I should’ve brought my phone along! Oh gods, Ringo, I’m so sorry!”

“Make it stop…Please, please…please make it stop…I can’t do it anymore…!!”

Zeke counted the eggs and shook his head apologetically, “I’m sorry, Ringo, I can’t. You still have at least 10 more eggs to go.”

“No…!! No, no, no, no, no…!! No, please, no, I can’t do it…!! I’m gonna die…!! I can’t do it anymore, please…!!”

“Shh…Shh, shh, shh…It’s OK, Ringo, you’re not going to die. I’m here. I’m here now. I’ll help you get through this.”

So saying, Zeke got onto the bed and propped Ringo onto his lap, spreading his legs and lifting them up by his thighs.

“Come on, Ringo, you can do it. I’m right here. Push.”

Ringo shook his head, whimpering, fresh tears poured out of his eyes that he thought wasn’t possible.

“It’s OK, Ringo. I’m right here with you. Everything is going to be fine. You can do it.”

“I can’t…I’m too tired…”

“Alright, here, lemme help you a little.”

Ringo gasped as Zeke’s idea of ‘help’ was to reach down and massage gently at his clit, while his other hand still kept that leg raised. Ringo bit his lip to keep himself from moaning from the sudden pleasure of the massaging and the incoming pain of the contraction.

“Z…Zeke~! I…I’m not in a mood for sex right now~!” Ringo whimpered in an almost aroused tone, twitching as Zeke pressed and rubbed harder against the nub.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Zeke grinned. “This is how we help our mates to give birth, by sexually stimulating them to help them forget the pain.”

“F…Fuck…Dammit, why did you…have to…aah…be gone 5 hours ago…?? Aahnn…!! And…who…who you’re calling…mate…Nnnhh…!!”

“Has it been that long since it started?” Zeke sounded surprised, then kissed Ringo’s cheek apologetically. “I’m really sorry, Ringo. I’m really, really sorry. I’m home now, and I’ll be there all the way. Just feel and push when the urge comes. You’re my mate, Ringo, you know that. I love you, Ringo, I love you…”

Hearing those words he had never hear Zeke utter before since the day he was imprisoned, Ringo suddenly started to feel even more of Zeke’s rubbing. In fact, he felt it so much, the contractions no longer bothered him. To him, it felt more like pressure than pain, and whenever he tensed a little from a contraction, Zeke would read his body language and rubbed him accordingly, making him feel even better. Pushing was no longer a chore as every time he did, it sort of intensified the pleasure of Zeke’s fingers rubbing and massaging his clit, even more so when the egg pressed and rubbed against him from within before it was expelled from his womb to join the cluster in the makeshift nest.

“You’re doing really well, Ringo,” Zeke said encouragingly and almost excitedly. “You’re almost there. 3 more to go.”

Three? Has it been that quick? Ringo thought, surprised at the progress he was making since he was pretty much a ball of lust right now, and he has yet to even orgasm despite all that rubbing. Another contraction came and Zeke rubbed him in cue, causing him to moan out loud before he could stop himself as the impending orgasm began to build impossibly slow and more. Zeke had long since released his other hand from Ringo’s leg and moved to rub his nipples in order to help him feel more.

“Nnhh…No…Not my nipples…ahhnn…!!” Ringo protested, a streak of drool rolled down the corner of his lips as he could feel the next egg coming.

“Just feel, Ringo, and enjoy the pleasure while you push.”

As the egg started to crown more, it pressed and rubbed his insides to the point where Ringo didn’t think he could hold back his suppressed moans anymore. Letting loose his voice to almost screams, he vocalized his pleasure as his orgasm was coming closer and closer and yet infuriatingly nowhere near explosion, as if his body was purposely denying him the sweet release of his climax.

“Ooh, fuck, ooh, fuck, let me come…!! Why can’t I come…?!”

“The contractions are distracting your body, Ringo. Here, lemme speed things up.”

So saying, Zeke leaned in to suckle Ringo’s free nipple while his hands continued to busy themselves rubbing Ringo’s other nipple and his love button into a frenzy, and that was the stimulation he needed to snap.

“Oh god, yes, yes, YES!! I’M GONNA COME!! I’M GONNA—!!”

Ringo’s screams caught in his throat as his body began to go rigid before it went into spasms as he finally reached his climax, causing the egg to pop out almost immediately, another small gush of that fluorescent fluid he thought was no more came out along with it.

“Two more to go.”

Ringo whined as Zeke kept on fondling, the aftershocks of his orgasm yet to subside as another one started rolling in. The buildup was quicker than he expected and before he knew it, he was panting erratically before his body was overtaken by a second climax, forcing the second last egg to pop out without much effort.

“One last one, Ringo. You’re doing great.”

Ringo wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but the last egg seem to feel slightly larger than its siblings, and the pressure was pleasurably unbearable, rubbing and pressing within him almost like he was being fucked, and with Zeke continuing to play with his hard-as-hell nub, it was blissful torture. If he hadn’t felt like dying before, he certainly felt like he could die now from all this pleasure and he would regret nothing.

All of a sudden, nothing hurt anymore. He could barely even feel the pressure of the contraction, only wave after wave of orgasmic buildup. His hips arched up to meet Zeke’s fondling and outward to feel more of the amazing pressure of the egg inside him. This egg seemed to be taking its time coming out, but Ringo didn’t care as h was feeling too good to want it to end.

“Almost there, Ringo. Just one last push.”

Ringo shook his head, part of him almost didn’t want this pleasure to stop but his body was building up to its limit. When he felt Zeke’s teeth gently nibbling at his impossibly erected nipple, he was done for as he threw his head back, screaming out his third and final orgasm, going rigid again before spasms took over and helped his body to birth the rest of the egg, joining it with its cluster of siblings.

“It’s over now,” Zeke said as he kissed Ringo deeply. “You did great. We have 20 eggs, thanks to you.”

“Nnhh…W-Why is the last one…bigger than the rest…?” Ringo panted weakly as Zeke lay him down on the bed and helped him clean up by licking up all the fluid and blood that covered his opening and his thighs, apparently a custom of this alien bug for their mates.

“That’s because that will be our real child,” Zeke replied as he helped give Ringo a spit bath and dressed him in a fresh clean T-shirt dress. “The rest are just drone soldiers you gave birth to, and they will join the rest of the drones in the brood’s collective military troops. Of course, you get to raise them until they’re matured and ready to join the troops, but you only get to keep the last one.”

“Oh…but…aren’t they still your babies…?”

“OUR babies, and yes, they’re still our flesh and blood, but they don’t get to belong to us. Rest now, lemme clean the eggs up.”

Ringo watched as Zeke gathered all the eggs in the nest of towels to be brought to the bathroom to be cleaned. As he watched from his spot at Zeke filling the tub and depositing the eggs into it one by one, a realization hit him.

“W…What about the…the others…?”

“Huh?” Zeke looked up at him, genuinely clueless.

“The others…Your other breeders…” Ringo said almost sadly. “Am I not…the first of your breeder harem…? Shouldn’t you tend to them? They might be in labour like me too right now…”

“Are you more concerned about them than yourself?” Zeke asked with a small smile. “You don’t mind me doing the same things I did to you for them?”

“I…I’m not jealous or anything, i-i-if that’s what you mean!” Ringo looked away, trying to hide the budding tears in his eyes that threatened to flow. So what if he wasn’t Zeke’s only one? It’s not that he loved him…did he?

Zeke let a small chuckle and sat next to Ringo, letting the egg soak in the warm tub for a moment.

“Don’t worry, Ringo. You’re the only one for me. I don’t have a harem, really.”

“Liar! You said…”

“I lied, I’ll admit that,” Zeke replied. “I lied to you about that to keep you from finding out what I truly felt for you.”

“W…What…?”

“It’s true, my intentions have always been to conquer Earth and Neo-Earth, and in the beginning, I WAS going to get me a harem of breeders, but the longer I am with you, the lesser my need for a harem grew. In fact, my intentions to conquer both planets have been waning as of late.”

“Then…your summit visits…?”

“I’ve recently got in contact with one of my fellow survivors, who is also my old friend. He told me that he and the rest of the survivors have taken refuge of an uninhabited planet near a dwarf galaxy. Its conditions are almost similar to your planets, with a bit of climate difference. So I was thinking…if I release you now…will you be my mate and come live with me at our new home?”

Ringo was almost speechless. No harem? No more conquering? No more invasion? No more being a prisoner? And did he just proposed to him?

“Of course, if you don’t want to, it’s fine. I know you’ve never loved me. How could you after all that I’ve done to you? I’ll keep my promise not to conquer your world, but I will release you and take the eggs with me, and you’ll go back to your old life and never, ever see me again.”

Never see him again? Never again banter and quarrel with him? Never again see the smile on his face every time he shot insults at him? Never again feel his lips as he kissed him to calm him down or pacify his anger? Never again feel the warmth of his touch, his gentle voice against his ear, his overwhelming love as he filled him with passionate pleasure over and over again? Never…

“It’s your choice. I will not force you.”

Zeke took out the key that kept Ringo away from the freedom he craved all these long months and undid the clasp around his ankle. Seeing the bruise from long months of captivity as he felt the clasp come free, a sense of emptiness engulfed Ringo and before he could stop himself, his tears ran freely down his cheeks.

“Ringo, are you OK? Please don’t cry, Ringo. You should be happy. You’re free now.”

“Free…?” Ringo croaked. “Free from what? Free from your love and kindness? Free from the joy of parenthood? Free from my babies? Free from you?”

“Ringo…?”

“I’ll never be free. Not after what you’ve done to me, what you’ve done FOR me. Not after you made me go through all this just to leave me alone again in this world. I have no one out there! No one but you! And my babies…my babies that I’ve carried within me all these months…No! I don’t want to be free! I don’t want to be with men who will never love me back, and I don’t want to go home to an empty house every night after my pitiful day at work! I don’t want to be alone ever again! Please don’t take my babies away! Please don’t let me go!!”

Zeke hushed him as he held him close, kissing and licking his tears away. Ringo sobbed as he clung onto Zeke tight, wrapping his arms around him, afraid that if he let him go, everything would disappear like it never happened.

“Are you sure? Once you are my mate, you know I will never let you go ever again. You’ll be my ‘prisoner’ for life.”

Ringo nodded. Zeke was all he needed, and if he had to be his prisoner forever, so be it.