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Escort Me?
3 reviewsRYDON -- ((And mpreg much later)) -- Ryan is forced to get married to some snobby bitch, and tries to find someone to lose his virginity to, namely a prostitute.
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A/N: If you don't know what mpreg is, it's male pregnancy. In this world, there is nothing wrong with male pregnancy. In fact, it's just as normal as female pregnancy. If that bothers you, you can just end the story before the pregnancy. I'll let you know when it's coming up. But it won't be for a while.
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Prologue
”Ryan, I’d like you to meet Carmen. She’s had the biggest crush on you since you two were younger. And you know… You’ve been single for… a long time. So I think it’s time you settle down. And Carmen’s the best person for it,” I watched as my father’s mouth spread out into a smile.
A smile I’d later learn to despise. I stared at him for a long time while Carmen stood there awkwardly, a sheepish smile on her lips. After some time, I took a deep breath, “So you’ve arranged a marriage and didn’t tell me?”
“I’m telling you now.”
“How… Why?” I asked in exasperation. I couldn’t believe this. I hated Carmen. She was always the snobby bitch that thought she was entitled to everything. She was that snobby rich girl who literally had everything handed to her on a silver platter. And now she was getting me, handed to her on a silver platter.
My father smiled and pushed Carmen toward me before he walked out of the room. Her sheepish smile turned into a smirk. She batted her eyelashes, “I just can’t wait to take your virginity, Ryan. On our wedding night,” she moved closer to me, sliding her hand down my chest, hooking her index finger in the waistband of my jeans, pulling me closer. She grinned, “You’ll be all mine.”
A chill ran down my spine and not in a good, pleasurable way either. It was in an extremely bad way. I didn’t want to have sex with her, especially not my first time. I pushed her away from me in disgust, “No, I won’t be. I will never be yours. I’d rather die before I lose my virginity to you.”
She frowned, “That can be arranged,” she turned and walked off. So she was going to murder me? Cool, whatever. I really would rather be dead than have sex with her. I then took the opportunity to walk out and head to… somewhere. I had to lose my virginity to someone before I got married.
I refused to have sex with her. One, I was gay. Two, I despised her. She might not want to marry me if I wasn’t a virgin anymore! Yeah, that was my logic. I walked up and down the one street I could find a male prostitute, but I wasn’t having much luck. After half an hour, I plopped myself down on a bench with a sigh. This sucked. I was going to get married and forced to have sex with this snobby bitch.
And then someone sat down next to me, “Hey. You seem lonely… and depressed. What’s up?”
I looked over at him and I blinked a few times. Well, fuck.
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A/N: I'm not expecting anyone to read this story, honestly. I just got the idea and decided to write it. So I'll update when I feel like it. No three reviews required, though I would love them. :)
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Prologue
”Ryan, I’d like you to meet Carmen. She’s had the biggest crush on you since you two were younger. And you know… You’ve been single for… a long time. So I think it’s time you settle down. And Carmen’s the best person for it,” I watched as my father’s mouth spread out into a smile.
A smile I’d later learn to despise. I stared at him for a long time while Carmen stood there awkwardly, a sheepish smile on her lips. After some time, I took a deep breath, “So you’ve arranged a marriage and didn’t tell me?”
“I’m telling you now.”
“How… Why?” I asked in exasperation. I couldn’t believe this. I hated Carmen. She was always the snobby bitch that thought she was entitled to everything. She was that snobby rich girl who literally had everything handed to her on a silver platter. And now she was getting me, handed to her on a silver platter.
My father smiled and pushed Carmen toward me before he walked out of the room. Her sheepish smile turned into a smirk. She batted her eyelashes, “I just can’t wait to take your virginity, Ryan. On our wedding night,” she moved closer to me, sliding her hand down my chest, hooking her index finger in the waistband of my jeans, pulling me closer. She grinned, “You’ll be all mine.”
A chill ran down my spine and not in a good, pleasurable way either. It was in an extremely bad way. I didn’t want to have sex with her, especially not my first time. I pushed her away from me in disgust, “No, I won’t be. I will never be yours. I’d rather die before I lose my virginity to you.”
She frowned, “That can be arranged,” she turned and walked off. So she was going to murder me? Cool, whatever. I really would rather be dead than have sex with her. I then took the opportunity to walk out and head to… somewhere. I had to lose my virginity to someone before I got married.
I refused to have sex with her. One, I was gay. Two, I despised her. She might not want to marry me if I wasn’t a virgin anymore! Yeah, that was my logic. I walked up and down the one street I could find a male prostitute, but I wasn’t having much luck. After half an hour, I plopped myself down on a bench with a sigh. This sucked. I was going to get married and forced to have sex with this snobby bitch.
And then someone sat down next to me, “Hey. You seem lonely… and depressed. What’s up?”
I looked over at him and I blinked a few times. Well, fuck.
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A/N: I'm not expecting anyone to read this story, honestly. I just got the idea and decided to write it. So I'll update when I feel like it. No three reviews required, though I would love them. :)
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