Page 5 of Claimed and Shamed

“Yeah, last night actually. They keep bringing up Herman Mars’ daughter, Tricia, and basically begging me to marry her.” I roll my eyes at the thought of being forced to be her husband.

“You know I support you and whatever you decide, but maybe settling down would be good for you. You can’t just bang random chicks for your entire life, you know? Don’t you want a relationship of substance? You’ve been partying every weekend for a whole year now. Aren’t you ready to stop?” Sawyer is actually serious about this!

“Fuck no, man! Even if I was ready to settle down, it wouldn’t be with Tricia Mars. She’s an addict and already has a boyfriend. What am I supposed to do, fight for her honor? My parents have controlled me all my life. Even when that shit happened with the abortion. Why the fuck would I let them control my marriage too?” I’m starting to get heated and I feel my skin getting hot. Whenever I have to talk about my parents, I seem to get angry without meaning to. I’m also kind of pissed off that Sawyer is on their side.

“They’re not trying to control you, man. They’re just being supportive. They didn’t want an unexpected pregnancy to ruin your college years. Shouldn’t you be thanking them for helping you fix the consequences of a stupid drunken night?”

I can’t believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. I want to curse him out. This is why I’d rather talk to Stevie about my parents. She thinks they’re psycho and listens to me when I talk about how they make me feel. I wish Sawyer would do the same.

I’m kind of jealous, honestly, but I’ll never admit it to him. Sawyer wants to go into politics, because he doesn’t believe politicians do enough with the power they have and just keep it all for themselves. Sawyer is always trying to convince me to follow in my parents’ footsteps with him, because he thinks that we could do a lot, together, to change the world. I want nothing to do with my parents’ legacy. He can have it. They may think I’m a fuck up, but I’m carving my own path.

“I’m done talking about this.”

“Aw come on man, don’t be like that. I was just saying—”

“I have a match; I’ll see you later.” I walk away, leaving Sawyer looking a little sad. He hates it when we fight, but we’re always going to butt heads when it comes to my parents. I just don’t know when he’s ever going to give up on the subject.

I take out my phone and text Stephanie.

I have a match at 8pm. Come watch me get all my anger out and then we’re fucking.

***

“The challenger! Specializing in boxing, kickboxing, and wrestling…weighing at 225 pounds, heavyweight Hudson Foley!”

I hear my name being called by the announcer, and I walk out of the waiting area onto the match floor and towards the ring. I scan the audience and see Stevie in the stands. She smiles down at me. I smirk and give her a wink to acknowledge that I see her.

I get to the ring, and I can see my opponent there. He is another heavyweight, but I’m not worried. I did my research on him and I know how to beat him. He specializes in an Asian-fusion fighting style, a mix of Jiu-Jitsu, Judo, Karate, Taekwondo, and Kung Fu. This can make his moves a little hard to predict, because he can come out with any fighting style and then change it up at a moment's notice. Luckily, I have three different fighting styles to choose from as well and can do the same, if one wasn’t working. Little does he know that, even though they aren’t my fighting styles, I have studied every Asian form of MMA fighting. I can see the set-up of pretty much any move and that’s what makes me such a great fighter. I hardly ever lose.

“1, 2. And 3, FIGHT!” The announcer quickly exits the ring. We start circling each other and he looks focused, checking for an opening from me as I do the same. Suddenly, he lunges at me and I recognize the stance for a Rear-Naked Choke. He’s trying to get me onto my back so he can wrap his legs around me. I decide to hit him with some Thai Clinches, every time he makes passes to climb onto my back, hitting him with my forearm. I finally catch an opening and grab his head. I repeatedly jamming my forearm against his cheek, hoping to knock him unconscious, but he seems to have a strong jaw and isn’t budging. He is definitely strong; I’ll give him that.

I feel a rush of adrenaline fill me. This is why I love MMA. Apart from when I am fucking Stevie, it’s the only time I truly feel exhilarated. I decide to do a takedown and tackle him to the floor, keeping up on the Thai Cliches. He tries to get his feet around me and fails, just as the side of my palm connects with his jaw. I know that he’s done for. A hit like this and I would KO too. I climb on top of him and he is motionless for the ten second count that the announcer starts.

“And the winner is, Hudson Foley!” The announcer is back in the ring, holding up my arm in victory, but my eyes are on Stevie. She is on her feet, clapping and cheering. We lock eyes and I know that she knows what I want. I pray my hard on is not visible through my blue shorts. I nod towards the entrance to the locker rooms and her eyes follow mine. She moves her head up and down to indicate that she understands, and I smirk.

The medics check on my opponent and he is back on his feet. He shakes his head in disappointment, but he meets my eye. I thought he might nod in respect but he doesn’t. Instead, he just walks over to his separate locker room.

The stands are clearing quickly and, when I look for Stevie, I can’t find her. I know exactly where she is, though. I try not to sprint to my own locker room, so as not to attract attention to myself.

When I open the doors, she’s standing there waiting for me. Her hair is in a ponytail and she’s still wearing her spandex volleyball shorts that make her ass look amazing, which means she went right to the match after practice. She looks perfect.

“Get on your knees, princess.” I lock the door behind me and beeline straight to her, immediately pulling down my shorts to reveal my rock hard cock. Her eyes widen and a gasp escapes her lips. I use this perfect opportunity to just slide right into her mouth, straight to the back of her throat. She starts gagging and choking, as I grab her ponytail and start to move her head back and forth. She grabs my legs tightly, bobbing her own head.

“Yeah, you love my cock down your throat, don’t you? I knew this is what you wanted the second I locked eyes with you.”

Incoherent garbled sounds are the only response I get, but I feel her tongue swirl around my dick as she sucks harder.

“Fuck, you really want this cum,” I feel my balls tightening as I touch the back of her throat with the tip of my dick. Facefucking her is unlike any other thing. She could just sit there and take it, but she always goes the extra mile to drag the cum out of me like a good little slut.

“You want it in your mouth or on your face?” I feel my cock about to rupture and she looks up at me with those beautiful icy blue eyes and I lose it completely. I rip her head off my dick and nut all over her face, my cum squirting on her cheeks and lips.

“There’s my good girl. So pretty with all that cum all over your face. Now beg for it. I know you want it in your cunt.”

“I do…”

I yank her up by her neck to my eye level.

“I think you can do better than that,” I tighten my grip on her neck and use my other hand to reach into her spandex shorts. She isn’t wearing any underwear. That’s it my little slut. I feel her pussy is slick with need, so I know she’s enjoying this.