"What the fuck did you just fucking say about my money, you little serf? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Mormon Church, and I’ve been involved in numerous missionary trips to France, and I have over 300 confirmed conversions. I am trained in gorilla brainwashing and I’m the top bullshitter in the entire US Mormon congregation. You are nothing to me but just another pleb. I will wipe you the fuck out with unlimited funds the likes of which has never been seen before in this country, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with calling me out on my lies over the Internet? Think again, peasant. As we speak I am contacting the NSA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the illegal raid, fucker. The raid that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your bank account. You’re fucking poor, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can outspend you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my walking-around money. Not only am I extensively trained in bankrupting companies, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and I will use it to its full extent to "suicide" your little miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy debt your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you could have held your fucking magic underwear. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn democrat. I will shit money all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, libtard."
>>426443934 It all began back in the summer of 2009...
Romney was sitting in the kitchen, reading the latest headlines of the day, when suddenly his phone rang. Picking up the phone, he had no idea who was calling.
"Hello, Mitt Romney speaking."
"Um, hello? This is the President speaking."
Romeny shook a little. It wasn't too long ago that Obama took office as the new President of the United States.
"President Obama! What an honor! Again, congratulations on winning the electron last year."
"Thanks Mitt, I appreciate it. Listen, I need your help..."
Romney shrugged. "Sure, what do you need?"
"Well, I'm gearing up to reform healthcare in this country, as I promised during the election. Now, I know that Massachusetts has a fine system in place that you oversaw during your governorship. I'm hoping to implement some of those ideas on the national level. If you could come here to the White house..."
Romney interrupted. "Now now, it isn't proper to invite someone over to your house on the first date, now is it?" He teased. A brief moment of silence descended upon the phone line.
Obama staggered. "...um, well if you would rather meet at a diner or something, that would work too."
Romeny gleefully answered, "Sure! I'll take the next plane to Washington right away! Hope to see you soon Mr. President."
"Excellent. I'll have security meet you at the airport. Thanks again. Bye."
A few minutes passed before Romney broke into a cold sweat. 'Did he just tease the president about dating? What was he thinking?' The thought quickly passed. 'Ah, I just forgot my coffee this morning.'
Romeny then made plans to arrive at Washington the next day...
As Romney stepped out of the terminal, he was greeted by two men from the secret service. This wasn't a surprsie, as he has his own security during the 2008 elections. What did surprise him, however, was the President himself arriving with his own detail of security.
"Govenor Mitt Romney! Good to see ya!" Obama smiled and extended his hand.
"Former governor, and it's good to see you too." Romney reached out and shook his hand. Obama had a surprisingly firm grip, which caught Romney slightly off guard. Romney could feel a blushing coming on, but took a deep breath to supress it. "I'm still feeling a little light-headed from the trip.
"No worries Mitt. Now, I found a nice little place for us to discuss health care reform over at Nora's."
"Nora's? Excellent. I've been there a few times. Pretty good place to eat. Excellent food."
"Well, I'll admit I've never eaten there myself..." Obama admitted.
"Really?! Well no problem, I'll help ya pick the best menu items."
The two hopped into a limousene and rode it over to the restraunt.
The two, after enjoying a nice big meal and enjoying the best wine the restraunt had to offer, sat around talked about ideas for health care reform. In between the serious matters, the two had time to talk about their own lives. Romeny was surpised how open Obama was about his own personal life, sharing details that he felt were 'less than presidential.'
"I looked him straight in the eye," Obama continued, "And said 'Nigga! I'm trying to finish this law review article and you're over there snorting cocain out of a used condom. How the hell do you expect me to focus!?!" This prompted the two to burst out laughing hystrically, enough to catch the attention a quarter of the restraunt, even prompting the secret service to nervously glance around.
Romeny, after finishing laughing, wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Now that is one awkward situation."
"It was, wasn't it?" Obama pondered. "Man, good times back at law school. Now, I have to thank you again for coming out here to help me out.
Romeny laughed. "It's no problem, Mr. President."
Obama corrected him. "Please Mitt, call me Obama."
"Don't you mean, Obama bin Laden?" Romney said with a straight face. A brief pause descended on the two before they burst out into more histerical laughter.
This time, it was Obama's turn to break the laughter. "You're a card, Mitt."
"Thanks Obama. I'm just glad I was able to help you move the country forward after what we had to deal with under Bush."
"I really appreciate it. Listen, if there is anything you need, let me know."
Romney dismissed his offer. "Thanks Obama, but I'm fine."
Obama then put his hands over Romneys. "No, really. This helps me more than you realize. Again, if there is anything you need..." Obama's voice trailed off. The two stared at each other for a good long minute before Romeny promptly withdrew his hands, a soft blush overtaking his face.
Romney muttered. "Wow, must have really hit the wine hard tonight. I should probably get to the hotel..."
Obama replied, with slight disappointment in his voice. "Right, its getting late, and I need to get to an evening security briefing." The two exited to the restraunted and headed to seperate vehicles.
Before Romney got in, he called out to Obama. "We should do this again soon, Barack."
Obama paused, staring at the curb before facing Romney with a huge grin on his face. "Yes, Mitt. We need to do this again." Obama then disappeared into his limo before Romney could climb into his taxi.
>>426446438 >"President Obama! What an honor! Again, congratulations on winning the electron last year." >winning the electron >electron Does Mitt believe in those?
Romeny, during the ride, couldn't help but shake his head. 'Mitt, what are you thinking? You can't go flirting with the leader of the other party...' His thoughts continued before he shook his head violents. 'You're also not GAY, Mitt. You have a wife and kids, you can't just...I wonder if it's really that bi-' Romney slapped himself before the thought finished, shaking his head more.
Suddenly, his cell phone went off. Romney checks his phone, realizing it was a voice message. He listens.
"Hey, Mitt! It's Barack here. I was pouring over some of these documents, and I had a few questions on...uh... how you were able , well, some of these were passed as, Constitutional and stuff. If you are going to be in Washington for the week, I hope to meet up with you again. Give me a call. Barack. Um...talk to ya soon."
Romney sighed and called up his wife. He was going to be in Washingotn longer than he expected...
>>426455674 I've been meaning to start writing one too, but more pr0nz-ish. but i lack names. Mind helping me out guys? just two conventional male and female first and last names
>>426456135 >Ohboyherewego >before we get into this, I don't know shit about politics of my own country, let alone the US. So if something I write seems retarded, that's prolly why.
Obama sat at his desk in the white house, thinking about the dinner he had with Romney last week. It had been on his mind a lot more than he felt it should have. He toyed around with the idea of calling Romney again, but he was denying to himself why. As if fate itself had planned it out, the phone on his desk rang.
"Hello Mr. President, I've got Mitt Romney on the line for you, should I connect you through?"
Obama hesitated..... If he said yes he knew it would be almost impossible to ignore the temptation of going to dinner with him again. Who am I kidding? He thought to himself. That dinner meant nothing! We were just two politicians discussing a very important subject together, there was nothing "romantic" going on there! The uttering of the word romantic startled Obama in his own mind, was he becoming gay for Mitt Romney? Someone who could prove to be very difficult in the future? Yet at that dinner they seem-
"Mr. President, should I connect you through or not?"
Ahh fuck it! Obama thought. Why should I, of all people, the president of the United States of America, land of the free. Ignore my secret desires?
"Yes, connect me with Mr. Romney please." "As you wish Mr. President"
"Obama, do I have you on the line?" -"Yes Mitt, you do."
Calling Mitt by his first name wasn't polite, and they both knew. That idea excited Obama. There was a short silence.
"I was wondering if we could get back into the healthcare discussion? I still want to tie up some loose ends on this" -"Mitt, why would you think that I have anything to confirm with you? I am the president after all, who do you think you are?"
Obama was really pusing the boundaries here. Sure they shared some laughs at dinner last week, but that was not in a political context.
"It's not only the discussion Mr. President, I quite enjoyed our dinner last week"
Again it was Mitt who made the first step. Obama didn't like this. If anything was gonna happen between them, he wanted to be the one taking the initiative.
"I guess we did have some fun" Obama said, "Why don't you come to the white house this time though? I know what I signed up for when I became president, but I still don't like all the media swarming around me every time I go out." -"Is tuesday okay?"
"No it is not, but wednesday you're welcome." Tuesday was actually more opportune than wednesday, but the more Mitt seemed to take control, the more Obama felt like taking the lead. He had become president not only for the good of the U.S.A. But also because he was a control freak, a restless mind that needed to rule over everyone, and he would not let some republican party have anything to say over him.
The morning of wednesday Obama could barely stand on his feet. He knew that his plan was wrong, that if he would be find out they might fire him as president, that it would perhaps be the biggest scandal to have ever been recorded. Yet it was also the nervosity that pulled him through. The nervosity that challenged him to grow beyond it. And in a weird way, the day seemed to last both a millisecond and an eternity. When the evening came Obama was sweating so much he had to change his suit. Just in the middle of changing his phone rang.
"Mr. President, Mr. Romney is here to see you. Should I send him to your chamber?"
Obama did his best to not make his voice tremble.
"Y-y-yes, send him in...."
Obama had just enough time to put his other suit on when he heard the knocking.
"Is that Mr. Romney? Let him in."
When Mitt entered the chamber he immediately showed a nervous grin.
"So I'm not Mitt now, am I?" -"I just thought that I should come off a little professional, even to my security team." "So you don't have to come off professional to me?" Mitt responded.
>>426461216 >Chapters? How is that gonna work? I just write whatever the fuck comes to mind, I don't have any chapter structure ready....
Obama could feel his face redden. Am I going to let him talk to me like that? He thought.
"Well I've also heard people talk more polite to their President, Mitt."
Obama put a challenging emphasation on the "Mitt" part. He was dominant over him and he was going to show it.
"Obama, why am I here?" -"You called, why áre you here?" "Well you seemed quite eager to invite me over yourself"
Shit shit shit! Have I been that obvious? Obama thought to himself.
"Eager? What do you mean eager? I haven't been more or less eager than I would have been for any political date"
Obama could punch himself in the face. Could he have been any more defensive with that statement? And the usage of the word date was also stupid.
"Okay Obama, I'm going to lay my cards on the table. I.... I like you. I know I shouldn't, I know it's wrong, I know of all the consequences this may bring. But eversince our dinner last week, heck even before that, I've had feelings for you. So we can keep beating around the bush like we have until now, or we could just be honest with our feelings."
Obama's heart jumped. So these feelings weren't just imagination, there had been a spark at that dinner indeed. But as soon as the feeling kicked in he realized: Once again Mitt had been the one to take the first step. Fury built up inside Obama, and he punched Mitt, right on the nose. Mitt fell down to the ground.
For a few seconds, Mitt sat there, baffled. But just as he was about to open his mouth Obama jumped him and kissed him full on the mouth.
Obama's heart seemed to explode with the passion, The heat, the excitement, the wrongness of it, the dominance he just established over Mitt. It was all so overwhelming.
The kiss seemed to last an eternity, the first few seconds were tense but Mitt soon settled down and laid on the ground getting into the moment. Obama kept their passionate kiss going, making sure to keep establishing dominance.
Then Obama decided that he had nothing to lose anymore. The passion took him over completely. He was going to fuck Mitt Romney, Mitt Romney of the republican party. No matter what his wife, his children the media, or anyone else would think of it, he didn't even care if Mitt himself wanted it.
"Obama, I've been wanti-" Mitt started, but he couldn't even finish because Obama punched him again. -"From now on you don't adress me as Obama, or Barrack, or anything but 'Mr. President' Is that clear?" "Yes Oba-" Obama raised his fist "-Eeehrr, Mr. President"
Adrenaline and excitement rushed through Obama's body, he had never, ever treated anyone like this before. None of his female sex partners would have allowed it. But Obama could see it in Mitt's eyes: he liked it. He wánted to be inferior to Obama."
Obama reached down the pants of Mitt's suit. Oh god, the suit.... The suit turned him on. He, President Obama was about to make love to Mitt Romney. Obama tried to pull the pants down off Mitt's body. This was harder said than done because he was still laying on the ground. "GET UP" President Obama yelled.
-"Yes Mr. President!" Mitt clumsily got up, nothing of him resembled the witty, back-talking politician he had been earlier. He was reduced to a fucking object in a suit. As soon as he stood, shaking on his feet in fright and excitement, Obama pulled his pants down roughly, not paying any mind to the expensive pants that Romney wore. This was it, Obama thought, nothing is going to stop me now. Obama thought. And he pulled down Mitt's white boxer briefs. This was what pleased Obama above all things that had happened so far: Mitt Romney's penis, in fully erect state, could not be any longer than 5" at most. "Not such a big mouth now that you're standing naked in my office, especially with that tiny dick of yours."
Mitt looked at him shamefully, but he didn't dare respond.
That shameful look did it to Obama. He couldn't wait any longer. He had never been hornier in his life, then he was now. He ripped down his pants and underwear, punched Mitt Romney again, and yelled: "TURN AROUND YOU REPUBLICAN BITCH!" Mitt turned around, and without being asked to, he collapsed onto his knees and leaned on his hands. Obama didn't hesitate, he put his dick against Mitt's asshole, and pushed it in.
"Republican bitches don't deserve gentle fucking" Obama said. He started pumping with all his might. Mitt yelled out in agony, but that just made it so much better. "Who's a republican bitch, heh? Who's a Republican Bitch?!" -" I..I...I AMMMM!!" Mitt responded, clearly in more pain than he had ever been in his life. On the contrary, Obama had never felt better in his life. The rush itself was almost enough to bring him to orgasm. Obama didn't prolong the sex any longer than it had to. This wasn't like sex with women, he was fucking Mitt Romney, and he didn't deserve a long fucking. "I'm gonna cum in your fucking arse!" Obama said. Mitt responded with a slight moan of despair, this was clearly not what he had wanted out of this date. Mitt's complaining noise was enough to bring Obama to climax. He shot his load in Mitt's asshole without any regrets. He could feel wave after wave shooting out of his penis into Mitt's butt.
When Obama's orgasm had finally died down he pulled himself out of Mitt and said: "You're going to come here, every month, of every year, from now on." Mitt only nodded in agreement. "Perhaps You'll be allowed to have an orgasm too... Next time." -"I... I h-hope so... Mr. President." "Mitt, please, call me Barrack." Obama gave Mitt a quick wink.
Mitt gave Obama a confused look. He pulled up his underwear and pants. His pants had been torn slightly. He didn't even dare to clean the cum out of his arse. "Now off with you" Obama said, "Move! I'm done with you"
Obama was highly satisfied with how the evening had turned out. His ego was safe for now, noone would oppose him for a while, but there was always the future, and there would be stronger men going against his will in the future. He could only hope that they'd all turn out to be as submissive as Romney had been. But he had set the boundaries in their 'relationship'. And that was enough for now.
>>426469686 Well that's going to have to be later... I'm dead tired right now. I might write a new chapter at some point... But I am of the belief that sequels can hardly ever be quite as good as the original was.
>>426469102 I think we should cut it off here before this page gets saturated with kids who don't know how to write trying to continue the story. Thank you to the two great men who contributed, but I'd really hate to see this thread go downhill (which I'm certain it will).
>>426472061 it's good right now. we don't need anything more just yet. if the story get's ruined in a few days, at least the memory of this thread will remain untarnished.
>>426473995 I seriously thought there were people that already write fics on here. I read alot of naruto fics (naruhina/shikatema fag here) and i was like "this is about the same quality as the ones just under great ones"
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>>426477356 >>426469102 THE NEXT DAY: (warning: I am not a good writer nor do I have a lot of time to burn)
Mittens couldn't stop thinking about what had happened the previous day. The way it felt, the way Obama (or Barrack) was so dominant... Mittens knew he had to go back for more. And he had an invitation to.
After some contemplation, he knew that this is what he wanted, and the empowering new feelings he had compelled him so strongly that he was willing to risk everything he had waited this long to build up. His family, his career, and his shot at the election. It was all worth it.
As he reached for the phone, he felt his heart flutter. "Am I sure I want to do this?" he mumbled to himself.
One quick reflection back to the previous day was all he needed to make up his mind.
"Hey... Ob- I mean Barrack..?" Romney stumbled through his words.
"No, this is his Aide. May I ask who is speaking?"
"Oh... this is Mitt Romney... may I speak to Obama please?"
"Actually, he was expecting a call from you all day. No idea why, but I'm sure the two of you know"
"Heh... well, yes we do..."
"Obama here. How have you been since... yesterday?"
I'm just saying. I have this shit copypasta'd already and I don't want to be out of a part 3. PEOPLE NEED TO READ THIS OVER AND OVER AND OVER HERE ON /b/ FOR THE NEXT FOUR DAYS OR SO
>>426478193 If you would've read, you would have seen that i already explained i went to my moms during this thread, and i am on her wifi. still OP though, and the glory of this thread goes to the two writers above.
Every minute, Romney spent staring at the ceiling. Minutes seemed like hours, and hours like days. every breath he took, he knew it was getting him that much closer to what was going to happen tonight.
Whiling away the time, Romney sat thinking about all of the things Obama would do to him, all of the ways he would-
There was a knock on his door. Startled, he blurted out "Who is it?"
"Hi Mitt! It's me, Ann!"
"Oh. Hey! Come on in!"
The door opened.
Ann said: "I know you have been busy lately, what with all the presidental race stuff, so how about we go out to lunch?"
"Well...(knowing where this might lead, Mitt wanted to spend as much of his time as possible with Barrack tonight). Actually, I can't tonight. I'm working on digging up our tax returns, you know, gotta appeal to the public"
"Come on... I am aware that running for president is a big deal, but you are runing yourself into the ground!"
>>426478393 >After some contemplation, he knew that this is what he wanted, and the empowering new feelings he had compelled him so strongly that he was willing to risk everything he had waited this long to build up.
Dat run on sentence, I'm not complaining I'm just sayin'.
>>426481863 Good god guys. Someone do this. If I take a bath and install debian and none of you do anything while I'm gone, I'll be sad. I might write another chapter later, but you guys gotta take over for now.
>>426481863 He had already allowed himself to be dominated by Obama, a black man and a Democrat. There was no way in hell he was going to allow this pup speak to him like that. "What the fuck did you just say to me boy?" He was out of his chair with his hand firmly under Ryan's chin. "M-Mitt. . . where is this coming from? I've never seen this side of you."
"Last time I checked you weren't the one who asked the questions, I only keep you around to do as your told. As a matter of fact. . .get on your knees!"
"Yes sir." Ryan didn't mind being the sub in the relationship, but the anger in Mitt's voice terrified him. Still, he wasn't going to pass up on an oppurtunity to taste Mitt's throbbing manhood in his mouth. He got down on his knees and began eagerly unzipping Mitt's pants.
"Use your mouth only, if you use your hands at all I will break your fucking fingers! Are we clear?"
"Yes sir." So, with a moutfull of the most expensive zipper in the world he set to work removing Mitt's cock from his pants. The excitement got to him though, absetmindedly he reached in and grabbed Mitt's dick.
>>426484105 "I-I I'm sorry!!!" The pin startled him. Before he knew it his hnd was wrenched back, his fingers burned and cracked. Almost simultaneously Mitt grabbed the back of Ryan's head with his free hand and forced his mouth down on his swollen genetalia.
"Maybe next time you will do as your told?"
"Mmmphhmmm Yephhhh Phirrr!"
"Yea, that's a good little bitch. Take it all the way down your throat" Mitt could feel himself ready to cum, the pressure was rising.
"I'm gonna cum" Mitt moaned
"Please, give it all to me sir!"
"Like you ever had a say in the matter" and at that moment he unleashed everything on Ryan's face and then wiping his dick off with his tie.
>>426485854 >>426484985 As Paul Hurried to clean himself up, Mitt turned to the thought of meeting Obama tonight.
He felt a strange urge to bring Paul with him, but was fearful of Obama's potential response. Mitt zipped his pants, straightened his tie, and turned to the almost-clean Paul Ryan.
"Do you still want to know where I am going tonight?" -"Well, yeah. I really enjoyed what just happened, and I think that there's something more going on."
Mitt stared at Paul for a long second before replying. "How would you like to come with me to the White House tonight?"
>>426487358 >alright, it look's like we're going with this one
Paul, in the midst of wiping Romney's large load from around his hair, froze. "What do you mean?" he said nervously.
"What do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" Mitt shouted, getting angry again. "You'll come with me to a dinner at Obama's, and maybe you'll get a special dessert."
Paul's ears perked up. He had strangely enjoyed his encounter with Mitt, and found himself aching for another. Perhaps this dinner was just what he needed to get out of the funk he was in.
"I'll come!" said Paul, too eagerly.
Mitt looked at Ryan and said, "Don't get too eager, you little slut. We're not there yet."
>>426489517 Just as Paul had composed himself, Ann burst into the room, exclaiming, "I heard shouting! Is everything all right?"
Paul looked away, trying to hide is all-too-obvious embarrassment. Mitt glared at this unwanted intrusion and stated, "Yes, dear, everything's fine. We were just celebrating a recent success in getting supporters down in Georgia. Go along now, honey, everything's fine."
Ann, with a look obvious malcontent, slowly walked out of the room and shut the door behind her.
The instant the door closed, Mitt reared on Paul, saying sternly but quietly, "Stop looking so goddamn ashamed! You know you fucking loved it! Act like it!"
Paul slowly nodded, a worried look on his face, but Mitt Romney didn't notice. He was to busy looking at the clock.
"Shit! I have to go. I'm late for a meeting. Don't forget, 6 o'clock, the White House."
As the stars lit the night sky, Mitt was practically skipping up the steps into the white house. He couldn't wait to see Obama. Thoughts flowed through his head wondering what they would do tonight. He knocked on the oval office door.
"Come in." Obama said in a monotone voice.
Romney stepped in. The office was surprisingly dim. Curiosity caught Romney, and he entered and walked to Obama's desk. Obama was in his chair facing the window away from Romney, so he couldn't see him.
"Sit down!" Obama commanded in a gruff voice. Romney was instantly turned on. He quickly sat down, and teased "Yes, master."
Obama's chair swiveled to face Romney. Obama had a stern look on his face, his eyes were slightly moist. Obama didn't look like he was too happy. A chill went up Romney's spine. This wasn't going to end well.
"Terrible. I'v recieved some terrible 'intel' from the war. Perhaps you would be interested." He tossed over a folder with a bunch of papers in it. Romney caught it. The folder had no label.
Inside it was a page summarizing the intel. He began reading it aloud. "This report summarizes the sexual relationship between the target and his partner, both of whom are targeting the white house. The subjects are both currently nominees of the Republican Party for the-" Romney's heart stopped. He looked up at Obama, his face contorted. It practically glowed red with jealously.
"That's right. Did you think I would't find out?" Obama growlded, pratically screaming.
Romney's sprits sunk like a rock. "Listen, Barack...I..." He began.
Obama interrupted. "Stop! You have no right to make up excuses. What the fuck is wrong with you? Am I not good enough?" Obama yelled in anger.
"Shut up! You treasonous little shit!" Obama raged. "I put my career on the line for you, and you go and cheat on me for some microdick of a white nigger."
"Barack, please, let me explain!" Romney pleaded. At this point Obama struck Romney accross the face, knocking him off the chair. Romney's nose begun bleeding.
Obama grabbed Romney and held him up by his collar. "You listen here! I'm the goddamn President of the United States! Nobody betrays me. NOBODY!" Obama screamed into Romney's ear. He punched Romney in the gut, causing him to collapse on the floor.
Romney coughed. "Obama! Stop! Please! I'm sorry! It won't happen again! I promise!"
"Liar! You just couldn't wait to do it again! Do you think I don't have eyes all over this fucking capitol!"
"Obama, we can discuss this. Don't do anything-" Romney was cut off as Obama kicked Romney. Romney laid on the floor, having difficulty keeping his orientation. He pucked a little on the seal printed on the ground. His vision was blurry, but he could hear a zipper coming undone, with the ripple of pants falling onto the ground.
Obama's voice was ranting now, his voice trembling. "I'm going to show you how we dealt with traitors back in law school." Obama had removed all his lower clothing.
Romney coughed up blood. "Obama, wait. Don't. I'm not..."
"Shut up!" Obama bellowed. "You are going to lay there take it you little bitch!"
Romney surrendered. "Okay, okay. Let me just remove my pants..."
"That won't be necessary." Obama grinned.
Romeny's face was filled with fear. He pleaded. "Wait! No! I don't want this!"
"Too late now, bitch. Now, on your knees."
"No! I can't!" Romney was pushed to tears now. "Please!"
Obama then drew a Colt .45, and pointed it direclty at Romney's forehead. "On. Your. Knees."
Romney, now on the verge of crying, complied. He got up, resting on his knees. His head dropped. Obama grabbed his hair, lifting up his head. "Open."
Romney was quivering, so much that he kept his mouth shut. Obama yelled again, this time raising his gun. "I said OPEN!" Romney began crying, his mouth opened as he let out a soft scream. Obama didn't hesitate as he thrust his penis into Romney's gaping mouth. Romney tears flowd from his eyes, which only made Obama abuse Romney more.
"Yes! Yes! Take it you little bitch!" Obama commanded. Suddenly there was a muffled scream. Obama looked up to see Paul Ryan standing at the doorway, eyes wide, his mouth agape, his body trembling at the sight he was seeing, the President raping his rival right in the oval office.
there are a few chronological inconsistencies between the first chapter and the rest. someone brought it up into 2012 by mentioning romney's tax scandal
Paul Ryan struggled to get the words out. "I...came......early."
"Where the fuck is my security!" Obama, now even more pissed off, pointed the gun at Ryan. "YOU! Get in here! You fucker!" Ryan agreed right away.
"Down." Obama ordered, pointing next to Romney. Ryan got on his knees next to Romney. "Now...how to deal with you...I know. You two fuckers like fucking behind my back...maybe you can do it in front of me for a change."
"W-what?" Ryan asked.
Obama smacked Ryan across the face with his dick. "You heard me! Fuck him. Fuck him and let me watch." Obama commanded. He then pointed the gun at Ryan's forehead. "...or I'm going to have to defend myself from two radical right-wing domestic terrorists..."
Ryan protested. "But..you can't do this! If you kill us, the American people will demand answers!"
Obama chuckled. "But I won't have to. Because you are going to do it. And you're going to enjoy it, aren't you?"
Ryan didn't want to admit it, but the idea of being forced to screw Romney was kinda a turn-on. Ryan removed his pants, and Romney did the same. Ryan hesitated, but the click of Obama's gun was motivation enough to ram it in. Ryan began moaning with pleasure. Romney, on the other hand, continued to cry, his body trembling. This only encouraged Ryan to get more physical, and he pulled Romney in close. Obama stood there, watching, strocking his dick with his pistol. His grin only got wider as Romney's crying became louder.
As Romney's sobs became louder, Obama continued to get harder with each movement. He began aggressively stroking his dick with the pistol. Soon, he was using two hands to stroke with the pistol. Ryan began to moan, pulling Romney closer to push deeper, almost scratching Romney's hips. At this point Romney was bawling, the floor was soaked with his tears.
Obama couldn't take it anymore. He aimed at the two half-naked men on his floor and blew his load over both of them, scattering seamen all across their bodies. Suddenly, Obama accidentally fires his pistol, a single bullet richochets into the window, piercing it and leaving a hole. Alarms go off.
"Damnit!" Obama swore. "You two, get your pants on and get out. Now. Or I'll blow your fucking heads off!" The two quickly slipped their pants on. Romney, weak from all the crying, leaned on Ryan as the two staggerd out of the office and out of the white house. Obama, meanwhile, slipped his pants off just in time for the secret service to converge on Obama.
"Are you all right, Mr. President!?" They asked in a sharp and orderly voice.
"Yes. Someone shot the window. I'm fine though. Have security comb the area for any suspicous people." Obama ordered. The secret service agents fled the room and scattered throughout the building, leaving behind the president with a wide and sinister grin.
Romney and Ryan staggered out of the white house. It wasn't long before an agent intercepted the two.
"Mr. Romney! Ryan! Are you two okay? There were reports of gunshots in the vicinity."
"Yes, we're okay. Romney is a little shaken, but he'll be fine." The agent nodded and took off.
Romney, crying softly, but his head on Ryan's sholders. "I-it hurt Paul. It really h-hurt. I...I..." Romney couldn't finish, he continued to sob helplessly.
Ryan continued to comfort Romney. "Everything is going to be okay Mitt. Everything's okay. It's over now."
The two entered their private vehicle and left. The next day the news reported that a lone gunman was arrested in connection with the shooting at the white house. Romney and Ryan took a day off from campaigning, but declined to comment.