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Trump paces about 10 steps in front of Maduro before his legs almost give out, his hot breath reaching Maduro in the unventilated room.
“You’ve been a bad bad man Maduro. It’s time you get a.. punishment”
Maduros brows furrow “chupame el pene”(Colombian not venezualen Spanish)
Trump grins “yeah yeah I love you too” he says with a cocky grin, delighted with aggravating the caramel man that doesn’t even speak English.
trump whips around to the delta force, still on an adrenaline rush. “Out.” “Sir we were given orders by you to interrogate him” “Out. I’ll handle that part”, reluctantly they filled out one by one. With the locking click of the door. Trump turns right around to Maduro, ripping his suit, a dark red lingerie framing his plumb body.
Maduros eyes nearly pop out of his head, yet dispute his initial disgust he couldn’t ignore his pants straining against his growing erection. Trump walks slowly to him, his hips creating a mesmerizing sensation in the tied up man. Trumps words interrupt the hypnotic cell Maduro was in.
“Y’know there’s a reason I wanted your oil..”
he reaches back pressing a button on his deeply inserted buttplug. A wall sinks into the floor revealing barrel after barrel of oil, in the center, were ball gags, double sided dildos, and of course a rosy-gold buttplug bigger than even trumps own buttplug.
Yet there was a screen behind it all, before Maduro could question it, suddenly two women popped up hand in hand. Trump speaks up
“God these.. FAGGOTS” he looks as if he’s gonna throw up even though he was moments away from some disturbing actions. Looking at the screen the faces were immediately recognizable, Marcy Zuckerberg and Tilly Norwood.
Two prominent people in their fields. And yet in front of trump they were nothing but interruptions. It was clear they were only there to brag about their love and digitalized sex life.
But before they could finish trump clicked a different button on the buttplug, his asshole sucking the plug in deeper as he clenched all he had with anger. Sighing after he turns back to Maduro with a smirk, and a jug of oil. Trump gets impossibly close before straddling the taller man, leaning up he slowly licks his ear before whispering unholy sweetness.
He reaches down grabbing the thick jug of oil, before he pours it he begins taking Maduros shirt off, wiggling it, through the ropes. Maduro tries to make it seem as if he doesn’t like it but it’s clear he wants this.
Trump slowly drizzles the oil, resisting the urge to eat him whole, he slowly rubs it into his hairy chest. Trump reaches into the lingerie panties, pulling out a riding crop, slowly dragging it across his skin before popping him right on the breast. Maduro arched his back in pure ecstasy before coming down from his high and looking trump in the eyes. Before he could curse words trump can’t understand, his lips are stolen in a wet and hot kiss, the plaque on trumps teeth leaves an aftertaste in his mouth.
It feels like hours before they break for hair. Both panting.
“God I’m glad I didn’t get permission from congress for this”
Trump grows tired of this vanilla bull he gets up, ripping Maduro from the chair, making sure he’s still tied up. Pulling his pants down he’s satisfied seeing the cum stain evident on his tight boxer briefs.
As he pulls down those boxers a sudden urge overcomes trump. He swiftly connects his fangs to Maduros neck taking deep gulps one after another before pulling back, Gasping.
He stands up quickly, scrambling to grab his torn suit and closing the wall with his plug. Maduro is left stunned and sore not knowing what to do.