Chris and Jeb were the only ones left in the room, and Jeb looked incredibly horny. Chris was still on the ground after tripping over the semmen, and Jeb took out his whip, and pulled up his fishnet stockings.

"Alright Chrissy Prissy Cupcake, let's go play some Minecraft, and by playing Minecraft, I mean sucking your clitoris." Said Jeb, taking off his camo hat to reveal the receding hairline of a 60 year old man."

All of a sudden, there was a splurging sound coming from underneath the table. Jeb, whipped his whip at the movement and all of a sudden, Ben Carson popped out, his weasely face sniffing around.

"Hey friends, can I join in? I'll even be the bottom, just please, please let me join in." He begged on his knees revealing his assless chaps.

"Fuck off you squirrelly looking cockfuck." Said Jeb.

"How did you get in my house, I'm telling my dad." Said Chris, taking off his shirt to reveal a red leather gimp suit.

Carson ran out of the room, his millimeter peter trailing flopping behind him, a raindrop of semen behind him.

"Now that's what I call A LIL SQUIRT" Said Jeb.

Chris became so horny by Jebs slick lines that he wanted to make love to him.

Chris and Jeb stepped into Chris's bedroom, looking at the sad sight of Ted and Donald holding hands on the floor. Jeb's face scrunched up in disgust.

"Get off the floor, this is our turn." he snorted.

"Hey, don't be so mean…" Chris said quietly. Jeb swiftly pulled a whip from his leather suit, and snapped it at Chris's left moob. Chris squealed as his moob jiggled to and fro. Trump and Ted were wide eyed, and sped out of the room, going into the bathroom to hide.

Chris looked over at Jeb's dominant stance. He had a whip in his hand, and his legs were slightly spread apart, his chest sticking out, showing off his long, hard nipples. Chris wasn't sure whether to be afraid or extremely turned on, and his body decided on both. He felt his 1 inch wonder expanding in his pants. Jebl stepped over, his heels clicking on the hardwood. He ripped off Chris's pants, and pushed him onto the bed. Or, at least he tried to. Jeb's weak arms couldn't move Chris. Chris stood awkwardly for 10 seconds before flopping back onto the bed, creating a wave of air to make all the Momo posters shake.

Hillary awoke from her slumber in the nasty closet, and shoved the socks off of him. She peered out the crack of the closet to watch the unfolding of some hot and steamy BDSM.

Jeb spun his finger in a circle, commanding Chris to roll onto his flabby stomach. Chris complied, but worriedly asked, "What are you going to do?"

"You'll feel." Jeb smiled, whipping out a large black buttplug. Chris felt the cold object shoved into an asscheek.

"Chris spread your ass cheeks, I can't find the hole." Jeb commanded. Chris took two grubby hands and spread his ass. He felt the cold sensation fill up in his ass. Jeb then pulled out a yellow paddle with a large ladybug painted on it. He gave a big sniff.

"Still smells like my house." he thought to himself. Jeb took the BDSM paddle, and smacked Chris's ass with it until each cheek was red. With each hit, Chris jolted. Jeb pulled out the buttplug, and took out handcuffs. He locked each of Chris's hands to the frame of the bed. He wrapped a rope around Chris's neck, and then pulled him up like a flubbery elephant seal. His leather pants were penetrated and ripped open by his 6.9 inch majesty. He shoved it into Chris's anus, and began thrusting. This went on for five minutes before Chris interjected.

"Um… Jeb… That's my flab…" Chris said awkwardly. "I didn't want to say anything because I thought you were enjoying yourself…"

"Godflabbit." Jeb cursed, adjusting his dick. He then shoved it into Chris's real asshole and began fucking away.

Chris felt sensations he could never had imagined, and his dick cummed everywhere within minutes. Another minute passed, and Jeb had filled Chris's asshole with a hugeass load. He pulled his dick out, and it went soft.

Hillary, who had been watching, had her jaw wide open in amazement. What a beautiful show it had been.

Jeb smiled at his work, and fell asleep on Chris's slimy, asscheek.