It was the middle of the 2016 election campaign. Donald was struggling to maintain his image. He needed help. He contacted the one man he knew would always be there for him.
"Vlad, you there?"
"Always, dear, what's on your mind?"
"These fucking liberals are ruining my image, I need you."
"Wanna meet up, love?"
"Please…"
The two slammed into the wall, Vladimir nearly ripping Donald's suit clean off.
"I, need you" Donald managed to grunt out.
"Kneel for me." Vladimir commanded.
The taller man dropped down, his hair barely staying in place. He wrestled with Vladimir's pants, his hunger barely contained.
"Your size always surprises me, Vlad."
"Get to work. Maybe I'll let you finish this time."
Donald began to stroke and suckle on Vladimir's superior Russian shaft. When he was good and hard, Donald assumed the position bent over the desk.
"Start slow, it's been a while."
"You know I can't do that, Donald." Vladimir proceeded to insert himself completely into Donald, causing the man to yelp out in pain.
It only took about five minutes for the two men to climax, first Donald, Vladimir following close behind. Vladimir pulled out and ejaculated all over Doland's back. One spurt was particularly forceful and nearly took off what little remained of Donald's hair.
"Alright, Donald, I will help you with your little race," Vladimir told him, "you need only let me do a few things here and there throughout your presidency and we'll be even. Deal?"
"As long as you can be there for me when I need stress relief, deal."
"Alright, it's settled then. See you around love."