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It had been a long day of meetings, and Elon was absolutely spent. Not that he’d been doing anything useful, of course, but the effort of even listening to those DOGE shitheads was exhausting. Why had he even agreed to leading this department? He groaned, leaning back in his plush desk chair with a wooden creak. So much for “efficiency”.
With an exaggerated sigh, Elon stood, pushing the head chair of the conference table in. He stretched his arms above his head with another groan, his black Tesla t-shirt momentarily riding above his pale waist. Meetings were done for the day. He knew Donald had some sort of speech to make later that day. Had the script been finalized, even? Fuck if he knew. He pushed off the table to the conference room door, stepping out into the decorated halls of the white house. His day was pretty free now. He could go take care of his children, but what kind of loser does that? No, maybe he’d just go check in on Donald, see if the speech was finalized.
Elon made his way up to Donald’s office, the stairs creaking as he walked. Reaching Donald’s door, he knocked.
“Who’s there?” the voice of the United States President called through the door.
“It’s me, Don. Elon.”
“Oh. You, let him in.” Donald called, presumably to one of the guards. A moment later, the door swung open.
Donald was seated at his desk, elbows resting on top of some sort of documents. He looked up at Elon as he entered, the room’s lighting highlighting the pale line where his fake tan met his hairline.
“Sir, the speech for tonight-” Elon started, stepping closer to the desk.
“It’s finalized and prepared for the president tonight, Mister Musk” replied one of the guards, standing directly behind Donald.
“Ah. I see. Alright. I-” Elon stuttered, a little surprised a guard would respond when he was obviously addressing the president.
“I’ll tell ya the funniest thing,” Donald started, not speaking to anyone in particular. “It’d take Biden twice as long as me to read this speech, quite frankly,” he bragged proudly. The guard nodded to acknowledge his rambling, but said nothing.
“Donald, I was thinking, Sir, about tonight, if we could discuss the department’s actions in the last month? It’s been a while since the last review” Elon blurted out.
Donald was silent for a moment, clearly processing.
“Well, Elon, I’d tell ya, I’d love to, but I have dinner with Melania tonight. I really can’t miss it, some sort of publicity to advertise the first announcement of a movie we’re making. Beautiful thing, really” Donald responded absentmindedly.
Elon frowned. It’d been so long since their last ‘review’. Even longer since they’d been together in a room alone, and he’d been able to feel Donald’s hands across his body.
“Donald, the reports can’t wait forever. The public thinks my department is a joke. And not in a good way,” Elon muttered.
“Those commies think everything about our great, beautiful admin is insane. You know, a reporter said to me last week, yes he did, ‘Donald-”
“Sir, I don’t need to hear what they’re saying. A moment of your time. Please. The charts, they’re…” he trailed off. Elon hadn’t the faintest clue about the charts. He just needed an excuse.
Donald frowned.
“I have golfing later. Make it quick.” he declared. “You. Clear out. Confidential business,”
The guard hesitated. “Mister president-”
“Out.” repeated Donald, with a wave of his hand. The guard shot Elon a warning glare before the three of them cleared out, leaving Elon and Donald alone in the office.
“Sit down, Elon” Donald insisted, nudging a chair across his desk with his foot.
Elon did so.
“So. What now about the charts? The approval polls are rigged by the left, Elon. You know that.”
“Yes, sir. I know. I just wanted to know about your future plans for my department.” Elon paused, gathering himself. “I’ve been finding it more and more difficult to meet with you. I know you’re a busy man, but I used to be your number two. Is my department even in use any more?”
Donald looked up at Elon, but didn’t make eye contact, staring blankly.
“DOGE?”
“Yes”
“Well, as we work towards fixing the government from the Biden admin’s tyranny, we find less and less need to regularly ensure efficiency, because it’s being done”
“I know, sir.” Elon folded his hands onto his lap.
“Then why are you coming here? I’m a busy man. Yes, a busy, busy man. If your department is efficient, and our beautiful country is too, then-”
“Donald. Is something wrong?” Elon cut him off. “We haven’t had sex in a month. You barely look at me when you do your speeches anymore.” Elon blurted out. His hands shifted on his lap, feeling over the bulge slowly growing at even the mention of their intimate relations.
Donald was quiet for a minute, then stood. He ambled over to his door, locking it with his key before turning back to Elon.
“Is this what you wanted to meet about?” he asked.
“Well, no, sir. Just a thought-” Elon stuttered, flustered.
Donald stepped back over to him, putting a hand on the back of Elon’s chair, looking out the white house windows, a distant look in his eyes.
“Do you see this beautiful country? That’s our job. My job- to keep up. Without me, we’d fall into liberal hell.
“Y-yes sir.” Elon stammered, flustered by the sudden closeness. He could smell Donald’s expensive cologne from where his hand rested near Elon's head, as well as the strong scent of moth balls from his suit. Elon shifted his hands over his groin to hide his growing erection.
“I’m a busy man, Elon. The ladies love me. All those girls out there, they’d love nothing more than to sleep with a man like me. All across the nation. And I have to see all this and turn it down, because I am a man of my country. But…” His hand moved dangerously close to Elon’s cheek. Elon could see the age spots, and where his fake tan had been overapplied. “A country is only as great as its president. Without me… at full… efficiency-” He said the word intentionally, a honeyed tone to his voice. “-it’d collapse, just like under Sleepy Joe.”
Elon gulped.
“So, tell me, Elon. Are you willing to do what it takes to keep our country efficient… if a country is only as… great… as it’s leader?” Donald purred, his hand moving gently to Elon’s cheek, fingers close to the man’s mouth. Elon suppressed a whimper.
“Y-yes. Of course, sir.”
“Incredible” Donald murmured, sliding a finger into Elon’s mouth casually. Elon let out a repressed moan. “You’re willing to help me… keep America great, by my side?”
“Yes sir”
“Excellent. That’s your job.” Donald’s fingers moved around Elon’s jaw, feeling the insides of his cheeks between his finger and thumb. After a moment, he pulled away, rubbing his fingers together as if to test the saliva. “Frankly excellent.”
Elon gulped, hands still feebly covering his erection. Please touch me. Please, please, please. He thought.
“Loyalty to the country means loyalty to her leader. You aren’t a liberal traitor, are you, Elon?”
“N-no, sir.” Elon murmured.
“My trust isn’t easily gained, Elon. Many men want my loyalty, but that isn’t given that easily.” Donald sneered. “Prove it.” With a feeble yank, he pulled Elon onto his knees on the floor. Elon moved himself, knowing damn well Donald wasn’t that strong at his age, but he’d indulge him. He looked up at the man standing in front of him, the president of the United States of America himself. He rested one hand on his knee, the other absentmindedly rubbing his own bulge through his pants.
“Yes sir. Your word is my command” Elon murmured, groaning slightly as his fingers pressed over a sensitive spot.
A grin tugged at Donald’s lips as he watched Elon, helpless in front of him on the floor. Even the richest man in the world was at his service. He rubbed his hand over his own erection growing in his pants, hips stuttering a little as his thumb traced the line of his cock. “Incredible”
Donald began working at the belt buckle of his suit trousers with an agonizingly slow pace, so slow that Elon couldn’t determine whether it was to tease him further, or simply because Donald lacked the manual dexterity to perform such a task with any typical speed. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, Donald finally unclasped the belt, lowering his trousers to his knees with a swish. There he stood, his member pressing against the fabric of his boxers, a slight wet patch already forming where his tip leaked precum against the white cotton.
Elon squirmed, reaching for his own belt.
“Not yet” Donald instructed, catching Elon’s wrist with his hand, the other slipping under his boxers to grip his own length. Elon watched as Donald slowly rubbed along the base of his own shaft, almost mesmerized with anticipation and pent up sexual desire.
Elon felt as his dick throbbed through his pants. “Donald, please- it’s been so long. I-”
Donald, clearly enjoying the power he had over the brunette, sneered. “Be patient, Elon. I’ll let you touch yourself soon, I promise”
Elon whimpered at the implication, shifting impatiently on the floor, thighs squeezing in on himself as he knelt. Donald, still smirking, finally removed his hand from his boxers and slowly pulled them down, keeping his other hand firmly on Elon’s wrist. With a final tug, he pulled his throbbing member free, the tip already glistening with precum in the light of the office.
Elon licked his lips without realizing as he stared at Donald’s dick. “Donald… may I?”
“Soon. God, you’re impatient.” Donald sneered, squeezing Elon’s wrist. Elon groaned.
“Please? I’ll be good. I’ll be so…so good.”
Donald’s cock twitched at Elon’s words. Fuck, he was hot like this, begging on his knees. How the fuck had all of his wives left him? Whatever. Donald couldn’t exactly be one to talk about divorce. Gently, careful not to squeeze yet, he guided his tip against Elon’s face, gently tapping the tip against the man’s cheek. Elon whimpered in anticipation.
“God… yes, please…” he begged again, voice a moan of desire. Donald’s cock trembled again as it touched his warm cheek. He wouldn’t last much longer if Donald kept teasing like this.
“You want to prove your loyalty to our country? Take it in your mouth, Elon. I know you want it” Donald cooed, voice a gravelly whisper tinged with desire.
Elon trembled, eagerly reaching a hand to the base of Donald’s cock. Donald pushed it away. “No hands” he instructed.
Elon groaned, but obliged. Fuck, he’d do anything to just have Donald push inside him already. It had been weeks since they’d last fucked. He was sure Donald had been pleasuring himself plenty in the meantime, whether it was with Melania, or some random woman around the white house, hell, even with Netenyahu. But Elon? He’d been pent up this whole time.
Donald, seeing Elon’s bulge twitch again, smirked as he slowly pressed his tip to Elon’s lips. Elon let out a whimper as he slowly, carefully, wrapped his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue a little to see Donald’s reaction. Nothing? Fuck, maybe Melania was better. No. He couldn’t let that foreign alien win over Donald. He pushed forward, taking more of Donald’s thick cock into his mouth. It was about six inches total, certainly bigger than his own, and he could slightly feel Donald’s heartbeat as he pressed his tongue to a prominent vein on the underside.
He pushed forward until Donald’s dick hit the back of his mouth where it curved into his throat. He felt forward and still had a good two and a half inches left. Fuck. He pushed a bit more, gagging as the tip glided over his tonsils, forcing him to pull back.
“Ah.. fuck…sorry… Don-” he groaned, looking back at Donald’s member, now slick with saliva.
“Again.” Donald instructed. He didn’t wait for Elon to catch his breath, instead putting a hand on the back of the brunette’s head and slowly guiding himself back in. Once he was a good few inches in, he cupped the back of Elon’s head more securely, pushing his hips forward to thrust into Elon’s throat.
“guh…D-don-” Elon managed to choke through his mouth wrapped around Donald’s cock, which was now thrusting back and forth into his throat, creating a wet squelching noise.
Glurk…glurk…glurk…glurk..glurk.glurk..glurk..glurk..glurk-
Donald, feeling himself nearing the edge, pulled out of Elon’s mouth. Elon gasped for air, coughing as his saliva and Donald’s precum dripped from his lips, eyes watering. Donald stood back, leaning against the desk for support. His forehead beaded a little with sweat, and his cock was flushed, the tip almost a painful crimson.
“Touch yourself for me.” he commanded. Donald wouldn’t touch himself again, not yet. He’d wait and watch Elon squirm, knowing damn well the brunette couldn’t make himself cum on his own. Not yet. Donald would watch him tremble and whimper like the pathetic little incel he was, watching him suffer just a little longer.
Elon, hearing the approval, eagerly unclasped his belt buckle and pulled down his jeans and boxers in one yank, immediately grasping his own dick and fervently stroking it in deep, squeezing motions.
“Good boy” Donald sneered. Elon whimpered, pace stuttering. Donald’s grin grew wider, enjoying every second of watching Elon get impossibly close to the edge already, yet unable to push over. He let this pathetic demonstration play out for a minute longer.
“D-Don, please… I… I can’t cum like this…” Elon moaned, hips now excitedly bucking into his hand. “I… I need to feel you”
Donald’s grin widened as he watched Elon squirm and tremble on the carpet, his cock slick with precum. “Beg for it”
Elon let out a groan of pure longing. “Please Donald… Please, please, pleasepleaseplease…” he whimpered until the words slurred together with pure pleasure.
Donald smirked. “Bend yourself over the desk. Hands off your penis” Elon stumbled up, eagerly complying. Donald stepped over to the desk. He bent over Elon, who groaned as Donald’s dick slid along his ass and the small of his back. Donald leaned over him, reaching into the top of his desk drawer, fumbling around before his fingers clasped around a small bottle of lube. He squirted a little onto his fingertips, pulling back to rub it around Elon’s tight hole. Elon whimpered, thighs trembling. Donald rubbed the remaining lube into his hands, gently coating his cock to where it was thoroughly slick with a mix of lube and saliva. He gently pressed the crimson tip to Elon’s slick hole, and slowly thrusted in.
“...ah! F-fuck~!” Elon gasped, his knuckles white where he clutched the edge of the desk. The very desk where the most important bills were signed into law, and the richest man in the world was bent over it, getting fucked senseless by president of the United States.
Donald slowly began increasing his pace, his arousal growing once more as Elon clenched around him. His legs, weakened with years of standing for shows, golfing, and speeches, now trembled as he thrust into the brunette like the man would vanish if he stopped, even for a second.
“Fuck, D-Donald… ngh..” Elon groaned as Donald pressed against him deeply, his stomach chafing against the desk. He clenched tightly, sending Donald over the edge.
“...Just like that, Elon.. I’m…I’m-” Donald stuttered, thrusting faster. If he were in any other state of mind, he’d have been appalled, tripping on his words like Joe did. But right now, his world only extended as far as Elon bent over his desk, his cock buried deep inside. “...aghh!”
Donald thrust one last time, legs buckling under him as he spilled hot seed into Elon. The brunette’s hand, having at some point during Donald’s intense orgasm, slipped down to his own cock, pumped furiously as he chased his own peak.
“D-donald… ah! Ah!” Elon finally came onto his hand, his seed spilling out where his cock lay, flushed and slick against the desk.
Donald, buckled and trembling against Elon, cock now flaccid but still pressed inside, let out a groan. “You did well…” he praised, slowly lowering himself back into the chair opposite of where he normally sat, his dick slipping out with a final squelch. Elon rolled over off the desk, examining the scene.
“Don, looks like… I made a bit of a mess,” He chuckled, gesturing to the desk, where a few documents had been slightly spattered with cum. Donald looked up, eyes bleary.
“...which ones?”
Elon took a closer look. “Something about a bill to rename the United States of America to… the United States of… Israel?”
Donald frowned. “Damn it, Elon. I’ll have to scrap that one now.” He groaned, pulling up his boxers and pants, spending a considerable amount of time refastening the buckle. Elon did the same.
“Now I have to get that rewritten. Damn it. Just… go tweet about it being the fault of the woke left and post a picture of me raping Gavin Newsom. The news will glaze over this. And Elon?” Trump announced, turning to leave.
“Yes, Sir?”
“You’ll have to actually send me those charts today.”
“Yes, sir.”