Power Play: Two Leaders, One Night

In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with tension as Donald and Benjamin stood face to face. Benjamin's heart raced as he felt Donald's calloused hands wrap around his wrists, pulling them above his head. He could feel the cold metal of the handcuffs as they snapped into place, binding him to the wall. Donald's breath was hot against his ear as he whispered, "You're mine now." Benjamin could only moan in response as he felt Donald's strong hands exploring his body, the rough texture of his suit rubbing against Benjamin's bare skin. The taste of power was intoxicating, and Benjamin could feel himself growing harder with each passing moment. The world outside faded away as they became lost in each other, the only sounds in the room their labored breathing and the clinking of the handcuffs against the wall.

Trump's hands continued their exploration, his fingers tracing the contours of Benjamin's muscular chest, teasing his nipples into hard peaks. Benjamin's breath hitched as Trump's fingers moved lower, unbuckling his belt with a decisive tug. The sound of the zipper sliding down echoed in the room, the anticipation nearly palpable. Trump's hand slipped inside, wrapping around Benjamin's hard length, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from the Israeli Prime Minister. Trump's grip was firm, his movements slow and deliberate, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through Benjamin's body. He could feel Trump's hot breath on his neck, a stark contrast to the cool metal of the handcuffs binding his wrists. His body was a prisoner to Trump's touch, every nerve ending singing in delight. The world outside ceased to exist, their shared desire the only reality that mattered. Trump's touch was a promise, a claim, a declaration of dominance that Benjamin was all too willing to accept.

Trump's hand moved in a relentless rhythm, his grip tightening just enough to make Benjamin's breath hitch. Benjamin's hips bucked against Trump's hand, desperate for more friction, more pressure. He could feel the wetness of precum smearing against his stomach, the evidence of his growing arousal. Trump's free hand moved to cup Benjamin's face, his thumb tracing the outline of Benjamin's parted lips. Benjamin's tongue darted out, tasting the saltiness of Trump's skin. Trump's thumb slipped into Benjamin's mouth, and he eagerly sucked on it, imagining it was something else. The taste of power was overwhelming, the knowledge that he was at Trump's mercy only serving to heighten his arousal. Trump's hand moved faster, his grip tightening even more. Benjamin's body tensed, every muscle straining as he felt the orgasm building inside him. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. Trump's thumb moved in and out of Benjamin's mouth in a mimicry of what he wanted to do to him. With a final, powerful stroke, Benjamin's orgasm crashed over him like a wave, his body convulsing with the force of it. He threw his head back, a strangled cry escaping his lips as he spilled onto Trump's hand. The world blurred around him, the only thing he could feel was Trump's hand, still moving, still claiming him as his own. As the aftershocks of his orgasm subsided, Benjamin felt Trump's lips against his cheek, his breath hot and heavy. "You're mine now," Trump whispered again, his voice thick with satisfaction. And in that moment, Benjamin knew that he was.

Trump's hand moved in a relentless rhythm, his grip tightening around Benjamin's throbbing cock. Benjamin's hips bucked against Trump's hand, the friction sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. He could feel his arousal leaking, smearing against his stomach as Trump's hand moved faster. Trump's other hand moved to grip Benjamin's face, his thumb forcing its way into Benjamin's mouth. Benjamin's tongue instinctively wrapped around Trump's thumb, sucking on it as if it were a cock. The taste of sweat and power was intoxicating, driving Benjamin's arousal to new heights. Trump's hand moved even faster, his grip tightening to the point of pain. Benjamin's body tensed, his muscles straining as he fought against the orgasm building inside him. Trump's thumb moved in and out of Benjamin's mouth, mimicking the thrusting of a cock. With a final, powerful stroke, Benjamin's orgasm tore through him like a freight train. He threw his head back, a guttural cry escaping his lips as he spilled onto Trump's hand. The world blurred around him, the only thing he could feel was Trump's hand, still moving, still claiming him as his own. As the aftershocks of his orgasm subsided, Benjamin felt Trump's lips against his cheek. "You're mine now," Trump whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. And in that moment, Benjamin knew that he was.