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All Quiet on The Campaign Trail	By : codysaoyrn Category: Individual Celebrities > Political Views: 1271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. I have no personal knowledge of or relation to Joseph Biden or Barack Obama, nor do I make any profit from this writing. Therefore, VA ST s 8.01-40 Code 1950, s 8.01-40 is not violated.

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Brief note: This was originally written/published in December 2008, in response to a prompt from a kink meme started by the rahmbamarama LiveJournal community. The prompt: "Obama/Biden. Ball gag."

Joseph Biden could be identified three ways: his slick white hair, his impossible smile, and the way he could not. Shut. Up.
Even Biden would, from time to time, acknowledge with one of his flashing grins that he was talking too much. This didn't mean he'd stop, though.
The first few times he veered off message, Obama shrugged, laughed, and took care of the damage control. But September had turned into the month of gaffes, and when Biden's howler about FDR was quickly followed by promising an international crisis, Obama decided it was time to act a little more drastically.
The campaign had stopped for the night at a small hotel, and Obama had just finished tidying his room when there was a knock at the door.
"You wanted to see me, Barry?" Biden let himself in before Obama could respond and plopped down on the sagging bed. "Does this have anything to do with what I said yesterday? Because, you know, it was just the moment, and I was really on a roll there—did you hear the bit about the stables, I actually think that was a nice touch, and, maybe I shouldn't have said all of that because now the media's having a field day, and, uh, right."
Obama's only response was to raise an eyebrow as he watched Biden fidget from his chair in the corner. Picking up the small black bag next to him, he crossed the room without a sound and sat next to a now clearly nervous Biden.
"Joe." He leaned in, voice low, and Biden stiffened. "You're a passionate speaker. That's one of the reasons I need you in this campaign. But you know what they say about silence?"
Biden looked down, his fingers knotted together in his lap. After several moments in which the only sounds were their breathing, he mumbled, "It's golden."
Obama grinned, teeth bright in the dim light, and turned away to unzip the bag. Despite himself, Biden tried to peer over and see what was in there, but Obama turned around and abruptly pushed him down onto the bed. Taken aback, he didn't notice what Obama was now holding until their faces were impossibly close.
"Oh, what—" And then Obama was forcing his mouth open, fingers getting wet with spit, and stuffing the wiffle gag behind his teeth. Biden tried to bite down, pop the gag out, anything, but Obama had already fastened it shut. "The hell do you think you're doing," he continued, but the gag turned it into near-moaning, drool leaking through the holes.
Smiling broadly, Obama grabbed Biden by the chin and straddled him, uncaring of their once-crisp suits. He rubbed his thumb across Biden's stretched lips, spreading spit across his face. Biden struggled to yank his head out of Obama's grip, but his writhing only served to grind their crotches together, and was that an erection?
After yet another roll of Biden's hips, Obama groaned and released him, standing to survey the man before him. Idly tracing the outline of his erection with one long finger, he leaned forward to rip open Biden's shirt, buttons popping and tearing.
Almost whimpering now, though whether from confusion or arousal neither of them were sure, Biden twisted away and reached back to undo the gag. Quicker than lightning, his hands were slapped away.
"This," Obama said hoarsely, "Is something you need to learn to deal with. If you can't put up with being quiet, that is going to be a problem." Voice dropping to a whisper on the last word, he held Biden's wrists down above his head with one hand and groped him with the other, drawing out an involuntary moan.
"On second thought, you don't," another grope, another moan, "Need to be completely silent," he mumbled.
The gag was starting to make Biden's jaw sore, and his face, bright pink with humiliation, was covered in spit. The sheets around his head were damp and getting damper with each passing moment, but Obama was showing no sign of releasing him any time soon.
Chuckling deep in his throat, Obama deftly undid Biden's belt and pulled his trousers down just far enough to expose his cock, the tip as wet as his mouth. Biden squirmed again and said, in a stern tone, "Look, I get the point, can you let me go already?" But the hard plastic pressing on his tongue turned his words into lewd, almost animal noises, and Obama's breath quickly grew ragged.
A few more squeezes from Obama's long fingers pushed Biden closer to the edge, his arms growing limp and his whole body beginning to shake in arousal. Seeing that all his fight was gone, Obama let go of Biden's wrists and knelt down to mouth his cock.
Arching into the touch, Biden threw his head back with a loud groan, breathing harshly through the gag. He was moaning constantly now, no longer able to control himself, and Obama's hot tongue dragging across his cock only burned him more with every lick.
After a particularly loud whine, Obama swallowed hard (forcing another muffled exclamation) and started fisting his own cock, aching for release. He used his other hand, slick with spit and pre-cum, to finger Biden's hole.
He had barely worked in a single knuckle when Biden let out a long, low moan and came violently, with cum dribbling out of Obama's mouth and spattering their clothes.
Obama gulped down the cum with only the slightest hint of distaste, smirking as Biden, eyes lidded, struggled to draw breath through his gag. Starting to jerk himself off harder, he climbed onto the bed to kneel by Biden's head. As he looked down at Biden, silver hair mussed, cheeks blazing red, spit dribbling everywhere and making him look as wanton as a teenager, it took only a few more strokes for Obama to come.
Obama grunted as he covered Biden's face with cum, some of it falling through the gag's holes and into his mouth. Finally satisfied, he wiped his hands off on Biden's jacket, leaving white streaks across the expensive fabric, and gently undid the gag.
"I would appreciate it if this doesn't have to happen again," Obama said with a coolness contrary to his thoughts, made obvious by his still semi-hard cock. "When you're ready, I'll be in the bar downstairs."
Biden didn't respond (couldn't respond) and he lay there, panting, as Obama pocketed the sticky gag and silently left the room.
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