Hot GOP porn: When Karl took the Maverick
John walked pensively down the hallway. He was just steps away from the man who had ruined his life. The man who had defeated him every way imaginable just eight years prior. And now he was going to a shady hotel room to meet with him alone. He shuddered. He was afraid, make no mistake, but he was oddly aroused as well.
Karl opened the door and looked past John, as if he didn’t exist. “Come in, John,” he said.
John walked into the seedy room. The smell of Aqua Velva and sulfur was in the air. He walked to the center of the room and began to turn to speak. But Karl was there with preternatural quickness, his breath searing into John’s melanoma.
“Now is not the time to speak, John. Now is the time for action,” Karl said, running his hand through John’s gray locks. “You need me John. After everything I’ve done. After every insult, every dirty trick, you need me.”
John quivered. He knew Karl was right. In 2000, he was a respected politician, a man who had bipartisan support like few Republicans ever imagined. But Karl had bested him, and savagely. Karl had convinced the right people that John had interracial dalliances that led to the adoption of a dark-skinned child. John never bounced back, never even tried, really. He had been mastered.
Since then, he had wandered about in a fog, accepting the loss of the primary and his integrity. He had subserviently done all that was told of him since then. He had backed the President in his every effort, no matter how moronic or how much it defied his natural instincts. Sure, he had kept up the charade in public, but he knew he was no match for Karl, and he would never dare to offend him.
Karl roughly turned John around so that now the two men were facing. ” Look at me, look into my eyes.” John complied, his eyes wide and accepting. “You’ve wanted me for years, John. You know I can get you where you want to be. You know I can either make or break you. So what will it be Johnny-boy? Make? Or Break?
John could not take his eyes away from Karl’s. The moment of truth had arrived. He knew that this man was his only chance, the one who could turn his weaknesses into strengths, the one who could slay his enemies. But he was still frightened, and his voice crackled as he said “Make.”
Karl sneered. “Say it again,” he said forcefully.
“Make,” said John, now eager for approval from the man who had once ruined him.
Karl smiled. He believed in his heart that he could mold John into whatever he wanted now. He owned him. His hands pushed down on John’s shoulders powerfully, and John complied.
“Now kneel, Maverick,” said Karl.
…
When it was over, John, still kneeling, had his head hung in shame. He knew he should feel wrong, but his ability to tell right from wrong had been horribly skewed these past eight years. In a way … it felt right.
Karl sensed John’s confusion and smiled as he zipped up his pants and tucked in his shirt. With one finger he tilted John’s head forward. “Look at me,” he commanded. John, his days as a man of strength now far behind him, did as he was directed.
“You just do what I say now, and everything will be okay, John. But don’t defy me. Don’t you ever defy me.”
John was transfixed by Karl’s stare. He started to wipe his face but was quickly cut off.
“Leave it,” said Karl, his assured tone forcing John again into submission. “I like it that way. Now watch Fox News tonight. I’ll be on with Chris Wallace. And you’ll get your prize for being such a good boy.”
Karl left the room. John stayed in his kneeling position, unable to move. Then he finally smiled. And the smile turned to gales of laughter as he realized that it just might happen. He could be President of the United States. At 71 years of age, kneeling in a dirty hotel room, he finally felt secure and safe. He was now Karl Rove’s boy.
–WKW
March 11th, 2008 at 7:48 am
So very true. And what a shame, IMO.