Daddy's Little Prime Minister - A Scomo x Clive Palmer FanFic

Behind Closed Doors

Scomo's breathing deepened as he lay naked on the rough, carpeted floor of his office in Parliament house. His wrists burned as he struggled against his restraints, writhing in anticipation. The harsh texture of the carpet combined with his frantic wriggling left his skin raw and feeling as if flames were crawling up his skin, consuming his flesh. A sudden, intense stinging sensation overwhelmed him. He lurched forward, a feral cry of agony escaping his swollen, purple lips, although that pain quickly subsided and turned to pleasure.

"Now, now" Scomo looked upwards, only to be greeted by the darkly erotic sight of Clive Palmer standing over him, tapping a paddle whip lightly across his calloused hands. "You need to stay, or I'll have to gag you. We can't have anyone else finding out about our little arrangement now, can we, baby boy?" Clive breathed, his teasing tone of voice sending shivers of arousal down Scomo's spine.

Scomo's eyes widened, jerking forwards as Clive brought the paddle whip down onto his body once more, adding yet another bruise to his already extensive collection.

Before Scomo could even attempt to regain his breath, Clive reached down and grabbed him roughly off the floor and threw him onto his desk, facing stomach down. Scomo couldn't see Clive's sexy face, but he could feel his dom's eyes burning into his backside, admiring his pretty, pink asshole and cute, dainty butt plug, which was plain silver adorned with the Liberal Party logo. A tingle raced through Scomo's body, the feeling of Clive's expert fingers tracing over his tender, fleshy ass sending ripples of pleasure throughout him.

"You ready, slut?" Clive whispered seductively, his fingers trailing inwards to rest softly upon Scomo's personalised butt plug. Scomo simply arched his back in response to Clive's clearly rhetorical question. Clive huffed out a smug laugh but heeded Scomo's wishes. Within a second, there was a large pressure followed by an odd feeling of emptiness in Scomo's asshole. The butt plug had been removed. Scomo arched his back further, letting out a soft, desperate, longing whine, practically begging for something to fill the void inside his anus. Almost instantaneously, Scomo's prayers were answered. His body was shoved forward, his face squished into the cool, hard wood of the desk. He could feel Clive's huge dick throbbing inside him, filling him up completely. He could sense every vein and ridge on Clive's meaty cock. Scomo bit his tongue, causing blood to well up inside his mouth, struggling to contain his screams of pain and pleasure as Clive picked up the pace, thrusting into him with all of his might. Soon, Clive was pounding Scomo's tight asshole into oblivion, rearranging his insides, entirely and utterly destroying him.

Short bursts of wild, uncontrollable shaking began to devour Scomo's flushed body, increasing in frequency as he neared his orgasm. Finally, an all-consuming, powerful shuddering overtook him. Scomo bit down forcefully into the polished wood of the desk, desperately trying to stifle his moans. The ever-growing pressure in Scomo's lower area relaxed and was released in the form of cum spraying from Scomo's penis, coating the desk underneath him in a thick layer of semen.

Clive ceased his relentless attack on Scomo's now bruised and widened asshole, stepping back and slipping out of Scomo. "Come here," Clive murmured, his breathing ragged and shaky. He was close. Scomo eagerly clambered off the desk and fell to his knees before Clive. He opened his mouth and stuck out his moist tongue, waiting. Clive began to stroke himself; his eyes rolled into his head and his head lolled back.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck." Clive let out a low, husky moan as ropes of thick, translucent cum burst out of his magnificent dick, landing in Scomo's willing mouth. Scomo closed his eyes to savour the sensation of Clive's thick, slimy cum sliding down his oesophagus into his stomach. Once he was done swallowing the cum, Clive reached down a hand to caress Scomo's blushing, red face, a smirk playing at the UAP leader's thin, crusty lips.

Clive stood suddenly, turning to gather his pants, which lay discarded in a corner. Once Clive was done putting his pants back on, he twisted to look Scomo straight in the eye one last time, grinning wickedly. "Till next time." He confidently said before striding out the office door, leaving Scomo kneeling on the floor, naked, covered in cum and bruises with his hands still tied behind his back. A dirty, helpless slut.