Little Marco and Big Trump: A Dom/Sub Slashfic
“Damn it, Donald! I was supposed to be the chosen one!” Little Marco sat across the desk from the man who looked likely to end his political career that evening. Big Trump appeared casual but confident, barrel-chested with strong-looking rounded shoulders that rested easily on the luxuriously appointed leather swivel chair. "Don't worry about it, Little Marco...it'll all be over soon. I've beat you so many times it's gonna be a relief to you now that you're finished, believe me. Once you endorse we'll figure out how you're gonna serve in my administration, since you can't go back to Florida after I embarrass you in front of everyone there. Maybe you can be my FEMA Administrator...wait, you're too much of a choker for that, aren't you -" "I'm not a choker! And stop calling me Little Marco!" How Little Marco hated his debased desire for Big Trump's embrace! He looked down, averting his eyes from the en...