Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2008 07:15:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Randy Howard <randyhoward2@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Politician / Chapter 1 'Selling My Soul' / Beginnings

The Politician's Soul
By
Randyhoward2@yahoo.com
Chapter 1 `Selling My Soul'

This is my second attempt at writing. This is pure fiction and bares no
resemblance to anyone living or dead. I am sitting at my computer writing
this as it enters my mind, so I do not know where it will go.

All the usual disclaimers apply here.


It was a gray rainy day.  I was standing at the window staring out.  I
wasn't particularly looking at anything.  I was deep in thought.  I was
naked as the day I was born and a shiver ran down my spine as I looked upon
the rain soaked landscape.  `Washington could be so cold and unforgiving,'
I thought to myself. A million questions ran through my mind and I had no
answers.  A reporter had called me last night and asked me if I was happy
with my new life. My reply was generic, `how could you not be happy with
success,' I had told him.  However, deep inside I knew the true answer.
How far I had come and at what cost, what have I lost to achieve what I
have gained.  I was suddenly aware of a presence behind me as a pair of
arms surrounded me about my waist.  I cringed at the touch.  I felt trapped
like an animal caught in a trap.  My head turned to looked into his face
and he leaned in to kiss me.  I turned slightly and offered my cheek to
him.  His arms dropped from my waist and to his side.  He turned and walked
away.  I felt no guilt as he walked from me and left the room.  I should
have I thought, but I did not.  My mind then drifted back to nearly ten
years prior, to a time of innocence and love, when my life seemed so simple
and I dreamed of love and success. It was then that I had sold my soul...

About ten years earlier...

"Hey Jason you going to come with me tonight?" My roommate Tom Randolph
asked me. My name is Jason Mathew Richardson. I am a political science
major at the University of Vermont (UVM). I am six foot four with blonde
hair and green eyes. I am a total health nut. I work out four to five days
a week and my body shows it. I am twenty-one years old.

"Yeah I'm going, is Clark," I answer back.

"Nah can't make it, he has to study for a test tomorrow," he says. "I wish
he could they say this guy's a fabulous speaker and he knows how to
motivate a crowd." He adds.

"Well I have wanted to meet him for ages now and I have been invited to
stay after for an informal meet the man behind the candidate party." I tell
him.

"You are so fucking lucky," he says. "You have to be a somebody to get to
meet these people.  Whom do you know, man," he asks.

"No one just got lucky," I say.

The atmosphere in the Memorial Auditorium tonight was charged with
electricity. Everyone there was waiting for the man of the hour, Patrick
Buchanan.  He was running for governor of Vermont and was the lead
front-runner. I belonged to a group called the `Young Republicans'. We were
a group of kids that were political science majors and were interested in a
career in politics someday. Patrick Buchanan was holding a last day rally
before tomorrow's elections. I worked as a student reporter for the
Burlington Free Press and was hoping for an interview.  The managing editor
had secured a pass for me to meet Mr. Buchanan and interview him for the
paper.  I had found a place close to the front of the stage and was waiting
for him to appear.  He came out and the place exploded with a roar of
applause and shouting.  He finally calmed the audience down and began his
speech.

"Ladies and Gentlemen thank you for coming tonight." He said smiling out at
his audience. Again the uproar and applause, his charisma had a charm that
captivated his audience.  "Let me first say that my opponent has said that
my view on taxes is raise, raise, raise. Well that is so far from the
truth. Taxes are at an all time high while unemployment is also. What this
state needs is not more taxes but more jobs." Again, the crowd explodes
into applause and shouting.  "Our tax system has driven industry and
business from our state. We have a reputation as a business unfriendly
state. I mean to change that upon my election to office.  We have to many
men and women here that want to work and cannot find jobs. My opponent
feels that we should tax business more. Well if we do that, more of our
businesses will leave. Farms are folding up because they simply cannot
afford to stay productive anymore. Where will these people go, where will
they work if there are no jobs.  If you elect me as governor, I will turn
this state around. I will give Vermont back to Vermonters.  I will put our
men and women back to work so that they can hold their heads up with pride
once again." He says and the crowd explodes. He goes on and on with his
campaign promises and finishes to a hail of applause. I find my way back to
the informal reception room set up for those with special passes. I
patiently wait to meet Mr. Buchanan. Finally, it's my turn and I hand my
pass to his press secretary, Carl Davis. He leads me over to Mr. Buchanan
and introduces me to him.

"Mr. Buchanan, this is Jason Richardson. He is a student reporter for the
local newspaper here in Burlington," he says. He extends his hand to me and
I reach out to shake it. As I grab his hand electricity runs up my arm.

"Mr. Buchanan it is a great pleasure to finally meet you sir."  I tell him
with a look of awe in my eyes and still holding his hand.

"Please Jason call me Pat," he says.  "May I have my hand back," he says
and gives me a smile as I blush.

"Sorry sir, err Pat."  I stammer.

"Well young man what can I do for you tonight," he says as he quickly gives
me the once over with his eyes.

"I was hoping to interview you for the student section of my newspaper that
I work for Pat."  I tell him.

"That would be great but I am exhausted and hungry son."  He says.  "Have
you had dinner tonight Jason?"

"No Pat I haven't. I came early to get a front spot to hear your speech," I
tell him.

"Well if you would like to join me for dinner we could have that interview
and get to know one another better," he says with a smile and a wink. Well
my heart did a leap; I was so excited to be invited to have dinner with the
man I idolized.

"That would be an honor sir, thank you."

"Why don't you ride with me to my hotel and we can have room service send
up some dinner," he says.

"Ah Pat is this a wise idea," his press secretary whispers in his ear. "It
is the eve of the election Pat, remember what happened last time." He adds.

"Just a little dinner Carl, that's all," he says and pats him on the
shoulders.  We leave through a rear door and a limo is waiting for us.  The
chauffer opens the door for us and I get in after Pat. We sit side by side
and we chat a bit about me mostly. He says to me to tell him about myself.

"Well Pat, I am from Vermont. I grew up in Burlington and I will graduate
this spring from UVM. My folks are both deceased and I have a brother and a
sister. I hope to someday get into politics and maybe president." I tell
him.  "I have followed your career and you are my hero. Your style of
politics excites me and your truthfulness is what I admire most."

"Well thank you Jason," he says and his hand falls softly on my thigh and
stays.  "I have always believed in being open and truthful with the voting
public and believe that they will make the right decision given the truth."
He says and ever so slightly rubs my leg.  "I also believe in being upfront
and truthful with people and on a one to one with them also." He says as he
looks briefly at his hand. My face feels hot and I know I must be blushing
as we pull into the Radisson Hotel.  He stops at the desk and retrieves his
messages.  He comes over to me, places his arm on my shoulder, and leads me
to the elevators.  We enter and he pushes the tenth floor button and the
elevator rises.  His suite is beautifully decorated, and has a great view
of Lake Champlain.  He asks if I would like a drink and I tell him Captain
Morgan's on the rocks.  He pours me one and he has a Dewar's on the rocks.
He hands me a menu and sits beside me as we both look at the choices for
dinner. I can feel his body heat as it radiates through his jacket.  His
cologne is Polo and I recognize it immediately because I wear it also.  He
leans close to me as he reads and turns to speak and his mouth is less than
an inch from my ear.

"Order whatever you want Jason," he says and I can feel his breath on my
face.

"The meatloaf dinner is fine with me," I tell him turning and my lips brush
his, because he is so close. I blush from the touch and he smiles.  "I have
had it hear before and it is very good," I tell him turning back to the
menu.

"Good that settles it," he says.  "Two meatloaf dinners and bottle of
wine."  He adds and picks up the phone and calls room service and orders
our dinners.  "Now if you will excuse me for a moment I need to get out of
this suit," he says and gets up placing a hand on my thigh.  He gets up and
walks to the bedroom and he doesn't close the door.  From where I am
sitting, I can see him as he sits on the bed to remove his shoes. He stands
and removes his suit coat and lays it on the bed. He undoes his belt and
the button on his suit pants and unzips them letting them drop to the
floor.  He steps out of them, and turns, with his ass to me, and bends to
pick them up. My eyes are glued to his masculine frame as he stands and
when he turns, he notices me staring.  I turn to the window to avoid
starring at him.  I wait a moment, and turn back and he is removing his
boxers.  He is now totally naked standing there and he turns, smiles, and
walks out of sight.  He is about six five and around two hundred pounds.
He has reddish brown hair with a touch of gray and brown eyes.  He is
extremely fit and muscular.  He returns to the room wearing a blue warm up
suit, and again sits beside me.

"Shall we have that interview while we wait young man," he asks and I know
my face is red. "Why are you blushing Jason, we are both grown men," he
says. "Haven't you ever seen a grown man naked before," he asks and I get
redder.

"Ah ... yeah ... I have ... it's just that I didn't expect it sir." I
stutter.

"Please call me Pat, Jason." He said and then the knock on the door. The
waiter came in with his cart and he rolled it to a table in the room. He
placed the dinners on the table.  Pat gave him a tip and he left.  We sit
and enjoy our dinner and I ask Pat my questions. After dinner, we go back
to the sofa and have an after dinner drink.  I look at my watch and he
says.

"Do you have to be some place Jason?"

"No Pat I just don't want to keep you up," I say.  "You had said earlier
that you were tired."

"I seem to have gotten my second wind," he says smiling and he puts his
hand on my thigh.  "Am I keeping you up," he asks and slowly starts to rub
my thigh.

"Ah ... no ... Pat," I stammer.  He more aggressively moves his hand to my
crotch and I jump up to my feet. He smiles at me and says.

"Come now Jason, I saw how you were looking at me earlier," he says and
extends his hand to me.  I take it in mine and he pulls me down to the
sofa.  He raps his arms around me and kisses me long and hard.  Our tongues
meet and they search each other's mouth.  My breathing gets shallow as his
hand moves to my crotch.  He briskly rubs my cock through my pants and then
fumbles with the zipper.  He stands, pulls me up, and leads me to the
bedroom.  He slowly undresses me stopping periodically to admire what he
sees.

"I can assume that you will use discretion here," he asks me.  "My career
could be on the line you know."

"Yes Pat, my lips are sealed," I tell him and he kisses me.  He lays me
down on the bed and climbs in between my legs.  His warmth and scent is
intoxicating.  He knows what he wants and goes about getting it, taking
what he wants.  He kisses me briefly, and then sits up and lifts my legs.
He goes down on my ass and starts to kiss and lick my crack.  His tongue
finds my hole and he plunges it in.  Oh, fuck my ass rises to give him
more.  He fucks my ass hole with his tongue and brings me close to cumming.

"Oh fuck ... fuck me Pat ... I am so close," I tell him moaning and
panting.  He lifts up and reaches to the bed stand for some KY.  He applies
it to my hole and more to his cock. His cock is fat, cut, and long.  He
crawls forward some and puts his cock to my hole.  He starts to push, I
push back, and his cock head pops in.

"Oh fuck Pat, stop please."  I yell out.  "Give me a minute. This is my
first time doing this," I tell him.

"You're a virgin," he asks.  "Have you ever been with a man before?"

"No Pat you're the first.  I have never even had a blowjob before." I tell
him.  He waits until he feels me relax, pushes a few more inches in, and
stops.  He does this until he is finally all the way in.  He slowly starts
to fuck me, slow and gentle.  Once he notices me getting into it he picks
up the pace.  He starts to fuck me more aggressively now and is pounding me
fast and hard.  My breaths come in spurts as he pummels my ass.  `Oh fuck I
will not walk straight tomorrow,' I think to myself.  He moves a bit and
now he is hitting my prostate.  I can feel my balls start to boil as my cum
starts to rise.  He fucks with a vengeance, and shows me no mercy.  My ass
is on fire as he continues to pound away.  My cum is rising and I can feel
it about to shoot.

"Fuck Pat I'm cumming," I yell and I shoot rope after rope of hot cum all
over my chest.  I keep shooting and I don't know where it is coming from.
Never before have I cum like this.  "Oh fuck me harder and faster Pat," I
yell as he slams into my ass.  He pushes my legs to my chest as I feel his
cock swell.  He shoots deep into my ass cooling the fire that was burning.
Oh, fuck he is shooting and it leaks out my ass and down my balls.  He
fucks me long and hard until he stops shooting. His cock goes soft and
falls out of my ass and he drops down on top of me.  He gives me a brief
kiss and gets up slapping my ass and saying.

"Good fuck kid," and he heads to the bathroom.  I lay there feeling like a
cheap whore who had just done a john.  How could he be so insensitive I
thought to myself.  He comes back into the room and says as he tosses me a
towel,

"Not dressed yet," and I get up and wipe the cum from my chest, find my
clothes, and get dressed.  He says `you need a ride or can you walk.'  I
tell him I will walk.  He turns and grabs his wallet and tosses me a c
note.

"What the fuck is this for," I ask looking shocked at him.

"That was the best fuck I ever had and a virgin to boot," he says with a
smirk.  "Remember not a word kid, ok."  I just nod yes and take the money
and leave.  I felt like a whore as I rode the elevators down to the lobby.
As I got off his press secretary was sitting in the lobby.  When Carl saw
me exit the elevator, he quickly came over to me and took me by the arm.
He led me to a secluded spot and said.

"I can tell by your face that you are very upset." He said.  "I know what
happened and I can't say it enough how sorry I am that it did."

"Oh fuck does the whole city know what happened," I ask and my eyes start
to tear.  "I feel like a cheap whore the way I was treated." I tell him as
the tears fall down my face.  He pulls me into a vacant ball room and tells
me,

"Young man what happened tonight must not get out." He says.  "I know your
feelings are hurt and you may not understand what just happened up there.
I need you to keep silent about this please." He pleads.

"I won't say anything to know one, how could I," I say.  "I don't know why
he just used me and tossed me aside like an old rag," I say.  "All I came
for was an interview.  He was my hero you know." I said and started to cry
harder.  He held me in his arms and tried to comfort me.  He just held me
and rubbed my back.  After a while he asks,

"Are you gay Jason?"

"Yes, but I do not deserve to be treated like that," I tell him.

"I know son you don't, nobody does." He says.  "Where are you headed now,"
he asks me.

"Back to my dorm room.  I have to walk because I rode here with him," I
tell him.  Carl tells me to wait a minute and disappears.  He comes back
and says,

"Come on son, I'll drive you back to your dorm."  We walk out to a car and
get in.  We drive back in silence until we reach my dorm.  I thank him and
get out.  I walk to my dorm entrance and decide not to go in.  I need to
think so I walk for a while.  Maybe I did something wrong I thought but
what.  I need to talk to him; now where did he say he would be tomorrow?  I
think for a bit and then remember.  He will be at his campaign office on
Pearl Street.  I will go and see him tomorrow and try to make heads out of
all this.  I went to my room and Tom was asleep when I came in.  As soon as
I turned on the light over my bed, he woke up.

"Hey Jas, how was it tonight.  You get to meet the dude," he asks.

"Yeah I met him and he's just a guy, dude." I tell him.

"Just a guy. He is all you have been talking about for a month asshole, and
now he's just a guy." He says.

"What I mean is, he's a great speaker and crowd motivator.  But he is just
like you and I," I tell him knowing it is a lie.  "I got my interview and
all and we had a good talk."

The next morning I catch a bus to Pat's headquarters.  The place is hopping
with excitement.  As I walk in Carl sees me and comes right over to me.

"Hey Jason what are you doing here," he asks.

"I need to talk to him for just a minute please," I tell him. "A minute is
all I need and then I will be gone."

"Well, he is in with the press at the moment.  Why don't you wait over here
until they finish." He says.

"The press you say." I take off for the office that Carl had pointed out.
He is scrambling behind me trying to head me off.  As I get to the door I
open it and Carl puts his hand on mine and just gives me a look.  I pull my
hand away and enter the room.  Pat is up front taking questions and sees me
enter.  His eyes watch me as I maneuver down the side towards the front.
He stops in mid sentence and says,

"Gentlemen, here he is now," and he motions his hand towards me.  "My new
public liaison minister." He motions me to come up and I hesitate.  I
finally come up and he whispers in my ear. "Forgive me Jason, I will
explain later."  He introduces me to the crowd of reporters and they raise
their hands to ask me questions.  He holds up his hands and says,

"Please no questions at this time.  Lets wait until the election is final
and then we will be glad to answer all your questions." He says and we walk
off the stage.  He takes me to his private office and says.

"First let me apologize for my behavior last night Jason.  I was a total
ass to you and you did not deserve the way I treated you.  I know you are a
bit surprised by what happened out there just now.  I want to offer you
that position in my administration.  I didn't have a number to reach you at
and I thought about what happened last night after Carl chewed me a new
asshole.  So kid what do you say, you want the job," he asks.

"First, your right, I did not deserve to be treated like some street whore.
You hurt me deeply, especially when you tossed me a hundred dollar bill.
It made me feel cheap and used.  You were my hero and to do what you did to
me hurt me so fucking much I cried most of the night.  Secondly, what is
this job you just offered me.  Is it to keep my mouth shut, or do you feel
I could actually do the job.  I don't know how you would seeing that you
just met me last night."

"No Jason I like you and not just as a piece of ass, though that was
great," he says. "You have potential and I would like to have you in this
position.  You have a way with people and your looks aren't bad either."

"Gee thanks." I say.  "What does this position entail," I ask.

"Well, you will be the go between, between me and the public.  If there is
a problem, they come to you with it and you will come to me.  I then will
deal with it and advise you as to what to say to the concerned party or
parties." He says.  "I know you don't graduate until May but this shouldn't
take to much of your time at first.  So what do you think son?"

"Do I have to let you know this instant," I ask him.

"Well yes, because I just announced that you were the one to fill that
position." He says rather sharply.

"Ok I guess I will then." I say. He comes over, takes me in his arms, and
kisses me.  I pull away from him and ask him,

"What the fuck is that for?"

"It goes with the territory," he says. He grabs me again and kisses me hard
as a man would kiss a one nightstand.  It feels empty and cheap and his
touch makes my skin crawl.  I let him and think to myself, `this could
launch a career if I play my cards right,' and I kiss him back.  His arms
hold me hard and tight and his tongue forces it way into my mouth.

"I knew you would come around," he says.  "Now lets get you out of that
dorm and into my place." He tells me with no room for discussion on my
part.  "What do you have left for classes until you graduate," he asks.

"Actually I have just one more class to take.  I arranged it that way so
that I might get a work fellowship to get me some experience.  I can even
take that class on-line," I tell him.

"All the better, now how long to get your shit together and moved out of
that dorm," he asks rather coldly.

"Not long but won't that be kind of suspicious looking, me moving in with
you." I ask.

"You are expected to be at my side and what better way than to share the
governor's mansion," he says. "And you will be at my beckon call."  He
tells me.  He leaves me in the room and I start to think.  `I just sold
myself for a career, and I'm nothing more than a political whore,' I
thought.  `Well one must do what one must do to get ahead,' I say to myself
and walk out of the room.  Carl almost bumps into me as I am walking out.

"How you doing Jason," he asks.

"Much better now," I say with a touch of sarcasm.  "He wants to treat me
like a whore than I will be an expensive one," I tell him with bitterness
to my voice.

"Jason don't son," he says. "Don't sell your soul to him for what seems to
be justified in your eyes.  Walk away before it's to late and you are in to
deep," he begs me.

"Carl how deep are you in for," I ask him.  "What was your selling price
for your soul?" He hung his head down and said nothing.  I felt awful for
talking to him that way. He had done nothing to me and he was only looking
out for my well-being.  `So now, it begins,' I think to myself, `the
process of buying and selling.'  I look at his hurt face, turn, and walk
away.  I go out to the pressroom, and Pat is holding a press conference.
The polls have him ahead almost ten to one.  I go to the lectern and he
suspiciously steps aside.  I turn to him, smile, and then back to the press
and say,

"From now on, all questions will be directed to me concerning his honor the
governor.  As his new Public Liaison I will field all questions," I tell
the press and turn to Pat and he smiles and winks.


Later that evening...

"Well the polls have been closed now for several hours Pat," I tell him.
"I think its time that you make a call to Bob Preston.  He needs to concede
the race and admit his defeat."

"I have created a monster haven't I," he said.  "It is going to be so good
fucking that ass tonight Jas." He says.

"Well we are going to have a negotiation about that Pat," I tell him.
"Everything now will come with a price." I say and hand him the phone.  He
takes it from me and I can see the fear in his eyes. "Remember your whore
needs to be paid." I say and walk from the room.  I pass Carl on the way
out and nod in his direction.  He is holding a letter of sorts but I have
things to do and do not have time now to concern myself with him.  I walk
outside, pull out a cigarette, and light it.  I am thinking to myself as I
take a drag.  `What have I become and where will it take me.  Have I really
given any thought to this path I have now chosen?' I just shrug my
shoulders and take another drag. Pat comes out and joins me. He looks at me
with anxiety in his eyes.

"Jason we need to talk son," he says.

"Yes Pat we do." I tell with boldness in my voice. "And let me start the
conversation." I tell him.  "First I am not your son, I had a dad and he
respected me.  Secondly, my ass is mine and mine alone. If you want it, you
have to pay for it. I have plans for the future and I plan to achieve
them. As payment for fucking me you will help me attain my goals, is that
clear Pat," I ask looking at him with determination in my eyes. "Also if
you want out tell me and we can have a press conference telling your public
how you practically raped an innocent boy last night."

"Raped," he yells forgetting where he is. "You seemed to be the one yelling
fuck me harder and deeper, boy." He says with anger in his voice.

"Well who do you think your public will believe a young innocent student or
a middle age politician."  I said with vengeance to my voice. "Besides do
you really want that kind of scandal so early in your career," I ask him
and his face is white with fear. "I thought not."

"Am I allowed to be governor at least," he asks.

"Yes, I have no interest in being in that low of an office. Now lets go
home and you can ride your sweet boy you so dearly paid for, ok love." I
look at him and he is a man defeated. `Now you know how Bob Preston feels,'
I think to myself.  We head over to WCAX television station for the grand
announcement declaring Pat the new governor of Vermont.

"Now remember, put on that winning smile love," I tell him as we get out of
the limo. He goes in and the crowd goes wild. He waves and for a moment,
the old Pat is back. He works the crowd and when Bob Preston shows up, he
gives him a hug and a handshake, much to Bob's surprise. We finally head
home around one and we shower and crawl into bed. He spoons me into him and
kisses the back of my neck and whispers,

"I am so so sorry Jason for last night.  Will you ever forgive me?" He says
but I fake sleep.  He pulls me close and puts his arm over my chest. His
touch makes me want to scream but I endure it for a price. `What price is
that,' I ask myself before I fall to sleep.

To be continued ...

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