Disillusion

Rick didn’t resent the man. Not really, or not too much. He was a cold-blooded snake, certainly, but he had to be to do what he did for political candidates. And he did what he did very well. Rick wasn’t so dumb or unobservant not to know that, if Jenkins won—and it now looked quite likely that he would—Herald Hastings had made all of the difference. So anyone who wanted Jenkins to win needed to be nice and accommodating to Herald Hastings. Or so Rick’s justifying mantra went.

Hastings had been straight with him on the fringe duties of Rick’s job as the coordinator of the college-age volunteers. He had fucked Rick even before he’d offered him the job. Rick hadn’t reported it, even when it continued after he’d gotten the position. He saw Jason Jenkins as being so upright and straight laced that he surely would have fired Hastings on the spot and would have done little to try to cover up why. Even Rick could see that this would be the death knell of Jenkins’ campaign. Hastings was just too closely identified with this run at Congress. And Jenkins had to win. He was the only completely honest and incorruptible politician Rick had seen in the state—ever.

In addition, Rick needed this position. He was studying political science at the university. This was his sophomore project. He needed this to satisfy his project requirements and for the A grade it guaranteed him. And he was gaining experience and networking he’d need for when he got into politics himself. He wasn’t so dumb as not to know there were Herald Hastings types in this business. But he also knew there were damn few Jason Jenkins in this business. Rick couldn’t rock that boat.

Besides, Rick was actively gay and a bottom. He’d never done it for a guy as old as Hastings before, but Hastings wasn’t a toad. And he had good technique. Rick couldn’t say that he wouldn’t have gone with Hastings for a bit of money even without everything else Rick was getting out of this experience—including the protection and support of Herald Hastings.