Senator Richards stared incredulously at the "Debate Rules" letter from CNN. You see, presidential debates had transformed in the first half of the 21st century. According to meme-historian Jacques Bournadelle, the shift began in 2028, when NBC decided to replace a debate with "Presidential Jeopardy", starring Alex Trebek himself. Their ratings tripled those of previous debates, and other networks struggled to catch up with their own stunt-debates, from "American President Idol" to "Ninja Commander-in-chief". This time, CNN's letter contained a single rule: "Each candidate will have twenty uninterrupted, uncensored minutes on stage to display their sexual prowess to the American people."
Richards initially refused. "The most integrity-driven politician of the 21st century" (The Economist, November, 2048), would not support this nonsense. But, after mediocre results in Iowa and New Hampshire, his campaign manager saw no way around it. It was for the greater good.
By the day of the "debate", Richards had practiced his performance with dozens of focus groups. Asked by the moderator: "Senator Richards, would you prefer a male, female, or non-binary sex-assistant?", he replied with rehearsed confidence: "I'll take all three, Paula". The crowd roared. He gently undressed the volunteers, and then himself. The four met in a warm embrace. They kissed and touched passionately: compassion in his eyes, hope and admiration in theirs.
Eight minutes in, he asked them to lie on their backs. From left to right: he, ze, she (focus groups loved symmetry). He massaged, nibbled, and caressed until the tension was unbearable. Then, Richards moved in: a soft-stroke-turned-firm-cock-grip on the left, two playful and confident fingers on the right, and a slow yet decisive thrust in the middle. A triple moan of ecstasy. The crowd erupted in applause. He was killing it.
Tenderly, Richards remembered those for whom he fought: the poor, the sick, the forgotten. It brought tears to his eyes. It also brought an all-too-familiar limpness to his dick. "Oh shit, oh shit!". Going limp now could end his candidacy. And then who would take the White House? Neo-liberal Dave? War-mongering Betsy? Or worse, four more years of Post-neo-fascist Ivanka?
He had to dethrone Ivanka; to show he could fly higher than these rich-kids-turned-politicians; to reach the top of the world. These thoughts of power turned him on, so he let them. As his cock swelled, he pictured Dave, Ivanka and Betsy in front of him. He fucked them hard. He felt their bodies contorting with pleasure. The moans; the cheers; the clock ticking. All under his command. One after another, the volunteers exploded into uncontrollable orgasms. Then, with seconds left, Senator Richards pulled his member out of President Ivanka, releasing the longest cumshot ever recorded on network TV... He had arrived. Just in time for Super Tuesday.
The media adored his performance. "Richards: Long-shot no more", "A point of no return for the Democratic primary", "Cocky Richards leads the polls". Yet, the night he swept Super Tuesday, Senator Richards sat alone in his office, drinking to integrity, power, and shame.