The Nato Conference He Didn't Expect

Chapter two: Uh Oh, Electric Boogaloo

"Yes. It is I, Putin." Putin said in a teasing tone. Donald stuttered with his words. "B-But..you aren't part of Nato!!" he said, getting a little upset. How dare Vladimir show up uninvited?? "Don't care, Didn't ask. I smelled the scent of something brewing while I was in Russia, and it wasn't the scent of Donald's weewee." He scoffed and looked at the quivering pile of maple syrup tears, cum and piss, also known as Justin. "What a mess." Putin tsked. It smelled horrible in there. He looked down in shame, only to notice some beans had gotten onto his shoes.

"Boris, you whore, you got beans on my shoeskis!" Vladimir shouted. Boris quivered a little. "Putin, I am so sorry! Here uh...Justin will clean them for ya! My bad." he said sheepishly as he picked up the piss soaked Justin by the scruff of his suit. "ah- wha??" Justin looked around, confused. "I-I don't have any wipes.." he said, shrugging a little. "Well, looks like there is only one way to clean his shoes. Go on then!" Boris tossed him over to Vladimir. Justin looked confused. He wasn't really about to like the Russian man's shoes was he?? He couldn't. He had already stooped the lowest he could go. He was about to retaliate, only for Vladimir to stomp Justin's head to the floor. "You heard him, lick em clean. I don't want a speck unlicked." he said coldly. Justin quivered and sobbed a little. His stomach churned as he proceeded to drag his tongue along the shoes of the Russian President, and my, it was a horrid taste.

The taste of russian poverty and dog shit was never so potent to Trudeau before. His eyes watered and he gagged as he licked his left shoe clean. "Ah-ew-ugh-" he gagged as he soon finished, gagging violently again, his stomach growled as it churned.

Boris had been stuffing his face with beans on toast, which he seemed to be pulling out of nowhere. "Good one, Vladimir! I was wondering if you would like to teach Justin here a lesson on banging Donald's wife?" he said, his mouth full of toasted bread and saucy beans. Vladimir looked at Justin, thinking for a moment. "..I mean, I did have no reason to come here." He said to himself. He shrugged. "Okay. Sure."

Donald pursed his lips at Justin, grabbing him. "Wait!! Hey!! I-I learned my lesson!!" Justin cried out, only to have the rest of his piss clothes ripped off him. "A-Are you even listening??" he was plopped back onto the ground. "No. Now I call the mouth!!" Boris chimed in. Donald didn't call anything and just picked up Justin, unzipping his pants as he got Justin in his lap. However, he turned the Canadian up, giving Putin room to double penetrate him. Vladimir sighed and looked at Justin. The fear in his eyes made him smile a little, only for him to whip out the glorious cock and communism and slapped it against Justin's cum dripping hole. "Please no!" Justin shakily cried out, only to gasp as Putin slammed his hammer and sickle tatooed penis into Justin's tight taint, only for Trumpie to do the same.

Justin moaned out as he was double penetrated, the feeling of two apposing political ideologies rearranging his anus was too much. "G-Gahh~!! O-Ooh~!!" moaned the stuffed Canadian, making a bit of an aheago face. He was about to let out another moan as the two presidents went more rough inside of him, but Boris had other ideas, and shoved his greasy micro penis into Justin's drooling mouth. His eyes widened as he tasted cheese, gagging a little as Boris thrusted into his mouth, showing no mercy. For some reason, Boris had taken his pants completely off. He probably took his pants completely off at the urinal too.

It was 5 minutes of this, Boris face fucking Justin, grunting like a rabid animal, and the two apposing presidents seemingly battling over dominance. Whoever thought was winning, it was Donald who was slamming Justin's prostate over and over. "Fuck! Justin, youre so tight-" Donald grunted, wanting to go deeper then Vladimir. He wanted to pleasure Justin more, wanting to make him his little bitch. But it was already working, Justin's mind going blank from pleasure. He could only choke and drool out moans as he gave the british prime minister head.

"B-Bloody hell-" Boris grunted, but his eyes widened a little as his stomach roared. "Uh...I...Donald?" Boris asked, his tone sounding unsure and slightly panicked.

"W-What??" Donald said, getting Frustrated with Vladimir.

"I-I...I gotta shit." Boris said, wincing a little.

"Why are you telling me this??" Donald growled. "Go shit! I'm not your dad"

Boris sighed shakily, hesitating, but he pulled out of Justin's mouth. Only for him to absolutely rip ass. The loud wet fart went on for a straight minute, and smelled like spoiled milk and rotten eggs,along with literally dog feces. Justin gagged as it was right by his face. "BORIS!! THAT IS SO DISGUSTING." Donald shouted, instantly getting turned off. Putin just pulled away all together, not even wanting to be around it. "M-My apologies I-" Boris started, but it was too late.

The spray of Boris's ass unleashed onto the Canadian, the diarrhea shit river spilled out onto the poor prime minister. It took Justin a moment to realize what happened, but when he did, he screamed. "AHH!!" he cried. At this point, Boris had unleashed the kraken and let it all out, his liquid warm shit smelled like that of dog vomit and rancid beans, and there was even undigested beans within the putrid mix. It had the consistency of chocolate milk. Donald had scrambled away, lucky enough not to get any on him, Donald gasped for air, but the horrid scent was too much for him to handle, his stomach roared as he vomited all over the floor, letting loose his entire breakfast of 12 egg mcmuffins and 5 shamrock shakes, along with 5 subway sandwiches. It splattered all over the floor, it was a mixture of chunky and fluid.

Donald however was not the only one throwing up, as Justin finally threw up, but only a little bit of bile, and it joined the river of shit onto his chest. Boris needed to get to the toilet, and fast, because he wasn't even half done emptying his bowels. He thrashed off Justin...but doing this, he went over his head, and the trail of diarrhea followed his ass. Justin's eyes widened in horror as he tasted beans and spoiled milk, along with Boris's methane. "Ah-Ah-OHMYGOD-" Justin screamed as he tried to run to get water, but slipped in the shit and vomit, falling face first into the chunky mess and skidding across the floor. He was screaming in absolute terror.

Putin could not stomach watching this. He was about to up-chuck, so he ran to where the bathroom was. Boris was unleashing into the toilet, as he had too much beans. He groaned loudly, but Putin did not care. He tackled into the bathroom and threw up into Boris Johnson's lap. Boris yelled in disgust, Putin however not caring at this point.

"VLADIMIR WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK!!" Boris screamed, not knowing what to do with the vomit pool in his lap. The vomit had gotten into Boris's blonde pubic hairs and stained them a milky white, his barf reached of rancid ice cream and vodka.

"OPEN YOUR FUCKING LEGS." Vladimir shouted, prying Boris's legs apart and unleashing a third wave of vomit into the shit filled bowl below. Boris groaned out in disgust as he felt Putin's vomit run down his inner thighs and down his balls. However, the other stream of rancid excrement was two much for the bowl to handle. As soon as Vladimir's commie vomit hit the bowl, it splashed back into his face. The mixture of russian vomit and british diarrhea was putrid.

Putin screamed in horror and whipped around, running his head under the sink and unleashing soap onto his face. Boris was crying. "OH GOD. OH MY GOD.." he cried. Putin was also crying. "WHY THE БЛЯДЬ DID I COME HERE!?" he sobbed.

Meanwhile, Justin had found Putin's vodka stash and was drenching himself in it, disinfecting himself. He was sobbing, his blue eyes full of tears. His one eye had gone red and was now pussing, confirming he indeed had pink eye. Donald had sat up, wiping his mouth and standing.

"Justin, I am so sorry. I did not expect this. This is very humiliating I can imagine." Donald said in a sad-ish tone. Justin just sobbed in response. Donald felt bad, and went to approach him. Justin had been cleaned of the vomit and shit and piss, so Donald hugged him gently. Justin peeped a little and looked at Donald...

Boris soon came out, the shit and vomit wiped off his thighs the best he could, Putin was now burning because he poured bleach all over himself.

"We gotta make this up to him.." Donald said. Boris and Vladimir nodded in agreement.

Then, Boris got an idea.

END OF CHAPTER 2.