For David
Prologue: John's Story
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I waved to the crowd as I delivered the last few lines of the stump speech I'd given dozens of times before, and the only thing that changed about it was the city I greeted in the beginning. I glanced up at the sign on the back of the gymnasium wall that showed my name in big bold white letters on a blue background. JOHN BAKER: For Governor. For Oregon. It was May 14, 2014. Six days before the primary election that propelled me to the Governorship of Oregon.
You can definitely call me a career politician. I've been interested in politics since I was about 9 years old, and on November 3, 1992, the same night Bill Clinton was elected President, yours truly was elected to the Oregon State Senate to represent District 5, which runs right down the coast from North Bend to Newport to Lincoln City. I was a 22-year-old kid who ran for office with nothing more than a bunch of homemade flyers and wound up winning.
And I stayed ever since. I was re-elected in 1996, 2000, 2004, 2008, and 2012. I decided to throw my hat into the ring for governor because I was in the middle of my term and even if I lost, I'd still have my job in the Senate to come back to. But May 14, 2014 was also the day that I completely ruined my entire political career.
December 19, 2016
Good evening. This is a KOIN-TV investigative special, I'm Jim Thomas. Tonight's news special is not for children and contains some very sexually explicit conversations. Under normal circumstances, we would never put this sort of subject matter on TV, however we have a duty to inform you of what is going on in your state capitol in Salem.
What you're going to hear will be shocking, infuriating, disgusting, and at times horrifying. But you need to know that this is what's been going on in Salem on your dime as a taxpayer of Oregon. We do this not to sensationalize this story, and nor do we do it with any sort of political agenda. We're just trying to report the news in the best way we can.
Tonight you'll be hearing the stories of some of the 19 interns who say they were pressured and manipulated into having sex with Governor Baker. Their identities are protected. Some refused to talk to us, but tonight, we're giving a platform to all those who wanted to tell their stories.
Nobody in the media or even staffers within the Capitol had any idea of what was going on behind the scenes even after Governor Baker came out as gay in May of 2015. This story has swelled from the original report of one intern having an affair with the Governor to what we know now: The Governor's office being used as a de facto brothel. So without further due, we present tonight's special.
Justin's Story
I applied to be an intern with the Governor's office because I wanted the experience and a letter of recommendation from a Governor. Instead, I had my life ruined. I had my name defamed. I had my picture plastered all over every news outlet for something that I was the victim of and that I couldn't find the courage to tell anyone. My boss used me as his own personal sex toy and somebody blabbed to the media and now I'm the butt of the same jokes they used to tell about Monica Lewinsky.
In February 2015 I came onboard as an intern with the Governor's office and before I knew it, I was in over my head. I basically lived at the Capitol and ended up dropping half my college classes. I was supposed to be able to do a full load of courses my freshman year and do my internship. After a year, they told me that they'd either keep all 200 of us on as interns, offer us jobs immediately, offer us a job for after graduation, or we'd just leave with a letter of recommendation.
After I was selected by his staff to be an intern, I met Baker personally and as soon as I walked into his office, I felt like I was being sized up. As he shook my hand, he seemed to be looking me over.
"Hi, good to meet you," he said. "Where are you from?"
"Medford," I replied trying to sound confident. "I go to school here in Salem at Willamette."
"Ah nice. Did you play any sports in high school," he asked as I noticed his eyes falling down beneath my head. I don't think I'm all that attractive, but I knew when I walked into that room that fireworks were going off. My tanned-looking skin and gelled-up short haircut seemed to get the most of his attention.
"I was a swimmer, but I'm not anymore."
"That makes sense. You're in really good shape."
"Uh, thanks," I managed.
By the end of our meeting, I started re-thinking this whole idea until the next day, when I got the message that the Governor had decided what role I'd play: I was to be his media briefing specialist. He'd be seeing me every morning as I'd give him a rundown of what media outlets and interviews he had for the day. I knew there had to be a reason for why he was selecting me for a job where he'd see me every day, and I sure found out soon enough.
One day in March, about a week and a half after I'd started giving the Governor his briefings, he kept me for a bit in his office.
"We have an interview with KTVZ from Bend at 4:00 this afternoon, and the press is waiting for a statement on the upcoming budget," I said running down my list.
"Sounds good," he replied. "Why don't you have a seat for a minute. I've got a few minutes and the pain-in-the-ass reporters can wait." He motioned for me to sit on the couch on the other side of his office and I complied, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He sat down next to me and put his arm around me.
"So, you have a girlfriend?" he asked.
"I think I'm gay," I replied quietly. "Not quite sure though."
"Well you know there's only one way to find out, right?" he said as his arm moved from across my shoulders down to my pants. I froze.
"I don't think this is such a good idea," I replied, my voice shaking.
"Don't worry about it," he replied getting off the couch and onto his knees. He unzipped my pants and removed my 3-inch flaccid dick and started fondling me just right until my three inches became five and a half.
"You ever had a blowjob before?" He looked up from my hard member and smiled.
"I'm a virgin," I said, shaking with excitement and trepidation. I really didn't want to do this but it was so naughty and so new and I felt like I couldn't say no. I wasn't going to turn down a BJ but I really would have liked better circumstances.
"Well good, I'm glad I could be your first time," he said as he took me in his mouth. His lips enveloped my dick and his tongue teased my head and shaft as I shivered and shook even more. He really knew what he was doing and before I could even think about what to say, I was exploding in his mouth, and he was taking every drop of it.
I was shell shocked the rest of the day. I got through my duties and walked back to my apartment and the first thing I did was rip off my clothes and get in the shower. After an hour, I crawled into bed worrying about what would happen the next day.
The next few days it kept happening. The day after it first happened, he had me do it to him. He brought me into his office first thing in the morning like he always did, and he shut the door.
"Today we're going to play `Bill and Monica," he told me. "Get under the desk," he said as he stepped out from behind his chair, his dress pants unzipped and his cock fully hard in a blaze of glory. Fearing what might happen if I didn't, I complied, and took his six-inch dick in my mouth. I wasn't sure exactly what I was doing, but I tried my best to mimic what he'd done to me the day before. He was moaning, so I kept going and then it happened. I got a mouthful and I felt so dirty, but not as dirty as I did the day after that.
The day after, I came into work and he greeted me as he normally did. After I handed him his media schedule and he looked it over, he looked up at me and said, "Ready to try something a little more adventurous?"
This was really naughty. It was also against my professional ethics. But I couldn't bring myself to say no as he led me into a bathroom down the corridor from his office that led to a near-secret exit. After he locked the door, he led me into a stall and completely disrobed me. He pulled a bottle of lube out of his suit jacket and set it down on the toilet paper dispenser before he stripped down and hung his clothes on the hangers that were on the stall hook. He had me kneel on top of the toilet while he dumped a bunch of lube onto his hand. I bowed my head and gritted my teeth in preparation for what was about to come, as his hand entered me.
"Aren't you going to use a condom," I asked him.
"Don't worry about it," he replied.
He then had me lower my hips as he penetrated me, and I moaned. He started going faster and I tried to breathe as he kept bucking against me, flopping like a fish in the bottom of a rowboat. I felt him cum as I finally started to try and catch my breath again. He pulled out of me and started rubbing my feet and whispering in my ear. "You're such a beautiful boy," he said trying to sound loving. "All that swimming has carved you out such a beautiful body. I'm so lucky to have you. I love you."
Love me, you just met me three days ago and now..., I thought to myself not letting myself finish the sentence.
This went on for almost two years until the story broke last month and we were all told to resign or be fired, that they were cleaning house to save face. Every day, he'd have me brief him, then he'd have sex with me. I kept doing it because I needed this job and if I didn't then he'd get rid of me. The first thing they did when this story went viral was leak my name to the media and call me a slut and a whore.
After this happened and everybody decided I was such a piece of shit gold digger, I went back to Willamette full-time and started dating a nice guy. I don't even know what's going to happen to Baker, but I hope he rots in hell.
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