Dad's MAGA Mutt

An All-American patriot.

This photo should be in school textbooks as an example of what a REAL MEN looks like: unshakable aura, gun in hand, absolute confidence, stars and stripes and loud patriotism.

A switch flipped in my brain. I climbed out of the pool and crawled over to my brother. I whimpered as my tongue lapped over the soles of his feet. My cock hardened. My hole twitched.

"Oh shit," my friend said.

"Yeah. Flex and say that, and my little bro turns into a complete little bitch. You get him to 'woof' when you're done and it's over."

As he watched me suck on my brother's toes, my former-best friend asked the question that permanently changed my life, "I mean, he seems happy, so why ever turn it off?"

After a moment of silence, my brother said, "Huh."

I'm vaguely aware I got hypnotized. And I'm vaguely aware that I could probably fight it off and get back to normal.

Ok so this is an experiment, not sure if I’ll do any more of these but I've already been toying with the idea of turning my comics into something longer form, and some people have already asked for it so I thought I’d give it a try. The story is for better or worse 100% free of any AI. It's an adaptation of my first longer form comic with a bit of extra dialogue and inner thoughts. This is also my first story like this i've ever written so advice appreciated.

New School, New Jason

“Ugh” Jason sighed as the door to his college dorm room swung open for the first time. He had hoped to get lucky and get a single room to himself but to his unfortunate surprise not only was he sharing a room with someone but if the decorations and smell coming from the other side of the room were anything to go by then he and his roommate were not going to get along very well either.

“Great, looks like my roommate is a dumb, smelly, jock.” Jason said out loud to no one in particular.

Jason had not had many interactions with the jock crowd in his life but from what few interactions he did have he was sure he made the right decision to stay away. From an early age Jason was always different from the other boys, preferring hanging out with the girls and “boring” topics like history and later politics to sports or hanging out with other boys. It was thus no surprise when he came out in middle school as gay. While most people accepted him the jock crowd, (which was already being consumed by toxic alpha bro mindset) just saw it as another reason to exclude Jason. For his part Jason barely noticed or cared about the rejection and just assumed all jocks were the same toxic stereotype and went on living his life as if they didn’t even exist. Now however he would be forced to share living space with one, at least for a while.

‘‘Maybe he’ll flunk out halfway through the year and I’ll get the room to myself’ Jason absentmindedly thought as he moved over to his side of the room and began unpacking. Jason tried to stay focused on unpacking but the smell of unwashed gym socks and dirty jock straps permeated the entire dorm room. ‘The semester’s only started, how can he have that many unwashed socks already?’ Jason thought silently, trying to maintain his composure. Eventually however the smell became overwhelming and Jason said out loud “Just my luck I get stuck with a MAGA meathead”

“Meathead eh” a deep voice said from behind Jason. Jason hadn’t heard the jock enter the room and now a massive arm was coming down to rest on his shoulder, pulling him into an awkward bro hug. It was sticky with sweat and the sheer weight of his entire arm sat uncomfortably on his shoulder, almost like a boulder pinning him in place.

“I’m Chad by the way” the voice continued “not Meatbead”

“Sorry I didn’t know you were there” Jason mumbled half surprised, half embarrassed before continuing on to say “I’m Jason.”

“Jace, I like it” Chad said confidently as if he was telling Jason what his name was.

Before Jason could interrupt and correct Chad by saying “No my name is Jason not Jace” Chad continued on with his sentence.

“No worries bro I’m sure I’ll change your mind about me soon anyway” Chad said as he smirked knowingly.

For a moment the tone in which Chad said it made Jason’s mind register it more as a threat than a confident boast of his likability. After a moment of awkward silence with Jason still trapped under Chad's arm Jason tried to extricate himself from the situation by shifting his weight under the arm.

“Just relax for me bro.”

Confused by what Chad was saying Jason looked up into Chad’s eyes. Thoughts like ‘Were they always spirals?’ ‘That red glow is so inviting’ and ‘I should relax’ instantly flooded Jason’s mind. It was that last one that seemed the most dangerous. It was somehow both simultaneously a foreign thought placed there by malevolent forces and yet said in Jason’s inner voice with such conviction that it must be real right? Unable to maintain his train of thought, his face was visibly relaxed and he unconsciously mucked the word….

“Relax”

“That’s right, relax and let your new bro help you out”

Jason’s mind was slow, sluggish, foggy. His own thoughts seemed muffled and the only clear voice rising above the noise was Chad’s. Thoughts like ‘New bro? What is he talking about? I don't even know him’ and ‘He’s doing something to me’ were swatted away and replaced with ones like “of course Chad is my best bro” or “I want Chad to like me’.

“New Bro” Jason says as his eyes roll back into his head.

“That's right bro I’m gonna help you relax and think right” Chad continued.

Instantly new thoughts that were simultaneously foreign yet completely natural slammed into Jason’s mind. ‘Think right? Do I think wrong?’ ‘I should think like Chad.’ ‘Chad will tell me the right way to think!’

“Think right,” Jason mumbled.

“That’s right from now on you're gonna think right. You love sports, beer, and girls” Chad's voice continued.

Once again Jason’s mind was bombarded with conflicting thoughts. ‘I hate sports, they're boring and frivolous ,and fun, and awesome. I love spots more than anything!’ ‘Beer? Gross I only have the occasional fruity cocktail, I mean unless the bros are offering free beer. Can’t turn down free beer. Hey I should get more beer from one of the bros’ ‘Girls? Gross! I’m a gold star gay I’ll have you know. Well maybe there’s one or two girls I’d fuck. Mmm I need a good fuck…where’s a chick when you need them’. As Jadon’s mind absorbed these new truths about himself he once again repeated the words and locked in the changes.

“Sports, beer, girls” Jace began repeating.

Once again Chad began speaking and said “That’s right bro you love chicks, but you know what you love more then chicks? MAGA.”

This almost broke Jace completely as the last truly stubborn remnants of Jason’s mind fought with all their strength to reject the MAGA programming. He remembered how much he and his entire family hated Trump and the Republican Party. He remembered joining protests against Trump and helping on campaigns he wasn’t even old enough to vote in. He remembered as soon as he turned 18 last year he registered with the DSA. He remembered the joy he felt when Zohran Mamdani won, feeling like America had finally turned a corner. For one brief moment it truly seemed like Jason would rally to win the battle for control and keep his freedom. Sure he might be straight and into sports now but he would keep his soul, he wouldn’t become another MAGAt.

And then Chad spoke again.

“You love MAGA more then chicks”

And just like the last vestiges of Jason melted away and new thoughts are etched into Jace’s mind. Thoughts of Trump being the best president of all time. Thoughts that the alphabet mafia has gone too far. Thoughts that the Democrats are the real villains. He began thinking how excited he will be to vote for Republicans in his first election. The worst part is that for the first time since this horrible trance began these thoughts don’t feel foreign at all. They were thoughts Jsce himself genuinely believes.

Unable to resist any longer Jace mumbles “MAGA”

As that last lone, broken, MAGA tumbles out of Jace’s mouth the vibe of the entire room instantly shifts. Chad can sense that he has won, that Jace’s mind lies broken and open to him. That Jason is no more and only Jace remains.With no resistance left Chad was able to quickly finish out the changes to Jace’s mind which included an obsession with working out as well as significant loss IQ, before successfully reawakening Jace.

As Jace begins to wake up his mind feels slow and foggy as though his thoughts are swimming in molasses. Jace quickly realized I was just easier to not think. Not thinking felt good. Then Jace thought that working out feels good. He needs to go hit the gym. Maybe his best bro Chad wants to hit the gym with him? Jace's train of thought was interrupted when Chad opened his mouth.

“How you feeling bro”

“Bro I feel fucking awesome!” Jace responded “Wanna hit the gym with me”

Without missing a beat Chad responds with “Fuck yeah bro, but yo can’t go like that. Here put these on.” As he handed Jace a folded Trump shirt and red MAGA hat.

For the briefest nanosecond some part of Jace wanted to respond with disgust, but what should he? Trump was the best president he would love to wear Trump gear.

“Thanks bro, you always have my back” Jace said as he eagerly took the clothes and changed into it.