Mark Hurts Davey and Taylor is Affected

You reluctantly stepped out on the porch with your hands raised in front of you. Mark just looked over at Taylor Swift and shook his head then knocked your hands away and grabbed you by the front of your shirt and began to bitch slap you until you became weak in the knees. Mark then grabbed you by the back of your neck as you began to whimper and pushed you out on the front porch causing you to trip and land on your ass. Taylor had to catch herself from almost laughing at how ridiculous her ‘man’ looked stumbling around.

Mark again looked over at Taylor and proposed the second reason … genetics. “Next we consider genetics,” Mark said, taking a step towards you. “I know you libs love to harp on that shit. So, let’s demonstrate the difference between the genetics of a liberal beta male vs an alpha conservative patriot.”

"You’ve got to be kidding me,” Taylor Swift started, but trailed off when Mark once again laid his hands on her 'man'.

"Up we go little Davey,” Mark yanked you to your feet, “time to show off the goods.”

"What do you mean?" You asked teary-eyed as you try to pull from the MAGA bully’s grasp. Taylor looked on quietly while blushing a little bit out of … curiosity.

"We’re going to whip it out like men and your stupid liberal girlfriend is going to decide who is built better for breeding, for leading, for being a real goddamn patriot!” Hearing this you tried to run back into the house. “You’re not going anywhere weakling! You’re staying right the fuck here! Now drop your pants!”

Taylor's heart again pounded in her chest as she felt her face flush with … she took a step forward, her voice shaking as she spoke. "Mark, please … stop it." She glanced at you, uncertain but also with a bit of anticipation. "Davey, sorry, just … do as he says! Show him you’re as much a man as he is."