Jack slipped off the chair to the floor.  He was starting to feel sick.  Didn't Mark promise him that even though he'd kneel before him, that he wasn't below him?  Mark dropped into the seat like a smug king and set the bowl on the table.  Was he not to be fed at all?  Mark touched his bare back and Jack flinched away.  He wasn't expecting to be touched.  Mark's face turned concerned as he leaned over his legs to ask Jack softly.  "Jack. Speak to me. Why are you suddenly so scared of me? Don't you trust me anymore"?  Jack didn't want to say it, but it slipped out.  Turning to face Mark, Jack spat back sourly.  "I'm not a dog! Was I bad, yes! But I will not eat off this floor like HER"!  Mark raised an eyebrow and shot a look over to where Jack was now pointing.  Chica lifted her muzzle from her food bowl at the loud tone of his voice, taking them in briefly before continuing to eat.  Jack lowered his hand and cringed at himself.  Once again, he had screwed up.  He not only raised his voice to Mark... but he had forgotten to call him by some respectful title.

Mark leaned back in his chair and casually started stirring the spoon around inside the bowl on the table.  Taking a deep breath to help him think, he finally told Jack a little dryly.  "Chica doesn't eat off the floor. She eats from her bowl. And for your information, she is family. Not just some dog. Maybe it would do you well to remember that".  Jack lowered his eyes to the floor and traced the kitchen tiles with his fingers.  He could already feel his punishments piling up.  He just wanted to get them over with already.  He hated waiting for the unknown.  Mark pulled the bowl off the table and held it out for Jack to see, asking him gently.  "Did you think I was going to put this on the floor for you? Is that where this hostility towards Chica is coming from"?  Jack turned his head away.  He didn't want to answer and get himself in any more trouble.  He just couldn't control his mouth right now.  Mark nodded slightly in understanding.  Leaning back, Mark spread his legs wide and pated his thigh. 

Jack peeked at Mark out of the corner of his eye, but didn't move.  What did Mark want him to do?  Then he swallowed hard as an idea hit him.  He wasn't going to do that!  Quickly turning away, Jack tried to hide his blush.  He couldn't do THAT!  Mark snapped his fingers and Jack didn't move.  Rolling his eyes, Mark sighed disappointed.  Trying to train Jack was harder then he had thought.  Leaning forward, Mark hooked his finger around the metal circle on Jack's collar and pulled him in between his legs.  Jack tried to resist and pull back, but only slide against the smooth tile.  When he was nestled between Mark's legs, Mark pulled him up onto his knees.  Jack didn't know where to put his hands, but he braced them on the edge of the chair between Mark's legs.  What did Mark want?  Mark brushed his warm lips over Jack's teasingly, before whispering.  "Stop thinking and listen. Stop trying to guess what I want. I will tell you".

Mark released the loop from his collar, but Jack stayed put to the spot.  Watching Mark pick up the spoon out of the bowl.  Jack's stomach growled as the smell of the chicken dumplings filled his nose.  Why did Mark have to tease him like this?  Mark smirked, watching Jack stare at the spoon of food that he hovering over the bowl.  He looked like a hungry dog... and his stomach even growled like one.  Reaching out with his free hand, Mark stroked Jack's bare arm and whispered softly to him.  "I was going to feed you, you crazy pup".  Jack's gaze finally broke away from the hovering spoon to look at him.  With a comforting smile, Mark looked into those dazzling eyes and told him.  "This is about trust remember? Trust me to take care of you. It's the greatest gift you could ever give me. It's also the hardest thing for me to earn. But I need you to at least give me the chance to try and earn it".

Jack watched Mark pull the spoon to his lips and softly blow across it.  Sending the soft smell right to him.  Without realizing it, Jack started to lean in as Mark started to move the spoon toward him.  Only to pull the spoon away to tell him in a low commanding voice.  "Get back. Let me bring it to you".  Jack slowly returned to his original spot and waited.  He was so hungry.  Mark started to move the spoon toward him again, and this time Jack tried to quickly bite it!  He was fucking hungry!  Mark had a quick pull back though, and he told Jack sternly.  "Jesus, Jack. Wait. I'll tell you when you can have it".  Jack's stomach growled again and he curled his fingers against the chair.  He hated waiting!  The spoon moved agonizingly close.  The metal rim lightly touching his bottom lip and coating it in broth.  Jack's tongue flicked out just a bit to lick it off.

Mark leaned in closer to him and almost seductively to him in a whisper.  "Be nice and you can take it".  Slowly Jack took the spoon into his mouth and allowed Mark to remove it.  Closing his eyes, Jack chewed, savoring the taste of bursting flavors.  He could hear Mark chuckle softly and mumble under his breath.  "You may not want to be a dog, but you sure do act like one".  Jack ignored the comment and just focused on continuing to eat the way Mark wanted.  When Jack was full up, Mark pushed him gently back to stand up from the chair.  It surprised Jack that Mark hadn't eaten yet, but it became clear why when he let Chica out and told him happily.  "Alright, Jack. You can lead the way to the Dungeon".  A chill ran down Jack's back... the last time he went down there he couldn't come out for what felt like ages.  What was this time going to be like?  To Be Continued...