Jack's breath caught in his throat, watching the metal clip of the green leach drop to the floor between Mark's legs.  Jack kept his eyes low, following the clip drag across the floor as Mark moved slowly out of sight.  Gulping in air, Jack shivered.  Mark deliberately showed him that... but why?  What did that mean for him?  How could he punish him with a dog leach?  Fear crept over Jack's bare skin as the thought of Mark striking him with it flashed across his mind.  Mark wouldn't do that, he told himself.  However, what else was it good for?  Mark's hand touched his shoulder making Jack jump in surprise!  Why did he have to do that?!  Chuckling softly, Mark stroked Jack's bare shoulder lovingly, reminding him gently.  "Jack... What did I tell you about that active imagination you have. Turn it off. Focus on me".  Jack straightened up in his waiting position, nodding in agreement.  Carefully Mark leaned in to curl his index finger around the metal loop of Jack's collar, slowly pulling Jack around toward the bed.

Jack practically crawled on all fours toward one of the large bed posts.  Mark had looped the metal clip of the leach through the handle around the bed post?  Mark picked up the clip off the bed and attached it to his collar, while telling him calmly.  "Stay here. This punishment requires the right gear".  Mark straightened up to walk back to the trunk at the other end of the room.  Meanwhile, Jack pried off his pants and underwear from around his ankles, before nervously standing up beside the post.  The post was too high to lift the leach off of... but he could unbuckle the leach.  The idea of new toys was scary.  Especially, since the last one broke him so easily to Mark's will.  Mark gathered up a few pieces from the trunk and turned around.  Frowning a bit as he asked Jack simply.  "Did I say you could stand, Jack"?  Jack shook his head, sinking back to the floor but wrapping his arm around the post for comfort.  He didn't recognize any of the leather in Mark's hands. 

Mark strolled passed him to drop all the gear across the bed and Jack snuck a peek over the mattress.  Mark untangled the pieces of the set, smirking as he saw Jack innocently sneaking a peek out of the corner of his eye.  He couldn't blame Jack for being curious.  This wasn't going to be anything like his punishments before.  Grabbing the set of black kneepads,  Mark turned to face Jack.  He couldn't suppress the smile that pulled at his face, when Jack guilty ducked his head to stare at the floor.  Clearing his throat loudly to shake off his smile, Mark told Jack in a soft commanding voice.  "Raise your hand, pup".  Jack's hand shakily rose into the air and Mark gently took his wrist, turning over his hand to lay the kneepads into his hand as he added.  "Put these on. You're going to need them".  Mark released his hand and Jack curiously looked over the kneepads.  He wanted to question this... but as he slipped them on, Mark continued to tell him casually.  "This punishment I find very fitting to your crime. For insulting Chica. You're going to spend you're time 'in her shoes' so to speak. Since you feel superior to her, it shouldn't be too hard for you to be the best dog there is, right"?

Jack adjusted into his waiting dog position and rolled his eyes.  Of course.  Why didn't this come to mind earlier?  Jack shifted a little trying to get a feel for the kneepads.  He was very thankful for them.  They felt like gel material on the inside.  Very comfortable, at the very least.  Mark suddenly kneeled down before him, extending a hand for his.  Jack raised his hand, but his focus was on the weird glove in Mark's other hand.  Taking care not to hurt him, Mark slipped the glove onto Jack's arm.  The long black puppy paw glove went all the way up passed Jack's elbow and buckled into place.  The was designed just like a dogs foot.  Restricting Jack from using his fingers entirely, but just the kneepads were cushioned and designed for rough use.  Jack groaned softly as he realized how hard being a dog was going to be.  Now he couldn't even unclip the leach!  His dog waiting position was now 'literally' a waiting position of a... dog!  The agony didn't end there either.

Mark lifted up a black leather mask and Jack felt his heart sink deeper into embarrassment.  A black leather dog mask.  It was mostly a realistic looking dog muzzle and short terrier looking floppy ears.  Jack just closed his eyes and allowed Mark to buckle the damn thing in place.  It was light and breezy.  It didn't restrict his vision in anyway since it was more or less a half mask... but his green bangs were damn near impossible to brush away from his eyes now!  With a small chuckle, Mark reached out to loosen Jack's bangs from under the leather strap and sweetly brushed them away from Jack's eyes.  There was no hiding it.  Jack looked adorable.  His green bangs striking against all the black leather gear.  Even his bright blue eyes stood out like hidden jewels.  Jack lowered his head with a defeated sigh.  He could read Mark's face like a book.  He was proud of this.  He liked it.  He was never going to let him take this crap off.  Mark even teased him playfully, telling him with a bright smile.  "It matches your collar perfectly. It's just missing one thing". 

Jack shook his head, muttering out in an undertone.  "Oh, what now".  Mark picked something off the bed and held it out for Jack to see.  A shiver ran through Jack and he dropped his bare ass to the cold floor.  Mark was holding up a furry tail... and it was attached to a toy he recognized.  Mark's smile turned suddenly wicked and serious, when he told Jack casually.  "Face down. Ass up".  Jack defiantly shook his head.  He didn't care if it got him into more trouble.  He wasn't going to wear a tail that had to be stuck into his ass!  Jack tried to back away, but the leach only let him go out so far.  Mark moved menacingly slow toward him, asking playfully.  "You still haven't called out the safe word... So, I assume you're just playing hard to get"?  Jack clenched his jaw in defiance.  He wasn't going to throw in the towel.  That didn't mean he was going to let Mark have his way either.  Jack kind of liked resisting.  It always brought out something in Mark. 

Mark raised his foot, slowly putting his weight down on the leach.  Forcing Jack to crawl closer.  Jack stared up meekly into Mark's strong commanding eyes as he slowly brought his other foot down a little higher on the leach.  This time, Jack had no choice.  He had to turn his face and lay it across the cold floor.  To Be Continued...