The Master Of Submission

Part 42

Jack wanted to hold her all day, when Mark moved up behind him. Touching his shoulder with the backs of his fingers, Mark told him sweetly. "Jack, We've got to go." Jack reluctantly pulled away from the little girl. She gave him one last smile, before turning to look up at Mark. The girl didn't seem to recognize Mark as easily as she did him. At least, until Mark kneeled down and told her with a smug grin. "You're going to get Tim sick exposing him to that disgusting eye ball." The girl's eyes narrowed on Mark and she placed her hands on her small hips to playfully shoot back. "NO! They are friends!" Mark grinned spreading his arms wide moments before she leapt into his embrace. Slowly, Jack stood back up as the girl's mother inched closer to tell him with a small smile. "You know... The only reason she spotted you was because of your collar, hair, and tattoo." 

Jack glanced down at his arm to see that nothing was covering his rune tattoo. Shaking his head, he grumbled out. "Ya... I guess, I should of tried harder." The mother laughed to herself, making Jack grin brightly. The mother looked really good compared to the last time he saw her. Not that she looked physically bad before, but there was a glow to her now that wasn't there before. They didn't get enough time to chat as much as he wanted too, because the mom called to her daughter, coaxing her away. "Come on, Amanda. We still have some shopping to get done." Amanda pried herself from Mark, dashing back to her mother to take her plushies back. Amanda waved to them one last time, before her mom escorted her away. Jack waved until she was no longer looking at them, but excitedly chatting with her mom. Mark slowly stood up beside him, reaching out with a hand to push Jack's mask back down over his face.

The gesture made Jack snap out of watching them to fix the mask properly over his face. While Mark told him in a deep loving voice. "You're still such a softy." Jack playfully shoved Mark in response. Mark only let out a small chuckle, then took ahold of his wrist to rush him back to their place in the parade. They had lingered long enough to be among the horses. One loner horse that was dressed like a brony, playfully chased after them for the crowds amusement. As they past the banner back into the dog section, the brony man whinnied loudly and trotted off to walk next to a horse pulling a cart. As they continued their walk, Jack told Mark softly. "They recognized me by my hair, collar, and tattoo. I told you this was a bad idea." Mark lifted Jack's arm to his chest, stroking his hand along the tattoo as he answered devilishly. "I had a feeling it would happen. I forgot your paw gloves at home." Jack rolled his eyes, blushing behind his mask as people watched Mark stroke his arm so intimately.

Jack's nerves were on edge now. How many others here would recognize him? He had a desperate urge to yank his arm away from Mark and hide behind him for the rest of the parade. He just couldn't bring himself to really do it. Mark's soft warm hand felt too good on his skin. Stroking his arm in such a way that his nerves were calmed down as fast as they surfaced. The song changed and Jack jumped closer to Mark as the Masters by the banners let out a high pitched whistle in unison. The bull pets slipped from their harnesses and their Master's grabbed the banners as the bulls rushed up the sides, throwing what looked like colored chalk into the air. The crowd cheered as the colored chalk dusted the parade in a colorful cloud and the more experienced pets seemed to be let loose. The sections started to mix as the pets danced, twirled, and flipped from section to section to mix the colors of dust chalk that the older pets seemed to have.

The more they mixed, the more the colors of the rainbow began to show everywhere. The master holding the banners began to pop things every few feet that caused a burst of glitter to fill the air. Jack couldn't help smiling from excitement. He hadn't expected this, but it was so cool! Mark kept him close, telling him over the blasting music and cheering crowd. "It's beautiful, isn't it?!" Jack nodded, replying back. "Did they do this on purpose to symbolize pride?! Or was that just a coincidence?!" Mark slowed him down, by taking his arms in hand and answering with a warm look. "Maybe both! Jack... You never answered me before..." Jack stopped swaying to the beat and tried to remember what Mark might of asked him in the last few minutes. He was sure he hadn't asked him a question that he hadn't answered. Mark slid his hands up Jack's arms to either side of his neck, staring at him deep in the eyes as he yelled out to him in a hesitant but loving voice. "Jack... Will you move in with me?!"