Mark was more intrigued the more he learned about Todd. They went over the contract line, by line. He really didn't want to scare the new boy off.
"No fucking, raw," Todd told him, straight off. "Hard limit. Same with fisting."
"Understood," Mark nodded, crossing those off. "Fisting never really did anything for me, anyway."
"What's your wishes on cock rings?" Todd had also asked, almost blushing. "Master Samson used to have me wear one a lot."
"I don't need to lock you up, to get pleasure," Mark told him, quickly. "In fact, it would give me more pleasure to see you happy."
He could tell Todd didn't believe him until he made one request.
"I want you to masturbate, daily."
Todd's eyes widened .
"What? Sir...I...are you serious?"
"Very," Mark stated, calmly. "But if daily is too much, than at least 3 times a week. And I would want video proof of you obeying me, and proof that you came."
Deep red was rising on Todd's neck.
"My other two Master's didn't really care about getting me off," he finally admitted. "It was always about them."
"I know," Mark sighed. "That's why I want you to focus on pleasuring yourself more. If you want, you can touch yourself whenever you think of me. That would turn me on, also."
Todd swallowed, and lowered his eyes.