Sucking Cock For Cash (Part 7)

Sunday was, at last, a day off and, while I still had to make yet another trip to the laundrette, that gave me some time to catch up with my course work. Or so I thought. I couldn’t concentrate as my mind kept running over the implications of what I had got myself into.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what Jed had said back in his flat. “You’ll take whatever Mr. Mason tells you to take and you’ll keep on taking it for as long as you’re earning him money. He was making a fortune out of you as a pony boy and now that he’s got Belinda fucking Bombshell he’ll make even more.”
Jed couldn’t have put it any clearer than that. Every time I went out, as a pony, or as a rent boy, or as Belinda Bombshell, I was making money for Mr. Mason and there was no way he was going to let me off the hook. What is more, the more I went out the more I earned. When I had first agreed to work for him he had assured me that it would be an occasional thing, once a week at most, and that, importantly, it wouldn’t interfere with my degree. If the last few days were anything to go by then that was a million miles from the truth. I would be far too busy working for Mr. Mason to attend to my coursework, my friends, or even my family. Easter was only a couple of weeks away and I still hadn’t told my parents that I wouldn’t be coming home.
That brought on another wave of despair. What on earth was I going to tell my parents? I was certainly desperate to keep the two halves of my life completely separate. I was horrified by...