The Knox Method: Chapter 3

Finally the day I meet Master Knox has come. It was Sunday morning and all I needed was to get through the day and a lot of mindfucking until our meeting at 5pm. The mindfucking would be self-inflicted but as prescribed by him. Not just from the anticipation and from not cumming for two weeks, but from listening to the compilation of his audio recordings on repeat all day long.

He told me I could lower the volume so I'd be able to bear it for so many hours, since I woke up at 7am. I didn't have plans, so I could've gone back to sleep, but I was too excited, with my mind full of thoughts about him. I wondered what he looked like. In his recordings he said he was getting bigger at the gym, and he said more than once that he had a huge 9" cock that he could never fit into anyone's mouth. Not that I could hope to get it in mine. He was straight. He was only going to fuck my mind.

I probably couldn't even ask him to feed me his piss. At best maybe to piss on me. Or to let me kneel by the toilet when he took a piss, in hope of catching a few drops. I wouldn't normally be that desperate for piss, but in his case I was. His voice recordings conditioned me to that. Maybe on their own, the piss recordings wouldn't have had such an impact. But when I stitched them together with his voice recordings, the piss recordings became a command too. The piss was meant for me just like his voice commands. I was grateful to have drunk his bottle of piss yesterday at the bar, even though that scene was way too public and humiliating. But I needed more.

I needed to get out of bed and do something. I freshened up, put my chastity cage on and my earbuds in my ears, started playing Master Knox's audio compilation and went downstairs to the café in the hotel's lobby.

The barista was a very fit young black guy. His t-shirt fit so tightly on him, you could totally see the bumps from his nipples. He had a small earring and he had rainbow and trans flags pinned on his cap.

I lowered the volume in my earbuds so I could talk to him. I just wasn't allowed to pause it. I asked for a small cappuccino, and I picked up a yogurt and a banana from the display.

He scanned the barcode for the yogurt and then felt the banana. "This one may be too firm for you," he said. "Here, take this one, it's also bigger," and he offered me another one.

"Thanks," I said.

He took my name for the cappuccino. He asked me to spell it for him, but when I did, he just said, "forget it, I'll just put Jane."

"I... what?" I asked, incredulous. Grateful there was no one else in earshot.

He leaned forward over the counter and looked straight at my crotch. "I can see through your tight pants that you're locked like a sissy down there. Besides, I heard from your Master that I could treat you however I wanted."

"You... what?" I couldn't articulate much more.

"Yeah, he told me yesterday. Really cool guy. He really made an effort to get to know some of the staff here after you told him where you were staying. He wanted to make sure we all take good care of you. I guess you're really getting your money's worth, faggot."

"Oh, I, um, thank you, I guess, Sir," I said, mind-boggled.

A few minutes later he called out "Jane" and I came back to pick up the cappuccino. "I put some extra cream in there for you," he said, winking.

The insinuation seemed too far-fetched, so I played dumb and just said, "I asked for oat milk."

"Don't worry, sissy, my cream is lactose-free," he said.

Yep. He meant what I thought he meant. I felt so weak in the knees and I think I actually let out a whimper. I went to sit on one of the couches in the lobby, while Master Knox's recording continued speaking to me in my ears.

After I finished my food and coffee I decided to go for a walk. Not so much to clear my mind, since I couldn't, with Master Knox constantly talking to me and pissing on me. But maybe it would help to have other things to slightly distract me, like buildings and people.

I walked toward the hotel's entrance. The young and sturdy doorman stopped me. He was looking at his phone and then up at me, and then he asked, "are you Bobby's boi?"

"I, um, yes, I guess," I said.

"He'd prefer you didn't leave the hotel before the meeting," the doorman said.

"What? But that's in the late afternoon," I said, finding myself arguing about when I could go out, rather than dismissing the very idea he could confine me to the hotel.

"That's what he wants," the doorman shrugged. "Better do as he says if you still want to meet him later." His conditions kept piling up. Seeing I was not happy, the doorman tried to offer reassurance, but he wasn’t really helpful. "Look, it's for your own good,” he said. “The more mindfucked you come to your meeting with him, the better prepared you'll be to serve him. You'll make him happier too. Besides, you'll make better use of your time by going to the hotel gym for a workout and some stretches."

"I was actually planning to go to the gym later," I said. "I just wanted to stretch my legs first."

"We have a treadmill and a stationary bike in our gym," the doorman said. "I'm also going to set you up with one of our staff members who is a certified personal trainer and massage therapist. He can help you get relaxed and flexible ahead of your meeting. I'll schedule it at 3pm, closer to your meeting, so you should make all the preparations for the meeting before the massage session."

"I'd like to avoid additional costs," I said. "This trip has become much more expensive than I had planned."

"Don't worry about it," the doorman insisted. "You're an attractive boi. I'm sure our staff member will enjoy treating you to a massage if you're friendly enough with him."

"I, um," I mumbled, not wanting to be confrontational, but also worried about raising false expectations. Then again, personal trainers are often very hot. "OK," I finally said. "I'll go do my training session now."

"Good boi," the doorman said. "I might send a client to your room after you finish your workout. He told me you were looking for ways to make him more money."

"I, um..." I started.

"Is there a problem?" the doorman asked.

"I, uh, I guess not," I responded. "I just didn't think it could be so easy to arrange."

"Sure it is. Lots of married guys frequent our hotel just for some relief, and they give us a cut," he said.

"Oh ok. But I've never done anything like that. What if he's too ugly for me?" I asked.

"Don't worry," he reassured. "I'll go easy on you since it's your first time. Actually since our clients care more about discretion and don't just fuck around with anyone on Grindr, they're often quite the hot guys. Many of them are bisexual though, so your client might prefer to put you in a skirt or something. Other than that I'm sure you'll be fine. You're horny, mindfucked, and desperate to please your Master."

"That's true," I agreed. "OK, I'll go do a workout."

"Good boi, have a good one," the doorman said.

I walked away, with Master Knox reinforcing the point that I'm horny and mindfucked in my ears.

The hotel's gym was well-equipped and I decided to do a leg workout with some core exercises. I figured that anyone I would be meeting today would be more interested in the shape of my ass than my biceps anyway. And if I was going to get fucked, working out my abductors, adductors, and core might be beneficial. At the very least, spreading my legs at the gym will put me in the zone. After finishing the exercises, I spent 30 minutes cycling, while browsing my phone and continuing to immerse myself in Master Knox's voice.

A young and muscular staff member entered a few minutes before my time on the stationary bicycle was up. He was wearing a very tight gym outfit that showed off his very buff body, as well as his thick bulge. I was gawking and drooling like he was a sex object. But he was very quick to put me in my place.

"Focus on your workout, faggot!" he said, scoldingly.

"I..." I started to explain, as I lowered the volume in my earbuds in order not to miss what this new Master had to say while Master Knox continued to degrade me.

"Shut your mouth, faggot," he shot at me, impatiently. "I was asked to stretch you out after your workout, to make sure you're relaxed and receptive ahead of your session today. It's just going to be a few minutes to prevent any strains on your muscles, and later you'll get a full-body massage after you've douched, to get you even more stretched and open for him."

"Really? All that for my meeting with him? And — after douching?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's a classy guy, and so am I," he said. "I'm not going to touch your naked body before you're fully rinsed both inside and out."

"Yeah, but douching?" I asked again.

"Is there a problem?" he retorted, showing his impatience again. "You're just a hole. You should be ready to be filled in all your holes today. And be grateful he's even letting you get fucked."

"Uh, I am, Sir," I expressed my submission for the first time. "But I know he's not going to fuck me. He's straight."

"Duh," he rolled his eyes. "But he loves holes. He doesn't just enjoy fucking your cashhole. "He enjoyed seeing his piss going into your mouth hole. That was a nice video."

"Oh? You saw it too? The bartender said he'd only send it to Master Knox," I said, somewhat concerned.

"He did, don't worry," he reassured me. "But Master Knox was at a party when he got the message, and a bunch of us got to see you drinking his bottle of piss."

"Oh," I said. After an uncomfortable pause, I asked, "so you're going to gape my holes, not him?"

"Anyone may gape you at Master Knox's pleasure," he said.

"Oh. So, I guess I should douche," I said.

He rolled his eyes again. "That was what I said, stupid fag. And the massage will be another $100. He's being kind to give you a great rate for my massage."

"Oh, um, thanks," I said, not unconcerned about spending even more. "But what do you mean he's giving me a great rate. Won't I be paying you?"

"No, just add it to what you're giving him later today. We all serve at his pleasure," he said.

"Wow, OK Sir," I said, thinking to myself how lucky I was to be serving the Master that this huge hunk was serving. Finally I was done with my workout and I got off the bicycle.

"Get on the mat, faggot," he ordered and pointed down to a thick mat.

I did as he said, and followed his instructions on how to stretch.

At first he stayed standing, supporting odd movements of my arms and stretching them in all directions. What was also odd was that he stood right in front of me, his bulging crotch in my face. At times he even pressed it into my face, I suppose because he knew I wouldn't mind. How could I? He was so hot and I was so horny and desperate. In one of the stretches he pushed my upper body down onto the mat. My face was at his feet, and as this was not lost on him, he took his shoes and socks off and ordered me to kiss his feet. Thankfully they weren't too smelly, though they smelled like feet.

Then he sat down in front of me and started pulling my arms. Again he lowered my head forward, toward him, this time into his crotch. "You can kiss it, faggot. Do you like it?" he asked.

I kissed his firm thick bulge through his tight pants and said, "Yes Sir! So much!"

"Good," he said. "Maybe I'll let you taste it later. Do you like getting your mouth filled, faggot?" he asked, as he inserted two fingers into my mouth.

I mumbled and nodded affirmatively.

"Good boi," he said, and slapped me lightly on my face. "You can go now. Be ready at 3pm."

"Yes Sir," I said. I got off the mat, out of the hotel's gym and back to my room.

I ordered some food from a Thai restaurant that was very close by and then went for a shower.

After toweling off I lay on the bed naked, wearing just my dog tag and chastity cage. I was getting a little anxious, not just excited, about my meeting with Master Knox. I somehow came to terms with giving him $1,500, 50% more than I had initially planned, and I had a strong feeling that he might somehow drain even more from me. There was already that extra $100 for the massage and who knows what would happen during my meeting with Master Knox? So I reached out to him on Telegram.

"Sir, I'm looking forward to our meeting. I'm just a little worried about additional expenses beyond the $1,500. I really shouldn't go above that," I texted.

I saw he was recording a voice message. Fuck, he knows his voice had so much power over me. It came in, with him giggling, and then saying, "Faggot, you know you'll keep on giving me money long after our meeting is over. You've been on my leash for months, and now that you'll see how hot I am in person, you'll never be able to give up serving me," he said.

"No Sir, I wasn't planning to give up," I immediately texted back. "I just want to limit my expenses to the $1,500 we agreed on. I had to transfer some extra money into my account, so I can withdraw the cash for you, but I don't have any more left in my US account right now, and I'm also worried that my credit card bill is going to be too high this month," I tried to explain.

He recorded again, longer this time. Just the anticipation of hearing his next message was enough to excite me. Again he giggled. "I'll tell you what, faggot. First of all, you still have all your advance payments you made from earlier sending. I love that you didn't want to use them for our meeting today, so you could hand me as many bills as possible, but it's time to put those advance payments to good use. Because you're right. You will have more to pay than $1,500."

"Uh, yes Sir, thank you," I texted back. "I don't know why I didn't think about using the advances," I added. "I was only thinking of using them toward my weekly performance fees."

"You didn't think because you're stupid," his reply came quickly, ending with another giggle. "But that's ok. I can do the thinking for you. So you can feel free to get stupid for me."

"Yes Sir," I replied. "I really want to be stupid for you. So it's easier for you to use me. But what if I empty out the advance budget?" I texted.

"Fuck yeah," he shot back. Then he added, "I love emptying your accounts and destroying your budget, but there should always be more, because I always want more. I'll tell you what: if you manage to use up all your advances — and I think you have about $400 by my last count, I'll let you get into debt for me. Just add 20% on the first of every month to whatever number represents your debt. And because I want you to stay useful, I'm not going to let you sink into debt from your interest, so I'm going to require that you pay by the end of every month at least 25% of your debt."

"Oh, thank you, Sir," I texted.

"You're welcome. Feeling better now?" he asked.

"Yes Sir, thank you," I texted.

"Good. See you later, faggot," he said.

A couple of minutes after this exchange, there was a knock on the door. I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door. Then I realized I was wearing my dog tag, which said I was a slave, and I put my hand over it quickly in hope the delivery guy didn't see it.

"Relax, I know you're a slave," he said. And then I noticed his name tag, and realized he was a hotel staff member too. "We don't let delivery guys into the hotel, but I figured I'd spare you the trip to the lobby, since I was planning to pay you a visit anyway," he said.

"Oh?" I replied, surprised.

"Yeah, first, here's your food," he said, handing me a brown bag. "Second, your Master wanted to make sure you were not going to be camera shy, so he sent me to make a quick video of you. He wants your session to run smoothly and remove any unnecessary stress," he said.

"Oh," I said. "I was just texting with him and he didn't mention anything about that."

"Go ahead, you can ask him. Put his voice replies on speaker," the guy said. "And you can have your lunch. I need a few minutes to set up the camera and lighting anyway."

"Oh, OK. Thank you, Sir," I said.

He snickered.

While he started setting up in front of the bed, I set up the food to eat at the table. I texted Master Knox to ask about that.

"Yeah, follow his instructions, faggot," Master Knox's reply arrived quickly. "It won't be long. I just want to see you're comfortable being filmed by a stranger, and knowing he could distribute it anywhere."

"What if I'm not comfortable with the result, Sir?” I asked, this time recording it as a voice message too, so the other guy would hear.

"Put your mask on before you begin and ask him to take a couple of test shots, so you see what you look like on the camera and make any adjustments if necessary. After you finish filming, you can negotiate edits with him, but if you guys don't come to an agreement about something that he can publish, at least thirty seconds long, then our meeting is off," he warned.

"Oh, OK Sir," I replied.

"Good," Master Knox said. "And you can deduct another $100 from your advance payments for this filming session."

"Yes Sir," I acknowledged and he left the chat.

I got back to my lunch, while the staff member finished setting up everything. If you were wondering why I haven't offered any details about his appearance, it was because he was nothing to write home about. He was as average as they get, or worse, with a little belly. I was just hoping this would be a solo shoot. But it wasn't.

I finished eating and then went to rinse my mouth. Then I got on the bed and put a mask on, for the guy to do his thing.

He pulled a red marker out of his pocket and wrote Knox on my chest. He put his phone on a tripod at a height that would let it capture my entire body but not his face, as he was standing taller. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his small dick. It was the most unsexy scene.

I really didn't want to suck that small dick under his belly. But Master Knox's voice recording was still playing in my ears, under the mask, and I was feeling the effect of his mindfucking for the last few hours.

I needed to do what Master Knox wanted. So I got down on all fours and crawled closer to the guy, who was standing right by the edge of the bed. I took his small dick into my mouth, his belly pressing against the top of my head, and I couldn't help feeling how pathetic this was. How pathetic I was. I was a relatively hot guy, submitting to this unattractive man, to please someone else who was not even gay.

But that made me think about how hot I was for Master Knox, and I sucked with more vigor. The guy reached back for my ass as his dick started to grow inside my mouth, and I got a little excited when he felt around my hole. He then wet his fingers and pushed two of them into my hole, and I sucked harder on his dick. He was trying to please my hole and I needed to return the favor. I needed to be that hole.

His dick got thicker and I was starting to enjoy it. I moaned as his dick started to get into my throat and his fingers filled my hole. I tried to say “thank you,“ but all that could be heard were the moans, while he got into facefucking me, faster and harder. It happened so fast. He pulled out of my mouth, pushed me forward so I was laying on my back, and shot all over my mask and my chest. "Alright, we got the money shot," he said. He stepped away and came back a moment later with a towel from my bathroom, to wipe the cum off.

"Thank you, Sir," I said.

"My pleasure, faggot," he said, and he started disassembling his equipment.

"Uh, may I see the recording, Sir?" I asked.

"Sure, enjoy," he said and handed me his phone with the recording already playing.

I was surprised by how hot the scene looked. Playing on a filthy Clothed Man Naked Man fantasy of a hot man submitting to an average Joe. No offense to my average Joe fans. You’re still beautiful and loved.

Since my face was completely covered and I wasn't even saying anything, I was satisfied that I wouldn’t be identifiable, or at least that I should have some deniability.

"OK, thank you," I said.

"Glad you're happy with it. I think your Master will be too, as will your fans," he said. He looked at the room's key card on the table and picked it up. "I'm going to take this so my colleague can enter whenever he wants," he said. "You're not supposed to leave the room anyway until your meeting. Just get some rest, douche, and my colleague will come later to help you relax."

"Uh, OK, Sir," I said, a bit surprised, but I decided it was fine.

To be continued...