The Knox Method: Chapter 4

After the chubby staff member who had facefucked me left my room, I went ahead and douched, as he instructed me to do. Or rather, as Master Knox had relayed through him, because I was expected to be clean today for anyone who might want to put a dick or dildo in me, including the hotel's fitness trainer, a client, and Master Knox himself.

It took me a while, as always, especially as I wanted to make sure my hole was squeaky clean. By the time I was done I was a bit exhausted, and happy to follow the next order, which was to take a nap.

I was still required to listen to Master Knox's voice recording, but I switched to a different audio file that was more suitable for going to sleep. He added a more soothing introduction to it that was designed to help the sub drift off to sleep, rather than focus intently on the voice and stay awake. However, I suspected that rather than serving as an aid for the sub to fall asleep despite the sound in his ears, it was intended to maximize the hypnosis potential. It guides the listener to relax and essentially get into a trance state, rather than real sleep, so that Master Knox's voice could work even more powerfully than the way the file I normally listen to does, as if the normal version weren’t powerful enough.

In my stupor, I saw myself in the middle of a luscious, green jungle, with tall trees and almost no sunlight getting through the canopy. Many branches reached down from the tree tops, some of them entwined. And some of the branches were intertwined with smoother strands that looked like leather straps.

Then I found myself rocking on a collection of branches and strands that seemed to form a hammock. It was relaxing and at the same time activating my body. I felt like my body was gently pulled in different directions, just as if the ropes and leather-like strands were moving around with the swaying trees.

I thought I could glimpse sloths and monkeys in the branches of the trees. Then I felt one brush against me. Or was I imagining it? I couldn't see anything anymore. It was so confusing. I was obviously dreaming. But then the sensations became more familiar. There were smooth hands touching my legs, pulling them apart. It was a man, I think, but I couldn't see him to confirm it. He was feeling my hole, perhaps with a finger or two, sliding in, quite deep. No…wait. , I think it’s his dick.

"Take it faggot!" the man said, pushing all the way into my hole and jolting me back to reality. I realized it was the hotel's fitness trainer, who had told me he'd come to massage and use me. I just didn't expect it to happen while I was sleeping. I was now awake but he kept me blindfolded, so I just focused on taking his dick. I moaned as he fucked deeper into my hole, while lying on top of me. I could feel his very buff body on me and the full girth of his dick inside me.

"Oh Sir!" I moaned with pleasure.

"Yes faggot!" he said, as he increased his pace. "You were made to take cock!" he stated, as he pounded me again and grabbed my chastity cage.

I wanted to touch his muscular body, but I realized that I couldn't move my hands. They were tied to the sides of the bed, I assumed. So all I could do was just stay as I was and take his cock. I did my best to relax my hole so that he could go in smoothly.

"Ah, yes! Good faggot!" he sighed, and his pounding got harder and faster. He started breathing heavily as he rocked my whole body, sliding in and out of my hole, taking pleasure in every thrust into me. He fucked harder and harder until finally he groaned and came to a stop.

He took the blindfold off my eyes and I could finally see him. It was the gorgeous cocky young muscular fitness trainer I had met in the hotel's gym earlier. "Thank you, Sir," I said.

"My pleasure, faggot," he said, and pulled out. His condom was full of cum. He pulled it off his thick cock and then emptied its contents on my locked dick. He got dressed but didn't untie me. "I'm going to let your client in and then Master Knox will come. I'll stick around to take your client’s payment to Master Knox and watch over you, just in case."

"Oh, okay. Thanks Sir," I said.

He chuckled. "You bet, faggot."

He opened the door and a tall muscular blond 35-year-old man entered, carrying a duffel bag. The man walked over and examined me from head to toe. "Do you mind if I wipe her clitty off?" he asked the fitness trainer. "I don't like the smell of other men's cum.”

"Not at all," the fitness trainer said. He went to the bathroom and came back with a small damp towel and another dry towel, to wipe his cum off my cage. Before he did, he dipped his finger into the cum on my cage and brought it to my mouth. I opened and sucked on his finger. "Good sissy," he said. "Do you like the taste?"

"Very much, Sir," I said. And just as I was wondering why he was calling me sissy,’ the blond man started taking various feminine items out of his duffel bag. I saw panties, a pushup bra, and — to my real surprise — a wig. "But, umm, Sirs, I'm not a sissy," I said.

The blond guy looked at the fitness trainer a bit surprised. "Mister Knox said she'd be compliant. That's why I agreed to pay double," he said to the fitness trainer.

"She is, don't worry," the fitness trainer said, and came closer to me. Seeing his large pecs and nipples so close to my face was intoxicating. "Look, sissy," he leaned closer, almost whispering. "This guy agreed to pay more if you submit to a little crossdressing. I know you're not very experienced in it, but ultimately, it's just about pleasing Master Knox. And Master Knox will be more pleased if he's paid more. You want that too, don't you?"

"Oh, yes Sir, of course!" I replied, grateful for his understanding, and that he wasn't scolding me.

"Good, so just get on board and do whatever this gentleman wants. If it feels odd, you can tell yourself that it doesn't mean anything about you, but you're committed to doing everything to make more money for Master Knox."

"Uhh, Yes Sir," I said.

"Good girl," the fitness trainer said, and he took a seat in the corner of the room.

The blond man then proceeded to dress me with black lace panties. Then he put long black stockings on my legs. "I see you're not shaved, so I'd prefer to cover your legs," he explained. Then he fastened a pushup bra around my chest, giving me an odd feeling that my chest was full. Fortunately, I had enough room to maneuver despite my arms being tied down. And finally he put a long  black wig on my head, which he adjusted with a few brush strokes. "That's much better," he said with a smile, as he started getting undressed.

Boy, was he hot! He was muscular and toned, with perfect six-pack abs, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, forming a triangular upper body, and pumped pecs and biceps. He was the opposite of what I expected of someone paying for sex. Even more so when he took off his underwear and revealed a thick 9-inch dick. It was mouthwatering.

As I looked at his hands grabbing my stocking-covered ankles, pulling my legs apart, I was reminded that the price for getting fucked by such a hot man and getting paid for it (or rather, Master Knox getting paid for it), was that I had to submit much lower, into sissification, fully crossdressing for the pleasure of this man and Master Knox.

His dick was already rock hard, and he wasted no time putting it to use. He put a condom on, applied some lube, and pressed it against my hole. He easily slid in. "Oh sissy!" he moaned. "That feels so good!"

I loved the sensation too. He was gentle but also so big, muscular, and hung. I felt every inch of his cock going into my hole and I was eager to please him.

He pressed his hands against my chest, over the bra, as he thrust his pelvis deeper, fucking me so good. He fucked deeper with every thrust and I felt encouraged to let out high-pitched moans. I was so grateful for this man's cock and eager to please him.

"Yeah baby, that's a good girl," he said, continuing to fuck me in a steady rhythm but with growing intensity. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling in my hole.

"Squeeze it for me, baby," he said.

I clenched my anus and he groaned as he pushed through my tighter hole. It was more difficult, but I kept at it, to please him.

His pace grew faster and he appeared to be approaching orgasm. He fucked faster and harder and soon groaned loudly. "Fuck!!!" he growled. "Ohhh, that was so good!" he said, almost out of breath, as he pulled out.

While he got dressed, the fitness trainer approached him. "Do you mind leaving us her outfit? Master Knox decided he'd prefer it if she served him in that outfit too."

"It’s not free. You can keep all the items for a hundred dollars off what you're charging me to use her," the blond man said.

"No problem," the fitness trainer replied. "Sissy, you don't mind covering that from your advance payments to Master Knox, right?"

"Uh," I hesitated.

"It would please Master Knox," the fitness trainer didn’t need to say more.

"OK, Sir," I agreed, reluctantly.

"Good girl," he said, and I saw the blond man hand him a few $100 bills.

"Thanks," the fitness trainer said and the blond man headed out of the room. "Do you need to freshen up before Master Knox arrives?" the fitness trainer asked me.

"That would be nice," I said.

"Sure, go ahead," he said and released me from the straps that tied me to the bed.

I got up and went to use the bathroom and shower. As new and surprising as that last fuck was, I was now much more nervous about how Master Knox was going to fuck me up.