The Sheikh's Revenge

Chris and Jack were enjoying a gap year. They had both left home and were waiting to go to university and did what all spirited youngsters do - decided to work their way around the world picking up jobs on the way to keep them just about solvent.

Currently they were in one of the Gulf states and were employed as waiters in one of the plush hotels in the desert kingdom.

It was evening and they were both serving at table. Suddenly there was a flurry of activity. A hugely rich and powerful sheikh had arrived with his entourage!

Chris and Jack were quickly bundled out of the way. It was explained to them that because they did not know the etiquette required to come face to face with his eminence the sheikh and they should make themselves scarce!

They were about to go back to their room when one of the senior members of the hotel staff waylaid them.

He was quite flustered and told them in broken English that they were required to meet the one of the sheikh's party. This was unheard of! Why should the sheikh be the slightest bit interested in two English teenagers?

Nervously they were taken to a room and waited. Eventually a huge bearded Arab entered the room.

Are you boys ready to be taken to the Sheikh's palace he said.

Chris and Jack immediately thought, why not. It would be an experience and perhaps they might be offered some temporary work.

The upshot was that they hurriedly collected their few belongings and after telling the night manager at the hotel they were leaving, were taken in a plush Mercedes off-roader. The journey lasted at least four hours and the car finally arrived at the gates of what can only be described as a magnificent if remote palace somewhere in the middle of the desert.

Chris and Jack were shown to separate rooms with an adjoining door. They were even given silk pyjamas with the Sheikh's family logo embroidered on them and were soon fast asleep.

In the morning they were brought breakfast in their rooms and realised that they were locked in. After a while they were ushered into another room still self consciously wearing their silk pyjamas. They asked for a robe each at least but were told that this was not possible. They were due to be "inspected." Both Chris and Jack were now worried. What was going on?

They overheard a heated argument going on outside. Eventually the door opened and a women entered. "I can see that a mistake has been made," she said. "His eminence the Sheikh is going to be furious."

"Why, what have we done?" asked Jack. "We were just invited to the palace, that's all."

The woman waved her hand dismissively. "It is not your fault she said, but now that you are here we are not sure what to do with you. Let me ask you, are you gay?"

The boys were aghast. "Of course we are not," they both exclaimed.

"That is most unfortunate. Most unfortunate. Go back to your rooms and wait until we decide what to do with you."

Christopher and Jack were now very worried. After a while they were given their clothes and told that they were to be medically inspected. Would they please follow the bearded man who they had seen at the hotel?

They entered what was clearly a doctor's surgery and the door closed behind them.

An attractive woman in a white coat and stethoscope around her neck greeted them. "I am told that a mistake has been made and that you have been brought here in error?"

"Yes," said Christopher, "and we would like to be returned to the hotel immediately please."

The doctor became quite stern. "That is impossible," she said. "His eminence the Sheikh has been informed of your presence and he will not allow you to return. Tell me, are you gay?"

Once more the boys denied it with vigour. "That's the second time we have been asked that. How ridiculous. Of course we are not."

"Oh dear," said the doctor. "Oh dear." Let me explain. You have obviously been abducted in error."

Chris butted in. "What do you mean "abducted?" They were both now extremely worried.

They were asked if they would be missed and naively replied that both their parents were divorced and they were unlikely to be missed, perhaps for years. They had not realised the significance of the question. They could be held here indefinitely without being missed from the outside world!

"But," said Jack hurriedly, "we have friends on Facebook and they will be concerned." They had not realised that their smart phones had been taken from their rooms while they had been asleep,

The doctor also seemed interested in their physiques. They were both good looking boys but neither of them was more than 5'7" tall and certainly not particularly muscular. It was obvious that they would be ideal for what the sheikh had planned for them.

"You see," explained the doctor, "his Eminence the Sheikh has a harem of boys. He was expecting two more boys who had been specially selected for him and somehow you have been brought here in their place. It is most unfortunate!"

"He will be most displeased if you are taken to his bed only to find that you do not share his sexual appetites. The present sheikh inherited his sexual preferences from his father who was a tyrant. If you had been brought to his bed and you displeased him he would simply have had you castrated and given or sold to another sheikh as a eunuch. Fortunately we live in more enlightened times!

However, since you are here I have been ordered by the sheikh to conduct an experiment with you. When I studied medicine I wrote a thesis on gender manipulation. Now please do not be alarmed. Any experiments I carry out on you should be reversible if at some later date you require or desire it.

Now go back to your rooms and let me warn you once again, if the Sheikh becomes aware that two "pretty boys," as he would call you have attempted to escape I cannot be responsible for your fate."

Chris and Jack were white as sheets and returned to their rooms to discuss what they could do. No way were they going to be captured by the sheikh, they both agreed. They discussed escape but that was clearly very dangerous. Anyway said Jack we could be hundreds of miles into the desert and we would never survive out there.

The door of one of the rooms suddenly opened and in walked a haughty but beautiful young woman who was clearly about to go riding. She had on a silk blouse, Jodhpurs and riding boots. She said nothing but put her riding crop under Christopher's chin and lifted his face towards the light.

"You are quite beautiful," was all she said and left the room as suddenly as she had entered it. Christopher was thoroughly humiliated by such treatment, but they were both beginning to realise just how powerless they were.

Next they opened the door to a young lady in a western style silk dress. "My name is Lesha she said.

The sheikh has a harem of boys, but he also has a small harem of girls. The girls are there simply for the sake of convention and he ignores them. His sexual preferences are for boys only and he despises boys who do not share his own appetites. There are plenty of boys out there just longing to be included in his personal male harem."

"I am responsible for the sheikh's harem of young girls and I have also been put in charge of your welfare. You may be visited by any of the girls of the harem. They have been informed that you are here and what is about to happen to you and they are very curious."

Chris explained that a young woman had just left after saying very little.

"Was she wearing riding clothes? That was Malika. She is the oldest of the girl's harem. Now, let me tell you first of all that you have been summoned to see the doctor again."

Chris was the first called into the consulting room.

This time the doctor's tone was noticeably softer. "I do realise that you two have had a shock to be abducted like this."

Chris pleaded with her. "You don't understand. We are just on a gap year. We are terrified with what you say you say you are going to do to us."

"Call me Dr Shakira. It means "grateful" in Arabic and perhaps you will both be grateful to me one day!"

"The sheikh remains in a rage and he blames you both. The man with a beard, who you saw at the hotel has told the sheikh that you tricked him. The sheikh believes him and he intends to teach you a lesson you will not forget! He was eagerly looking forward to the two boys who had been promised to him."

"But, but we are innocent," wailed Jack. "You cannot hold us here against our will."

"The only will in the palace is the will of his eminence the sheikh and I will certainly do as he decries."

Ignoring their pleas Dr Shakira said, "now let me tell you what is about to happen to you. As I said, you are of no use to the sheikh if you are heterosexual and as punishment you will be operated on to change your gender. Oh, don't worry you will always be attracted only to woman!"

"What do you mean "operated on," said a terrified Chris.

She just smiled. "Oh, I don't mean that I am going to put you on an operating table. The "therapy," as I prefer to call it, will take several months and you will be seeing me regularly during that time. Please learn to trust me and we will be friends."

"You will be subjected to hormone replacement treatment. There is no escape from that. It will be administered to you in your diet."

The doctor was beautiful but oblivious to any pleas of leniency and obviously prepared to obey the sheikh's orders to the full. She told them that from now on they will be her "patients."

"You will be entirely under my control. Gradually your male testosterone will be replaced by Oestrogen and other female hormones."

"Now, let me see your pride and joy. Drop your trousers for me."

Christopher hesitated and the Dr immediately snapped. "Do as you are told. I have already told you that you are completely under my control and you will do exactly as I say. Now, drop your trousers. And your underpants. And your underpants. Be quick, we haven't got all day."

The thoroughly humiliated and frightened teenager soon stood with his "pride and joy" as she had called it, in full view. His face came face to face with her cleavage and a glimpse of a white bra. He groaned and his dick failed to behave itself as it immediately became semi erect.

Next the Dr held it in her hand and squeezed it a couple of times and it sprang to attention.

"Nothing wrong there young Christopher," smiled Dr Shakira. "Nothing wrong there. Now tell me how often do you masturbate? Now don't tell me you don't because I know differently. Is it once a day or maybe twice? Or perhaps you have a girlfriend and have regular sex together?"

Chris was past caring. "I don't have a girlfriend," he said.

"So, you are a virgin. Slowly we are getting somewhere said the Dr. as she took notes. When I begin my course of gender exchange you will quickly lose your ability to achieve an erection and you will no longer feel the urge to masturbate!"

Christopher went a bright scarlet with embarrassment and all Dr Shakira did was to smile at him.

"Yes," she said. "Don't worry you will soon lose your shyness with what I have in store for you! I am a doctor, remember? Girls and boys masturbate. Its healthy to do so."

But, but whimpered Chris. I - I don't want to become impotent.

"As I said you will lose that ability to achieve an erection, but then gradually, as the female hormones take over you will see a new and exciting feeling in the tip of your penis. Just as a woman does with her clitoris. Gradually you will regain your need and desire to masturbate but you will not produce any sperm. It will be impossible for you to impregnate a girl but you will once again enjoy masturbating although you may not always achieve an orgasm. Like many girls it will be an extremely pleasurable feeling but without a sudden end to the enjoyment because you will never ejaculate."

"There are a couple of more things I need to tell you she said. Firstly you must come to terms with the fact that I am changing your sex and sooner or later you will feel an irresistible urge firstly to wear panties!"

"I won't," said Chris vehemently. "I certainly won't be doing any such thing!"

The doctor smiled and left it at that.

"Finally young Christopher please never ever try to escape. If you are caught anywhere in the palace you will be brought in before the Sheikh himself and nobody will be able to protect you then. He is sure to want to try you out as one of his "boys" and you would not like that. If he does capture you and you displease him he may well enjoy allowing other boys in his male harem to "play with you with you," if you know what I mean."

Back in his room he waited until Jack returned from his doctor's appointment. Between them they hardly said a word to each other. They were both in shock. This was a madhouse!

They knew that they never wanted to be caught and although they were trapped they decided that the fate they had in store for them anything was better than finishing up in the Sheikh's bed.

"Dr Shakira told me that the harem girls were bored and extremely promiscuous, said Jack. She also said that the hormone treatment was reversible but we would probably never want to go back to being a boy.

Christopher just snorted!

Their rooms had a communicating door and they could spend time together, but the next few days dragged. They were encouraged to work out on some gym equipment which was brought to them.

Eventually, after about 10 days they were told that the doctor wanted to see them and once again Chris was first in.

Doctor Shakira gave him on of her disarming smiles. "Well Chrissie," she said. "And how are you?"

Chris wasn't sure that he appreciated being called Chrissie but more important things were on his mind.

"I am desperate to get out of here he told her. We promise not to escape but we really don't want to be feminised either!"

She ignored his pleas. "Lets see how things are going shall we? Get completely undressed for me dear."

Chris looked at her aghast.

"Just do it. Just do it. You know that this is something that you have to do."

Chris slowly took all his clothes off and lastly slid his boxers down. He stood there all embarrassed but Dr Shakira just laughed.

"Sorry Chrissie." I was not laughing at you. "Just your embarrassment. Turn round and face away from me please."

Chris meekly did as he was told and felt her hand grasp his limp penis. She attempted to stimulate it but with no response.

"Oh very good. Very good."

Chris felt tears in his eyes. "What do you mean "very good". What have you done to me? I have been noticing for the past few days that something was wrong."

"You mean that you have been trying to masturbate but unable to do so? Well that is just how it should be at first. Trust me and try not to cry."

"I am removing the testosterone from your system with certain additives in your diet and that is why you are so emotional and wanting to cry like a girl. I will give you an anti-depressant."

Chris and Jack returned to their rooms and once more compared notes.

Another couple of weeks went by and they were once more summoned before the doctor. On their way to the surgery they came face to face with a couple of young lads who the Sheikh referred to as his "pretty boys."

"Oh look," said one of them. "If it isn't the two pansies we heard about. How would you like to feel a nice big one by a real man?" His companion sniggered.

"Perhaps you would like to be ordered to the Master's bed? Perhaps you would enjoy crawling up under the covers from the foot of the bed and ordered to play with his great big dick before he finally takes you?"

It was Jack who spoke first. "Please don't tell the Sheikh you have seen us," he said.

"We are not likely to do that said one of them. If you really want to know we are kept in these chastity belts and not able to even touch ourselves. It is not until we are called by the Master that we are unlocked. He likes his boys to be good and "ripe" and ready for him said the other boy. We are desperate for sex by then and adore it when the Master takes us to his bed. We have to wait long enough as it is without having more boys for the Master to play with. Anyway he despises "straight" boys."

The other young twink butted in. "Perhaps if you two displease the Master he might take our chastity belts off and let us have some fun with you. What do you think about that, sissies?"

The boys arrived at the surgery in shock about what they had just heard.

"Well Chrissie, how are you today," asked the doctor.

Christopher explained that they had just met two of the boys in the Sheikh's male harem and were frightened at what they had heard.

"I know dear," she said. "Lets hope the Sheikh doesn't get curious and demand to see how your treatment is progressing. Get undressed for me."

Chris was past caring and soon he was naked in front of the glamorous Dr Shakira.

Instead of inspecting his limp penis she pinched his nipples.

Chris jumped. "They are so tender," he said.

"Do you feel anything down there?" she asked him pointing at his penis. "I saw that when I pinched your nipples your penis jumped as well." She felt it and masturbated it gently. It responded to her expert hand. There you are she said triumphantly. Soon you will be able to enjoy sexual arousal once more!

For the first time Chris smiled at the doctor.

Now go back to your room. "I am arranging for knickers to be delivered to your room! As I told you before, eventually the desire to wear knickers will be impossible to resist. I know you don't believe me but one day soon you will see that I am right. As soon as you come to the surgery choosing of your own free will to wear girls undies I will know that you are ready. I will know that you have surrendered to the inevitable. You will then be handed over to the harem girls. Don't worry, what I am doing to you will not mean that you lose interest in the opposite sex. In fact it is likely that you will probably become quite promiscuous."

Once more Christopher coloured up but this time he said nothing.

Another middle aged woman delivered their laundry twice a week and sure enough each of them received a pair of pink cotton knickers.

Jack opened Christopher's door and he was holding his knickers in front of him. "No way," they said together. "No way!"

Nevertheless Chris picked up the knickers when he was alone. He remembered the guilty thrill it had given him when he had sneaked into his big sisters bedroom and stolen a pair of her knickers. The thrill he felt when he put them on and looked at himself in the mirror. He returned them and stole another pair a few more times before disaster struck. "You have been pinching my knickers you pervert! Don't try and deny it because I know just how I left them."

It had cost Christopher the price of a new smart phone for his sister. "If you don't buy me one I will tell mother," she said!

The weeks went by and Chris and Jack had resigned themselves to their fate. In fact both of them were secretly beginning to come to terms with what was happening to them.

Lesha looked in from time to time. "How are you two?" she asked. "Your hair is growing fast. Let me know when you would like me to arrange for a hairdresser to visit you."

Chris explained that the doctor had said that she wanted them to grow their hair down to their shoulders before they could have it cut.

"What she really means is before you have it styled," said Lesha and laughed. "Your blonde hair is going to look sensational Christine."

"Please don't call me Christine," said Chris. However there was no indignation in his voice. A few weeks earlier and he would have been incensed to be called Christine!

Both Chris and Jack were wearing white tee shirts and Lesha noticed that they were beginning to fill very nicely. "You two are really developing fast," she observed slyly, before leaving.