The Sultan’s Sissies: Feminizing Alpha Males On A Yacht

By J.S. Lee

He's been a king from a birth, the Sultan of his home country, and rich beyond any need, but he finds it fun to make deals with wealthy American men that believe themselves to be alpha males. Taking them on his yacht, he deals with the thieves the best way he knows how: by turning them into his sissies. At first they want to resist, but after spending a night playing the role of a woman to satisfy their business deals, they begin to make the transformation and beg to stay with him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie Bent
• Release date: Apr 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370726073

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The Sultan’s Sissies:

Feminizing Alpha Males On A Yacht

J.S. Lee

Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older.

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On a Yacht in the Middle of the Caribbean Sea

His name in his mother tongue was impossible for these Americans to pronounce and they hated to be corrected. So cocky, yet he had to admit that he'd always been fascinated and over the last decade of doing business with them, he'd grown accustomed to their ways. In order to make things easier on their lazy, American tongues, and because he heard the song Mack the Knife and took it to heart, he told them all to call him Mack.

Except for the staff, they were only to call him sir and that was a rule written in stone. Even while being fucked mercilessly, they were to call out sir and answer each and every question. Mack liked that.

A Sultan in his own country and a King from birth, he had grown up in an actual palace with hundreds of slaves, a luxury that these Americans knew nothing about. Even the rich in this country, what were they worth? A paltry few million, what did they call it? Chump change, Mack's fortune was in oil and couldn't even be counted. He didn't do the business deals here for the money, although he was always looking to grow his fortune.

He did it for the fun.

Like this one, he licked his lips as his body guards brought the man in the suit and tie with the black bag over his head, struggling, his screams were muffled by the bag. Watching him lurch and try to pull away from the two enormous men that had him by the arms was entertaining. Mack was sure to have fun with this one, he had been dying to be taken down a peg or two.

Mack nodded to his two guards and watched as they dropped him to the floor, on his knees, it was completely appropriate that he take his place as a supplicant before Mack. He was about to learn the meaning of humility, a lesson that was long overdue.

Rocco Paglia was a wannabe gangster and financier and in actuality, just a pussy who had mafia ties that he bragged about far too often. He'd also insulted Mack in public, which he might have ignored if Rocco hadn't also tried to cheat him out of half a million dollars. Again, he could have wiped his ass with the money, but it was the principle of the thing and besides, Rocco was a perfect distraction and really, just his type.

Mr. Paglia, good evening, how are you? Mack asked the man, holding back his laugh. It was rude to rub it in their faces but sometimes, it couldn't be helped. "Oh, I forgot, you can't really