Doug, you're...

Crystal looked at you; her eyes winced, the wrinkles forming at the sides of her face almost indicating that the words were physically painful to unfurl.

"Doug, there's something that you need to know." Her breath was labored, her face still reddened from the 'test' she had conducted not even a minute prior.

"What is it?!" The words escaped from your mouth through a spike in your heart rate - the taste of Crystal's precum lingered on your lips, sending a low jolt through your stomach, as you waited with bated breath for her answer.

"In our sexual mythology class, we learned about something called 'A Binder'." Crystal's expression had changed - as the jet-black lustful fleece that nearly enveloped her during her test began to settle down, her face saddened as she came to terms with the weight of what she was about to tell you - or at least, that's what you thought; her frown _did _say a lot, though.

"A binder? Like, something to keep track of your papers?"

"Hah. Not quite. Most women, when they ejaculate in a male or share bodily fluids like saliva, begin a process with that male called 'binding'. For some, it's quite powerful - you see the males slowly fall into an addictive process for that specific woman. The male craves the woman; becomes nigh-subservient to them, after specific withdrawal periods. But with all the pharmaceuticals they have nowadays, it's not as common - we've escaped from all of that authoritarian bullcrap that was initially so strong back in the early 40s and 50s."

You felt your eyebrow raise, almost reflexively. Crystal caught on, and a cracked a weary smile. Her expression softened, almost as if she had begun to come to terms with the story she was telling you.

"But, on extraordinarily rare occasions - I am talking about a one in a billion chance, Doug - the process is switched around. This time, when the woman ejaculates in a male, hell, even shares a sip of water - it's the woman who begins the process of being addicted to the male."

Your heart began to race, as the words pounded your ears like gunshots being fired. A cold bead of sweat ran down your neck, each milimeter being felt as time seemed to slow around you.

"Crystal... what do you mean?"

"The process is... different for Male Binders. Once a woman has begun that process, it sparks a dominative, primal urge in the woman. It's almost as if the male's binding capacity creates this... air of sexual energy that drives the woman wild. Over time, they will slowly crave the domination of that Binder; they will become demanding, controlling, and nearly impulsive in their desire to dominate the male. But it does not happen consciously; it manifests in the form of a normal, sexual urge, tinged with a perverted creativity. Left alone long enough without satisfying their urges inside that male, they will develop a sadistic streak, expressed in their next encounter with that Binder." Your sister's words, laden with the gravity of the situation, fell upon your ears like concrete once more. Crystal's smile was crestfallen, as she put a hand on your shoulder.

"There isn't any type of medication out there to stop these urges, Doug. But it's not entirely a bad thing. Your gift is a rare one - it can allow you to manipulate and control anyone who you see fit, as long as they can fulfill their urges in the end. But it has repercussions, of course. Lisa..." Crystal's words trailed off, as her eyes threw a blank stare beyond your face.

Lisa.

"What about her, Crystal?"

"She came in you last night, didn't she?"

Your face reddened at the thought; that night was the textbook definition of lechery, Lisa had emptied the contents of her fat, swollen cock into you with such carnal avarice, in such a drunken stupor; whatever semblance of her existed prior to last night has surely disintegrated into an animalistic fervor. Never mind the fact that she was now at the gym, with your binding effects slowly taking hold. You looked at Crystal, almost apologetically.

"Yes, she did."

"I knew it!" Crystal exclaimed, rather excitedly, given the circumstances.

"Why are you so excited? This basically sounds like a **** warrant." You buried your hands in your face, the world seemingly content to fall apart around you.

"Incestuous tension aside, Doug, you having done this with Lisa might be a blessing. Some women have such strong willpower that it doesn't affect them. They told us the story of Alexandra Romanov, the last Russian empress, and Rasputin, a purported Male Binder; she was not affected by his binding. It does happen; and it has been reported that family ties are strong enough to hold off the effects. But we will see."

Crystal noticed your vacant expression on your face, and rubbed a hand on your leg.

"That's what the test was for. I noticed this... subdued frenzy in Lisa, this morning at the dinner table. Hell, the whole house reeked of sexual energy. That was normal; what wasn't normal was mom's eyes. The way she was looking at you... I felt like I was looking at some animal eyeing up a meal, and I know that's normally not how Lisa looks at you. Honestly, it scared me a bit, so I thought I'd take matters into my own hands to find out... They have pictures, you know."

"Of what?" You asked your sister, rather confused at her quip.

"Of what women look like in the early stages of binding. It's a hard point to discern, though. This binding stuff - it's half legend, half science. The entirety of the process is... enigmatic, at best."

Having had your reality dismantle itself in front of your own eyes within a span of five minutes was enough - as the figurative dust settled within your own mind, questions took place within the newly formed vacuum.

"Crystal, if all it takes is some saliva, or ... bodily fluid, why aren't you trying to **** yourself on me now?"

"Well, Doug... saliva is the easiest transmission - so be careful when sharing drinks with women, as apparently the effects vary amongst us all. That being said, I didn't kiss you... The next possible route of binding is through ejaculation - not all bodily fluids are created equally, you know; even if you did like the taste of my precum." Crystal put a hand on your flushed cheek and squeezed - looks like her normal persona was back.

"So, precum won't do anything?" You took her hand off your face, squeezing it as you your fingers traced her knuckles.

"Nope." Crystal sat in front of you, cross legged. Her blue hair had returned from it's frazzled state into a calmer, fluid flow - indicative of her own demeanor as well. Her azure eyes stared at you, tired, as she had gone through a rollercoaster of emotions in the past ten minutes alone.

"But," she said. "You have to be careful in your assumptions. Sometimes, the binding doesn't take effect until a few days, and it affects every woman differently. But the end result is always the same."

Crystal then removed herself from the couch before walking to the kitchen, talking at you while she moved. "Would you like some water? I can imagine that's quite a lot to hear, Doug."

"Yeah, please. I'm parched."

She returned, and sat down next to you, her oversized dark hoodie and baggy sweatpants almost forming a giant mass of cloth. She set a glass of water down next to your side of the end table in front of you, and took your face in her hands, before delivering a surprisingly sloppy kiss on your cheek. Your heart spiked with what felt like a cold snap of fear, as her prior warning echoed in your head. The echoing was cut short by Crystal's sharp words.

"I'm going to go out and see some friends. I'd get some rest, Doug. I'm here if you need me - just text SOS and I'll come home straight away."

With that, she promptly chugged her water, grabbed her car keys on the coat rack, and left the house, returning you to the same deafening silence that constantly plagued your house. The clock on your wall offered the only respite, albeit ominous, as it slowly counted down the seconds for Lisa to come home. Your mind raced with possibilities, the most optimistic of which would be that she came home to continue the conversation that she had began in the morning.

Resigning yourself to clear your mind of the nuclear bomb that was just dropped onto it, you picked up the remote and put on the TV. Funnily enough, the sequel to the horror film you watched last night popped up on the screen, but you quickly changed the channel in favor of some mindless cartoons.