A flurry of stars had covered the night sky, the moon full and bright. This combined with the mild evening air
gave Daniel a sense of electricity in the air.
In the space of a single day, Daniel had transformed himself from a small, scrawny and socially awkward
freshmen with a fondness for statistics and muscle magazines to the master of a universe of his own creation.
In that time he had achieved the body he had always wanted but genetics would never give him, he had become
the object of unparalleled desire with swaths of musclebear gods fighting (of what used to be impossible body
dimensions) for his own attention. To top it all off he had gone on a date with the ginger titan of his
dreams, who was still growing with every passing moment.
There were a few things proving a little unnerving to Dan. Dan had the power of the Chronovac, a piece of
software loaded onto his notebook computer and a USB emitter. There was so much he didn't understand about the
forces he was using. Will every change he makes come back to him with ironic consequences? Is there anyone
else in this world who also owns a Chronovac? Is he a pawn in someone else's plan? Is this even reality or is
it a fabrication?
Dan thought about his last change to make all gingers alphas and submissives. Not only had it augmented the
present (much to Dan's delight) but every change had a ripple-on effect to maintain continuity. Dan knew more
than a few things about computers, but it didn't take a genius to realise that the computing power required
to perform such acts he's done today far exceeded the limitations of his notebook.
It suddenly dawned on Dan. The emitter! What if it never affected changes at all? What if all his computer did
was provide an interface to a much more powerful computer located somewhere else? But where? Who possesses
such technology? Why him of all people?
He thought of a book he read describing Clarke's third law: “Any sufficiently advanced technology is
indistinguishable from magic.”. Dan chuckled to himself, this all seemed pretty magical to him.
Dan pushed all these thoughts to the back of his mind for the time being. Dan had much bigger things to worry
about as he looked up and down Patrick – who was starting to sweat, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily
through his nose. A cocktail of hormones were surging through him. His body ached as it continued to grow
larger. However, Dan was a more interested in Patrick's mind – every passing moment driving him deeper and
deeper into his submissive destiny, all this in conflict with the animalistic urges brought on by the hormones
flowing through him. To his credit, Patrick did his best to appear strong and composed.
Patrick looked down to Dan “Tonight is going to be a big night for me. Will you be there for me. I mean, to
bind me?”. Dan not fully understanding what he had been asked but nodded in support anyway. Dan took Patrick
by the hand they walked up the pathway to Marcus' house.
Patrick knocked on the knocker of the heavy oak doors. The sound reverberating deep and loud. Dan heard heavy
footsteps approach the door. A small cover opened on the other side of the door, letting two eyes see their
new guests. The eyes grew wide in a moment in recognition of their guest. The door burst open, revealing a man
who was unquestionably Patrick's brother – same vibrant red beard braided in the same pattern, same muscular
build, same pattern on his kilt (also abysmally failing to conceal the massive cock and balls handing down his
inner seam). The only other thing Marcus was wearing was massive chain around his neck and a lock engraved
with markings Dan couldn't quite recognise.
Marcus looked to be in shocked and surprised at the sight of person before him. “Fuck Brother. Thank Gods
you're here. You should have got here a lot sooner” he cried out in a half-celebratory half-accusing tone.
“It all happened so soon. I didn't have a chance. This is Dan”
Marcus looked down at Dan, appearing to be immune to his spell of desire. Marcus smiled in recognition of Dan
“Looks like the youngest brother's time has come! We need to get the preparations started for your binding
right away. There is no time to lose!”
He pulled Patrick in through the door, having to turn Patrick sideways to get in through the doorway, his
cock and balls by now dragging behind him on the tile floor a foot behind him. Dan followed through the door.
Inside the door Dan saw something like he had never seen before. Inside the house were at at least eight other
gingers, all sharing the same beard braid and style of kilt. Some of them tattooed with what Dan presumed to
be clan patterns and insignia. All except Patrick had the similar heavy locks around their necks.
Unquestionably they were were all related in some way, but it was more than just blood: it was a common
culture, a common identity, a common pride and power drawn from their slave roles. This can't be real' thought
Dan 'it's all too perfect'.
Another bear appears from the top of the stairwell, he has long bone white hair braided in the clan tradition.
He has lines on his face that indicate years of wisdom and experience. He's physically the largest of the
clan, and covered from chest to knees in a Celtic cross pattern tattoo – emphasising his curves. Most
remarkable were his massive shoulders and back. He was truly an alpha among daddy bears.
Without warning, Patrick doubles over, clutching his dissented muscle gut.. The house shaking as he hits the
ground.
“Daddy Heathcliff!” brother Marcus cries out.
The daddy bear quickly makes his way to Patrick's side, inspecting his condition.
“Get brother Patrick into the chamber immediately. He's running out of time. NOW!”. He barked at his sons.
Without a moments hesitation, the brothers crowd around Patrick, each lifting a portion of him and taking him
down to a room down the hall.
Daddy Heathcliff had a nervous look on his face. He turned to address Dan.
“The name's 'Cliff. I am the head of this chapter. What happened?”
He extended his big meaty paw in greeting to Dan. Dan took his hand to shake it, only to wince under the vice-
grip pressure of his hand.
“I'm Dan”. He felt nervous talking in-front of this man, had a confident and confronting manner. Sure he was
submissive, but he had earned pride and rank in his position. “He competed in a competition and won a date
with me as a prize. After dinner he said he had to come here to pick up a book.
“When did the changes start?”
“I guess it would have been during the competition. He wanted to win me so badly he grew to first place”. Dan
deliberately omitted the Chronovac, but he was interested in seeing how the world maintained continuity to
accommodate changes.
“You've set off a chain reaction in Patrick. He's bound to you now and there's nothing he can do about it. If
you care about Patrick you will go into that chamber and take place in the binding ceremony”
“I heard Patrick tell me he needed one, but he never told me what it was exactly.”
“The binding ceremony is an intra-psychic journey for both the Master and the slave-applicant. The purpose of
the binding ceremony is to provide focus. Inside every member of our clan beats a heart with the power and
intensity of a beast – what the Master must do is to tame that energy and mold it. It is to wed the power he
has with the craving to serve. You must get him to experience the joy and power of serving his Master. You
must make serving you all he wants. He needs to give himself completely and you need to take him completely.
The ceremony is consummated by the Master locking his new slave with a lock and chain and giving him a new
name. Both the new Master and slave sign their names in the Domesday book. The old slave-applicant is dead,
replaced by a new person. A person born with no other purpose but to serve his Master”
“And what happens if it doesn't work?” Dan asks.
“All I can really say is that whatever happens in there, the Patrick going in there is not going to be the
same person coming out. Who or what he becomes is up to you”.