The church bells rang out their bright, powerful, clarion sound as our service finished this morning. As they usually did every Sunday morning once our church's service got out. The people who'd attended this morning's service were slowly trickling their way out of the church, going about their usual business in the world outside of the church's walls. People from all different walks of life. Me being one of them. I paused in the halls as I watched them exiting out, congregating with one another, chatting about their various goings on. Family, friends, work colleagues. All come to get their weekly fill of the Lord and His holy sermons. I had a slightly different plan in mind for this Sunday than I usually did. I had no desire to join in the congregations and chats or to go home and just enjoy the day He brought us. I decided instead to explore the church's library deep beneath in the catacombs. What could it hurt, I wondered, to have a good read or two of more than just a few passages of one book, the Holy Bible, and educate myself on various other spiritual practices and whatnot?

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As I walked along in-between the bookshelves, eyeing the various books and sermons and choir sheet music, my eyes fell inquisitively onto one book in particular. A misshapen, broad, lengthy book with an odd black covering over it. A book that looked distinctly out of place from the rest of the books down here in the church's library. I quickly made my way over to it and slipped it off the shelf. It was rather large considering what most books were usually like, and especially gothic and dark and gloomy compared to the rest. With dark vine-like shapes all over the cover. Like tiny tendrils wrapping around the book. I slipped the book open to get a small look at the inside just to find out more. I was immediately greeted with walls of Latin text and illustrations of the most vile, despicable creatures I'd seen in a long time. Fire, demons, blood, devils, rage. My eyes widened the more I looked at them. How did such an odd book end up in such a holy place, I wondered to myself? Did someone leave it here in this library by accident and someone just sorted it onto this shelf without really looking at it? Did it get put in here as a sick joke hoping someone would pick up such a book and use it for some terrible, demented means?

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My head was spinning with questions. I couldn't contain my curiosity for another minute. I tucked the book under my holy robes and snuck it home with me, my head looking left to right every minute or so on the way out of the church, eyes darting left and right to make sure nobody was seeing me sneaking out of here with this odd, mysterious book. Before I knew it, I'd parked my car and made my way into my home. Finally in a position to take out the book and read it further, I placed it on my table and cracked it open. Just endless walls and walls of Latin text on each page. Pictures of the devil and his followers. Pictures of hell itself in its many forms. I finally stopped on one page that looked significantly darker than the rest. Blackened. Like the page was tainted. What looked like a handprint in the very center of the page formed from vague black shapes. The Latin on this page in particular seemed easy to read. So I decided to read it. I placed my right hand on the handprint on the page, speaking the words out loud. Words that only I could hear. I finally finished chanting the Latin text on the phrase before looking at the page and book as a whole, wondering what I'd just chanted. What vile, despicable Latin words I'd just uttered. What kind of mysterious Satanic power I'd unleashed.

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Yet nothing happened. The book seemed to lay in front of me lifeless and motionless. I finally removed my hand, thinking nothing had happened. I shook my head, closing the book and pushing it off to the side, thinking it WAS just some sick joke, before I finally left the room. The rest of the day went by pretty uneventfully as I relaxed and watched some television. As I finally slipped into my pajamas and got to sleep, I heard the gentle pitter patter of rain hitting my window. Light rain with a bit of thunder outside. Distant thunder that created very mild amounts of sound. As I let my eyes slide closed, I could feel the world drifting away from me as I fell into a deep, powerful sleep, the troubles and anxieties of the world fading away from me.

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The next that I knew, I was lifting my head up and looking all around me. I was in what looked like a dungeon cell. Dim candles lit all around me in the distant corners of the dungeon. The sound of the rain outside that window was suddenly gone, replaced by an eerie, dead silence. Not even crickets outside to fill the silence. I was sitting in an oddly-shaped chair in one corner of the room. Just as I moved to get up and move closer to the bars of the dungeon cell to look out, I quickly found that I was shackled down to the chair by my hands and my feet. Unable to move a single inch. I started to feel my heart beat uneasily. This was a dream, right? A bad dream? Some horrible thing was going to come for me and stab me while I was in the chair like this, right? Or come and torture me or something. It would hurt in the dream and then I'd wake up and feel nothing. It was only now that I realized there was somebody directly in front of me sitting in a similar chair. Watching my every move from his own chair in the darkness. Eyeing me all over with delicious, devious intent. As I stared at your large, dark form in your own chair, unable to make out what you look like and only able to make out your basic shape, I started to get a feeling that this dream was not going to be over quickly, and that I'd be here for quite some time...

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Hello there! 29-year-old guy of average-yet-hairy build verging on cub / chub build with quite a bit of belly pudge here looking to do an RP with another guy of huge, chubby / bearish build who's looking to RP as a demonic incubus character.

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In this RP, I play a young, holy gentleman who wanders into his church's catacombs and finds a mysterious book, taking it home and using it to free you from your literary bonds and allowing you to invade my dreams and meet me for the first time in my dreams, taking the shape of my desired human form, a chubby, bearish man. There, you decide to make a deal with me: You use your demonic powers to change the course of my human life, granted me fame, wealth, power, sex beyond my heart's content, whatever my heart desires. And in return, I would belong to you now. My body would belong to you. I would show up in your sex dungeon every night whenever I'd sleep and you'd get to act out all your deepest, darkest sexual fantasies on me. My soul would belong to you once I die.

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My biggest kinks are giving / receiving anal sex, giving / receiving blowjobs, frottage, deep rimming / ass massage, fart sniffing, foot / armpit play, body worship, bondage and BDSM, bears and chubs and large men, fat cocks and balls, sweat and scent play, sex toys and poppers, straight-to-gay and other stuff like that. My only limits are scat, blood, underage, or anything else illegal.

DM ME IF YOU'RE INTERESTED!!! :D