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Iván's diary-another father and son story (M/m)
Excellent story, and with lots of room for many more chapters, if you wish. Thank you.
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looking forward to the next chapters 
Another treasure.
A very interesting story!
Congratulations.
Congratulations.
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Great story. I'm enjoy. Thank you.
Is it possible that the notebook will inspire Vince to try something?
Vince is definitely interested in playing like Ivan did.
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Carelesshealer
will the story be continued? im sure the gags and such will get more elaborate
Sure. I will post another chapter very soon
We wait with baited breath! These diary entries are amazing. Thank you for sharing them!
I love to chat and roleplay. DMs are open.
"Vince, dear, I've been calling you for a while now," said Vince's mother.
The boy was startled to hear his mother's voice snap him out of Ivan's world of bondage.
"Ah, Mom, sorry I didn't hear you" stammered Vince as he quickly closed Ivan's diary.
"What are you reading?
" "It's nothing mom, just an old notebook" said Vince, noticeably flustered.
His mother looked at him with a raised eyebrow before saying,
"Well, hurry up I need you to help me with some things downstairs
" "Yes, mom, I'll be right down"
"Don't be too long son"
When Vince was sure his mother was gone, he opened the journal again and noticed there were pages torn out, regretting that he couldn't read the contents Ivan had written, probably sitting in front of his desk, his mouth sealed with a wide piece of tape and his ankles tied to the chair legs. Anyway he read what was on the next page:
July 12, 2001
Here I am again writing a page for my diary, or maybe it's more than one, I don't know. As you can imagine, if anyone is reading this, I asked my father to gag me with duct tape and a small sponge ball, but one that completely filled my mouth, preventing my tongue from pushing on the wide strip of industrial grade silver duct tape that Dad used.
I'm here to tell the story that after almost two months since Alex and I were bound and gagged together at home, finally his parents gave him permission to have a sleepover at my house. They say sleepovers are only for girls, but I don't care. I'm happy because the sleepover Alex and I will have will be very quiet, and Dad really appreciates quiet in the house.
This happened over the past weekend. The plan was for dad to tie us up and gag us only with duct tape to watch a movie. Alex arrived with his mom at 7 pm. The woman and my dad talked for a while before she left, but not without warning her son to be good. Alex was wearing fairly comfortable and light pajamas, given the temperature that night. They were cotton pants, a Mario Bros t-shirt, white knee-high socks and green slippers. I had worn almost the same clothes, except different colors, my socks were gray, that's all that mattered to know.
After dinner we headed to the living room. Dad turned on the TV and before putting the movie in the DVD player he stood in front of us with a wide roll of black duct tape and a roll of silver tape. My dad's countenance was commanding and at the same time a small smile was forming on his face.
"Alright guys, I need complete silence for the next 90 minutes, hopefully I will have written at least 10 pages of my book. I trust you guys, but Alex didn't come just to watch a movie, did he?"
Alex shook his head, his face had flushed. Then he adjusted his glasses and cleared his voice.
"What do you have planned, sir?â€
"Glad you asked, who's going to go first?"
This time I let Alex volunteer. He looked at me and I nodded my head.
"Perfect, come over to me and put your hands in front where I can see them, young man"
Alex nodded and the thunderous sound of the duct tape being ripped off the roll filled the house. Dad placed the strip of duct tape over Alex's left fist and covered it with several wraps until it reached his forearm. Dad did the same with the right fist until Alex had both hands covered in black duct tape, like a pair of shiny gloves.
"Wow, this is great, I can't use my fingers, they are totally unusable" exclaimed Alex as he rubbed his face with his taped fists.
"That's the first step, Ivan, you're next" said dad and I quickly moved over to have my fists taped up just like Alex. We were both playing boxer as dad sorted out the long lengths of white rope he was going to use to tie us up.
Next Dad took Alex's arms behind his back and very carefully began wrapping the piece of rope around his bare wrists, bringing the ends of the rope together to tie knots that we have never been able to untie. Alex twisted his wrists to check how tightly he was tied and smiled in satisfaction, next his arms were pinned to his torso with a much longer piece of rope wrapped around his chest and shoulders. Dad probably didn't want to be so rough that night, so he tied Alex's legs together with duct tape at his ankles and at the knees.
"Follow the gag, boy," Dad said as he stretched a wide, long strip over Alex's mouth from ear to ear. I could catch a smile underneath the sticky, silvery material, a sign that Alex was having a great time. I thought that was it, but Dad pulled a long white handkerchief from his pocket that he tied over Alex's stuffy mouth and knotted it tightly behind his nape.
"There you go, Alex. Enjoy your moment of abduction," Dad said and gave Alex's cheek a gentle pat. "Ivan, it's your turn."
"I thought you'd never say it" I said excitedly. I'd never had my hands taped before, it was the closest thing to being mummified, I'll probably ask dad to do that one of these days.
He placed my arms behind my back and I felt the tug of the rope wrapped tightly, yet comfortably, around my slender wrists. The feeling of helplessness that the tape over my cuffs had caused was only maximized as the band of rope around my hands tightened sharply. There was no escape, if Dad didn't free us we weren't going to make it, and that thought filled me with excitement.
Finally Dad knotted another handkerchief over my covered mouth and took a picture. Then he let the movie start. Alex and I looked at each other.
"Mffughmm" I said.
"Mfffmgmm" he nodded .
I have no idea what Alex had said, but I still liked trying to talk while gagged.
The sleepover was great and when the movie was over, Dad tied our hands together in front of us, removed the duct tape from our mouths to replace it with fresh strips of duct tape. Alex and I slept like that, but with a blindfold on.
I know I told you that Dad said when I turned 13 he would give me a ball gag, like the ones the men in the magazines I found in his room had. However, yesterday he handed me a small box and when I opened it I found that precious object. In real life it looked much better, the ball was small, red and shiny. The straps were black. I took the ball gag between my hands and could feel the smooth, cool rubber of the ball. I couldn't wait any longer, so Daddy did me the honor of placing the gag in my mouth, settling behind my teeth and being adjusted behind the back of my neck.
"Mmmgffmfmmgg" I murmured, surprised that my words were intelligible. My mouth was half open and after a few minutes saliva began to trickle out of the corners of my mouth.
"Well, son, that's it for today, let's leave this thing for a special event, I don't want you to get bored before the good stuff starts. And don't worry about Alex, I have something for him too" dad said and showed me another box with a bright blue ball gag.
"Dad this is great, how did you get them" I said when my mouth was free of the red ball gag.
"Well, at a store that you are forbidden to visit. I tried to find the smaller ball gags because, you know, they don't sell ball gags for kids. Consider it a gift for your good grades in school. Keep it up and don't disappoint me."
"Thanks, Dad," I said and hugged him.
The chapter ended there and Vince found the photograph on the back of the page. As Ivan had described it, both he and Alex lay on a couch tightly bound and gagged in their pajamas of shorts and t-shirts. Alex had his head resting on Ivan's shoulder. It was a pity Vince couldn't see the taped fists of the two boys.
Vince closed the diary and ran to help his mom, promising to return to continue reading Ivan and Alex's adventures, now that they had their ball gags.
The boy was startled to hear his mother's voice snap him out of Ivan's world of bondage.
"Ah, Mom, sorry I didn't hear you" stammered Vince as he quickly closed Ivan's diary.
"What are you reading?
" "It's nothing mom, just an old notebook" said Vince, noticeably flustered.
His mother looked at him with a raised eyebrow before saying,
"Well, hurry up I need you to help me with some things downstairs
" "Yes, mom, I'll be right down"
"Don't be too long son"
When Vince was sure his mother was gone, he opened the journal again and noticed there were pages torn out, regretting that he couldn't read the contents Ivan had written, probably sitting in front of his desk, his mouth sealed with a wide piece of tape and his ankles tied to the chair legs. Anyway he read what was on the next page:
July 12, 2001
Here I am again writing a page for my diary, or maybe it's more than one, I don't know. As you can imagine, if anyone is reading this, I asked my father to gag me with duct tape and a small sponge ball, but one that completely filled my mouth, preventing my tongue from pushing on the wide strip of industrial grade silver duct tape that Dad used.
I'm here to tell the story that after almost two months since Alex and I were bound and gagged together at home, finally his parents gave him permission to have a sleepover at my house. They say sleepovers are only for girls, but I don't care. I'm happy because the sleepover Alex and I will have will be very quiet, and Dad really appreciates quiet in the house.
This happened over the past weekend. The plan was for dad to tie us up and gag us only with duct tape to watch a movie. Alex arrived with his mom at 7 pm. The woman and my dad talked for a while before she left, but not without warning her son to be good. Alex was wearing fairly comfortable and light pajamas, given the temperature that night. They were cotton pants, a Mario Bros t-shirt, white knee-high socks and green slippers. I had worn almost the same clothes, except different colors, my socks were gray, that's all that mattered to know.
After dinner we headed to the living room. Dad turned on the TV and before putting the movie in the DVD player he stood in front of us with a wide roll of black duct tape and a roll of silver tape. My dad's countenance was commanding and at the same time a small smile was forming on his face.
"Alright guys, I need complete silence for the next 90 minutes, hopefully I will have written at least 10 pages of my book. I trust you guys, but Alex didn't come just to watch a movie, did he?"
Alex shook his head, his face had flushed. Then he adjusted his glasses and cleared his voice.
"What do you have planned, sir?â€
"Glad you asked, who's going to go first?"
This time I let Alex volunteer. He looked at me and I nodded my head.
"Perfect, come over to me and put your hands in front where I can see them, young man"
Alex nodded and the thunderous sound of the duct tape being ripped off the roll filled the house. Dad placed the strip of duct tape over Alex's left fist and covered it with several wraps until it reached his forearm. Dad did the same with the right fist until Alex had both hands covered in black duct tape, like a pair of shiny gloves.
"Wow, this is great, I can't use my fingers, they are totally unusable" exclaimed Alex as he rubbed his face with his taped fists.
"That's the first step, Ivan, you're next" said dad and I quickly moved over to have my fists taped up just like Alex. We were both playing boxer as dad sorted out the long lengths of white rope he was going to use to tie us up.
Next Dad took Alex's arms behind his back and very carefully began wrapping the piece of rope around his bare wrists, bringing the ends of the rope together to tie knots that we have never been able to untie. Alex twisted his wrists to check how tightly he was tied and smiled in satisfaction, next his arms were pinned to his torso with a much longer piece of rope wrapped around his chest and shoulders. Dad probably didn't want to be so rough that night, so he tied Alex's legs together with duct tape at his ankles and at the knees.
"Follow the gag, boy," Dad said as he stretched a wide, long strip over Alex's mouth from ear to ear. I could catch a smile underneath the sticky, silvery material, a sign that Alex was having a great time. I thought that was it, but Dad pulled a long white handkerchief from his pocket that he tied over Alex's stuffy mouth and knotted it tightly behind his nape.
"There you go, Alex. Enjoy your moment of abduction," Dad said and gave Alex's cheek a gentle pat. "Ivan, it's your turn."
"I thought you'd never say it" I said excitedly. I'd never had my hands taped before, it was the closest thing to being mummified, I'll probably ask dad to do that one of these days.
He placed my arms behind my back and I felt the tug of the rope wrapped tightly, yet comfortably, around my slender wrists. The feeling of helplessness that the tape over my cuffs had caused was only maximized as the band of rope around my hands tightened sharply. There was no escape, if Dad didn't free us we weren't going to make it, and that thought filled me with excitement.
Finally Dad knotted another handkerchief over my covered mouth and took a picture. Then he let the movie start. Alex and I looked at each other.
"Mffughmm" I said.
"Mfffmgmm" he nodded .
I have no idea what Alex had said, but I still liked trying to talk while gagged.
The sleepover was great and when the movie was over, Dad tied our hands together in front of us, removed the duct tape from our mouths to replace it with fresh strips of duct tape. Alex and I slept like that, but with a blindfold on.
I know I told you that Dad said when I turned 13 he would give me a ball gag, like the ones the men in the magazines I found in his room had. However, yesterday he handed me a small box and when I opened it I found that precious object. In real life it looked much better, the ball was small, red and shiny. The straps were black. I took the ball gag between my hands and could feel the smooth, cool rubber of the ball. I couldn't wait any longer, so Daddy did me the honor of placing the gag in my mouth, settling behind my teeth and being adjusted behind the back of my neck.
"Mmmgffmfmmgg" I murmured, surprised that my words were intelligible. My mouth was half open and after a few minutes saliva began to trickle out of the corners of my mouth.
"Well, son, that's it for today, let's leave this thing for a special event, I don't want you to get bored before the good stuff starts. And don't worry about Alex, I have something for him too" dad said and showed me another box with a bright blue ball gag.
"Dad this is great, how did you get them" I said when my mouth was free of the red ball gag.
"Well, at a store that you are forbidden to visit. I tried to find the smaller ball gags because, you know, they don't sell ball gags for kids. Consider it a gift for your good grades in school. Keep it up and don't disappoint me."
"Thanks, Dad," I said and hugged him.
The chapter ended there and Vince found the photograph on the back of the page. As Ivan had described it, both he and Alex lay on a couch tightly bound and gagged in their pajamas of shorts and t-shirts. Alex had his head resting on Ivan's shoulder. It was a pity Vince couldn't see the taped fists of the two boys.
Vince closed the diary and ran to help his mom, promising to return to continue reading Ivan and Alex's adventures, now that they had their ball gags.
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Carelesshealer
great chapter makes you wonder if hes gonna start using real ballgags xD
wow!!!
ivan diary is getting very very interesting...
and his games with his friend!!! incredible!!!!
ivan diary is getting very very interesting...
and his games with his friend!!! incredible!!!!
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loved this story hope you continue
I just got a radical notion.. What if there are videos.
Sounds good, maybe there are videos...
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Very nice story. I hope they will continu!
this story is turning awesome. with every chapter
The rest of the day Vince spent helping his mother, moving things up to the second floor and rearranging other things. At every moment the photographs he had found in the diary and the descriptions of Ivan's adventures came to his mind. Analyzing it with a cool mind, Vince couldn't help but feel a little curious beyond the morbid curiosity he felt when he saw those photographs. Secretly he too wished to live those moments, bound between ropes and gagged. He also desired adventures with his father.
At nightfall and after dinner, Vince went back upstairs to his room and found the diary right where he had left it. The lights in the house were still not working, so he took a flashlight and began to read the next page.
July 26, 2001
"It's been several days without me writing any pages, but here I am again. As you may have noticed, I don't usually write without my mouth being gagged. I suggested to my father that he put the ballgag in my mouth, but he refused because my saliva might wet the paper. It was a good decision, my mouth is filled with a sponge ball that fills it nicely and keeps my tongue still. Over my lips a wide strip of black electrical tape stretches from ear to ear. I personally love that tape, it's super thin and stretchy and it also shines really bright.
Anyway, I don't want to be redundant and will go on to give a little recount of the latest kidnapped boy adventures that Alex and I went through in the last couple of days.
A couple of days after my dad gave me the ballgag, we invited Alex on an outing to the woods. Dad said he would like Alex and I to be tied up outdoors. He said he knew a good place with a beautiful lake nearby. Sure enough, Alex and I rode in the trunk of Dad's car. He had bound our hands with duct tape and gagged us with a cloth over our mouths and a couple of wraps of duct tape around our mouths. Finally he placed a blindfold over our eyes, a long thin piece of black cloth. It was a comfortable ride and I'm sure Dad took a picture. When we arrived dad untied us and for a couple of hours we had fun like a couple of normal kids, however, the moment came for which Alex and I were ready. Dad called us and we went to him. Dad had long lengths of rope ready. I wanted to go first. I placed my hands behind my back and immediately felt the rubbing of the ropes against my bare wrists. Slowly Dad formed a tight band of rope which he secured with another piece of rope between my wrists, to further tighten the band holding them together. He then moved down to my ankles, using more ropes he tied them together before tying my knees above and below. The last length of ropes were wrapped around my chest and shoulders to hold my arms against my torso, so that I could only pretend to squirm, moving my shoulders from side to side and struggling with my wrists, my slender fingers feeling the soft surface of the white cotton rope daddy used. Finally Dad took my red ballgag and settled it between my teeth, tying the straps behind my neck and tightening them snugly. After that my voice dropped to unintelligible mumbles. I could see Alex stifling a shy laugh by covering his mouth with his hand.
Finally Alex ended up bound and gagged next to me. His blue ballgag looked big in his mouth, forcing him to keep his mouth open. He might not want to admit it, but he felt a little uncomfortable, his face had turned red."
The handwriting on those pages was slightly different from the others and at the bottom of the last page of that diary entry Vince found a somewhat yellowed photograph. Against the surface of the lake were silhouetted the slender silhouettes of two bound boys, on their backs, so Vince had a full perspective of the boys' bound wrists, their arms attached to their torsos by bands of rope. Both boys were wearing T-shirts and cargo shorts and were sitting on a long, thick log next to each other. Ivan and Alex were looking back with their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open because of those ballgags gagging them. It was a good picture, Vince thought. Then he found the second photograph. Both boys bound and gagged with duct tape, blindfolded, lying inside a small space, the trunk of Ivan's dad's car, according to his diary. Vince continued on the next page.
"Alex got sick after our trip with Dad, so I had to play alone for quite a while. Our bondage sessions were usually the same old same old, me gagged with some duct tape or my ballgag, tied up tight while Dad was locked in his room writing. One time Dad decided to test my endurance and tied me to a wooden chair, shirtless and wearing only athletic shorts and socks. Dad stuffed two of my socks in my mouth, then tied a handkerchief with a knot in the middle, added a couple of layers of white medical tape and finally several wraps of silver duct tape. It was by far the biggest and tightest gag Dad had ever used on me. At first I felt uncomfortable, but the adrenaline took over my body and mind, so I just enjoyed it. Then he tied me to the chair with ropes, which dug into my skin mercilessly. My hands behind my back and my arms glued to the back of the chair. My ankles tied to each leg of the chair. The next thing that happened was daddy started tickling me, naked from the waist up, I felt exposed to daddy's slender fingers which attacked me mercilessly as my stifled laughter was trapped under that heavy gag. After the tickle attack daddy gave me a moment's respite then slid ice chips down my back and chest. He also dropped a couple inside my underpants. Then he removed my socks and his fingers attacked the soles of my feet. The ice cubes were also melting under my soles.
After a long torture of tickling and ice cubes, I ended up exhausted. Dad had tied me up in front of a huge full-length mirror and I watched him take his camera and take a picture."
The story ended there and Vince found the aforementioned photograph behind the page. There lay Ivan barefoot and wearing only athletic shorts sitting in a wooden chair with no arms. The boy's hair was wet, sticking to his forehead, and there were stains on his shorts, probably from melting ice water. In addition to the gag, Vince found a disturbing detail on Ivan's face, dark circles under his eyes, dark and deep. Ivan's father appeared in the photo, but the camera flash reflected by the mirror covered his face. The man was quite tall and stocky, what little of his face was visible suggested he had no beard. Another disturbing detail that Vince noticed was a couple of bruises on Ivan's abdomen.
Vince continued with the next page, in which Ivan told in a perfunctory way that his dad had locked him in the basement as part of a new kidnapping game. The photograph showed Ivan sitting on a thin mattress, wearing dirty clothes, his arms tied above his head, his wrists tied to a ring sticking out of the wall. The red ballgag was tucked between his lips. Ivan had a different look, it wasn't a relaxed look, it was a tired look. Vince began to have his doubts about the origin of those stories and the photographs. The next morning he decided that he would do some research. At the moment, it was late and his mother had already told him to go to bed.
At nightfall and after dinner, Vince went back upstairs to his room and found the diary right where he had left it. The lights in the house were still not working, so he took a flashlight and began to read the next page.
July 26, 2001
"It's been several days without me writing any pages, but here I am again. As you may have noticed, I don't usually write without my mouth being gagged. I suggested to my father that he put the ballgag in my mouth, but he refused because my saliva might wet the paper. It was a good decision, my mouth is filled with a sponge ball that fills it nicely and keeps my tongue still. Over my lips a wide strip of black electrical tape stretches from ear to ear. I personally love that tape, it's super thin and stretchy and it also shines really bright.
Anyway, I don't want to be redundant and will go on to give a little recount of the latest kidnapped boy adventures that Alex and I went through in the last couple of days.
A couple of days after my dad gave me the ballgag, we invited Alex on an outing to the woods. Dad said he would like Alex and I to be tied up outdoors. He said he knew a good place with a beautiful lake nearby. Sure enough, Alex and I rode in the trunk of Dad's car. He had bound our hands with duct tape and gagged us with a cloth over our mouths and a couple of wraps of duct tape around our mouths. Finally he placed a blindfold over our eyes, a long thin piece of black cloth. It was a comfortable ride and I'm sure Dad took a picture. When we arrived dad untied us and for a couple of hours we had fun like a couple of normal kids, however, the moment came for which Alex and I were ready. Dad called us and we went to him. Dad had long lengths of rope ready. I wanted to go first. I placed my hands behind my back and immediately felt the rubbing of the ropes against my bare wrists. Slowly Dad formed a tight band of rope which he secured with another piece of rope between my wrists, to further tighten the band holding them together. He then moved down to my ankles, using more ropes he tied them together before tying my knees above and below. The last length of ropes were wrapped around my chest and shoulders to hold my arms against my torso, so that I could only pretend to squirm, moving my shoulders from side to side and struggling with my wrists, my slender fingers feeling the soft surface of the white cotton rope daddy used. Finally Dad took my red ballgag and settled it between my teeth, tying the straps behind my neck and tightening them snugly. After that my voice dropped to unintelligible mumbles. I could see Alex stifling a shy laugh by covering his mouth with his hand.
Finally Alex ended up bound and gagged next to me. His blue ballgag looked big in his mouth, forcing him to keep his mouth open. He might not want to admit it, but he felt a little uncomfortable, his face had turned red."
The handwriting on those pages was slightly different from the others and at the bottom of the last page of that diary entry Vince found a somewhat yellowed photograph. Against the surface of the lake were silhouetted the slender silhouettes of two bound boys, on their backs, so Vince had a full perspective of the boys' bound wrists, their arms attached to their torsos by bands of rope. Both boys were wearing T-shirts and cargo shorts and were sitting on a long, thick log next to each other. Ivan and Alex were looking back with their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open because of those ballgags gagging them. It was a good picture, Vince thought. Then he found the second photograph. Both boys bound and gagged with duct tape, blindfolded, lying inside a small space, the trunk of Ivan's dad's car, according to his diary. Vince continued on the next page.
"Alex got sick after our trip with Dad, so I had to play alone for quite a while. Our bondage sessions were usually the same old same old, me gagged with some duct tape or my ballgag, tied up tight while Dad was locked in his room writing. One time Dad decided to test my endurance and tied me to a wooden chair, shirtless and wearing only athletic shorts and socks. Dad stuffed two of my socks in my mouth, then tied a handkerchief with a knot in the middle, added a couple of layers of white medical tape and finally several wraps of silver duct tape. It was by far the biggest and tightest gag Dad had ever used on me. At first I felt uncomfortable, but the adrenaline took over my body and mind, so I just enjoyed it. Then he tied me to the chair with ropes, which dug into my skin mercilessly. My hands behind my back and my arms glued to the back of the chair. My ankles tied to each leg of the chair. The next thing that happened was daddy started tickling me, naked from the waist up, I felt exposed to daddy's slender fingers which attacked me mercilessly as my stifled laughter was trapped under that heavy gag. After the tickle attack daddy gave me a moment's respite then slid ice chips down my back and chest. He also dropped a couple inside my underpants. Then he removed my socks and his fingers attacked the soles of my feet. The ice cubes were also melting under my soles.
After a long torture of tickling and ice cubes, I ended up exhausted. Dad had tied me up in front of a huge full-length mirror and I watched him take his camera and take a picture."
The story ended there and Vince found the aforementioned photograph behind the page. There lay Ivan barefoot and wearing only athletic shorts sitting in a wooden chair with no arms. The boy's hair was wet, sticking to his forehead, and there were stains on his shorts, probably from melting ice water. In addition to the gag, Vince found a disturbing detail on Ivan's face, dark circles under his eyes, dark and deep. Ivan's father appeared in the photo, but the camera flash reflected by the mirror covered his face. The man was quite tall and stocky, what little of his face was visible suggested he had no beard. Another disturbing detail that Vince noticed was a couple of bruises on Ivan's abdomen.
Vince continued with the next page, in which Ivan told in a perfunctory way that his dad had locked him in the basement as part of a new kidnapping game. The photograph showed Ivan sitting on a thin mattress, wearing dirty clothes, his arms tied above his head, his wrists tied to a ring sticking out of the wall. The red ballgag was tucked between his lips. Ivan had a different look, it wasn't a relaxed look, it was a tired look. Vince began to have his doubts about the origin of those stories and the photographs. The next morning he decided that he would do some research. At the moment, it was late and his mother had already told him to go to bed.
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lilshinefan
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amazing stuff i can't wait to see where it goes
wow!!!
vince found something what seem left him with some questions and doubts...
and me too.. seem ivan stopped enjoying the kidnappinh games with dad????
vince found something what seem left him with some questions and doubts...
and me too.. seem ivan stopped enjoying the kidnappinh games with dad????
What a curious development! You have my undivided attention.
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I almost forgot this story, It was long time ago since you update it.
And this this new chapter left me with some questions about the last Ivan´s photo found by Vince. Ivan could be an excelent actor playing a kidnapped boy role, with his dirty clothes, but at same time could be some disturbing.
I'm on hold about next update chapter.
And this this new chapter left me with some questions about the last Ivan´s photo found by Vince. Ivan could be an excelent actor playing a kidnapped boy role, with his dirty clothes, but at same time could be some disturbing.
I'm on hold about next update chapter.