Chapter 11 - The Chase Scene
Recap - Luke promises Selim 4 days as his prisoner if Selim will let him go and work together. Now they wait for their ride, knowing the kidnappers also know their location.
Luke the Captive Detective's POV
Dasol was there in 30 minutes. As payment for promising to give us a lift, Selim offered my mouth to Dasol.
“Oh how thoughtful!†Dasol said, kissing Selim's hand and sauntering over to me.
He grabbed my hair and forced his cock down my throat, same as Selim before him. He took his sweet time face-fucking me. Time we didn't fucking have. I did my best to suck him off to speed up the process, but the little twink still lasted way too long for comfort. When he finally finished I spit out his cum, but he caught a good bit of it in his hand.
Reaching down, he wrapped his wet hand around my dick.
“Have you guys gotten him off yet?â€
Selim shook his head. Dasol started to jack me off. To make things go a little faster, I tried to rock myself and thrust into his closed fist. It worked for a second, but then I tipped backwards and rolled onto my back.
I was flipped like a crab, ass and balls pointing to the sky, wiggling stupidly. Dasol and Selim laughed at me. In any other situation I'd be embarrassed, but right at this moment all I could think about was the fact that the kidnapper was probably on his way to snag us.
Dasol kept giving me a handjob, now also playing with my balls and tickling my exposed taint. Selim tickled my feet.
I don't usually last very long. I'm a quick cummer, and have to rely on pulling out or extensive foreplay and edging to drag things out. Yet for some reason, when I needed to get off fast I couldn't do it.
Another 30 minutes or so passed before I finally orgasmed. It had been an hour since Nahum’s capture. We had to go.
Selim and Dasol prepared me for transport. They unlocked the yoke and re-cuffed my hands behind my back with a pair of thick Darby cuffs. They unlocked my ankles from their cuffs.
As I was awkwardly putting my underwear on with my handcuffed hands, I saw a cloud of dust at the end of the country house’s long dirt driveway.
“Oh shit,†I shouted.
The others looked out the window. The truck sped towards the house and parked between the front door and Dasol’s car. Rolland stepped out of the truck, swinging Nahum's keys on his index finger. He walked towards the front -and only- door of the house.
“Bathroom window,†Selim said, “we can climb out.â€
Selim and I ran to the bathroom, but Dasol stayed put.
“I'm gonna hold him off.†Dasol said. He threw his car keys to Selim.
“Dumbass he’s twice your size, he’ll take you down in 5 seconds.†I said.
Dasol smiled.
“Gawd I hope so. I saw that bondage Uhaul. I want in. If I can't be a part of the game, at least let me be collateral damage.â€
Dasol dramatically turned and put his weight against the front door.
Selim and I ran to the bathroom.
I heard Rolland push the door open. He slammed Dasol against the wall.
“Where are they?â€
Selim popped the window open and climbed through. I tried to do the same, but with my hands cuffed behind my back I couldn't pull myself up.
“Toss me the key.†I whispered. On the other side of the house I heard Rolland slap Dasol and question him again.
Selim shook his head.
“You're stronger than me. You're my only way out of here. You can cuff me again no problem. But you need to unlock me or we’re both fucked.â€
I heard Rolland hit Dasol again, then throw him to the ground. The definitive rip of duct tape echoed through the small house.
Selim passed me the keys. I deftly unlocked the cuffs and tossed the handcuffs and keys to Selim. I grabbed a bath towel and climbed out the window. We sprinted towards Dasol's car.
I looked over my shoulder and made eye contact with Rolland through the open front door. He was straddling Dasol and had just finished duct taping the twink’s wrists behind his back.
Immediately seeing us, Rolland stood up, picked Dasol off the ground and threw him over his shoulder. The massive man ran towards us.
I didn't dare look back to see him gaining on us.
Selim hopped in the driver's seat. I threw open the passenger door and hopped in. Roland was 5 feet behind me.
Before I could even close the door, or Rolland could even pull me out of the car, Selim floored it.
The car sped forward, kicking up dust in Rolland and Dasol’s face. I slammed the door shut mid-motion. I lay the towel over my lap so I wouldn't be riding in just my briefs.
When we were at the edge of the driveway Selim handed me my phone and told me to plug in his address. I routed us towards his home.
In the rearview mirror, I saw Rolland throw Dasol into the back seat of Nahum’s truck and drive down the driveway towards us.
“That son of bitch is trying to trail us.â€
Selim took off down the country roads, but Rolland kept up, always in view of us, never more than 20 yards back. I shouted directions to Selim and checked in the mirror at our pursuer.
“We gotta lose him!†I said, “before we get too into town. Before it's clear who’s house we're going to.â€
“I'm trying my best!†Selim said, “the roads are so long. There's no one else out here. It's too flat.â€
He approached a stop sign, came to a stop, and turned on his left turn signal before turning left.
“WHY ARE YOU USING YOUR TURN SIGNALS!?â€
“I'm a good driver Luke. I follow the laws. I can't a afford a ticket.â€
“You're literally telegraphing which way you're going! Selim have you been doing this the whole time?â€
“I follow the rules Luke.â€
“Oh my god.†We came to a traffic light, Selim turned on his right blinker, “oh my god, Selim you have to stop-â€
At the last second he turned left and ran the red light.
Rolland, having expected an easy right on red, instinctively slammed on the breaks.
I smiled at Selim.
“That's the only time I do that. And don't tell the police.â€
“Dude we're in a low speed road race, in a vehicle that's not ours, because the owner of the vehicle is being held captive… ain't one in this game gonna tell the police shit.â€
I checked the rearview mirror, no Rolland yet, but It would only be a minute before he turned and caught up to us. We had to put another turn between us.
On the map I saw our saving grace - a new suburban development, built when an old farmer had sold off his farm a few years back. It was half a mile down the road. I routed Selim that way.
By the time Rolland corrected and caught up to us, we were lost in the maze of cookie cutter houses and nonsensical cul-de-sacs. Even if he could find us, Rolland would have to be a special kind of stupid to attempt a double kidnapping in broad weekend daylight in the streets of an uptight new-money suburb.
We were safe.
“Now what?†Selim asked, “he'll check both our places eventually.â€
“We swing by yours,†I said, “just for a minute. You grab the chastity belt and something for both of us to wear to the Eagle tonight. Selim, do you have anything that could keep people from recognizing us at the bar?â€
“I have some ideas,†he said.
We drove to his place, he ran in and came out holding a duffle bag. I texted a friend and asked if we could chill at her place for a few hours. She said she wasn't home, but I had a key and could totally use her place while she was gone.
I wrapped the towel I’d taken around my waist and we went into her apartment. Inside I dropped the towel and my briefs.
“I'm making good on my end of the deal Selim,†I said, “don't make me regret it.â€
He smiled and took the steel chastity belt out of his bag.
“I can't promise you won't regret it,†he said, helping get it fitted on me, “but I can promise that you'll be out of this belt and safely stored at my house by this time tomorrow.â€
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A twinge of fear ran down my spine at the re-realization I’d basically traded away the next few days of freedom.
It'd be worth it if we won though.
“Ok Luke,†Selim said, staring for a second at my locked manhood, “who is the kidnapper, and how do we take him down?â€