Rick meets his Waterloo

Later that day, the trap was set. Ron had to admit that he was all sorts of nervous. Almost anything could go wrong, and he could potentially be spending the rest of his life rimming hairy assed bikers or worse.

He had sent Rick a text:

<Hey buddy. i've met a new girl. She's really special. I'd love you to meet her. Are you still at the apartment?>

<Ron - good to hear from you. Yes! Please bring her round today!>

and there it was. Rick had politely asked him to come with her. He had to go now. There was no backing out. Rick had deployed his politeness even in a SMS text message and Ron was obliged to comply. He spent the next hour prepping Kelly, making sure she knew that this was a special trick they were playing on an old friend and that when this was all done that he,Ron, would eventually be happy and that she, Kelly, would be the direct cause of that happiness. Kelly looked a combination of delighted and determined. Of course, Ron played relentlessly with her ample breasts while she read his instructions, committing them entirely to memory.

"Ron! Come in," said Rick, sounding genuinely pleased to see his old friend once more. For a sickening second Ron wondered if he was doing the right thing. Completely throwing away that friendship and making an enemy of probably the most powerful man in the world. "Take a seat, please!" said Rick, and there it was again, confirmation that he was doing the right thing. He had been given an absolute imperative with the word please at the end and now he was on the sofa unable to get off.

Kelly followed Ron into the room carrying her purse.

"Wow!" said Rick taking a step back and staring at Kelly. "Oh my. Ron you have outdone yourself this time buddy. I think I'm going to let you watch me fuck this one. you can jerk off while I'm doing her".

Ron said nothing.

"Sweetheart, please take all of your clothes off and get down on your hands and knees".

Kelly, completely deaf, ignored him and unzipped her purse.

"Hey honey. I said PLEASE take all of your clothes off"!

A moment later and she held a small gadget out in front of her.

"No PLEASE dont do that. I, uuunh." he said, failing to complete his sentence when all the wind came out of him as the taser hit him in the chest.

Ron had planned on helping her, but found he still couldn't bring himself to get off the sofa - Rick had asked him nicely to sit on it after all.

However, Kelly had it all in hand. In a moment, she had the insulation tape out and Rick was immobile. A small red ball gag was popped in his mouth and fastened at the back of his head to stop him speaking. Ron had thought of that. What would he have done if Rick had asked him nicely to attack Kelly to get her to stop? Now she had him restrained and his voice commands stopped.

This wasn't enough though, and Kelly continued with her part of the plan. In a moment Rick's shorts were hauled down and his legs and arms tied to the edges of the kitchen table with his ass on show. From the sofa Ron could see his face.

"Hey Rick. Shame she isn't doing what you said. Maybe you didnt say it nicely enough".

Rick twisted his head to see the beautiful full busted girl approaching once more. What was she doing? Was she wearing a strap on? No. Surely she wasn't goint to... No!!!!" he tried to squeal into the gag as she grabbed him by the hips and slotted the fake cock hard into his ass and began to pump him.

"You see buddy. I'm pretty sure you asked her nice and polite to get on her hands and knees so you could buttfuck her - and look, she ignored you and now your ass is taking a pounding. How does that feel?" he said with glee.

Rick swivelled his head from his friend to the beautiful woman and back, trying to make sense of what was going on but failing. However as Ron had suspected, the failure of his "Please" had rocked him to the core. Had he lost it? Were there other people out there who could somehow simply ignore him? He had gotten so used to commanding anyone he chose to do anything he wanted and it had never failed until now.

Rick could see Ron struggling with something too. His friend sat on the sofa unable to attack or help him because Rick had asked him nicely to sit there, was red faced and sweating as if on some mammoth task. Then there it was, a moment or two later. He was on his feet. Fuck!!! thought Rick Now Ron was ignoring his commands.

Looking like he had run a marathon, Ron turned to face him, "See buddy, you can ask me nicely too and I ain't gonna do shit. How long before everyone ignores you?"

Rick looked devastated. Not just due to the buttfucking that was making him screw his face up and producing tears in his eyes, but had he really lost his powers. In a moment he would find out as Ron approached him and pulled the little gag from his mouth.

"Ugg. uhm, thanks. uh. Please Ron! Make her stop! Ow"

"Ha", said Ron, with a shrug. "No. Got you, you bastard! You're done!" He went round behind Rick, kissed Kelly fully on the lips and went into his own kitchen and turned the kettle on, determined to let Kelly buggar his best friend for a while yet.

Rick and Ron both knew that Rick's powers were broken. As soon as he lost confidence in commanding Kelly it was all over, leaving Rick and everyone else with their free will returned.

Or did it... Ron looked contemplatively at the back of his note and found he still could not bring himself to turn it over to see what it said. He wondered if it still possessed the power to get him a free blowjob from any woman of his choice. He would find out soon.