Best Friends (mm hypno)

My name is Edward Alexander Lassiter, but all my friends call me Ed. Not that I have that many. Friends, that is.

I have had two best friends since high school, however. We were not a threesome, though, and I had kept their friendships with me rather separate. The first, Bill, was a bit of a con man. He always seemed to be up to something, living on the edge. He was into everything, and not afraid to try anything like I was. I think I must have lived vicariously through his risks and adventures, enjoying that bit of danger he brought into my life.

On the other hand, Daniel was as straight as an arrow. He had joined the police force right out of school, and took his job very seriously. He tolerated Bill when he came around, but there was always a look of disapproval on his face.

I suppose I fell somewhere in-between. I wasn't a danger to society, but I also didn't mind bending the rules every now and then.

Sexually? Well, Bill knew that I was gay, had known since tenth grade. We had fooled around a bit, but for him it was more of a game, an adventure. I didn't think he was gay, but I didn't pry too closely into what he actually did for pleasure.

Daniel had had a couple of girlfriends, but none of them had worked out. He took himself too seriously, and I think most modern women are looking for a bit more spice in their diet. He had no idea that I was gay, and I tried very hard to keep it from him.

You see, the truth was I had an enormous crush on him. He had those 'football captain, all-American' good looks. Thick blond hair, deep blue eyes, the works. It was not the 'he's absolutely perfect' type of crush. Cause in my mind, he wasn't - too straight really. It was more of a fantasy of me being able to bring out his hidden depths, getting him to be more than he was, thanks to my devotion and sexual prowess.

But I digress.

Daniel turned up every Thursday night for a meal and a chat. We talked about sports and life and I had a few beers - I never smoked when he was around though- and then he left and I jerked myself to sleep. I know it's unhealthy to be so fixated, but that's just the way it was.

Bill on the other hand dropped in randomly, as the mood hit him. Sometimes I didn't see him for weeks, but sometimes he'd be on my couch for a month.

It was one of Bill's surprise visits that set the whole thing in motion. It was a Thursday night, and Daniel and I had just settled down to eat. Daniel was in his uniform, as he'd come straight from his shift. This was a big turn on for me, seeing him sitting across from me in his navy blue. Of course, I'm sure he felt uncomfortable, as he never liked the idea of wearing his uniform while he was off duty, even in the privacy of my apartment, cause it made him feel like he was breaking some golden rule.

His gun belt was on the other side of the room, and I couldn't help having fantasies of him getting up, flinging everything off the table and taking me there and then. Ridiculous I know, but entertaining. And gave me something to think about when he talked about boring things as he often did.

But the idea of clean cut, blue-eyed Daniel doing anything aggressive sexually was just an impossibility. I knew how his girlfriends must have felt, hoping for some passion, but instead getting an evening of clean shaven, polite and pleasant conversation. In fact, I don't think I had ever seen Daniel with a hair out of place, or clothes not completely neat and stain free. And he probably kissed with his lips tightly shut.

As I was musing on this, there was the unmistakable bang on the door that signaled the arrival of Bill. For a second I thought of ignoring it, to avoid the tension created by an evening with my both my friends in the same room. However, there seemed no way to avoid it. I went to the door, and let him in.

"Hi there, man. Hey, just passing through as usual, Ed. Hope I'm not interrupting anything." Bill pushed his way into the apartment, and he saw Daniel there. "Oh, having a romantic dinner, are we?" Luckily Bill's meaning was lost on Daniel, but I started to blush.

"Bill, a pleasure as usual." Daniel stuck his hand out, polite as always. Although he considered Bill a bad influence, he would never come out and get angry or say anything bad while a guest in my house. Sometimes I'd rather the two of them had a blazing row, rather than this mutual reserve.

"I suppose you want something to eat? I guess there's no point in asking you what you've been up to." I set another place at the table for my unexpected guest, and the next half hour passed with meaningful glances shared around the table and stilted conversation. The evening looked like it would be interminable, and the unfortunate thing was I knew that Daniel would excuse himself early to ease the tension. Plus i needed a cigarette real bad!

"Hey, Ed, you haven't fucking offered me anything to drink yet. What's on tap?" Bill got up from the table and went to my fridge. Inside there was only an almost empty bottle of white wine. I hadn't offered Daniel any. Daniel didn't drink, and I didn't like the tolerant look he gave me when I did.

"Nothing! Dry as a bone. Ed, Why don't you fucking go get us some beer?" Bill came over to me and handed me some money. This was unusual in itself, as he was more likely to be asking for change rather than giving it. The frightening thing of course was leaving these two in the apartment alone together. "Go on, don't worry. We'll be fine. And I have a few things I'd like to discuss with Officer Dan while I've got him here."

I don't know how it happened, but I was pushed out the door of my own home and sent on an errand like his personal butler. I was about to storm back in, but I thought it would be easier just to go and get the beer. When I got back, I knew that either Daniel would be gone, or Bill would be lying dead on the carpet.

The corner shop was closed, so I had to walk a couple of blocks to find what I wanted. It must have been a half hour or so before I got back home. I couldn't hear any screaming as I leaned my ear against the door, so I figured it was safe to enter.

Bill and Daniel were sitting facing each other on the sofa. I had the vague impression that Daniel was asleep, but he seemed to be listening intently to something Bill was saying in a low voice. As I put the beer in the fridge, they finished up their intense conversation and I went to join them. Daniel looked slightly dazed, as if he was trying hard to understand whatever it was Bill had just told him. Bill had a look on his face that could only be described as smug.

"Here's your beer then. Everything okay?"

"Sure, everything's fine. Dan and I were just having a chat, right man?" Bill took a final drag on a cigarette he was holding. I was surprised Daniel hadn't put it out or given him a lecture on the evils of smoking.

"Huh, sure, yeah. Nice chat" Daniel still seemed a bit dazed. I didn't know what had happened while I was gone, but it didn't look like it was good.

"Have you checked into a hotel yet, Bill? You don't want to leave it too late." This was my unsubtle way of saying that maybe he should leave before Daniel realized something was wrong and Bill was probably the cause of it.

"Actually, Dan here has just offered to let me stay at his place for a few nights. Isn't that right, Dan old man?"

"Yeah, sure...stay at my place."

Daniel was acting like a zombie, and I was getting worried. There was no way he would ever spend time voluntarily with Bill, let alone ask him to stay, and yet that was what they were saying.

"In fact, we were just talking about leaving, weren't we?. I've been traveling all day and I need some sleep. It was nice to catch up with you Ed. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Daniel, are you okay?" I asked.

"Huh? Sure, yeah, I'm fine. Need to go home, that's all. Asked Bill to stay." Daniel went over and put his gun belt back on, picked up his cap and headed for the door.

"Don't worry, Ed. Everything's fine." With a wink, Bill lit another cigarette and followed Daniel out the door, and what had started as a normal Thursday night ritual had ended abruptly and bizarrely.


The next morning I was still worried about Daniel and his unusual behavior, so I called the police station just to make sure he had made it home all right and to work. I was told that he had called in sick that morning, and that made me even more worried. In all the time I had known him, he had never taken a sick day. For him to take a Friday off meant that something was seriously wrong.

I called his apartment, but got no answer. I went around and knocked on his door, but got no response. A kindly but nosey neighbor told me that she had seen him go out that morning with another 'scruffy' gentleman, so I thanked her and went back home. I had no idea what was happening, but with Bill involved I had no doubt that it was trouble.

At three o'clock, I heard the familiar bang at my door, and raced to answer it. I was going to give Bill a big piece of my mind, but what I saw stopped me in my tracks.

Bill was standing there with an idiotic grin on his face, and standing behind him was what used to be Daniel.

This new Daniel was wearing the same dark blue uniform as last night, except this time it was his summer shirt with short sleeves that showed off his muscles. He had his thumbs tucked into his gun belt in an arrogant manner, and was wearing mirrored sunglasses. His head was cocked to the side and he was chewing gum, while his normally neat, flat blond hair was combed up into an aggressive pomp. This was not a Daniel I had ever seen, and it left me speechless.

"Aren't you going to invite us in, Ed?" Bill pushed past me, and Daniel swaggered in behind. "Oh, by the way, this is my friend Danny. Danny, say hello to Ed."

Daniel reached out his hand to shake mine, and I felt like I was in the middle of some weird dream.

"Hey there, Ed. Any friend of Bill's a fuckin' friend of mine." With that, he swaggered over to stand next to Bill, who had made himself comfortable on the sofa.

"What the hell is going on?" I pulled him aside. "And what the fuck have you done to Daniel?" I was getting way too stressed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," said Bill with a smirk. "My friend and I just decided to drop by for a visit. Now, were you going to offer us a beer?"

I tried to say something, but my brain just didn't seem to be working. I went to get a beer to give myself breathing space. Bill took the beer from me, then looked up cheekily.

"What about my friend Danny? Aren't you going to offer him one?" I didn't know what they were up to, but I thought I better just play along until they got tired of the joke.

"Sure, why not? Danny, would you like a beer?" Daniel looked down at Bill, as if waiting for something. Bill nodded, and Daniel turned back to me.

"That'd be great, man. I'd love one." This was getting too much Even if this was some sort of weird joke, Daniel still wouldn't drink. He just wouldn't.

I came back from the kitchen, and the two were exactly where I'd left them. 'Danny' thanked me for the beer, and started drinking.

"Okay, Bill, this has gone far enough! What the fuck have you done to him?"

Bill laughed, he was enjoying this so much. But when he looked closer and saw the lack of patience in my eyes, he sobered up and decided he had better make some explanation.

"Danny, would you do me a favor and go into the bedroom and do your exercises while I have a chat with Ed."

"Sure, Bill, anything you say." Daniel walked over to the bedroom, and through the door I could see him start doing some push-ups.

"Don't you prefer him like this? He's much more agreeable, don't you think?" Bill was looking at Daniel with a satisfied look on his face.

"Okay, cut the crap,? I spat out in a low voice. "What have you done to Daniel? Why is he acting like this?"

"Well, to make a long story short, I just spent a few weeks with a lovely young lady who taught me the finer secrets of hypnosis. Yesterday while you were out, I zonked your friend Daniel. Then I took him back to his place and spent a few hours giving him a 'make-over'."

I was so stunned, I couldn't think of anything to say. I sat there and absently stared at Daniel while he started doing sit-ups. It was the casual way that Bill talked about taking over another person's life. There was no justification, no excuses, just a straight out "I did this".

"And you've hypnotized him?"

"Yep. He thinks he's Danny, and he's never met you before. He believes I'm his best friend, and he would do anything 'literally anything' I asked him to do."


"You should have seen some of the things I've had him do today already. This morning I ...."

"Don't! I don't want to know! This is so wrong, I can't believe you're doing this!" I wasn't quite angry, more like outraged.

"Oh, don't give me that! He was a tight-ass nothing loser. All I've done is loosen him up a bit. And don't tell me it doesn't turn you on a bit, seeing him like this."

Bill knew me too well, and I had to admit that my dick was a bit warm ever since seeing 'Danny' at the door. He was a dream cop, more the stereotype of my fantasies than the real person.

"It doesn't matter what I like or don't like. You have to fix it and put him back the way he was."

"Not yet. I've got some odd jobs for him to do tomorrow. But if you want him back, I'll turn him into Daniel for you after I leave."

I wanted to continue protesting, but once again Bill overrode me.

"Danny, come back in here."

"Yeah, Bill?"

Danny was sweating and slightly breathless from his workout, but he looked at Bill like a little puppy, waiting for his next command.

"Look, you've sweated through your uniform. Why don't you take your clothes off and relax with a smoke?"


He started stripping off, and I was too captivated to stop him. I had never really seen Daniel in the buff, and here he was all pumped up from his workout. It didn't take long for him to discard the soaked uniform, and then he stood there completely in the nude. He wasn't embarrassed or in any way trying to cover himself. he took one of Bill's cigarettes and inhaled it deeply like he had always smoked. He was still relaxed and looked at Bill, waiting for whatever came next.

"Just put your glasses, belt and boots back on, though. I don't want you to catch a cold." Bill knew what this was doing to me, and he was enjoying himself.

Danny put the cigarette in his mouth, picked up the leather belt, with its pouches and dangling baton, and strapped it back on. He stepped into his boots, then put the mirrored sunglasses back on. He stood there with the cigarette dangling from his lips. I was getting more than a little hard at this point, and though I would have liked to make some moral objection, I couldn't bring myself to stop the moment.

Bill got up and walked over to Danny.

"You sure look good, Danny boy," said Bill. Danny beamed with the compliment.

Bill started rubbing his hand over Daniel's body, showing how hard and firm it was. He made his way up toward the nipple.

"You know what Danny? We need to get your little tit here pierced so you can wear your shield. That way, even when you're naked, everyone will know you're a cop."

"Oh, sure, Bill,? said Danny, "if you think that's a good idea."

"Bill!" I shouted, not sure how far this would go.

Bill looked up from his tit-teasing with that same devilish grin.

"Okay, maybe we won't get it done right away. Ed seems to be a little concerned. But you would get your nipple pierced if I asked you to, wouldn't you Danny?"

"Sure Bill," beamed Danny. A jet of smoke streamed from his nostrils. Bill looked over at me with a glance that said he had complete control over my policeman friend.

"What do you think of Ed over there? Do you think he looks good?" Danny looked over at me, and I suddenly blushed. Even though his eyes were hidden behind the mirrors, I could feel him appraising me.

"He's okay I guess." I was a bit miffed at that answer, but I guess it could have been worse.

"No, take a closer look. Isn't Ed the best looking guy you've ever seen.?" Bill was standing close to Danny, talking in a measured voice into his ear. Meanwhile, his hand was caressing Danny's ass.

"He is so sexy and handsome and extremely desirable," continued Bill. "In fact, you're starting to have feelings for him. He's turning you on, isn't he Danny?"

"Yeah, you're right. You know, he's really good looking. I never really noticed before." Danny was staring in a lustful way now, and his exposed cock started hardening. Bill was stroking his body, and started flicking one of his nipples. I felt extremely self-conscious with both of them staring at me like that, but on the other hand my cock was getting tight inside my pants.

"He is the sexiest guy you've ever seen, and you want him like you've never wanted anyone. You want to run your hands all over his body, lick him, suck him, please him in every way you can imagine."

"Oh man, you are so fuckin' right." Danny was flushed with sexual feelings at this point. His cock was a rigid pole while Bill continued his sensual rubbings.

This was getting too much for me, hitting too close to the bone, so to speak.

"Enough!" I cried. "Bill, this has got to stop."

"You're right, Ed. We've still got a lot to do. Danny, why don't you go and get yourself cleaned up. Help yourself to some of Ed's clothes, and then we'll head out for a night on the town. How's that sound?"

"Great, Bill. Is Ed coming, too? I hope so."

"I don't know. I'll have a chat with him and see what I can do."

"Okay, Bill." Danny headed off to the bathroom, still staring at me with his thoughts plain and obvious.

"You've got to change him back! You can't just come in and fuck around with someone?s life like that ...." I was getting extremely wound up as my moral outrage warred with my overwhelming desire to order Danny around as well.

"I'll tell you what I'll do, Bill. I am gonna give you his key phrase. Then YOU can change him back the way he was. If you are gonna get all moral on me and not take advantage of this gift I have given you, well... that's your problem. I am gonna get out of here and have me some are getting boring anyway. If you use the words "copper bottom" he will do anything you tell him to do and you can turn him back. I'm outta here."

With that Bill took off and left me with Daniel or "Danny" or whatever he was in the other room. I stood there not quite knowing what to do. I had never experienced anything to do with hypnosis but I really felt I should put him back the way he was. On the other hand I really wasn't sure how to do it and... suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was pulled back into a tight solid chest. My head spun as I was pulled around and a strong arm pulled me toward lips that I had often seen in my dreams.

"Mmmmm...." Danny said. "You are some handsome fucker." He kissed me hard. "Where did my bud, Bill, go?"

I was tongue tied. ""

"Not that I really mind having some time alone with such a sexy man!" He took my head in his hands and pulled me toward him again. I felt his tongue as it entered my mouth. It felt! I had to stop this!

"Daniel, you have to stop this!" I said as I pulled away.

"Why, what's the matter. Don't you like what we are doing?"

"Well, yes, i do, but this isn't you, Daniel. Bill did something..."

"Fuck Bill!. You are absolutely the most handsome, sexy man I have ever seen and I want you. If I am moving too fast, let's get acquainted a little." He saw my cigarettes on the counter and helped himself to one. He grabbed his beer and plopped himself down on the sofa, patting the seat next to him. "Come over here, sexy, let's talk."

I watched him draw on the cigarette. I watched his beautiful blue eyes. I wanted him..God i wanted him..but i had to do something. This was wrong. "Copper bottom" I said as I moved toward him. His eyes glazed over. I grabbed the cigarette from him before he dropped it. Then I sat there looking at this...robot like man. Now what??

We sat there for the longest time while I stared at him and finished his cigarette without saying anything. He was so beautiful and my cock was so hard. Finally, I spoke. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes, sir."

"Uh, is there anything you want?"

"Yes, sir. To serve, sir."

He certainly was not being himself. "When did you start smoking?"

"Yesterday, sir. I love it very much. I am a heavy smoker."

"And what do you think of me?"

"You are perfect sir, The sexiest man alive. I want your body, sir."

I think you could have heard my gulp across the town. There was a war going on inside my mind. And the moral side was fast losing.

"You have always loved me, haven't you, Danny?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you would do anything to make me happy?"

"Yes, sir. Of course, sir."

Sigh. My cock won. I said a few words to waken him and he fell into my arms. He was the most tender and exciting sexual partner i had ever had, seemingly knowing my every whim and desire. It was a night of heaven.

I never looked back. Danny moved in with me the next week. He continued to be a good cop at work, but outside of work he took on an arrogance and edge that excited me no end. Our weekends were filled with smoky bars, motorcycle rides and great sex. Occasionally Danny's good friend Bill would come into town and Danny would disappear for a few days, but he always came back to his best friend - me!