Showers

NM Bruce watched as the men filed into the showers. _"What am I doing?" _He thought to himself..."_I can't ruin someone's life, just to get their body," _he thought to himself. He frankly didn't even know what he was doing in the coach's body. He had jumped into everything and not really thought anything through. When push came to shove...well he just...felt up Lucas and gave wrestling tips.

"Coach? I have a question?" a voice called. It was Jack's. He walked into the gym, except his single was half off. Bruce felt a flush go through his body seeing the jocks exposed chest.

"Yes..ahem...jack, what is your question?" NM Bruce said, the coach's voice sounding much more resolute and commanding than Bruce felt.

"I feel so dirty coach..." Jack said, dragging his words together. He seemed different, his energy was a complete 180.

"Then take your shower," Bruce said, "Son..ny.." he added, unsure of how to sound like a coach.

"Son? I like that daddy. I don't know if I need a shower, I'm already so fucking wet," Jack say's pulling down the rest of his singlet. He stood before the coach, butt naked, his dick hard.

Bruce was incredibly flustered, he felt his own dick harden looking at the college student. Gathering his wits, he remained calm.

"Put on your clothes boy and go take your shower." Bruce said, trying not to look at Jack. The Jock got visibly confused and frustrated.

"Coach? Don't you like what you see?" Jack moved his hands up and down his body, squeezing his left pec.

"Don't make me repeat myself." Bruce said, trying to be firm, or at least firmer than his cock. He so wanted to look at Jack, to feel his body, but he wouldn't. Not while in another person's body.

"What?" Jack was exasperated and confused, and then he paused. He turned to look at the coach once more. "Coach, what did you give me for my birthday last week?"

"I..uh...gave you some socks." Bruce stammered out and Jack got angry.

"GET OUT OF HIS FUCKING BODY, THIS ONE'S MINE GET YOUR OWN." Jack said angrily running towards Bruce.

"What? I." Bruce stammered, but Jack pressed the coach's face against the wall, using his bare body to hold him in place.

"Cut the crap, Coach Ed gave me some jockstraps and his anal virginity, for my birthday. Whoever the fuck you are get the fuck out of my way. Lucas is mine. I've been working on him for months." Jack said pressing his body firmly into the coach's, his hard dick pressed against the coach's gym shorts.

"I'm not taking him from you, I'm just passing through," Bruce said, all to aware of the coach's own cock making a flood of the shorts.

"Likely story, you aren't poaching my hit." Jack said pushing hard against the coach, grinding his hips into him, "I've put far too much time and sex into making these two sluts to let you come in and steal it from me."

"What you're doing is wrong," Bruce said.

"Really mister moral high ground? Because you're the one grinding your hips into me." Jack said. It was true, Bruce hadn't realized it but he was moving the coach's ass along with Jack.

"I've gotta stop...Shit no it's not my..." Bruce was so conflicted and in his indecision his lust took over, moving his hips into Jack. Bruce's mind slurred as if he was holding onto something, but his hand was sliding down it. Bruce felt himself fall out of the coach's body, back into the Dream Realm.

"Wow you are a rookie," Jack says looking at Bruce.

"I'm sorry Jack, you know this is all so new to me." Coach said, his voice softer than before. Jack looked back at the man pressed against his body.

"Don't worry, I'll give your hole plenty of experience later." Jack said pulling away. He picked up his singlet and slipped it back on, "I just wanted to ask you if I could stay after today, for another 1-on-1," Jack smiled and so did the coach.

"Of course. Now shower, dirty boy." Coach said.

"Wanna watch?"

"You know I can't be in there when you all shower."

"You are allowed to when we are changing and naked. What's the difference if us boys are a little wet?"

"Go." Coach said, turning away, and Jack looked frustrated but complied. NM Bruce watched as Jack left the room, however as he got to the door, a dark hulking man like shape floated out of him. No one seemed to notice, Jack had gone to the locker room. The figure walked towards NM Bruce who was still on the ground. The figure was incredibly tall, his features sharp, his body stiff and slim. It was not what he wore, but his proportions that struck Bruce, however, although in true the creature was wearing very little. While their chest was normal, their waist was no bigger than a wrist, with two meaty thighs leading to tiny ankles. The creature spoke, placing a long boney finger on Bruce.

"That was the most pathetic thing I have ever seen." the creature spoke, his voice soft, but cut through Bruce like butter. "What is this your first time or something?"

"Yes..." Bruce spoke and the creature laughed.

"So on your first go of it, you thought you would try and poach my Bliss?" the Nightmare gripped his fingers around Bruce's cheek.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know?" Bruce squirmed and the creature squinted before letting go.

"Stupidity is not a right." The creature said looking at him coldly.

"How was I supposed to know?" Bruce said indignatly.

"You should have known not to go after a Bliss with a clock as low as 3 mths. Any Bliss worth their salt under 7 months has a Nightmare stalking them.

"I didn't know?" Bruce said.

"I didn't know, I didn't know. Shut up with that, it doesn't excuse you." The nightmare said.

"Then tell me what I need to know."

"It's not my job to educate you. I don't need the competition. You've already expressed your interest in my bliss. If I were to help you, what is stopping you from poaching it."

"I promise I won't. Please, I don't want any trouble. I'm clueless about how everything here works." Bruce stammered.

"It's pretty clear you're clueless." the creature said. In the background, Bruce could hear the coach.

"Horny fuck," the coach said, wiping his shorts, trying to get out the cum stain. The creature looked at the coach and then back at Bruce.

"You want help?" the creature said slowly...

"Yes please," Bruce said and the creature looked at Bruce in the eyes, searching for deceit.

"Alright, I will mentor you or whatever on one condition. You make a Nightrider's Vow to me." the creature said.

"A what now?" Bruce said.

"Nightriders are ancient creatures, the oldest of the nightmares, those that have gone so long without a physical body, they have very little humanity left in them. Long ago, when humanity was young, the Nightriders threatened to ride and lay siege to the world of the waking. However, they were deceived into making a vow that they could never break, a ritual seeped in the very fabric of the world. If one makes a Nightrider's Vow and breaks it, they bring upon them the chaos of the night, their existence wiped out like a candle blown out."

"And you want to make a Nightrider's Deal with me?"

"Vow. Nightrider's Vow. And yes. I want insurance." The creature smiled. "I will help you, if you help me get my Bliss." the creature said and Bruce gulped.