Test what New Bruce had said

Nightmare Bruce didn't want to think about it anymore. Everything hurt to think about. He needed a distraction. A new task. If what New Bruce had told him was true, Nightmare Bruce was able to do a number of things. Nightmare Bruce floated towards the door, reaching a hand out to open the handle, only to phase through it. This would definitely take some getting used to. He floated down the hall. As he reached the end he heard a faint noise coming from the men's bathroom. Nightmare Bruce went in only to discover the noise was a man crying in one of the stalls. Unsure of if it was appropriate, curiosity got the better of him and he looked to see who it was. It was Jacques, pants down, face in his hands, absolutely sobbing. Nightmare Bruce remembered what New Bruce had said, about the things he had done to Jacques and he was filled with pity and guilt. He must be just as confused and hurt as I am right now. Nightmare Bruce reached a hand out, placing it on Jacques shoulder, forgetting himself, and fell into the twink's body. It was like diving into a pool, filling up Jacques body. He suddenly became extremely aware of all of Jacques sensations: The stain on his cheeks, the burns, and the prolonged pain in his ass.

In spite of himself, Nightmare Bruce couldn't help but get hard, being inside Jacques's body. NM Bruce felt disgusted with himself, for getting hard, but he couldn't help himself. NM Bruce wiped Jacques's tears with some TP and cleaned up his body. It seemed in his distress, Jacques had failed to take care of his hygiene. Jacques's phone buzzed in the pocket of his pants. NM Bruce picked it up and saw there five missed calls and twenty messages, all from a girl name Stacey. The phone auto unlocked, thanks to face ID. NM Bruce opened the messages and gasped at what was written there. Jacques had texted Stacey that he wanted to break up with her because "Her old lady pussy was not enough to satisfy his massive cock," and "She's too ugly to expect him to stay around." Stacey was rightly pissed, asking at first if it was a joke, then she began taking it seriously, saying nasty hateful things about him, calling him a man whore pig and a fag, threatening to out him. It went on and on, progressively getting worse. Stacy seemed pissed. Poor Jacques. This must be because of New Bruce.

He opened the rest of the phone apps to see what else New Bruce had done to Jacques. Starting with photos, all of Jacques's family and friend photos had been deleted. In their place were hundreds of nude selfies from every angle and about as many photos of Bruce from odd angles, taken in secret. Some close up on Bruce's crotch, others on his ass. The photos of Jacques were no better. Short videos of him fingering himself.

Other than that, there was only one other app of note, Grungr, the gay hookup app. NM bruce instantly regretted opening the app, as it pinged and vibrated, as it connected to the internet and simultaneously got about seventy-five updates. The logged-in account was called, TightBussyBaby69 and the profile had about 70 open conversations, exclusively of Jacques sending dirty picks and receiving numerous responses. Subconsciously Jacques's dick quivered as NM Bruce looked through the photos. He felt bad for Jacques and wanted to help him somehow, but...he had to admit Jacques was hot.