Johnny opened the box and peered inside, there was something inside. Reaching in he grabbed the handle of the object, it was cold and felt expensive.
Gripping the handle he pulled the object out, it was one of those ornate hand-held mirrors. Its surface gleamed like silver, Johnny looked at the etched silver turning it over he wondered how much it was worth. Jumping he landed with a bound on the bed his arms still holding the mirror.
holding the mirror up Johnny turned the mirror around studying it, then he saw his reflection in it. Johnny looked up at his reflection that looked back down at him, he had seen his reflection many times before, but this time as he looked at himself and felt something he hadn't before. Johnny smiled as he ran a finger over his reflection. He didn't think anything of these new and strange feelings he was having toward his own reflection, but he knew he wanted to see more. One hand held up the silver glass while the other slowly unbuttoned his shirt peeling the wet fabric off the undershirt below. Johnny watched as his fingers played over the wet fabric tracing the lines his muscles made on the shirt as it clung to his chest. His mouth curved into a sly grin as he found himself getting aroused, he watched in the mirror as a bulge appeared on his pants. He continued to smile as his hand made its way down, and with each passing second he stared into the mirror he became more enthralled with what he saw...
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Ryan walked down into the dark cellar. It was damn and dark down there and that only managed to make him cold and uncomfortable. Running his fingers along the wall they touched what felt like a switch. Flipping it up the lights blinked on and off in the musty basement. crates and shelves of strange things were all that occupied the room. Rubbing his hands together for warmth Ryan walked into the center of the room and picked a crate at random and opened it.
Curiously he examined the contents, they looked like perfume bottles, and cologne, they all had strange names that described feelings rather then scents.
Out of sheer curiosity, or more accurately stupidity he picked out a bottle. Taking a look around at the strange contents of the shelves and the damp walls he figured, why not, probably smells better then the mildew, and spreading his arms he sprayed himself with the bottle that read...