BoyTrainers, Inc.

He looked around a bit more. There were speakers, and several video cameras trained on various parts of the room. There was the bed in the corner, with sheets and a comforter. There was a dresser, table and chair, all metal and bolted to the floor. There was a metal toilet, and a faucet emptying into a basin. And then there was the large mirror, right in the middle. That was all. The walls, like the floor, were bare, polished steel.

He went over to the dresser, and opened the first drawer. It was all girl's clothing – bras, panties, all very frilly and soft–colored. The second drawer had stockings, garters, and lacey socks. The next drawer had very short skirts and frilly, sheer tops. Each piece of clothing shone with a sort of strange luster, as if they were interwoven with some kind of metallic fiber. The bottom drawer, the largest, had a collection of high–heeled and platformed shoes. They, too, seemed metallic and heavy.

'How strange,' he thought. He also noticed that the tags on the backs of all of the various clothing items bore a logo: the words "BoyTrainers, Inc." with a stylized outline of a girl in a dress. 'That seems weird,' thought Peter; 'the two don't seem to go together.' He wondered what this was all about. Fear was creeping into his mind.

Suddenly, he really, really wanted to be back home. Why had he been kidnapped? Where was he? Did someone want to hurt or kill him? He started to panic a little bit, and cry.

Still naked, he walked back over to the bed, and lay down on the covers. He noticed that the sheets and covers, too, shone with that same luster. He squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to relax. He curled up into a little fetal ball, and tried to stop himself from panicking. Without realizing it, his hand moved down between his legs. He often did this in his bedroom at night; it felt comforting to him. He cupped his privates, and rocked back and forth in the bed.

Suddenly, an electric shock ran through his body.