The next story is for adults only, and not suitable for minors. The story deal with a boy subjected to bondage, nudity and abuse. Any person, who could find this objectable, should stop the lecture right now. The author DOES NOT approve or condone abuse against children. Not only is immoral but illicit. The story is completely fictitious. Culinary dreams. Jim was sick. Really sick. He had high fever, stomach and head aches and vomited several times. The doctor he was taken to, diagnosed a stomach infection. He prescribed antibiotics, aspirin and staying in bed. Jim wasn't pleased: he was on summer vacation. The 10 year old boy protested weakly when his mom insisted on take him to the tub, to bath him and to lower the fever, but wasn't able to fight. Being nude on the tub, with his mother watching didn't help the boy to feel better. Once back on his bed, still naked and covered with only a sheet, Jim took the medicine, just to feel worse. Jim, his father, sat next to him and began to try to distract the boy, with anecdotes of his work as a chef in a famous restaurant. With his high fever, the boy fell semi-asleep. And the nightmares began. Jim tried to move, but he only moved a little before being stopped by the restraints. He opened his eyes and saw he was on a kitchen, over a cold, glass-like surface. He remembered he was taken off his cell and, after being dragged along the dungeons, he was thrown in a pit full of ice-cold water. After that, three men, with knives shaved all and every one of the hairs of his body, excluding his head. He was then rubbed with soap and rinsed again to be taken, keeping his just cleaned little body off the floor, by the men grabbing him from wrists and ankles, to the kitchen of the castle. He was put over a huge porcelain dish, and the kitchen boys hurried to tie him down. A thin, but strong strap of rubber, was adjusted just below the armpits, securing the chest, and after inserted in a special hole in the dish, it kept down the arms, too. Similar straps were put over elbows, wrists, belly, thighs, knees and ankles. Hands and feet were wrapped with glued white tape. A belt stretched over his forehead, so firmly that it hurts, held his head. Inside his mouth was put a fabric bag with starch to dry it and make speak hard, before being shut with more white tape. Only then Jim was informed that he would be the dessert of the feast for the king. The boy squirmed, trying to escape, but one of the kitchen boys punctured and burned the soft skin of the forearm with a fork, kept over the fire until became red hot. Jim tried to scream and almost choked. But he understood he must stay still. He notices then, that the chef was identical to his uncle Robert, who one day, on a visit, did con the boy to play "doctors" and fondle his genitals. Jim hated the man, but he knew for sure, he was on a dream. The chef then, took a kitchen brush and began to cover the entire naked body of Jim with a mixture of honey bee and maple syrup. Beginning from the soles up, the chef did work carefully to cover all the skin with the mixture. The brush was forced into every opening. The spaces between the toes were covered with the sticky substance, making Jim felt some tickles. The covering of the upper thighs were uncomfortable, but when it reached the groin area, the feeling was even worse. The rub made the little penis to erect, although Jim was scared. The chef did pour mixture over the dick and extended with the brush. Feeling your groin sticky is not comfortable. -Be careful when you are extending the honey. -Explained the chef. -You have to cover all the skin. - -Should we try with the sugar water, chef? - Asked one of the kitchen boys. -Not now. The ants are very active this time of the year. The last time we use sugar water the ants discovered it and killed the boy with their stings before the king even saw him. -He answered. -The boy suffered a lot. - Extending the mixture over the belly and chest of the kid, caused Jim some tickles and they went worse when the chef brushed his armpits. The face of the boy was carefully covered with the honey. Even the eyelids and ears were completely covered. Then the hair was soaked in the syrup and combed elegantly. The boy felt completely sticky. The chef then began to cover the honey with chopped nuts and apples and other dry fruit, before sprinkle the ground cinnamon. -We're almost done... -The chef said. -Last touch... - With a pastry tube filled with whipped cream, the chef covered the nipples of the boy with a "flower" of cream. Then he used the sticky honey to hold down the penis of the kid and covered it with more cream. -Ah! Good! -He said. -When the king uses his spoon there, the thing will spring.- And as final, he put cherries over the nipples and penis. -Good! Take him to the throne room. -He said. The kitchen boys took a big porcelain cover and put it over the dish where Jim was tied. The boy was in the dark and felt when the dish began to move. And then, he woke up. He felt happy to be safe in his bed, but he got confused when noticed his hands and feet were tied with pieces of a sheet, secured under the mattress. -You had a high fever and were delirious. When you began to try to fight, we had to protect you. -His mother explained as she untied him. The next doses of the medicine were a bit more effective. Later he felt asleep again. He gasped when he found himself tied again to a dish. The chef was already working on him. He was brushing Jim's body again, but this time using barbecue sauce as the boy was being prepared, this time, to be the main course. When the hot sauce reached the delicate skin of the penis and groin, it began to burn. The boy began to squirm and shout. But several kitchen boys hurried to open wide the mouth of Jim, to stuff a big candied apple as a gag, holding it with a strap to the neck. Jim thought he should look just as the roast suckling pig that his dad prepared. The chef continued with his work as the kitchen boys wrapped the kid's hands and feet in those white paper ornaments used in the chicken legs when roasted. The cook with a cruel grin carefully covered the face of the boy with the sauce, methodically covering the eyelids of the closed eyes of the kid. Soon the boy was squirming like crazy, with his eyes and mouth burning like real fire. When the hair was covered with the sauce, the door of a big oven was opened. Jim, with eyes covered with tears shocked when he saw the big flames, ready to roast whatever they get. With the boy still squirming, the dish was covered and introduced in the oven. When Jim began to feel the heat, the dish was taken out of the oven. The kid thought they were playing with him. The chef took a serrated edge knife. -I almost forget. -He said, looking at the boy. -If you don't castrate the males, the testicles ruin the meat. Hold him, boys. - The chef got near the kid. Jim tried to shout but, fortunately, he awoke just on time. The doctor was there, taking his pulse. -You scared us, Jim. -The doctor said, preparing more medicine. -You got a very high fever and got unconscious. This will help you. - The medicines helped Jim and in a couple of days he was quite better. But the nightmares didn't leave with a fight. Jim found himself in the kitchen, now over a wooden worktable, naked, his hands tied at his back. -This is getting repetitive. -The kid thought. -But now the chef doesn't scare me, because I know it is a dream. - But the kid suffered a shock, when the kitchen boys grabbed and forced him to open his legs. One of the boys, carrying a can of lard, took a handful of it and rubbed his groin and buttocks with it. -The king changed his mind and wants a brochette. Hey, kid: lubricate well his anus. -Said the chef, talking to the boys, while holding a long, (about six feet long) skewer. Once the anus of the boy was covered with lard, he was satisfied. -Okay. Hold steady his legs. -He said, putting the tip of the skewer between Jim's buttocks. -I don't want to miss the target and have to drive this all across this boy's body. - Jim was about to scream, when, again fortunately, he awoke. He was mouth down. -Good morning, Jim. -His mother said. -You're almost ok. Your fever has almost disappeared. - -Thanks God! -He said, as his mother consulted a rectal thermometer. -Jim... -She said, reluctantly. -The electronic thermometer failed and we had to use this rectal one. We hope it didn't bother you... - Jim sighed and did hope the doctor wouldn't want to prescribe enemas or something like that. 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