"Come on, dough boy, it's time you got hard all over," said Dean
throwing a sifter full of flour into Peter's face.
Peter coughed and sputtered as he struggled to clear the flour out his
watering eyes. He suddenly felt Dean's strong sticky arms under him.
The next thing he new he was lying on his back on a large flat metal
tray on the table that had been behind Dean. Standing over him is Dean
emptying the contents of the sifter all over Peter's prone body.
"Almost forgot," Dean said raising a 12" long butcher's blade in his
right hand.
Peter stares paralyzed. Its almost like he's stuck to the giant cookie
sheet. The blade plunges downward straight toward Peter's crotch. Two
swift movements and the sound of tearing fabric - the carmelized boy
has slit the seams of Peter's blue spandex briefs and removed them
from Peter.
"Huh?" asks Peter startled to see his erect penis is the same rich tan
color as his limbs. He never tanned naked, and this morning when he
pulled on his briefs he recalled the stark tanlines that now had
ceased to exist. Dean is at the same time sprinkling more flour from
the sifter over Peter's exposed crotch and body.
"I'll be back shortly, Peter, don't go anywhere," Dean orders.
"Go anywhere? I'm stuck to this tray and you know it. Where are you
going?"
"Just to check the oven temperature. It should be 350 Farenheit for
baking gingerbread."
"Baking ginger-bread?" said Peter softly looking at his doughy brown
body. He paused. His eyes widened and he shouted, "You're going to
bake me!"
Dean didn't even turn his head, when he replied, "Of course, that's
what you do with gingerbread."
Tiny childish voices sing softly in the background, "Run, run as fast
you can, you can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man...ha,ha, ha, ha,
ha!" they giggle.
"Who's there? Help! Someone help me!"