Ben is lying on his side. He smells only bananas. He lies there for quite awhile. Then he's picked up.
"You gotta have fun at this job," booms a loud male voice. It sounds vaguely familiar. "Now that last one was bruised, so I set it in the banana bread bin. Let's see what this one looks like."
Ben feels a cold blade, and light rushes in as his peel is skilfully removed by giant hands wrapped in plastic gloves. He is naked, and being spun around as he is examined allover by his - CAPTOR. That's the word that forms in Ben's mind when he recognizes a classmate holding him. It's his old school bully Hector. Across from Hector is a young woman-probably a high school freshman or such. She is clad in a white coat, plastic shower cap, and plastic gloves. Ben realizes he's at the Confection Shoppe. He recalls hearing that Hector worked there part-time.
"See this one is a real beauty. Now carefully take the stick and line it up with your banana. You want to bury it deep inside, not skewering the banana so that the stick pops out one of the sides or splits the banana. See you turn it slowly and push with an even gentle yet firm strenght, and - VOILA!"
Ben is getting fucked. At least that's what it feels like as Hector's wooden shaft penetrates and buries itself deep inside Ben. Hector twirls the banana around on the stick.
"Now he's ready for dipping in Chocolate," Hector said.
"He?" asked the girl.
"This is part of the fun part. I like to name my bananas, see."
You feel his fingernail through the plastic glove, as he prints huge letters on your naked flesh. B- E- N.
"This guy at school who really annoys me is called Ben, so I named this banana Ben. No one will ever know it accept you and me, once he's been dipped," Hector explains as he shows his workmanship to the girl. Then he takes you to a huge metal pot brimming with liquid chocolate. "Oh, almost forgot. Ben's face!"
He quickly draws with his gloved fingernail a couple of eyes on the banana tip, and an "O" shaped mouth.
"Oh, no! Mr. Hector, sir! Please don't dip me in the molten chocolate!" Hector squeaks in a high pitched voice of mock terror.
"Oh, no!" he says as he plunges you head first into the dark molten ooze. In a normal voice, he explains, "Now you gently and evenly dip and turn the banana as you screw it into the chocolate. Then you reverse the process, and here he is all evenly coated in chocolate and ready for the freezer. Be sure to get a thick enough coating on him or her."
Ben is blinded with chocolate as he laid to rest on wax paper with the other chocolate covered bananas awaiting freezing.
"Now that the tray is full. We put it on the rack. And the whole rack gets wheeled into the freezer."
"Now what happens to Ben?" she asked.
"Banana Ben? Well, he ends up frozen and wrapped. And eventually, someone will eat him. If I'm luck it will be me."
Nearly two weeks pass in the freezing darkness. Ben is in his own personal icy hell. He prays that the two weeks will be up, and he'll change back before someone eats him. He is picked up.