"Chad, looks like you're ready for practice!" a male voice shouted with glee.
Chad heard the words through the heavy leather as he struggled inside. He seemed to be swelling and merging with the leather. His face pushed out against his leather prison. He could see as if he was looking through brown tinted sunglasses.
"HMLPUH!" was the muffled sound that came from the bas relief image of Chad's moving mouth embossed in leather.
WHAM! Thud.
Fist impacted leather. Chad's face smooshed, and his head seemed to explode. Everytime Chad pressed a body part against the leather prison, an arm, foot, hand, butt cheek, chest, shoulder or other body part was outlined on the leather, an unseen fist or foot would smash it. Chad kept getting hit and kept exploding. His human form was being destroyed, but he was alive, conscious and still solid. Chad was sometimes a little slow on the uptake, but he quickly realized he was being reduced to the stuffing in a punching bag. He panicked, the bag undulated violently. Whoever was outside reacted quickly. Fists and feet flew. Soon Chad was a solid soup of sawdust or whatever filled a punching bag. He stopped struggling. He had lost his arms, legs, butt, back, shoulders, chest, abs, hands, feet,everything. Then he remembered, he still had his cock and balls. He felt relieved. The he started to get hard. He could feel his cock and balls pressing against the leather covering. Any moment he expected a punch or a kick to shatter his manhood. Instead Chad felt strong hands gently massaging his cock and balls. Chad struggled to see, as he felt lips and a tongue caress his ever hardening manhood through his leather skin. He freaked a bit, but after all the punches and kicks, this attention to his cock felt like heaven. The image of a young man came into focus through the sepia filter of Chad's new skin.
"Rrruuhkuh?" Chad's muffled broken mouth voiced from inside the punching bag.
Rico laughed, "Come on, Chad. I know you're ready to blow. Lemme help you, (SLURP)". Rico's tongue started at Chad's balls and slid all the way up to the mushroom tip pushing out of the punching bag. Then Rico wrapped his lips around Chad's leather clad glans. His teeth gently grazed Chad's glans. Chad moaned, the bag quivered as Chad orgasmed. A light blochy stain appeared on the dark leather punching bag, the blotch quickly spread until the bag had changed from a dark brown into a soft buttery bronze tan that had been the colour of Chad's skin prior to him putting on the trenchcoat. The outline of Chad's penis shrank, and started to wilt. Immediately, Rico was all over it, caressing, licking and cajoling, "Come on, Chad, you're a stud famous for your stamina. That's a good, bo-y." Rico corrected himself, "I, mean bag- punching bag, and you just blew it, Chad. That load just made a punching bag your new permanent form. And you know what a punching bag doesn't need?" He whispered with his lips teasing Chad's glans, "a cock and balls!" Rico's fists flew rabbit punching Chad's nuts, shaft, and glans into oblivion.
Chad groaned and passed out.