Chad woke dazed, numb and sore. Fuck, it wasn't a dream. The world was now a sepia colored film as seen from his fixed point as a punching bag hanging from the small gym ceiling. He was totally naked, and embarrassed to be hanging there naked in front of people. Rico was standing with his back to Chad and Chad's football teammates were sitting or standing facing him. He had to make himself known to them somehow.
He was hanging there naked and helpless and nobody recognized or even seemed to notice.
"Now if you hit the bag right with enough force, it will kind of sound like hitting a person, " Rico said, as he pivoted and hit hard with his right fist following through with a kick to the same spot roughly Chad's midsection. There was an audible "oof" followed by a groaning sound.
"No, its not alive. Just the right force to this spot displaces the stuffing and you hear the air escaping and rushing back in. Now form a line, we'll just start with either a fist or a foot. Okay?"
Chad was pretty disoriented from Rico's punches. But before he knew it his teammates were pummeling him silly. After the initial kick or hit, Rico had them get back in line 3 more times.
Then Rico showed them how three could use Chad at once. After 3 hours, Chad was left sore and punchy.
"Think that's bad, Chad? That was only the Varsity Football team, now wait until the JV Football, and all the other teams have a go at you," Rico laughed.
Chad remembered hanging there when coach brought in his teammates.
Then Rico was speaking, "So to keep you in shape now that the season is over, I'm going to demonstrate martial arts and the correct way to use the punching bag. This gym will be available for you all to use whenever you can access the locker room. So you can come before school, or during snack and lunch breaks, or after school, and Saturdays, Sunday afternoons and whenever you have a free period.
"To get started, I find it helps to visualize the punching bag as a person. Since he's out of town for the next week, I figured we would pretend our Most Valuable Punching bag or MVP is Chad," Rico said taping an 8x10 photo of Chad's face to the punching bag.
"Hey, Chad's our buddy," Rick protested.
"Yeah, but you guys won as a team, and the arrogant jerk acts like he did it all by himself, " Rico said.
Rod interjected, "No, he didn't."
"C'mon, Rick, Rod, doesn't Chad do anything that bugs you? Like chewing gum, or waving his big cock in your face in the locker room?" Rico said, "This isn't really Chad, it's just a punching bag. But if you focus your anger, you will punch or kick harder."
Rico pivoted landing a hard right hook punch to the bag's midsection. The bag made a noise like an "oof!" Then Rico swung his foot around and planted a kick in the exact same spot. Chad groaned.
"Now this is not a living thing. It's just a punching bag. And the noises it makes aren't moans or groans, but the soundof its stuffing being displaced. Air rushing out and air rushing back in. Now line up, and we'll get you guys in shape martial arts style."
"Don't know about you, but I'm in shape," said Rick.
"Okay, Rick, you come to the head of the line, and let's see which of us can pummel the Chad bag harder."
Chad couldn't believe it. Thud, thud, thud, thud,thud...feet, fists, fists, feet, foot and fist, aaaaargh. Everything blurred together. After his teammates finished with him Rico rubbed oil into his leather hide and polished him. He chuckled as he reminded Chad about all the people who would be beating him silly.
There had to be someway out? Didn't there?
"Well, I better shower and get some rest before our next martial arts class. It starts in less than 2 hours," saying that Rico strutted away.
Chad could only hang there silently cursing Rico, himself and the world. After wallowing in self pity for about an hour...