The Dean of Students was a short muscular man. He strutted away from the Heta Omicron Gamma frat house like a peacock, so full of himself. Dillon shook his head and closed the door, as he exited through the old stone gateway to the sidewalk. He got into his car and drove around the block. He took off his jacket and tie, and put them in the trunk, and he took out a brown paper bag. He headed to the nearby gas station men's room. He winced at the smell. He recalled eight years ago when he had pledged HOG. He had been an overweight - well, fat really- teenager. He knew how the Ho-Down went down. He locked the door to the mens room and quickly got out of his suit pants and shirt. He put a jockstrap, and pair of running shorts and a school singlet. He also pulled out the rubber pink pig mask that he would use to crash the party. He put in on and looked in the mirror. His hairy black muscular torso with the Pig Mask on and the jockstrap, no one would ever guess he was anything but another HOG stud. He shuddered as he recalled the last time he had dressed this way. He had ended up the HOG's sow. He rubbed his now-healed ass. He had transferred to another college after that, and had switched to using his middle name Peter, lost 100 pounds and started working out. He put the pig mask back in the bag, and pulled his shorts up. He stopped back at his car and put his clothes in the trunk. He only took the paper bag with the mask and his car key in it. Then he started to jog. He worked up quite a sweat by the time he had jogged around the campus and back. Instead of stopping at his car, he ran down the alley until he reached the back of the Heta Omicron Gamma House. He made sure no one was looking, and he hopped the fence. He made his way through the bushes to the house. He found his way to the bushes outside the window where the "Sty" had been set up. The life-size sex pig doll was a nice touch, he had to admit. Better than the inflatable sheep they had when he was there. Pete checked the window. It was open.
He heard the squeals from upstairs. The pledges would soon be coming down to their sty. He blinked, he was sure the pig man doll moved when it heard the squealing. He shook his head, probably the draft from the window made the doll move.
The sound of a dozen bare feet thundering down the stairs, followed by the sound of four dozen shod men was his cue. He pulled off his shirt, shorts and shoes, and put on the pig mask.
He took a deep breath, and muttered, "Show time!"
Chad looked over his shoulder, someone was outside the window in a pig mask. Then the crowd of HOG-boys was herded into the room by the frat boys wielding rods and whips, and toward their sty and Chad. The sty was small, so the pig boys were crowded together. There was chaos. The pig boys were dizzy from being spun around. No one, except Chad, noticed another pig-boy join the sty. He smiled. He could smell the fear and horniness of the young men, and he would soon have lots of new pig-boys with which to play. His blue cock slipped out of his pink sheath. Being rubber had its advantages, he was super stretchy now. His cock shot out two feet then turned left, and bent again. Peter didn't see the blue rubber snake making its way around the other pig boys and behind him. He felt something brush against his thigh, as Chad's blue rod positions itself between Pete's butt cheeks. He assumed it was the curtain blowing slightly from the open window.
Dillon stood up wearing only denim overalls and a straw hat. He was the symbolic Swineherd.
He said, "Do you all want to be real HOGs?"
"Yes!" the pig-masked men shouted in reply.
"Are you, piggies, ready to become HOG-men?"
"Yes!"
"Ahem!"
"YES, SIR!"
"Then down on all fours!"
All the pledges and Peter bent over spreading their legs, as they assumed the pig boy position, similar to Chad's.
"Do we have any volunteers to begin?" Dillon says holding a razor. The pigs are going to be completely shaved from the mask down.
Chad made his move and rammed his rubbery cock 9 inches inside Pete's ass. Pete....