At the appointed hour Chad stood in the field house naked with the elastic band holding the pink rubber pig snout over his nose. He squeezed the snout, "OINK!" A fine mist filled his nostrils, he felt elated. He squeezed the snout again, and again, and again.
"Well, well, how's my little piggy? Chad? Hm, you are totally wasted. I had only expected you to squeeze the snout once or twice. Oh, well, it makes my job easier. First, setup vid equipment to record everything, so I have proof it's you, and to give you anonymity tonight. We'll start by shaving your pubes, and then all your blond hair. Then I'll stain your skin a nice dark tone. I don't think you'll want anyone to recognize the great Chad in blackface, so you'll just have to play along. Damn, he's so wasted, I'll have to repeat all this later. Oh, well, just means I can get the phrasing down pat." The stocky lad went to work with a cordless electric razor, and followed up with disposable safety razors. He squeezed the snout a couple of times just to make sure Chad stayed wasted until he was done.
The bald hairless black Chad stood there wearing his pink rubber snout, as the guy who did this to him stood back and surveyed his work.
"Damn, I forgot under the snout!" he said pulling the snout off Chad's face. The flash of pink flesh in the darkness stood out revealing his hoax. He quickly grabbed his gloves, a rag and bottle of stain, and finished darkening Chad's countenance. "I suppose it doesn't matter too much, as you'll be in your pig suit, but it's important for the bits that show through the suit that you don't look anything like Chad. Now to get you suited up. The hood has a clamp gag to keep your mouth open, and I borrowed some anesthetic from my dad's dental office to keep you from talking while you give head and take it up the rear. Everyone is expecting a piggy at the party tonight - they think they're renting one from the kink club - boy, will they be surprised if they ever find out it was really the quarterback." He snickered.
Chad was vaguely aware. It was like when he fell asleep during a TV program. He is sort of aware, but not following it completely, and he doesn't quite grasp that he's the star of the show. The orchestrator of the night's festivities busied himself while the stain dried with various dildos, lube, and adjusting straps on the rubber suit. The timer he set pinged. He got up and took a clean rag and ran it over Chad's darkened skin, and cursed as some rubbed off. He pried Chad's mouth open, and proceeded to paint his throat with gooey anesthetic. He commented, "It's Pina Colada flavor, heh heh."
When Chad finally started to come out of his trance, he wasn't in the field house. Music was blaring, the place reeked of sweat and alcohol, and his ass and jaw ached.
"C'mon, Bruno, quit hogging the pig. I wanna fuck it too," said Rick in a drunken slurred voice.
There was an awful plopping sound, and the pain in Chad's ass abated. He looked over his shoulder, and saw Bruno with his Speedo tucked under his balls, and his dripping erection with a long string attached to Chad's ass. Chad felt sick. Rick stepped around behind him, he was tugging on his own erection.
"Sloppy seconds," Rick said crinkling is nose up.
"More like sloppy tenths," laughed Bruno.
There was Rod, Peter, Justin, Jim, Josh, Jake, hell- the entire football, baseball, wrestling and swim teams were here! Chad remembered being invited to Bruno's Pig Party. They were renting a hooker and - damn, he was the hooker. Did they know?
Rick grabbed Chad's rubber clad thighs, and thrust deeply into his tortured hole. Chad screamed. He was horrified to realize that his own cock which was sealed in the rubber suit was erect, and that he had just blown another load. He was swimming in his own cum, as Rick filled his ass with cum. Chad wanted to be sick, but at last Rick pulled out. Someone grabbed the collar around Chad's neck and led him away from the party.
A voice whispered, "Yo, Chad, don't worry, I'm the only one who knows who you are. You play along, and be a good little sex pig, and no one has to know that it was Chad who serviced 40 guys so far tonight. You're disguised, so be a good piggy and grunt don't speak, and do whatever you're told, or someone might take your hood off your head and recognize you?"
Chad squealed nervously. He wasn't sure why he couldn't speak, there was something metal forcing his mouth open, maybe that was the cause. He wondered if they were lubing their cocks with coconut or pineapple lube? His mouth tasted like pina coladas, maybe someone fed him one earlier. He was obviously drugged. If they knew who he was, they wouldn't - oh, hell, they'd never believe him.
"That's a good piggy, you do as you're told, and you'll be back home before your parents get back from their cruise."
Oh, fuck, it was spring break! He wasn't just a piggy for tonight! He was going to be used all week?