Hulk Hogan Vs. The British Bulldog
By Mr. Jones
Usual disclaimer. By writing this story, I by no means insinuate anything about the sexuality of either person mentioned. This story is entirely a work of fiction, completely separated from the actual Terry Hogan and David Smith. Also, use a condom. It's that simple.
Hulk Hogan stood in the middle of the darkened arena. Only hours earlier it had been packed with hundreds of screaming fans, waiting for the glory of Hulkamania to vanquish the other, unworthy wrestlers. "What the fuck is ol' Davey Boy up to?" thought Hogan as he climbed up to the ring. He swung one leg over the top rope, pausing a moment to let the rope bounce against his spandex-covered nut sack and sink into the crack of his ass. For some reason, Hogan always liked the feeling of the ropes between his pillar-like thighs. In a moment, he had swung his other leg over and stood in the ring with his hands on his hips, remembering Davey Boy's odd challenge.
After his match that day with Psycho Sid, Sid Vicious, Sid Justice, or whatever the hell his name was at the time, Bulldog had followed Hogan back to the showers. Sid was a big man, and the match had been grueling. Even the mighty Hulkster had to use all his strength to lift Sid off the mat and power-slam him back to earth in the grand finale. But it sure was a crowd- pleaser. Grabbing a huge muscle-god like Sid by the underwear and lifting him so high his crotch is inches away from your nose -what's not to like? After such a strenuous workout, Hogan had headed straight for the showers, stripping off his trademark yellow trunks even before reaching the locker room. He was in such a hurry, that he didn't notice the equally large muscle stud, the Bulldog, follow him into the showers. Hogan had already finished his bronzed chest and was lathering up is massive ass cheeks by the time he noticed Davey giving him an icy stare from the entrance to the shower room. The Bulldog strode over in his Union Jack wrestling briefs to the surprised Hogan. Davey quickly grabbed Hogan by the neck and whispered harshly into his ear, "You, me, in the ring at midnight." Then, as suddenly as he appeared, the Bulldog left.
Hogan stood for a moment in perplexity, soap dripping off the end of his fat cock. Of course he had been challenged before, but usually they announced it in the ring with great pomp and circumstance. A secret match-what the fuck? Well, Hogan was not one to let a challenge bother him. After all, that night, he'd just show that British snob who the real man was! He continued his shower, gingerly massaging the soap over his ass and around his butt hole before moving down his legs and back up to his dick. Terry didn't have the longest dick in the world; even with a raging hard-on, he maxed out at about 6 in, but what he lacked in length, he more than made up for in girth. He was proud of his thick meat, which was too broad around to get his fingers to meet all the way when he masturbated. As such, the Hulkster enjoyed playing with is cock while showering, usually not to climax, and sometimes even in the company of other wrestlers who watched in awe. Today, he just gave his dick a few good squeezes before he turned off the shower and began toweling himself off. "I wonder if there is enough time for me to get some pussy before I whip Davey's ass?" thought Hogan.
Hogan reached down and adjusted his yellow briefs, kneading his sagging balls and stroking his limp cock, still moist from the evening's earlier escapades. Wherever Hogan went, there was always a troop of bimbos just begging to be fucked raw by the Hulkster, and Terry was usually happy to oblige. This evening's little number (and sometimes Hogan had three or four a night) although had big tits and could wiggle her little ass, just didn't seem to do much for him. Maybe he was a little anxious about this secret match with the Bulldog. Into the enveloping darkness Hogan yelled, "Are we going to rumble Bulldog, or are you just going to hide like a little pussy? Come get a piece of this!" as Hogen kissed his flexed bicep. "Oh, I'll get more `an just a piece of your ass," rang out Davey's voice from the bleachers. Just then the stadium lights went up, temporarily blinding Hogan. By the time his eyes adjusted, Davey had already entered the ring, crotch and ass covered in the Union Jack as usual.
Before Terry even had time to think about the usual pre-match tirades, the Bulldog was charging. Davey jumped and dropkicked the still off-guard and off- balance Hogan. Hogan went down to the mat. In a flash the Bulldog had pick up Hogan and thrown him against the ropes, sending him to the ground again with a mighty pile driver. Hogan's face slammed into Davey's meaty arm. Head swimming, he could feel his body being lifted off the mat by his burly opponent. In a few seconds, he felt his body plunging back to earth as the Bulldog slammed him down. Davey flipped Hogan onto his back. He wrapped his muscular arms under Hogan's neck, choking him. Struggling for air, Hogan felt the Bulldog lean back to get more leverage, so that Davey's crotch lay nestled on top of Terry's ass. "What the fuck?" thought Hogan as he realized that the Bulldog had a huge hard-on, and was grinding his monster erection against his butt cheeks, while choking him. Hogan occasionally got a boner when he wrestled, but in the fast fury of a match, he was normally too focussed on winning to notice the raw sexual power of his opponents. Now, though, as his butt was assaulted by the big Brit's trapped dong, Hogan's own cock was beginning to rise. Eventually the Bulldog relented, picked up his defeated opponent and suplexed him down again.
Hogan lay on the mat, battered and defeated. He gazed up at his superior and groaned, "what do you want?"
"I want your ass, your butt pussy. I want you to moan like a little bitch, as I fuck the shit out of you!"
"Oh God! Please don't...no...no," moaned Hulk Hogan.
"You think you're such a fuckin' stud 'cause you can rip off your shirt eh? Well, look at this!" And with that, Davey reached down, grabbed the top of Hogan's yellow wrestling briefs, and with a low grunt ripped them off Hogan's body. Hogan's semi-erect beer can of a dick popped out, and at the sight of his own nakedness, Hogan's manhood started to grow still further. "What a bloody faggot! You like this don't you bitch," exclaimed the Bulldog.
"No please! I'm begging you, stop! No...Arghh!"
Hogan arched his back and cried out in pain as Davey Boy found his pink pucker hole and sunk his middle finger all the way in. "What a little pussy! Can't even take one finger." The Bulldog removed his finger from the Hulkster's shit-hole, flipped the bronzed god onto his stomach, and slipped his finger back into his anus, more easily this time. Hulk Hogan let out a small moan this time. He was too weak and exhausted fight back, but even more perplexing to Hogan was how his cock sprang to full mast the instant his ass was invaded. What the fuck was going on!? He didn't like fucking men! But his fat rod was aching and throbbing, and the pain in his rear was gradually subsiding. He felt like he was taking one hell of a great shit!
Meanwhile, Davey was using one hand to stretch the Hulkster's tanned globes as far apart as they would go, and the other to expertly massage the wrestler's rectum. He had worked three fingers now into Terry's ass hole by now. At the anal onslaught, a weak murmur of pleasure escaped from Hogan. "Oh, so you like my fingers up your horny butt-hole, huh? You're a butt slut, that's what you are, bloke." Davey started ramming his fingers violently in and out of Hogan, yelling, "Do you like this? Huh, butt-pussy, do you?"
The Hulkster groaned at the renewed attack, and to his surprise, yelled out, "Yes, yes!"
At that point, the British Bulldog pulled his fingers out of Terry's well-stretched hole, and shoved his shit-coated fingers into Hogan's mouth. Hogan gagged and tried to pull Davey's hand away, but he was still too tired. Instinctively he began to lick his own stinky shit off of the big Brit's fingers. "Yeah, that's right! Eat that shit, eat it. Suck my fingers clean," encouraged the Bulldog. He pulled his fingers free and wiped the remaining dung on Hogan's blond moustache. "So you like eating shit, huh? Well here's a treat for you!" With that, Davey flipped Hogan onto his back. He pulled his British underwear down past his huge ass and sat himself down onto Hogan's face.
Hulk Hogan could barely breathe. The stinky, musky smell of Davey's big manly ass overwhelmed him. But by now Hogan was in a trance. He was no longer thinking of the humiliation, only the powerful animal lust. His cock was engorged and slimy with precum, and he wanted nothing but to be fucked long and hard. Without thinking, Hogan began to eagerly eat the British Bulldog's tasty man-hole. He couldn't get enough! Hogan slurped all up and down the Bulldog's carefully shaven ass trench. Hogan eventually settled on the dirty shit chute, and with loud, greasy sucking sounds began to service his master's ass. He began by rimming the perimeter of the anus, and finally plunging his tongue deep inside and scouring the sides of Davey Boy's rectum.
"Oh yes! Eat my ass clean, faggot. Clean my dirty shit-hole!" "Oh bugger!" Davey exclaimed, "a good butt pig like you makes me hungry for ass!" The Bulldog reached down and grabbed Hogan's legs and lifted them up, so that if the Bulldog's luscious ass weren't in the way, Hogan would have been able to see his legs dangling over his head. This gave Davey Boy good access to Hogan's own hungry butt hole. Both men chowed down, slurping and sucking madly on each other's pucker holes.
Hogan felt that he was going to cum right then and there, but the Bulldog suddenly lifted himself off and turned around. Davey Boy reached down behind Hogan's bald head and grabbed the golden hair remaining at the back. He pulled Hogan's face up so that his monster cock dangled just in front of Hogan's lips. "Bloody time to suck my dick, bitch." As inexperienced as the Hulkster was, he still went to town. He opened wide and just lunged forward. "Easy boy!" said Davey. Hogan gagged but just kept on pushing his head further and further down. After almost taking all of the Bulldog's 8 inches, Hogan could go no more and started bobbing his head back and forth on the huge shaft. With his tongue, he rubbed vigorously beneath the head of the Bulldog's swollen organ. Then, as he withdrew his head from Davey Boy's groin, he tongued and teased Davey's piss slit. Hulk Hogan released the shaft from his mouth and went for the Bulldog's balls. At first the inexperienced cock sucker just licked hungrily over the low hanging scrotum, but then the Bulldog grunted, "take it one nut at a time. Knead it around. Yeah, now you got it!" Hogan followed his master's direction. Wanting more of the spunky taste of Davey Boy's penis, Hogan returned to sucking on cock. "That's right Hulkster, lube me up nice and good. You're going to need it in a second," moaned Davey as he seized Hogan's head and started face-fucking him.
After Hogan had sucked awkwardly but eagerly for a while, Davey pulled away. "Now it's time to make you my bitch. Down on all fours!" As drained and exhausted as the Hulkster was, he was hornier than he had ever been in his life, and that was damn horny! He wanted nothing more than to have the Bulldog's fingers, tongue, dick, whatever, crammed inside his tight bunghole. Hogan turned around, got on all fours, and pressed his now willing ass into the air. The Bulldog dropped to his knees and spread Hogan's ass cheeks. His shit hole was still relaxed and dilated from its earlier massage and well lubricated by Davey's spit. The Bulldog teased Hogan's pussy with a few more tongue strokes and asked, "Do you like that?"
"Oh God, yes!"
"Do you want my big wanger shoved up your fucking faggot hole?"
"Yes"
"Tell me how you want to be my bitch, how you want me to breed you, how you're the Bulldog's bitch."
"I wan to be your bitch. I am the Bulldog's bitch!"
"Beg for it!"
"Please fuck me! Fuck me hard. Cram every inch of your cock into me. Please, just put it in my ass!"
"You're the boss." Hogan momentarily felt something pressing against his button hole. Then, as both men let out low groans of delight, the Bulldog slid his member deep inside the Hulkster. "It's so fucking big!" gasped Hogan. "Three inches left" grinned Davey as he sank his dick in so that his pubes met with Hogan's smooth brown ass. Hogan let out a cry of pleasure and pain as the last of Davey's long dong disappeared inside his hungry ass. Davey Boy probed deep within Hogan's, until recently, virgin butt, then slowly began to pull out. Hogan flexed his ass muscles as if he were shitting a load. "Yeah, so fuckin' tight!" yelled Davey as Hulk Hogan's rectum clamped down on his cock. The Bulldog stopped pulling out just as his dick head was about to pop out of Hogan's sphincter, and with one stroke drove all the way back in. The Hulkster let out a gasp as his ass was filled again. "Oh God! Oh fuck!!" yelped Hogan. "There's more where that came from big boy," replied Davey.
The Bulldog pulled out and pushed back in again, causing the Hulkster's whole body to shudder with pleasure, as somewhere deep within his gut the Bulldog's shaft pressed against Hogan's prostate. As Hogan became accustomed to Davey Boy's deep thrusts, Davey quickened his pace. Every time Davey drove in their nut sacks bounced against each other, and every time he pulled out the shitty slurping sounds of Hogan's butt trying to suck on Davey's dick were audible. By now the Hulkster was moaning continuously. His eyes were closed as he rocked his hips backward, trying to get as much dick up his ass as he could get. Meanwhile Hogan's own man rod had drooled a small puddle of pre-cum between his wide- spread legs.
"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God! Fuck me harder...HARDER! Please...Yes...Oh Yes! I'm your Bulldog bitch. Don't stop fucking my man-pussy. I love it!"
"Oh yeah, sooo tight. Your shit-chute is so damn tight! Bark for me bitch. Bark for me, and I'll fuck you harder."
Hogan started barking, growling, and howling. At this display of animal lust, Davey began fucking even faster, grinding his hips and bucking wildly. The slapping sound from the Bulldog's groin ramming into Hogan's round rump was drowned out by their animalistic cries. Finally, the Bulldog threw his head back, let out a howl, and came inside Hogan's ass. The feeling of Davey Boy's warm jism flooding into the Hulkster's butt sent him over the edge, and he too started shooting his load. As Davey continued to pump the last of his sperm inside Hogan, Hogan's cock spewed 7 volleys of hot cum onto the mat.
They both lingered for a moment. Then the Bulldog pulled out of Hogan's man-hole. Utterly worn out, the golden-brown body of Hulk Hogan collapsed to the mat in a pool of sticky semen. Some of Davey's cock cream leaked out of Hogan's worn and stretched ass hole, trickling down his massive thighs. The British Bulldog found his wrestling briefs and pulled the ol' Union Jack over his sweat drenched ass cheeks and shit-smeared cock and exited the ring.