Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 18:15:40 -0700
From: Oliver Jones <quellerof1000demons@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hulk Hogan Vs. The British Bulldog

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.