Date: Sat, 1 Jun 2002 01:22:18 +0100 From: Malcolm Cowan Subject: The King Goes Hardcore The King Goes Hardcore _________________________________________________________________________ This is erotic gay fiction featuring the WWF Superstars. This story is fiction and is not intended to suggest anything about the sexual orientation of the participants. This story can be reproduced on the condition that the story is left in its entire form. And my e-mail address is left attached. (Also please send me a small e-mail if you wish to use the stories on your site). All names used in this story are registered trademarks of "Titan sports Entertainment" Quick mention for David D. who mailed me giving me the idea for this story. Thanks David! Any comments on whom I should write about next? Contact me at MalcolmCowan@summerlee.freeserve.co.uk _________________________________________________________________________ Hardcore Holly was back in the WWF after recovering from his broken arm. He was looking forward to getting back in the ring and wrestling the hottest talent in any organisation. Oh sure, most of the Superstars knew Hardcore was gay. He was very open about it, and damn proud of it too. Only trouble was the one person he really wanted wasn't a wrestler whom he could simply arouse in the ring during the matches. No, the one person Hardcore wanted was sitting just a few feet away from the ring. Jerry 'The King' Lawler. Hardcore had fallen head over heels for Jerry, but Jerry wasn't gay. At least Harcore thought he wasn't... RAW is War. Hardcore had been back for a few weeks now. He was cutting a promo in the middle of the ring. Hardcore was getting massive heat from the crowd. However it was all about to go wrong. 'Now, as for tonights match with that Bastard who broke my arm....' He paused, not in the script. Hardcore had stopped because he was staring right at Jerry Lawler. He shook his head and resumed his speech, but all the emotion in the crowd had gone. The match was doomed. But Hardcore had finish the speech. 'There is no way that Olympic Jackass can beat the King of Hardcore.' Hardcore's music kicked in. He left hurriedly. He had goofed up big time. That wouldn't make Vince happy at all. It was only when he got backstage that he realised he had a huge bulge protruding from his tights. 'Damn, the whole world just saw me talk with that poking out.' He said to himself. The match failed, as already mentioned. All previous heat for the match had gone. Hardcore just couldn't redeem himself for that mistake. And it was going to get much worse. Kurt Angle had irished whipped Hardcore to the ropes that faced the commentary box. Unfortunately for Hardcore his eyes met Lawler's again. He stopped to stare at The Kings ruggishly handsome features. Forgetting all about Kurt, Hardcore couldn't stop staring at Jerry. Until Kurt snuck up from behind and rolled Hardcore up for the 1,2,3. Jerry and J.R. managed to fob off Harcore's latest error with a very lame excuse that Hardcore had seen someone in the crowd. Hardcore sat in his dressing room after RAW had finished. Vince hadn't been happy with his mistakes and had docked his purse for the night. But Hardcore wasn't thinking about Vince, but about Jerry. Hardcore closed his eyes and all he could see was The King's face. 'Damn.' Hardcore looked down at his crotch area and saw the very same boner that had been there earlier. 'I need a shower.' Hardcore slipped into the shower area to cool off. He had to stop thinking about Jerry. Hardcore didn't even notice someone slip in through his dressing room door. It wasn't until Hardcore heard somebody trip outside the shower that he went out to check. He didn't even grab anything to protect his modesty. Standing before Hardcore Holly was The King. And the short spell in the shower hadn't quite gotten rid of his hard-on. 'How did you get in?' Hardcore asked. 'You didn't lock the door.' Jerry answered. Hardcore cursed himself mentally. 'Well. Now I know why you're called the King of Hardcore.' Jerry said looking straight at the re-erected 8 incher sprouting from Hardcore's crotch. Hardcore covered the boner clumsily with his hands. 'Want to find out why I'm called the King?' Hardcore looked up at Lawler, who had removed the shoulder strap from his shoulder. Hardcore couldn't help but look down at Lawler's crotch area. A significant bulge was noticeable. 'Jerry, are you coming on to me?' Hardcore asked, not quite sure about Lawler's motives. 'You lost control when you looked at me. Imagine how it will feel after fucking me.' Jerry pulled Hardcore towards him and placed his lips onto Hardcore's. Hardcore pushed away, 'Hang on, you can't be gay. You're married!' Lawler smiled, 'Publicity stunt. Stops anyone thinking that I might be gay.' Hardcore hesitated slightly, 'What about your son? How can you have...without...?' Jerry shook his head, 'Adopted. Simple as that...' Lawler re-initiated the kiss. Hardcore didn't stop it this time. Instead Hardcore started to pull down Lawler's tights. Hardcore gasped when he saw what popped out. It wasn't the length of Jerry's cock that made Hardcore gasped. It was around 7 or 8 inches easy. It was the width of Jerry's cock that surprised Holly. It was massive, and Hardcore found it hard to enclose his hand around it. 'My god Jerry! That's every gay man's dream!' Hardcore said dreamily. Hardcore kneeled down in front of the massive cock. He paused. 'Well, what are you waiting for?' Jerry said impatiently. Hardcore knew there was no way he could get all that in his mouth, but he tried. Sure enough, he could only fit the purple head of Jerry's cock in his mouth. He made a few pathetic sucking motions when Jerry sighed. 'Hmph!' Jerry said. Jerry grabbed Hardcore's head and forced Hardcore's mouth all the way down the massive pole. Hardcore coughed and pulled back in shock. 'Jerry! That was unnecessary.' Hardcore said, not telling Jerry he nearly choked. Jerry shook his head at Hardcore. Jerry grabbed Holly's shoulders and shoved him roughly to the floor. 'Jerry!' 'What's the matter? I thought you were the "King of Hardcore"?' Jerry replied sarcastically. Jerry grabbed Hardcore's legs and forced them above Hardcore's head. Allowing Jerry full access to Hardcore's asshole. 'Don't Jerry! That thing will tear my ass apart!' 'You disappoint me. You're not the King of Hardcore, you're not even the Joker! Kiss your ass goodbye.' Jerry rammed his cock straight into Hardcore's hole. Holly screamed in agony. 'You're no king.' Jerry said with a nasty tone to his voice, 'I'm the King around here, not you. Got that?' Jerry continued to pound his massive cock in and out of Hardcore's ass. Blood started to appear around the hole. Hardcore was nearly in tears. 'Who's the King? Hmm? Who's the bloody king?' Jerry yelled. 'You...(sob)...are.' Hardcore was fighting back the tears. 'Good. Now that that is settled...' Jerry didn't stop pounding his cock into Hardcore's ass. Jerry had become the dominant one, and wasn't about to stop now. He pumped it faster. Hardcore continued to scream from the agony. Jerry smiled nastily at Hardcore as he kept up the rhythmtic motions. Hardcore had stopped screaming, his ass becoming used to the huge pole moving in and out of it. 'That's more like it, I'll bet you're enjoying it now, aren't you?' Jerry said softly. Hardcore nodded. It was true. He had been humbled by Lawler, but it didn't stop him from feeling good. 'Good boy.' Jerry's motions started to slow down, a sure sign that he was near climax. True enough Jerry started to moan ecstatically. He started to pound faster again, Hardcore felt as though he was in heaven. 'Oh god!' Jerry yelled. He came right in Hardcore's asshole. Jerry pulled out of the cum stained hole, and sat down in front of Holly. 'Now come over here.' Jerry beckoned. Hardcore crawled over. He knew he was the slave now. 'Lick all the cum of my dick. Do a good job and you'll be rewarded.' Jerry ordered. Hardcore nodded. He looked down at the still erect dick. He couldn't suck it, but he could lick it well enough. Jerry pulled Hardcore's face towards his dick. 'Do it! Do it now!' Jerry ordered. Hardcore started licking the cum drenched dick. He licked it with great care, knowing where all the sensitive spots were. He licked at the King's pubic hairs, which were also cum soaked. He left the piss slit to last. Jerry nodded with satisfaction as Hardcore finished licking out the slit. 'Oh...yes...!' Jerry moaned. Hardcore looked up at The King, who was smiling. 'Thank you. Now I will reward you, loyal subject.' Jerry said. He pushed Hardcore to the floor again. Jerry grabbed Hardcore's dick and started to pull it with great force. Hardcore winced. He couldn't help it. 'Just checking that it is worthy of my attention.' Jerry said teasingly. Hardcore's dick seemed to be getting bigger in Jerry's hand, Jerry's technique was superb and would've made any man watching want it happen to them. The pre-cum began to ooze out of Hardcore's hard on. Jerry smiled, 'Well, it only just passes the Royal inspection. Lucky you.' Hardcore pole was now at full potential, the plump pink mushroom on top straining and whimpering to be sucked. Hardcore smiled back, the first time he had smiled since it had all started. 'I think you're lucky to be this close to the mighty Hardcore.' 'Good answer pion. You're finally coming up to the King's standard.' 'Well, I won't be doing any cumming unless you start sucking!' Hardcore grabbed Jerry's head and guided the eager lips towards the equally eager dick. The lips pursed open, and started to begin. Jerry made some teasing motions with his lips on the head of Hardcore's dick. Mopping up all the pre-cum that was already there, causing Hardcore to groan with pleasure for the first time during the whole sex thing. Once the King had sucked up all of the delicious pre-cum, grade A Hardcore brand, he opened his mouth wide open and plunged right down the shaft. The King has had years of experience and knew exactly how to please any man, Jerry moved up and down the shaft with slow, deliberate strokes. All the time fondling the low hanging balls with one hand, and finger fucking Hardcore's ass with the other. The movements were in sync, and Hardcore could feel every motion as his body tingled with pure passionable pleasure. Hardcore moaned ecstatically as he drew closer and closer to cumming. Hardcore grabbed the King's dick and started to squeeze it in time to the King's sucking motions. Using his other hand, Hardcore started to feel up the King's yummy body, paying special attention to the very hard, King sized nipples. Hardcore started to feel the familiar feeling of climax creeping up on him. 'Jerry! I'm gonna blow!' Hardcore screamed. Boom. An eruption of cum streamed out of Hardcore's dick, straight into the King's eager and willing mouth. The King lapped up at least three of four waves of cum from Mt. Hardcore. While another wave of cum shoots out of the King's dick after all that wanking. 'Come here' Hardcore beckoned. They embraced in a warm hug, and a romantic kiss as a follow up. Their toungues washing out the others of cum. 'How do you feel now?' Jerry said to Hardcore. 'Brilliant.' Hardcore sighed contently. 'I'm just going to the bathroom, I'll be right back.' Jerry kissed Hardcore as a parting gift. Jerry closed the door and walked to the bathroom, bumping to Mr. McMahon on the way. 'Did you sort out Hardcore Holly for me? He won't make that mistake again will he?' Vince asked Jerry. 'Trust me, he won't dare make that mistake again.' Jerry smiled. 'Good. Well I have to be off, my son's waiting for me.' Vince said as he left. 'He won't make that mistake again, not if he wants more...' Jerry said to himself as Vince left. 'Trust me.' (Up next, what happened when Grand Master Sexay found out he was adopted...)