Nick the Dragon Slayer had a long-standing obsession to nuzzle the beautiful Queen's voluptuous breasts, but he knew the penalty for this would be death. One day he revealed his
secret desire to his colleague, Horatio the Physician, who was the King's chief doctor. Horatio the Physician exclaimed that he could arrange for Nick the Dragon Slayer to satisfy
his desire, but it would cost him 1,000 gold coins to arrange it. Without pause, Nick the Dragon Slayer readily agreed to the scheme.
The next day, Horatio the Physician made a batch of itching powder and poured a little bit into the Queen's brassiere while she bathed. Soon after she dressed, the itching commenced and grew intense. Upon being summoned to the Royal Chambers to address this incident, Horatio the Physician informed the King and Queen that only a special saliva, if applied for four hours, would cure this type of itch, and that tests had shown that only the saliva of Nick the Dragon Slayer would work as the antidote to cure the itch. The King quickly summoned Nick the Dragon Slayer. Horatio the Physician then slipped Nick the Dragon Slayer the antidote for the itching powder, which he quickly put it into his mouth, and for the next four hours, Nick worked passionately on the Queen's voluptuous and magnificent breasts. The Queen's itching was eventually relieved, and Nick the Dragon
Slayer left satisfied and touted as a hero.
Upon returning to his chamber, Nick the Dragon Slayer found Horatio the Physician demanding his payment of 1,000 gold coins. With his obsession now satisfied, Nick the Dragon Slayer couldn't have cared less, and knowing that Horatio the
Physician could never report this matter to the King shooed him away with no payment made.
The next day, Horatio the Physician slipped a massive dose of the same itching powder into the King's loincloth. The King immediately summoned Nick the Dragon Slayer...
It has been used a bit more, for one thing I remember Freddy the Beard and I talking about it. I heard the term a lot more than I read it. When I got into redneck Louisiana and the stories started some guys would be referred to as tuskhogs. I remember an elderly fellow in his sixties. Had a dispute with the officials at a dirt track race and went to the press box where they were at to discuss things. The first cop to get there weighed about two-fifty. Granted it was down the bleachers but the cop flew about twenty feet before the first bounce. The four cops coming behind him looked at Larry, realized they were outnumbered, and went back to chasing kids crawling under the fence! Larry was a tuskhog! Oddly enough he owned a mechanic shop as did a tuskhog I was friendly with 150 miles from there. Iron John was about the same age as Larry and still more than willing to knuckle and skull too! Tushhog doesn't make sense talking about these guys as it sounds like a gash hound. A deep southern accent slurring tuskhog into tushhog after a few drinks makes perfect sense describing these guys. They wore out their clothes from the inside out!
Reminds me, the burner in my oven just did that! Looks cool watching a spot of sparks looking like a fireworks sparkler running all the way around a burner fairly slowly but when it happens the burner is toast.