NSFW Review: Wrestling For Top Part 1 by Jack Stevens

Handsome wrestler Terry ‘Kid Bacchus’ Ryan is popular with the fans in the ring and with the men in the bedroom. But faced with dwindling audiences and fierce competition in Britain, Terry gambles on a tour of Europe with ‘uncle’ Doug, three wrestling buddies, and an unexpected sponsor, the masked wrestler Johnny Deuce.

Abroad, Terry and his team score on the mats and between the sheets, catching the eye of influential wrestler/promoter Yves Montaigne, who is eager to make Terry a star and lover.

But even as success beckons, Terry is drawn into a world of dark and dangerous sexual fantasies, and to save himself and his wrestling family, Terry must find out who his real enemies are. Are they linked to the death of his father years ago? What part did Doug play in that? And above all, who really is the man behind the Johnny Deuce mask?

Wrestling for Top is an erotica serial in seven parts.

Ding Ding Ding! Stroke fic winner!

This was such a hodge podge of things I enjoy from Tom of Finland and Naked Combat to Fight Club with maybe a dash of Ray Donovan thrown in to class up the joint, minus all those blasted weighty topics. Wrestling for Top isn't PWP, but it's also not meant to be taken seriously. I have a feeling the rest of the series is going to involve a fuck ton of man meat, probably some questionable choices and maybe a wrestling championship. 

If you're looking for a book that's profound, this isn't the book for you. If you're looking for a book that's DEEP, this could be a book for you. If you don't enjoy a lot of sweaty, hairy men fucking without feelings, this isn't the book for you. If you're someone who enjoys bears plowing horny, hungry twinks, come sit next to me and let's talk about all the monster cocks that rain come in this novelette.

What I appeals to me so much about Tom of Finland is how exaggerated everything is-the cocks are monstrous, the come geysers, the men are beefcakes and there seems to be an undercurrent of power dynamics wrapped up in a leather clad, hyper-sexual, homoerotic fantasy. What Jack Stevens has done is translated that fantasy to the page.

His version of that fantasy is set in the exaggerated and oftentimes comically theatrical world of pro wrestling. There are two competing promotors-POWer Productions where Terry 'Kid Bacchus' Ryan is the star and Critical MASS Promotions who are luring away all of POWer's wrestlers. They're also trying to woo The Kid, but he is loyal to POWer mostly because his uncle runs it. I think. It's too early to tell what motivates him aside from his cock. There is a hint of a backstory involving his father who was a wrestler himself as was his uncle and there might be A BIG SECRET. All of the "adults" in this story struck me as burned out, a bit desperate and would probably sell their first born for a fifth of Jack. 

Mansfield is MASS's owner and cast as the villain. He's likely running an underground Fight Club/Naked Kombat and The Kid is a hot commodity that no doubt would be lucrative draw. Plus "The Kid" is packing a python in his unitard and he is not afraid of using it either. Or being used for that matter. I like em flexible. I also like how much Kid likes himself.

I really could quote the hell out of this thing, but I'll limit myself to two:

With a savage thrust of his hips, the man drives his scimitar-like cock up and in. Mario howls, and all around them there is an answering sound, almost as feral, from the assembled men, as each one vicariously shares the pleasure of shafting the beaten, beautiful boy.

Publicly vanquishing the fallen by monster cock with only spit for lube? Yes, please.

"My God, that is a great arse," he breathed.

"Fucking well fuck it then!" Mark cried out.

It could've used an edit to avoid moments like, "unconsciously Doug ran his head over his shaven head", and the telling of it in certain points gets a little difficult to follow, but overall I thoroughly enjoyed this fun romp and will likely continue on with the series in the future. If for no other reason than to see if there is an ultimate fighting orgy. 

Please baby jeebuz.

Recommend for those who enjoy veiny clubs, fuck muscles, jackhammering, oily and/or shiny bears, twinks and face fucking.

A review copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.

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Review: Pup Love by Kenn Dahll

Brett loves Dave and enjoys being a power bottom to his dominant Master. Although the couple has an open relationship, Brett had not taken advantage of the option until he met Jose and his friend Pedro during an extended business trip. His experimentation with the pair opens his eyes to the pleasure of being dominant, yet he relishes his submissive relationship with Dave. With new experiences under his belt, will Brett be able to embrace his new-found dominance in the presence of his Master?

I enjoy reading PWP.

I've read all types:

- the ones that get straight to the point - cock's out, time to start stuffing those hungry holes;

- the ones that try to tease - a hint of sexy, then story and then a big sloppy finish;

- the ones that try to impress you with the author's thesaurus skills - nothing says sexy like a thick toothsome tumescent protrusion;

- the ones that are weird - *coughs*Dr. Chuck Tingle*coughs*;

- the ones that are just bad from jump...

For me, "Pup Love" by Kenn Dahll just was a miss, from the first page.

It's not the kinks written that irks me (okay, maybe the BDSM practiced was off for me), it's the writing style.

"His armpits promise olfactory sensations beyond belief as the strains of his workout manifest in droplets of perspiration most certainly perfumed with his masculine pheromones"

or

"Fuck, one of his burgundy tits is poking through a tear in the wet material! I can barely concentrate on my spotting responsibilities. My rigid prick aches to peek out of its confinement in my jockstrap's mesh--the angry-red tip, protruding from its crinkly snout, reaches into the wide elastic waistband."

Really? Cocks and snouts?

Pup Love is a PWP that is stuffed with sex scenes. And I'm sure there are readers out there who can find this erotic. Any muscle porn lovers out there? Or puppy play fans? *waves hands* Readers who don't mind erotic stories that feature open relationships? I thought that was the best thing about the book. The couple was fully upfront about their extracurricular activities.

This story fell flat in just about all the other departments for me. Granted, doms written like Dave who yell and speak in exclamation points turn me the hell off, so I wasn't going to like him. He's an example of a bad dom to me. And Brett wasn't any better as his sub. The story is written from Brett's POV in first person.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass. You better make it tight. I don't like loose fucks." I don't do fifty Kegel clenches daily to be a loose fuck. Focusing on my sphincter, I contract my anus and hold it clenched against the onslaught of his indomitable bludgeon.

Brett is a "power bottom" who serves his Master/dom Dave. They have an open relationship. He goes on a business trip and fucks the help staff, finally getting a chance to top. And this makes him more dominant. *yawn* As you can see, Brett tries to impress with his synonym skills.

Using both palms, I spread his butt cheeks until I see the rubicund beige center into which I deliver a glob of spittle.

Mmmhmm...that "rubicund beige center" got a pounding. But the way the person who it's attached to was written pissed me off a little. Pedro, the Mexican waiter, who couldn't speak the best English but somehow got it right while being sexed and went back to not speaking good English in conversation. Something was off about the way the Latino characters were written. But then again, they weren't written to be people, more as sex toys.

And once Brett declared,

"Take it amigo! Take my whole fucking cock up your ass. Shit! Damn! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm filling your hole with my gringo salsa!"

I was over it.

Didn't care about the threesomes. Didn't care about the main character. Didn't care about the kink.

Didn't.

Care.

For stroke fic, it's not sexy. If there was a point, I missed it. You can tell me PWP doesn't need a point, but I've read better fuck scenes without the thesaurus thrown in shorter amount of words.

It could have been sliced in half (lengthwise), lose the unnecessary business trip and just portray Brett discovering his dominant side with the "Nebraska twink". I'm all for interracial PWP, but the awkward word choice, flat characters and not sexy sex...it makes all the story's missteps stand out.

Unless this was the intention for the entire story, to be a satire of bad porn? Or the reader is supposed to laugh instead of cum? Then, this got the job done in spades!

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