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.
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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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