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MOA-118 The Hairy Throne
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Foreword
A new book by Jeff Kincaid is always an event. Jeff’s record for hard-driving, butch novels designed to turn even the squishiest hard as marble is unsurpassed. From the first, with the two-fisted story of Officer Dick, right down to the last, Brownbucker, the rough and raunchy, sweat-smelling classic about the punk Puerto Rican life in the ghettos of Spanish Harlem.
Jeff’s subjects are always hard-muscled, hard-driving studs in leather and denim. Cops and juvenile delinquents, horny swimming teams (Deep End) and now, hornier motorcycle studs tearing up the roads from San Francisco into the phallic rocky mountains.
The world of The Hairy Throne. A town—Crowe’s Corners. One of those out-of-the-way by waters where life can be deceptively simple, but where the bucolic atmosphere hides a marsh full of evils. A world full of devils, where the good aren’t at all good, and where the bad are something else.
Meet Sheriff Dirk Spencer, a man who bulges his uniform in all the appropriate places. Dirk is the law in Crowe’s Corners and if you’re ever up that way, it’d be a piece of good advice worth taking to just ride on, stranger, ride on.
Especially if the wheels you’re riding on are two, not four. Especially if you sit astride it and it throbs and splutters between your loins. Especially if you haven’t shaved in a day or so and your face is dark and stubbly and rough looking.
Because this sheriff and his deputy Blackie, they get hard when they see broad-chested jocks like you ripping up the countryside on Harleys. They don’t take too kindly to your kind of freedom around Crowe’s Corners. They’re likely to try to take some of it away from you.
With their peckers.
As Biff Jenkins was bound to find out. They called Biff “Hercules” when they saw him, because Biff was built big—all over. His flesh just rippled with bulging, sweat-slick muscles—muscles Sheriff Spencer and Blackie planned to tie down.
Because Biff was there just when they needed him—Biff and his equally hard-riding gang of biker boys. Because a couple of husky rocky mountain studs had been getting their asses handed to them up in the hills. Their bodies were being found all over the place, stripped naked and beaten bruised. And smeared with dirt and spunk.
Who would do something so funky to these upstanding straight-arrows if it wasn’t a bunch of warped motorcyclists like Biff and his pals? It was good enough reason for the law in Crowe’s Corners to get ready for a long night’s interrogation.
Only things are never what they seem in Crowe’s Corners, as Biff would discover, almost too late. As Sheriff Spencer would find out, in the end.
Jeff Kincaid has done it again—The Hairy Throne might just turn out to be even more classic a novel of homo-erotic fiction than all his other candidates for the title to date.
1 review for MOA-118 The Hairy Throne
Beat –
This book contains lots of EXTREME sexual violence and well as plenty of raunch. That’s the kind of shit that Aaron Kincaid likes to write about. Page one is going to cause erections in many guys. A guy (nick-named Hercules) is bound and raped, and he’s forced to cum over and over again “against his will”. He then has to drink his own sperm as well as the piss of the guys who raped him. Hercules is a biker and the guys who rape him are law enforcement officers. The stage is set! Get your dicks out, guys! You’re gonna be masturbating!
The sheriff is Dirk Spencer and one of his deputies is Mickey who is 18 and has an incredibly long dick. Blackie is another one of the deputies. Dirk smokes cigars and he likes to put the burning end against guys’ nipples. Part of the sexual violence is that Mickey’s father gets “fucked to death” by the officers. Mickey’s long dick is what prevents his father from breathing. After the guy dies, Blackie fucks his asshole.
As far as the nasty raunch part of the story, Kincaid keeps a low background buzz of raunch going on throughout the story by: 1) using the word “shit” as the main expletive that guys use when talking or thinking 2) describing a guy’s asshole as his shit shute or shit hole, and 3) fudge-packing, which is a polite way of saying that when a guy is fucking another guy, the top guy’s dick sinks into turds and “mashed up shit”. Beyond that background raunch, there is a scene that starts on page 25 where the sheriff sits his stinking ass on a guy’s face and tells the guy to sniff, then to lick, and finally Dirk says, “You stick your tongue up that crack there and taste that shit.” I’ll leave you to read the next sentence which is on page 26. Vic is the bottom guy and after the sheriff fucks him, Vic is made to suck the sheriff’s shit streaked dick. FUCK! Meanwhile Mickey is starting to fuck Vic, “He felt those gooey turds as he drilled into them.”
Kincaid even manages to work a neat plot into this mess of sperm and excrement.