Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Steak & BJ Futa Bundle by Moctezuma Johnson (#erotica #futa #smutpunk)

If you are not familiar with the name Moctezuma Johnson, then prepare to be shocked, and perhaps even a little bit disturbed. As the unabashed King of Smutpunk, he blends cyberpunk and splatterpunk influences with pop art erotica to create something unique. Steak & BJ Futa Bundle collects all of his futadelic fun in one place, making it an excellent introduction to the King's realm.

Jane’s Steak and BJ Night Surprise is a fun story that starts out with a scenario that, sadly, is all too familiar. Overworked and overtired, David and Jane both love oral sex, but rarely make time for it. The only exception is Steak & BJ Day, a holiday celebrated in David's pants each year - except, this year, Jane is looking to turn the tables. The kitchen scene is the heart of this story, with Jane turning the art of cooking into something erotic, and the art of eating into something almost fearsome. The aggression she demonstrates is wonderful, and the creativity involving steak and custard is . . . well, delicious.

Romancing the Hot Stone is what I would call an exceptionally filthy, inappropriate, erotic comedy. This, ladies and gentlemen, is what smutpunk is all about. Larry is an arrogant, racist, abusive businessman who ends up nearly losing his manhood in an unfortunate accident. It serves him right but, of course, he does not see it that way. As much fun as it is to see him nearly emasculated, the true pleasure comes in seeing the tables turned, with the masseuse being the one to get her revenge. There is a lot of build up here, with the sex saved for the very end, but the telling of the story is what makes it so amusing.

What do you do when you are an unrepentant womanizer, and you encounter a woman who can literally smell your sins? Well, if you are Richard, and you are looking to hire The Nose for your perfume company, you bend over and take it like a man. This is a raunchy story with a lot of secretarial abuse in the first half, a great twist in the interview, and some exceptionally hot, aggressive, triumphant pegging in the second half. I do so love a woman who so easily takes control, and Richard's helpless submission is pretty sweet in and of itself. There is a lot of dialogue to this one, and as scrumptiously smutty as it is, it is also clever and well-played.

Dump the Futa President is what you could call smutpunk satire, a story that is too silly to be truly offensive, but too on-the-nose to be dismissed as mere smut. This is about as wild and scattershot as Moctezuma Johnson gets, a story that throws a lot at the reader, and does so in a carefully haphazard fashion. Yes, it is a condemnation of the kind of politics that marked the last US election, but it is also a gonzo celebration of robots, aliens, zombies, drugs, and more. The narration is suitably over-the-top, with satire giving way puns, which give way to smut, which gives way to pulp sci-fi gibberish. The final few pages are the craziest fun you will ever have in a book about presidential elections.

Saving the best for last, Futadelic is a fun read that balances dark motives with sexual pleasures. It is a story of genetic experimentation, corporate greed, and sexual discovery that is almost comic at times, but mostly just kinky and messed up. Here we have a futanari transformation, mind control drugs, a secret lesbian affair, a jealous (and horny) boyfriend, and an overexcited scientist. The narration is largely straightforward, lacking the madcap insanity of Moctezuma Johnson's other stories, but it is also the most erotic I have had the pleasure of reading. What raises it above the level of mere smut is the way it intertwines Ao's erotic journey with Peter's paranoid flight, pushing the limits of consent, and exaggerating the sexual possibilities. It is the one story where I really wanted more, but the climax is just about perfect.

Moctezuma mixes cyberpunk, futanari, pop art, comics, splatterpunk, and erotica in a high-pitched gender-bender genre-blender running on high. That's why they call him King Smutpunk. If you want to taste what bestselling author Linzi Basset calls "that imminent euphoria that MJ excels at" then you need to start drinking smutpunk up.

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