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Bukkake Brawl
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First published December 2, 2010
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May 24, 2022
Fellow sex-fiends, have you ever, while luxuriating in post coital bliss next to a beautiful woman, had one too many hits and launched into a disastrous flight of Icarusian fancy in which you averred, rather aggressively, about the strangely whimsical smell of a used condom and how it sketches, in your mind’s eye, Chestnut trees which are now endangered due to an insidious blight that originated in East Asia. Rhapsodically insisting that this, now imperiled, deciduous hardwood tree, smells identical to a cock mitten of microparticle emulsion distally engorged from absorbing the impact of high velocity nut-ectoplasm? Did she sneer and interpret this as longing for male companionship, forcing you to engage in pathetically manipulative self excoriation which resulted in a lengthy, high voltage pause, in which postural and affective shock was clearly noted, signaling a decapitation of further pleasure? Well, that whole groveling bit was a strategic miscalculation. It’s not that you missed the smell, you just found it interesting, a fact which your handwringing contrition obfuscated. Here’s what I did:
“I’d rather have questions I can’t answer than like... answers I can’t question.” My gaze fixed on the ceiling.
“No. Wait. Go back. You MISS that smell?!” Her voice cracking with strained credulity.
“The wheels on the bus go ‘round and round...” Face now snugly between her thighs.
“That’s not gonna work.” She half heartedly insists.
“You are not you--you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought. I myself have no existence; I am but a dream--your dream, a creature of your imagination. In a moment you will have realized this, then you will banish me from your visions and I shall dissolve into the nothingness out of which you made me. I am perishing already, I am failing, I am passing away.”
“What’s that from...? Ah! You’re such a weirdo.”
Bringing to bear the most deadly ora(l)tion I’ve learned, lips vibrating like the flight muscles of Japanese honey bees as they close around an invading wasp, I begin to hum Man of Constant Sorrow in a register of Tuvan throat singing.
“Ohhh.. goddd..”
Now imagine you’re encircled by horny men who are all eager to paint you (a similar picture.) Or in this case, just one man, who made it his noble quest to sing an ode to the American Chestnut Tree, utilizing twitter, with its then 140 character limit, to de(semenate) 1/4 of 1 teaspoon (1.25 to 5ml of ejaculate respectively) at a time of prostatic prose. A high octane handy. This nut busting tale is set in a dystopia where the UFC and Braziers have joined forces for the ultimate in carnality capturing enterprises - The Bukkake Brawl, in which the audience is invited to celebrate this fusion of sex and violence by raining upon the participants a slurry of seminal praise. Mei, our Jizzabell protagonist, fights to defend my thesis against sex crazed, cybernetic, Trenbolone acetate fueled men with frighteningly persistent erections in the floating city of Yue Fong, where losing a match is prohibited by penalty of deep dicking. This jizz-drizzled sexpunk confection is a tale of revenge which will leave you unable to pull out.
“I’d rather have questions I can’t answer than like... answers I can’t question.” My gaze fixed on the ceiling.
“No. Wait. Go back. You MISS that smell?!” Her voice cracking with strained credulity.
“The wheels on the bus go ‘round and round...” Face now snugly between her thighs.
“That’s not gonna work.” She half heartedly insists.
“You are not you--you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought. I myself have no existence; I am but a dream--your dream, a creature of your imagination. In a moment you will have realized this, then you will banish me from your visions and I shall dissolve into the nothingness out of which you made me. I am perishing already, I am failing, I am passing away.”
“What’s that from...? Ah! You’re such a weirdo.”
Bringing to bear the most deadly ora(l)tion I’ve learned, lips vibrating like the flight muscles of Japanese honey bees as they close around an invading wasp, I begin to hum Man of Constant Sorrow in a register of Tuvan throat singing.
“Ohhh.. goddd..”
Now imagine you’re encircled by horny men who are all eager to paint you (a similar picture.) Or in this case, just one man, who made it his noble quest to sing an ode to the American Chestnut Tree, utilizing twitter, with its then 140 character limit, to de(semenate) 1/4 of 1 teaspoon (1.25 to 5ml of ejaculate respectively) at a time of prostatic prose. A high octane handy. This nut busting tale is set in a dystopia where the UFC and Braziers have joined forces for the ultimate in carnality capturing enterprises - The Bukkake Brawl, in which the audience is invited to celebrate this fusion of sex and violence by raining upon the participants a slurry of seminal praise. Mei, our Jizzabell protagonist, fights to defend my thesis against sex crazed, cybernetic, Trenbolone acetate fueled men with frighteningly persistent erections in the floating city of Yue Fong, where losing a match is prohibited by penalty of deep dicking. This jizz-drizzled sexpunk confection is a tale of revenge which will leave you unable to pull out.
October 6, 2015
In Japanese, the term bukkake means simply "to dash" or "splash" water, but chances are if you're reading THIS book, you already know what it refers to in the vernacular — a circle jerk with one very lucky lady at the center of it all. Combine this concept with no-holds-barred cage fighting, multiply the sex and violence by about seven or so, and what you end up with is Bukkake Brawl by Made in DNA. If that doesn't sound like something you'd like to read, just wait for it to hit prime time television in another 20 to 30 years, because as horrific as it sounds, it's really not all that implausible given our current societal trajectory.
Meet Mei — brawler, fuckdoll, and aspiring YA strong female lead. Whether training in synthetic jizz moats or facing competitors in a showering deluge of the real thing (courtesy of the predictably premature audience), Mei endures levels of physical and psychological abuse that would leave most of us shattered heaps of catatonic despair. And yet she perseveres in her quest for vengeance, because there's nothing anyone can do to her that a few vaginal staples, industrial-strength painkillers, and full-body clonings can't fix.
Sounds pretty bad, I know. Still, what emerges is not so much a schlock-fest complicit with its own awful subject matter, but rather a surprisingly nuanced look at the complex intersections between commerce, technology, and misogyny.
I won't go on about how the book was written exclusively via Twitter, although I will admit that I was quite impressed to learn as much after having finished it. The dialogue and descriptions are tweet-tight as a result, and while it's hard to say how much editing went into their compilation, I wouldn't necessarily assume a lot.
After reading this review and the multitudinous updates leading up to it, I'm sure you've already made up your mind whether to download Bukkake Brawl immediately or run away as fast as you can. I'll say no more.
Meet Mei — brawler, fuckdoll, and aspiring YA strong female lead. Whether training in synthetic jizz moats or facing competitors in a showering deluge of the real thing (courtesy of the predictably premature audience), Mei endures levels of physical and psychological abuse that would leave most of us shattered heaps of catatonic despair. And yet she perseveres in her quest for vengeance, because there's nothing anyone can do to her that a few vaginal staples, industrial-strength painkillers, and full-body clonings can't fix.
Sounds pretty bad, I know. Still, what emerges is not so much a schlock-fest complicit with its own awful subject matter, but rather a surprisingly nuanced look at the complex intersections between commerce, technology, and misogyny.
I won't go on about how the book was written exclusively via Twitter, although I will admit that I was quite impressed to learn as much after having finished it. The dialogue and descriptions are tweet-tight as a result, and while it's hard to say how much editing went into their compilation, I wouldn't necessarily assume a lot.
After reading this review and the multitudinous updates leading up to it, I'm sure you've already made up your mind whether to download Bukkake Brawl immediately or run away as fast as you can. I'll say no more.
January 31, 2018
I am continually amazed by Made In DNA's work. Can you imagine writing good, engaging stories on Twitter?! Jeez, I can't even write anything interesting about my day in 140 characters! He's written-(I think) 2 books on it!
Every sentence was fabulous, not one bored me. His words paint the most vivid pictures. I really wish someone would turn his books into a movie or a comic book.
The story takes place in a horrific dystopian future. Picture something like a sexy, adult version of "The Hunger Games" or "Battle Royale". Instead of kids, there are Indentured Slaves with enhancements called Jizzabels battling men, and a dwarf with 2 foot monster cock. Throw in a Shark, a couple robots, and then cover everything in semen!
Definitely one of the best books I read in 2010!
Every sentence was fabulous, not one bored me. His words paint the most vivid pictures. I really wish someone would turn his books into a movie or a comic book.
The story takes place in a horrific dystopian future. Picture something like a sexy, adult version of "The Hunger Games" or "Battle Royale". Instead of kids, there are Indentured Slaves with enhancements called Jizzabels battling men, and a dwarf with 2 foot monster cock. Throw in a Shark, a couple robots, and then cover everything in semen!
Definitely one of the best books I read in 2010!
June 10, 2012
Bukkake Brawl is not for the squeamish. As the title says, the book is fighting and extreme sex. It's like Fight Club, but where women fight guys, and when a woman loses she gets fucked. A lot.
Even though it's all kinds of gross it is still lots and lots of fun. I'm not saying I'd want to be in a ring kicking horny guys asses and hoping not to become their cum receptacle if I lost, but it's a fun read!
It's also so cool that the author wrote this whole book as a series of tweets. That kind of thing and all the cyber-punk bits added to my over all enjoyment of the book and sometimes even made me forget to the huge ewwwww factor of some of the scenes.
Even though it's all kinds of gross it is still lots and lots of fun. I'm not saying I'd want to be in a ring kicking horny guys asses and hoping not to become their cum receptacle if I lost, but it's a fun read!
It's also so cool that the author wrote this whole book as a series of tweets. That kind of thing and all the cyber-punk bits added to my over all enjoyment of the book and sometimes even made me forget to the huge ewwwww factor of some of the scenes.
January 5, 2017
The world of Bukkake Brawl is as brutal, dystopian, and interesting as anyone could ask for, and Mei, the hero of the titular piece, is one kick-ass protagonist. The plot is intricate because of the well-devloped characters and their shady motives. The pacing is breakneck and perfect for this high-energy, high-excitement story. Bukkake Brawl is the perfect Smutpunk mix of sex, violence, and subversion, and I recommend it as highly as I possibly can.
April 29, 2011
Bukkake Brawl is the latest sci-fi novel by Made in DNA. What makes this even more interesting is that is was entirely written on twitter. So you know this had to be difficult considering twitter confines you to 140 characters. But this is the second time Made In DNA has done it and he seems to be improving drastically.
Mei is a slave who fights to make money for her stable in the brutal pits of Yue Fong-a floating city. If a team loses a fight they literally get fucked in front of a raving crowd of spectators. Mei’s sister who also fights ends up being murdered by a midget with a humongous dick.
Down on her luck, Mei seeks out the mythological Data Shark in order to reap retribution and revenge.
Now you might be thinking why would I want to read this or this sounds perverted? Surprisingly, it’s neither of these things. If you look past the semen and robotic enhancements, you’ll find a girl whose just trying to survive in a sex crazed and largely corrupt world.
The sentences are short and compact which makes for a fast read. Another thing that impressed me was the world building. The environment is fleshed out and rich with futuristic technology, jargon, and images that have yet to exist.
Bukkake Brawl is intriguing, paranoid sexy, and sure to arouse you in more ways than one.
Mei is a slave who fights to make money for her stable in the brutal pits of Yue Fong-a floating city. If a team loses a fight they literally get fucked in front of a raving crowd of spectators. Mei’s sister who also fights ends up being murdered by a midget with a humongous dick.
Down on her luck, Mei seeks out the mythological Data Shark in order to reap retribution and revenge.
Now you might be thinking why would I want to read this or this sounds perverted? Surprisingly, it’s neither of these things. If you look past the semen and robotic enhancements, you’ll find a girl whose just trying to survive in a sex crazed and largely corrupt world.
The sentences are short and compact which makes for a fast read. Another thing that impressed me was the world building. The environment is fleshed out and rich with futuristic technology, jargon, and images that have yet to exist.
Bukkake Brawl is intriguing, paranoid sexy, and sure to arouse you in more ways than one.
December 18, 2010
Sex, semen and sharks pwn the world in a carnographic future when extreme sports and the porn industry have married to create the ultimate past time: BUKKAKE BRAWL!
September 28, 2013
This was very weird.
*review to come*
*review to come*
August 4, 2014
"The cut burned with a maddening man-made piss-crackle fire. Was the jackhole in front of her hopped on on Accelerated NanoHerpes!?”
Porn? Sure. Poetry? You bet—don’t be fooled by the spooge rubes drinking this lyric glycerine—Mr. Made in DNA has hijacked the rudest of genres for his own sneaky consonance. “Bukkake Brawl” pushes the limits, kicks them in the nads and flattens censorship with a manga chop to the larynx. Lke all good writing—this blend of porn, scorn and blatant cornpone is tres liberating. Read it whenever you’re tempted to self-censor.
Porn? Sure. Poetry? You bet—don’t be fooled by the spooge rubes drinking this lyric glycerine—Mr. Made in DNA has hijacked the rudest of genres for his own sneaky consonance. “Bukkake Brawl” pushes the limits, kicks them in the nads and flattens censorship with a manga chop to the larynx. Lke all good writing—this blend of porn, scorn and blatant cornpone is tres liberating. Read it whenever you’re tempted to self-censor.
January 11, 2013
This is a great collection of sexpunk. The main story is great and really had me feeling sympathetic towards protag. Not for the squeamish ;)
The story media whores included in this collection is even better than bukkake brawl. Extremely fun and has zombie jerky.
Fans of the emagazine full metal orgasm need to read these stories.
The story media whores included in this collection is even better than bukkake brawl. Extremely fun and has zombie jerky.
Fans of the emagazine full metal orgasm need to read these stories.
May 15, 2020
Exceptionally tight prose, with a Burroughs-esque patter. Notes of 90s cyberpunk blended with mecha-anime DNA. Genuinely entertaining read and the shorts are also a treat for the reading mind. Absolutely worth a read.
February 2, 2011
Fast and brutal, it cuts across the edge. A teasing glimpse of revenge set in a psychosexual backdrop of circuitry and combat.
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