Welcome back to Man Crush Monday. This week we have the wonderfully evil Wulf Francu
Godgluck. He is the author of the soul
crushing series Of Gods and Monsters. We are super excited to have him share some of his hair-raising stories with us.
Today we have a special treat – along with
excerpts from the series we also have a character interview with Hades
Breno el Oscuro.
He’s a badass biker
with a foul mouth.
Up first, is an excerpt from book 1 Of Gods and Monsters: Menoetius
Of
Gods and Monsters: Menoetius
“It happened again. Another man seemed to
have fallen in lust with me, but this one was different. He was, and will be,
the only one I love.”
— Beo Moon.
I stood, and
turned, “Sorry, big guy, but I got to run,” holding my hand out for my beanie.
He looked me up and down.
“How long are you
going to make me wait, boy?”
I gaped at the
dude, dumbfounded. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“I can be a very
patient man, Beo Moon,” he said and stood, glaring down at me from hooded
brows. “But, when it comes to certain things, people shouldn’t test my
endurance, or my temper. I’ve decided, when it comes to you, beautiful,” he
stepped closer and placed the beanie over my head, “I don’t have any. You will
be mine, Beo. I promise you. So don’t make me wait too fucking long!” he
growled then cupped the back of my head with his left hand, hauled on it, and
bam!
His mouth covered
mine as he forced his tongue past my lips and kissed me with fucking, blazing
hell-storm and passion. I moaned as his assault continued. The bastard even
curled his right arm around my waist, crashing me against his hard body and
deepening the kiss. It lasted fucking lifetimes. Grasping him by the lapels, I
silently begged him not to stop— kissing him back, hard, and trying to bury
myself in his mouth.
He tasted too good,
too right, too damn perfect, and I wanted him too much.
“It started and ended with a hippie kid. Marriage just wedged
itself in there like a bullet.” —
Colt Maxus.
I roared, snapping
my hips and slamming hard into him. Beo cried out so loud, Martin was up off
his seat, fists clenching, white knuckles at his sides. My eyes cut to his, and
I growled, thrusting into Beo again, this time only a whimper bolted from my
boy’s lips.
Coiling the belt
and his leash in my hand, I fucked my boy, hearing his cries going silent, his
mouth pressed against my neck and nostrils snuffling at my skin as he breathed
with each plunge. My eyes challenged Martin to dare step in and stop this. I
was only met with a single wet tear rolling down his cheek. I sneered at him in
victory, taking Beo’s lips like a deranged animal, kissing my Babyboy hard.
Sweat gleamed and
dripped down my scalp, and our bodies rubbed against each other. I felt the
increased sensation in my sac.
Beo’s dick was
hard, straining backwards to his belly, smearing pre-cum as I moved inside him.
His submission was
breathtaking.
“Beo…” I whispered
into his mouth when he stopped kissing. My boy was slipping into subspace
again.
“Come back to me,
boy.” I slowed my thrusts, clenching my ass from the torture and the burn as I
edged myself. “Don’t go there. Master wants you here with him,” I growled and
bit his lip. When Beo’s eyes snapped open, beholding me with soft tenderness, I
couldn’t help myself.
“I love you,
Babyboy,” I said, not caring who heard because it was only meant for Beo.
Colt and Beo are perfect for each other. This does have a BDSM element to the story
and it is currently free on Amazon so if you would like to start the series you
can do so HERE.
Up next is an excerpt from book 2, Of
Gods and Monsters: Hades. You will
probably need a therapist after you read this one but it will be totally worth
it.
Of
Gods and Monsters: Hades
“They had claws, they
had teeth stained with blood, their bodies—colossal flesh and muscle, and yet I was held in their arms like a
fragile feather made from the thinnest glass… And I had no way of protecting
them.”—Rex Hunter.
He
had never seen a man that gigantic. Moon and city light had washed in through
the window, outlining a macabre silhouette towering over him at the edge of the
bed, like a hungry, snarling carnivore, abs tight, light bouncing off his damp
skin. There was solid muscle everywhere. Biceps and hands as big as his head
and he was certain those thighs were thicker than his waist. And he never
thought a cock could grow to be that size...and
hard and scary and beautiful at the same time. Okay, it wasn’t monstrously
thick and ferociously hard—it was a mutated demon—all purple head and dark
foreskin, with bulging veins, while stringing from it like thick sap—a fat pearl of pre-cum. And it had been against
his tummy, smearing his skin. He’d been tempted to swipe a finger through it
and taste, but fear had rooted him. Now there was a crusty patch on his abs, a
stain, a mark from him. The beast
would probably give him one plow with that thing and Rex would split in half.
He pressed his palm to his breast, recalling how that warm, callused finger had
bitten into his nipple, while his heart
was trying to explode. The man smelled, an overbearing odor of sweat, grime and
urine. The carnivore was furious too, growling at Rex, his hairy chest and
bulky abdominals flexing with each ragged breath he heaved, and Rex was certain
he hadn’t only heard his own heart roaring in his ears.
He’d
watched the naturally tanned giant turn, giving
Rex a brief glimpse of two solid, dimpling globes of flesh, dusted with black
hair, before stomping down the hallway.
“I broke him, day by
day, piece by piece, I stole from him and tore that boy apart.”
—Breno Hades el Oscuro.
But
those weren’t dark hairs covering the pale flesh, laying in offering to him. He
stalked closer, swallowing hard—light, furry and soft looking motherfuckin’
ginger fluff glistened in the light, covering a small creamy white ass in his
motherfuckin’ bed.
Hades
roared a violent sound as he grasped the duvet and jerked it off. The sight
stopped him dead in his tracks. An elfin hellfire rolled onto its stomach,
hugging a teddy bear. Skin stretching over beautifully chiseled back muscles,
the little knobs of his spine showed prominently, needing the attention of
Hades’ lips. His gaze drifted lower, his mouth dry as his glower came to his motherfuckin’ death—dimples
of Venus—followed by his second death, a fuzzy, tight, soft cream of heaven he
wanted to sink into.
The
kid moved sleepily, turned and sat up, dark vermilion hair looking all anarchic
and cute on his head. Then the small fuck
had to palm his little boner between his legs with one hand while wiping
his eyes with the other.
The
hellfire looked up, throat working overtime as his perturbed gaze swept over
Hades. The petardito
gasped and bolted off the bed, cock
bobbing between his legs while his small muscled body flexed as he scurried to
get away from Hades.
Hades
grunted as he rounded the bed, grasping the shit on the forearm, pulling the
boy right against him. The small frame shivered as the niño brushed against
his skin.
Bad idea. Bad motherfuckin’ idea.
You
didn’t let a sex-deprived animal loose to find a
pretty little thing, all cute and shit, curled up in his bed, then yank
the goddamn kid against your naked body.
Phew……Hades is definitely a love/hate
type of character. You can grab book 2 HERE. Before we see the excerpt for the next book I
think we should see what Hades had to say during the interview.
Enter at your own risk.
Please Welcome Hades
A
mammoth-beast of a man burst through the door. His bare chest and abdominal
muscle ripple under his leather cut, all hostile and tense as he grunts. His
neck, shoulder and arms nothing but hard steel and bulging veins, his dark
ceramal skin riddled in odious looking
ink, coloring his body. There’s a deranged madness licking his left eye,
blacker than the darkest whore pits of Hell, while his right eye is covered in
a leather eye patch.
He
sneers, his thick black beard, slightly adorned with gray streaks, flashing a tin
line of teeth.
“You
wanted to do this interview bullshit? You can at least offer a man a drink for
dragging his fat ass down here,” he snarls and plops down on a chair, barreling
a gale of his thick, sweaty musk, laced with motor oil and blood, into the air.
Roughly he slams his hands down onto the desk. “Better got it done and over
with, woman. I got shit to do, people to kill, and boypussy to stretch with my
cock.”
Q: At what point in your life did you
convince yourself that you were a slave to the darkness?
Hades
flexes his hands, peering at his fingers, still stained with the dried blood
from some useless piece of fuck he had made a part of the tarmac.
“We all
have darkness within us.” Slowly Hades lifts his head, eye narrowing in a
glower.
“I never
became a slave to nothing. I’m no one’s fuckin’ whore. I embraced my darkness,
become one with it, sleep and fuck and made happily fuckin’ afters with it.
Didn’t mean there weren’t consequences…sacrifices.
We only have one heart, and when its motherfuckin’ ripped out, stolen from you…there’s
only a hallow empty hole left, were the darkness festers and transmutes, grows
thicker and blacker until it bleeds out, consuming and becoming your very
soul.”
Q: If you could go back in time would you
choose Beo over Rex to be your Boy?
What the
fuck would it matter? I would never be good enough for anyone… However, push a
man too far… Destiny, Fait, Love, Hope… Those bitches had their opportunity…
and they fucked me over, right up the ass. I don’t like it when I get fucked
over.” Hades folds his arms across his chest, lips twitching in grim, sadistic
smile. “I’m the one behind the trigger this time around, and when I meet either
of those bitches again, I’ll be the one to put them to ground so they can rot
six feet under for motherfuckin’ good.
Q:Where do you see your life going?
Hades
laughs softly, slowly, the sound growing ever louder till it’s a corrosive dark
blare, bubbling from deep inside his
chest. “What life does a man have who’s already sleeping with Death? Where in
Hell could such a life ever lead, when you’ve made Death your very whore? Bum
Fuck No-Where?”
Q:You feel you are destined to an
eternity in Hell. Do you think Rex will follow that path with you?
Hades
swallows…his neck muscles spasms and twitch as he stares at the wall for a long
time. He leans over, massive forearms resting on the desk, ginormous scarred
and filth ridden hands folding into each other. “Look, sweet Jefecita. Let’s get this very fuckin’
clear… I’m already living that shit, deep throating it ever fuckin’ day and no,
Rex won’t follow me. He is my motherfuckin’ Hell.”
Q:What is it about Rex that, above all
other men, calmed the demon inside you?
Hades
grins, “The darkness inside loved that boy first, at first fuckin’ glimpse. The
moment I had seen him on that bed, all cute as fuck, naked, palming his little
boner between his legs, red hair a beautiful mess, face stained with the kiss
of sleep, the darkness knew who and what it wanted and who Rex would forever
belong to.”
Q:Aside from Rex, who is the one person
you trust more than yourself?
My fuckin’
fists. At least with them everybody knows something’s gonna die, crushed to
death, bleeding their innards out between them.
Q:Do you see yourself ever settling down,
getting married and starting a family?
Hades
jabs his finger on the table hard. “You need to stop talking this sugar fairy
bullshit or peoples gonna get hurt. I’m bad. I don’t deserve the white picket
fence and the cute as fuck, handsome husband to come home to, a sweet little house
out in the suburbs with a kid and dog playing in the front yard. That fairytale
rotted a long fuckin’ time ago.”
Q:Is there anything that you are afraid
of? Any phobias?
“Motherfuckin’
spiders. Those freaks of nature are gonna lay fuckin’ eggs in your brain and
turn the world into zombies one day, I swear to shit, it’s the God honest
truth.” Hades licks his lips, glancing away… “On a more serious fuckin’ note…
Rex scares me, what that sweet kid feels for me, scares the shit outa me.”
Q:What do you keep in your bedside table?
Hades
comes his beard with his fingers, biting his lip, a glint plays in his eye. “A copy of, Without
Conscience: The Disturbing World of the Psychopaths Among
Us by Robert D. Hare and a copy of When Rabbit Howls by Truddi Chase.”
Q:If you could breed a famous person who would it
be and why?
“I want an orgy, with Jack the Ripper, Jason Voorhees and Freddy fuckin’
Krueger, ’cause
I wanna know which one of us got the bigger dick.”
Q:If could have one thing that you currently do
not have what would you pick?
Hades glare is death and silent as he says, “My heart.”
Q:Do you believe in Happily Ever After’s?
“You are fuckin’ kidding me, right now? A Monster like me,
Happily Ever fuckin’ After? What the fuck is this? America’s funnies home
videos or some shit?
Q: What do you think are your best qualities?
Hades leans back, a lazy, dreamy smile on his lips, and reached
between his thighs, “My dick and that’s the only fuckin’ one.”
Q: What do you think are your worst qualities?
“Every fuckin’ thing you see right before you, and a helluva lot
you don’t see, little foxy lady.”
Q: Do you believe in second chances?
Hades grunts. Then smiles darkly. “I guess you’re gonna have to
find out at the end of the new book. Better keep them heart plasters at the
ready.”
If you don’t realize what you are getting into
with Hades that was just a sneak peek.
We decided he also should answer some Fast Fire questions. Hades obviously doesn’t know how to follow
the rules around here.
Again…..enter at
your own risk!!!
FAST FIRE
Angels or Demons? Motherfuckin’
fairies
Motorcycle or SUV? Harley-Davidson Fat Boy
Top or Bottom? I make
milkshake either way.
Boxers or Briefs? Ca-
fuckin’ mado!
Trees or Flowers? Hades’
cheeks glow… “Flowers, white like his
soul, with touch of pink like his
blush.
Long or Short? Thick
as fuck
Cut or uncut? Prince
Albert
Rock or Hip Hop? Old
school Rock
Call or text? I
prefer my fists to talk.
Rope or ZipTies? Hands, the
better to crush a throat with them, my dear.
Jock or Thong? Calvin
Klein
Soft or Hard? Acid
Hairy or Waxed? Werewolf
Shifters or Vampires? Behemoth
Nipple clamps or Cock Cage? Sounds
and butt plugs.
Coffee or Tea? Tequila
Brunette or Red Head? Rex
Country or City? The dark
black woods.
Hugs or Kisses? Cock
sucking
Dogs or Cats? Grimalkins
Dildo or Fleshjack? Tentacles
World of Warcraft or
Everquest? Ain’t got time for little kid’s games.
Sweet or Sour? Bitter
as bile.
Tattoos or piercings? Scars
Cry or Scream? Howl
Fisting or Watersports? Smiles curly,
“Don’t make me fukin’ hard, woman!”
Kiss or Hug? Cuddles
Favorite Color? Death
Favorite Position? On my
back with a nice sweet boycock up my Daddy hole.
Favorite Food? Boy
pussy
“Are we
done? Can I fuck off now? ’Cause it sure as shit seems dryer than the fuckin’ Sahara
desert in here, man don’t even get a fuckin’ beer, and I need to go piss
anyways. Also there was this cute as fuck boy in the hallway I wane introduce
my Daddy dick to.”
Um……thank
you Hades for stopping by to answer a few questions. You have thoroughly confused us on how book 3
is going to play out.
How
about 2 excerpt from book 3, Of Gods and Monsters: Komainu
Of Gods and Monsters: Komainu
EXCERPT
#1
“Fuck.”—Hades Breno el Oscuro.
Two months later
A
pitch-black pit lay before him, reaching through the darkness to pull him down
into its depths. Gears ticked softly in the eerie silence as the casket was
lowered instead. Nature decided she should piss on them right then and there,
spitting a mist of summer rain over the graveyard. Hades shifted his stance and
cringed as a painful bolt zapped down his left hamstring. Like a ping-pong
match, the torture skewered, slicing down the back of his left thigh then
straight up again, sharp enough to make him gasp for breath.
It
should have been him being lowered down into that grave. Not fuckin’ Cracker.
One
broken man. What the fuck was he worth? Right eye cooked to a bubbling crisp,
all new pretty stab wounds and beautiful new scars, cock violated to shit, and
one motherfuckin’ heart massacre later, Hades was still fuckin’
standing...barely. It had taken him thirty minutes to walk up the hill, ’cause
he was too goddamn arrogant and too fuckin’ stubborn to let Maxus push him in a
wheelchair.
God
was having one sick fuckin’ laugh at Hades right now.
Because
those words—those motherfuckin’ words—no biker ever wanted to hear, had been
said to him:
“You won’t ride again...”
Dios!
Hades’
teeth cracked, raindrops sliding over his scalp and down his jaw to soak into
his beard. Some of the fucktarts snaked in under his jacket’s collar, kissing
his neck and dampening his shirt.
Jesús, it had been a close
call. He still shuddered thinking about it… If Doc hadn’t come back and
finished his fuckin’ sentence... and if
you just sucked it up and heard the man out before you went batshit crazy and
almost killed yourself...
“... Not for the next couple of months
at least.”
Ironic
actually, how those words were a biker’s true fuckin’ cancer.
Hades
grunted, shoving his gaze across the abyss, straight at her. Her frame frozen,
expression obscured by the black hat and mesh concealing her face. She held a
cut in her hands, hugged it to her chest. The leather looked old, and Hades
didn’t need to look to know it was hers. Property
of Cracker patched onto the vest’s back. Debbie had always been a well put
together old lady, neatly dressed, prim and proper, the old-fashioned kind of
way. Hades knew firsthand the deception that image portrayed.
Club
blood ran thick in her veins, in the sense that she came from a long
family-line of bikers. When Cracker’d had the property patch sewn onto that
vest, the man had been so piss-shit scared that his woman would go
motherfuckin’ batshit crazy and cut off the old man’s balls. And Debbie had
tried when Cracker had given it to her too. Well, that’s what she’d always told
Hades anyway. “Woman, I wanna be with
you. Today, tomorrow, when I’m old and ugly and have to wear them diapers, and
my teeth are all gone rotted away, I still wanna be with the most beautiful
woman that has walked God’s green earth.” He’d gone on both knees before
her, proposing and offering the property cut to her. Debbie had landed a
steel-toed boot right in Cracker’s nutz, ’cause the old fucker had made her cry
in front of her entire club family.
Sad
she never could pop out a bunch of little ones. She would have made an
exceptional madre.
The
old lady stood strong as the first shovelful of dirt crumbled onto the wood,
but inside, like Hades, they were both a fuckin’ wreck of torn pieces. Him
probably more than her.
His
thoughts whispered, clawing, trying to grasp onto that single one he wasn’t
ready to face… Rex.
He
shook his nob.
Quick
and sudden. The old timer went in for his monthly chemo treatment—not that the
fuckin’ poison did any good in Hades’ eye,
that shit always left more damage than a will to fight the battle. This time,
Cracker never left the hospital, laid there for four weeks as each of his
organs failed, hadn’t wanted no meds to ease the pain, just wanted it over.
Wanted out.
Now
the old man was being laid to rest in his colors—colors that didn’t mean shit
anymore, not to Hades, not fuckin’ piss-ass-motherfuckin’ Viper, and sure as hell
not to the rest of the brothers. The Cerberuens were dead: boiled alive, sawed
apart and gutted.
Jesús.
Hades choked back a sob when the second pile of dirt hit the casket.
Fate
hadn’t even spared him the chance to say goodbye to his old friend.
Fucker.
He shut his eye, chest burning, pulling tight. Old Devil Eyes would’ve strung
Hades up, dried him out like beef jerky laid to bake in the Nevada desert. But,
in all respects, the Cerberuens hadn’t been a traditional club, not since Old
Devil Eyes decided to kick the bucket all the way to Hell. The club died the
day Old Devil Eyes breathed his last. Ever since then, the Cerberuens had
become a bitch to another king.
And
Hades had failed his club. He didn’t deserve the patch on his right breast,
didn’t deserved the colors on his back, or the loyalty the brotherhood had
showed him over the years.
And
he sure as shit didn’t deserve Rex’s heart, not after...
Fuck. Hades
squeezed his eyelids tighter, he couldn’t even fuckin’ cry! Shit, this was pathetic.
The
people around Hades started to drift away, including Wendigo, who didn’t even
attempt to meet Hades’ gaze. Not even so much as a grunt from the pup. Hades
didn’t blame him; he didn’t deserve Wendigo’s respect.
EXCERPT
# 2
“Love holds the
cruelest kiss. She has made many a kami her very slaves, so why do we, mere
mortals, believe she would spare us, and treat us any different?”—Kemono
Orachi.
And
those had been only the ones Kemono knew of.
He
had seen many horrors as a young boy and hardly batted an eyelash at them, even
less so as he grew and created those very horrors with his own hands, granting
him the name Akuma-ō.
But
a man—as big and terrifyingly livid as Hades was by simply breathing—screaming
himself awake, fighting through a night terror, chilled Kemono to his very
bones. This frost had been very different than the thick ice still sitting and
blackening around Kemono’s heart.
It
had frightened him.
They
both cared about Rex. He knew it the first night the biker had shown up at the
apartment. The man that had stood in Kemono’s doorway and had watched as a
nameless whore sucked Kemono’s cock, had long since died. That man had been
broken and weak. What was left today was not a man, not a soul, but something
heartless, killed and drained bone-dry by love.
Kemono’s
scoured the club. He couldn’t picture Rex here, no matter what had caused the
boy to make the decision to work in such an environment in the first place.
Especially, one where he would need to bare himself to its patrons. Kemono had
a suspicion that whoever gave Hades the tip, not only met a cruel end, but also
had been feeding them empty truths.
“He’s
not here,” the dark voice rumbled next to Kemono. He leaned back, studying
Hades’ frame. The man’s lips taut, neck muscles set in constant spasm of
hostility, body no different. But it was the man’s gaze that was the most
unnerving of all. It was devoid of all emotion, an empty carnivorous depth,
starved for carnage.
Kemono
clamped his large hand on one of Hades’ crossed forearms, muscles twitching
under his touch. Hades stared at his hand, a growl vibrating through the beast.
Kemono
let go, showing open palms to keep the peace. He sighed. Ever since that morning things had been...awkward
between them.
Well,
it definitely wasn’t a Disneyland before, but THAT morning... He closed his
eyes…clenched his fists. Images of bodies grinding against each other on the
bed, sweat drenched, hot, drunk while hungry mouths feasted on flesh—
“We
ain’t gonna find him here,” Hades barked and turned. Kemono glared after the
man, no longer limping, no longer wearing his cut. Black denim clung to his
massive legs, while those steel-toed boots made the earth cringe beneath each
step. But it was the black shirt that struck both fear and awe into whoever
stepped in the kaijū’s path. It clung
to the Hades and amplified his hegemony as the far more predominant male.
Now - that was a lot to read and we thank you for sticking with us. If you are intrigued by what you've read, than we highly recommend starting this series. Hades might sound like he is totally badass but he is just a
teddy bear at heart (kind of - maybe -not really).
Of Gods and Monsters: Komainu, book 3 is scheduled to release in the near future. So now is the time to catch up with books 1 and 2.
There's a FB Support Group available for when you are finished reading Hades and all his shenanigans. Just click HERE to be added.
They come to me in the night, creeping into my head. Their
voices are all different, their stories all dissimilar, but they keep saying
the same thing...
"Show us, tell us, bring us into your world, and make us known."
Then I sit and they take over. They tell their tales of love, loss and sinister
misfortune. Not all of them get a happy ending, but they are pleased when their
part is written.
I sometimes find myself lost in my own mind; a world very similar to our own yet
so different. Things don't go bump in the night-- they squeal and crawl under
your skin, making you grind your teeth, and making your stomach turn over and
putting your nerves on edge. Then there's the drama. Oh, the drama!
Wulf Francú Godgluck hails from South Africa. His work is not for the
faint-hearted! In his books you'll find... all the beasties with their nasty
claws and teeth, and some you didn't even know existed.
But the monsters aren't all real.
Some live inside us. Who knows what he will make you discover about yourself,
lurking in your heart, behind the closed walls in the deep, black recesses
where no light penetrates?
Wulf will steal your heart and never give it back. More than likely, he'll pin
it to the wall with a bobbypin and sit there sipping his tea while you writhe
and squeal on the floor...
STILL sure you want to read a Wulf Godgluck book?
Proceed at your own peril.
A big
thank you to Wulf for letting Hades out of his cage to come play with us. We cannot wait for Of Gods and Monster:
Komainu to be released. Some of us are
waiting on the edge of our seats for it.
Don’t forget book 1, Of Gods and
Monsters: Menoetius,
is free on Amazon. To win a gifted copy of book 2, Of Gods and Monsters: Hades, enter the
giveaway HERE
