Three #MPREG novels in as many weeks.
Three #MPREG novels in as many weeks.
The disadvantage to making a book available for free is that you get people who aren’t really interested in the subject matter. The reviewer gave what could have been a glowing review, were it not for the single star out of a possible five. He didn’t like the subject matter and didn’t get Peter’s esthetic.
The grumpy troll writes: “This was just plain ol’ men with their horsedicks doing the nasty with every man within the family, significant others of family members, and “in-laws” . While also pooping out inbred babies and lactating.
There wasn’t a lot of plot or storyline other than very disturbing and descriptive anal (including inner pussy) sex with the aforementioned horsedicks, all in the name of love of course. ”
I don’t know about you, but that makes me ask, “So what is your complaint?” Those are the hallmarks of Peter’s pendulous prose. Sex with a big dick isn’t easy. Carrying a butt baby to term is pretty hellish.
There was most definitely a plot and storyline. But the reader missed it.
So, if you read the recently banned-from-Amazon Omnibus edition of “Daddy’s Boy, Male Pregnancy” on Smashwords, and you enjoy it, consider leaving a good review. That goes for all his books, too. Peter died in 1981 so he’s not coming back to rewrite these books to please a squeamish reader!
F. Scott Fitzgerald, JD Salinger, James Joyce, Vladimir Nabokov, Toni Morrison, Alice Walker, William S. Burroughs, George Orwell and now, Peter Schutes. What do they all have in common?
Yes they are all authors of outstanding fiction, but did you also know that every one of them has written prose that was banned from libraries, states, or even entire nations? Peter Schutes just had four novels banned from Amazon in 6 Markets. They contain no kiddy porn, no non-consensual sex, nor do they contain instructions for building a bomb. No, these books are “considered indecent” and “not in line with Amazon’s policies.”
We wrote Amazon a month before putting Daddy’s Boy, Peter’s historic Incestuous Male Pregnancy Series together as a single paperback (and Kindle) to ask for clear guidelines. The basic answer was “you will know when you have crossed a line, because your books will be blocked.”
So we published the perfectly legal smut with Amazon, and they blocked us. Furthermore, they said that any attempts to have the block removed would result in the entire author’s catalog being blocked for sale permanently.
Because consumers willingly allowed Amazon to slowly take over our lives in an Orwellian nightmare of Big Brother proportions, they are now the de facto church. They set the moral tone for 80% of all books published in the United States. They determine what is obscene and what is not. Don’t be fooled, they are bastards. We wrote to them to ask what unpublished “guideline” the books had violated, and they replied “The book is outside of our guidelines. It is not up to community standards. Any further inquiry will result in a complete removal of Peter Schutes’s content.”
Maybe the world doesn’t need another pseudo-historical MPREG incest romance, but we’d like to think it deserves the option to say, “I’m not buying that.”
On a lighter note, Smashwords (and all their downstream booksellers like Apple and Barnes & Noble) have published the books with the caveat that they are “Taboo Porn.” This is fair. Incest is taboo. Men getting pregnant by their own fathers is taboo. But it’s also extremely exciting. In honor of the four-book ban, PS Publishing will be putting together a compilation of the first four stories in the Daddy’s Boy Male Pregnancy series, set in the 1950’s through and 1960’s. This is the compilation we tried to publish first with Amazon.
In the Daddy’s Boy series, the “Omniverse” of current modern MPREG is replaced by what we now call the “Appalachiaverse.” Pregnant hillbilly men are hot as f*ck. Did we just censor ourselves? In addition, the first 10 copies are free. The books tend to fly off the electronic shelves, so act now.
We unearthed a filthy fetish pile and of course we had to publish it. Daddy’s Boy, Male Pregnancy is the series name. It comes in two batches – the Appalachian 1960 era and the New York 1977-79 era. We have published the four books comprising the Appalachian quartet. The first one, Daddy’s Boy Is All Knocked Up, was free. There are only seven free copies of the eBook left, so we are releasing a secret code good only for readers of this site. That code will never expire. Use coupon code NK78P at checkout.
Next we will release the three follow up books. Then come two omnibus editions. It’s a busy month at PS Publishing!
(of a story or statement) of doubtful authenticity, although widely circulated as being true.
“an apocryphal story about a former president”
synonyms: fictitious, made-up, untrue, fabricated, false, spurious
In the late 1970’s, rumors spread that Peter wrote an autobiography and later burned it along with most of his original texts. By digging through what has proven to be a Templeton-esque hoard of paper and office supplies, we have found and resurrected nearly a dozen texts from the master of pornographic prose. This morning, a miracle took place: we found the autobiography. Here is his autobiographical doodle on the cover:
We’re not fond of spoilers here at PS Publishing, so we’ll keep most of it under our hat. In truth, I’m not through reading the entire work. It seems that Peter found that special kind of man-on-man love quite a while before heading off to war in France. He frequented a tea room as a senior in high school. He fell in love at Harvard. Okay, this all smacks of spoilers, so we’re going to leave you with one last tidbit.
We’ll leave it to your imagination what Peter might have used these for:
The significance of this bookstrap escaped us at first. Daryn the intern, whose young imaginative mind is capable of great leaps, explained that the straps were for holding Peter’s manhood against his thigh.
“You said he fought in World War I. Do you think he could have made it without something to keep it in place? He would have fallen behind.”
Daryn, we are grateful for your rules of deduction. Reading his autobiography should shed further light on Peter’s “handicap” and his methods of dealing with it.
Our intern’s recent find gave our office the idea to scrape through old drawers in every room of the house. We also checked under rugs, lifted heavy appliances, and sent Roomba under every sofa. We came up empty. Peter’s purge had been thorough. He destroyed every photo, shredded every journal, and basically robbed the world of his persona. In 1980, it would have been hard for him to imagine his work would be celebrated. It is a tragedy.
Peter moved to the San Fernando Valley in 1962. Close friends said he wanted a swimming pool and Santa Monica was too chilly. His tiny office in Santa Monica Canyon held the bulk of his paperwork, which turned out to be nothing but utility bills, blank packing slips and random matchbooks and other ephemera. He destroyed all personal correspondence. It was only through rumors and secondary sources that we learned as much as we did.
We struck gold, however, in his Van Nuys garage. There is a mounted wall shelf with a hinged door, like a wide, short cupboard. It hung open, empty except for exhaust dust from nearby motorways. Long dismissed, it caught our eye during our mad scramble for more materials. The back of the cabinet was painted cardboard. It dislodged easily, revealing a hidden treasure.
There was a typewritten note that said, “Javi, if you are reading this, it means you do love me after all. I knew it all along.”
We are still sorting through the small cache of materials, but we can’t contain our excitement. We found the apocryphal autobiography, which we will need to publish as soon as we are able. Peter annotated everything for the mysterious Javi.
The photo below explains the move from the West Side to the Valley, and it clarifies, without doubts, the truth behind his enormous endowment. It is easy to see why he was so insistent on calling it a handicap. He was remarkably fit at 66 years old when the photo was taken. Unanswered is the question as to who took the photograph. The rest speaks for itself.
We will unveil more artifacts as the weeks and months go by. Many tie in to the upcoming releases “I Was a Slave In a Roman Laundromat” and “Seamen,” both due to be released in 2018 or early 2019.