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Welcome to the world of mansploitation fiction by M.N. Manmacker! It’s a series of linked stories involving man-on-man action in a world full of homoerotic situations, alpha males and raunchy, filthy rutting!

Welcome to the world of mansploitation fiction by M.N. Manmacker! It’s a series of linked stories involving man-on-man action in a world full of homoerotic situations, alpha males and raunchy, filthy rutting!

Content on this website includes pictures and videos that contain adult content. Written material (excerpts, etc.) may contain adult content, including offensive material, nonconsensual sex and other topics you may find objectionable. You must be at least eighteen years of age to visit this website.

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What does “mansploitation” mean?

À la 70s femsploitation and blaxsploitation movies, mansploitation stories emphasize masculine gender roles in ways that are sexy beyond belief!

Mansploitation stories use a floating, mobile timeline, like a classic cartoon or sitcom.

1: That means time moves forward but the characters mostly don’t — in other words, a college student character will always be a college student, even as the year changes. References and technologies will advance as well. This is a floating timeline.

2: Stories are set in various locations, characterized principally by the bar Lipsweet. For example, when Lipsweet is in Martinsburg, West Virginia, it is a rough-and-tumble strip club dominated by rednecks and hicks in the modern day. When Lipsweet is in Santa Monica, California, it is a modern-day cholo bar. When it is in Baton Rouge, it is a 1930s speakeasy , and when it is in Los Angeles, it is a beachfront bar in the 1980s. The characters will be translated to each setting but will remain mostly the same. Some storylines will unfold along different times and places. This is a mobile timeline.

3: Don’t worry too much about continuity. Some developments, mainly new characters, continue into future stories. But mostly, characters and situations reset in each new story. I try to keep character details consistent, but I have lots of oopsies (e.g., characters changing surnames, etc.). It’s a multiverse thing, deal with it.

Mansploitation stories have subtitles.

The subtitles are formatted like this: “A Lifelong Bachelors Mansploitation Novel” or “A Forceful Alphas Mansploitation Novella”.

$1.99: <10k short
$2:99: 10k story
$3.99: 15k noveletta; 20k novelette
$4.99: 30k novella; 40k novel
$5.99: 50k novellota
$6.99: 60k epic novel
$7.99: 70k epic novel
$8.99: 80k epic novel
$9.99: 90k epic novel

(These prices were updated in January 2026. Older books were not updated to the new pricing scheme.)

Bundles are priced as the total of their components minus two dollars per story, to a minimum of $1 each.

Hazing & Hijinks: homoerotic situations, hazing, bullying, initiations

Married Men with Double Lives: men married to women but messing around with other men

Forceful Alphas: strongly nonconsenting sexual activity

MM Str8rom: man-on-woman romance with man-on-man sexual activity

Twink on Top: slim, small, usually feminine men who end up topping big, tough alpha males

Actives and Passives: men who are seductively flamboyant and who seek out or are sought out by big, tough, masculine men

Rough Trade: men who engage in man-on-man action for money or other considerations

Lifelong Bachelors: men who pursue, compel and/or convince uber-macho alphas to top them

More specific niches are called “ultra”. These are priced $2 more expensive than they would otherwise be based on the word count.

Ultra-Foot Worship: foot and shoe/boot stuff

Ultra-Gutpunching: gut punches, some trampling, that kinda thing

Ultra-Raunchy: real dirty stuff, hobos, piss, rimjobs, etc

Mansploitation stories have pictures!

Most stories feature pictures, which are generated by AI. AI produces far superior images for my purposes compared to stock photo.

While images are intended to bring to mind a specific character, they don’t exactly correspond to descriptions in the book. That’s partially because AI isn’t real precise with things like ages, hairstyles and tattoos, but also it simply provides a little variety, so readers don’t feel locked in to a look that may not be their ideal. In any case, just like with stock photos, think of it as less the “actual look” of a character and more a head shot of an actor who could play that character — i.e., hair and makeup will change, they might be a little off in various ways, but they have the right attitude, atmosphere and ambiance to represent the character.

just slightly plump, perfectly round, with tits like headlights on a Mercedes

“Shit, I couldn’t get my arms all the way around that bitch-” Banter was interrupted by niggas laughing like hyenas. His lor-nigga voice rose above ’em. “I was fuckin’ her, got lost in her tits, swear to God. Had to send a signal flare up to find my way out. Called my sister to come find me.”

“Shit, I couldn’t get my arms all the way around that bitch-” Banter was interrupted by niggas laughing like hyenas. His lor-nigga voice rose above ’em. “I was fuckin’ her, got lost in her tits, swear to God. Had to send a signal flare up to find my way out. Called my sister to come find me.”
Them all was laughing hard as iron, shit. Thumper wanna stick his dick in Banter right now, he got a hardon cuzza this nurse, Nurse Hilary, who came by and took his blood pressure today. Heart doc say Thumper got a rhythm, gotta get his blood pressure took every week. Nurse Hilary was pretty as a brand-new sponge, and she always do get this nigga blood flowing!
Thumper heard this story before. Banter fucked a Polish grandmother who was crazy fat. That was the story. Not muchuva tale really. She had fat-chick tits and a fat-chick ass, with a pussy Banter himself could crawl into and read a book if he brung a flashlight. He coulda read The Gnash and the Bile.
But there ain’t no point in hearing about it in prison where no such females existed. There was only Nurse Hilary, who was just slightly plump, perfectly round, with tits like headlights on a Mercedes.

From Deep on the Downlow

Dimples cute as a baby otter

omen expect a nigga to make ‘em happy, so if a nigga is glum, she gonna think he won’t ever make her happy.

Rico did got dimples cute as a baby otter, bitches love that. Maybe his frowns turn ‘em off though. Women expect a nigga to make ‘em happy, so if a nigga is glum, she gonna think he won’t ever make her happy. Thumper did tell Rico that, that he gotsta be more agreeable, but Rico plussed, cuzza him not liking it when old niggas tell him what to do.

From Deep on the Downlow

they kept getting new guitarists cuz the previous ones kept killing themselves

The whole thing made Thumper dislike everything in the world more.

The music was awful. The women was good, but the music was some titless female singing along with this weird guitar music, disjointed and jaggey, like they kept getting new guitarists cuz the previous ones kept killing themselves. The song was about “black girl magic”, but the singer was a white bitch, sounded like, and the whole thing made Thumper dislike everything in the world more.

From Deep on the Downlow

Buttnugget rock pooping outta the speakers

Thumper do blame Obama. You seen that nigga dance? He ruint it. He ruint it for the whole country.

Eventually Thumper and Jamella got to dancing to the buttnugget rock pooping outta the speakers, shit, music got so bad in the last thirty-four years, what happened? Thumper do blame Obama. You seen that nigga dance? He ruint it. He ruint it for the whole country.
But Thumper and Jamella was both proper niggas, not Kenyans, so they danced like ain’t nothing matter. Rico was much too cool to dance. He sat at the table drinking his whatever like a lonely lasagna.

From Deep on the Downlow

A nigga should fuck a ugly bitch sometimes. That’s what it means to keep it real.

You done piss me off! And that’s why I is makin’ you go through with it,” Thumper said. That part weren’t true, he was always gonna make Rico do it. A nigga should fuck a ugly bitch sometimes. That’s what it means to keep it real. Niggas don’t explain, you gotsta figger it out. “You can’t back out now.”

“I don’t wanna fuck with Jamella,” Rico said. Thumper ain’t tell him he set up a threesome til it was too late for Rico to back out.
“Uh-huh,” Thumper said with a shrug. “You don’t gotta enjoy it. Get drunk first. It’ll be okay. You can just lick her pussy while I fuck her-“
“Ewwwcck, no way!”
“You ain’t lemme finish, nigga,” Thumper said. He waited until Rico quieted his frown, then Thumper said, “You can lick her pussy while I fuck her gooo-ood.”
“I ain’t doin’ that,” Rico said. He shook his head like a owl. “No way. That’s so nasty.”
“You don’t lick pussy?”
“Not while a old nigga is fuckin’ it!”
“Aw, c’mon, nigga. I’ll let you slurp on my dick,” Thumper said.

“No!” Rico screwed up his face like a screw. “I wanna go to a New Year’s party,” he said. “I’m sure there’s a bunch. I saw some on LocalNights.” Rico paused. “That’s that app-“
“What’d I say ’bout tellin’ me to get a app-?” Thumper wagged his finger at Rico.
“I didn’t say to download it! I just said what it is!” He threw his hands up.
“You is — shit, nigga — I don’t wanna hear about no app! I wanna do things the right way!”
“Okay, okay, okay-“
Thumper side-eyed Rico. “Watchin’ videos of other niggas playing video games, shit, nigga…”
“I’m not, I didn’t! I didn’t put that on!” Rico said. He gestured to the teevee, which was off. “Damn, old nigga!”

“You done piss me off! And that’s why I is makin’ you go through with it,” Thumper said. That part weren’t true, he was always gonna make Rico do it. A nigga should fuck a ugly bitch sometimes. That‘s what it means to keep it real. Niggas don’t explain, you gotsta figger it out. “You can’t back out now.”
“It’s not backing out, I never agreed! I You only just told me.”
“That’s right, I told you.” Thumper grabbed Rico’s ass through his clean jeans. His white bitch was with her girlfriends tonight. They got a New Year’s Eve tradition, and it don’t involve sucking Rico’s dick, so he got nothing to do.
“Get off me, old nigga!” Rico said, slapping Thumper’s hand away. “I’s serious, that old bitch is ugly! I don’t wanna fuck her!”
“I’ll turn the lights off,” Thumper said. And he meant that too. Jamella weren’t ugly, but she was prettier in the dark. He ain’t yet say that Rico was gonna hafta lick her asshole to open it up, so Thumper could fuck it. Thumper do that hisself most times, but he was tired of the taste, and Rico got a nice clean tongue.

From Deep on the Downlow

On uncrustables

It’s the single limpest-dick thing to ever exist.

Inside the apartment, Jamella said something incomprehensivish and snuggled onto the couch, where she fell asleep fast as a drunk bitch on a couch. Thumper stood there like a disappointed nigga with a hardon and a sigh lingering in his lungs.
“What’s wrong?” Rico asked. He done microwave up a “uncrustable”. You hearda that? It’s a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but it comes frozen and don’t got no crust on the bread. It’s the single limpest-dick thing to ever exist. A uncrustable is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for niggas whose mamas don’t love ‘em. Weak as lipton tea. Shit’s bullshit, nigga.

From Deep on the Downlow

Lipton tea and Uncrustables are trademarks of the whoever, I dunno, look it up yourselves, dumbasses.

A high-protein cracker

He was watching Shark Tank and eagered to see the result of the pitch, so he went back to the teevee then. Honky bitch both invented and was a high-protein cracker.

He was watching Shark Tank and eagered to see the result of the pitch, so he went back to the teevee then. Honky bitch both invented and was a high-protein cracker.

From Deep on the Downlow

The jawn was bumping. It was nice that they ain’t gotta walk nowhere, just go down the stairs and boop, there they was, in Lipsweet, surrounded by girls in tight things that showed off they other things. They got asses too!
Girls got nice asses now! Asses got better in the thirty-four years Thumper was in prison. Tits is flabbier though, and lips got worse. Why did lips even change?
And eyebrows!? Back before, ain’t no man ever notice a woman’s eyebrows. Shit, if you surveyed men, they wouldn’t even remember if women got eyebrows. But women done spent the last thirty-four years coming up with innovative and unattractive things to do to they eyebrows.

From Deep on the Downlow

Rico’s frown was exponential

Frowning spread like a bat virus while Thumper was locked up. Young folks be frowning at everything. Dissatisfaction rained like a queen’s pee-pee.

Rico’s eyes went open wide. “What if I wanna fuck a bitch?”
Thumper shrugged. “If she down, we’ll double-tap her. Thwack-thwack. That’s our balls slappin’ togethuh, nigga. Mine’s the louder sound. Thwack-thwack-“
“Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah-” Rico was doing his best impression of a broken record. But Thumper got no time for naysaying.
Bet nobody even knows what a “broken record” is no more. Thumper asked Rico how a nigga listen to music nowadays, and Rico stopped his complaining about the bed long enough to give a very complicated answer. It was basically “on the phone”, nigga gotta call into some cloud or something. He kept saying “I Heart Radio”, but then when Thumper said there was music on the radio, Rico reacted like Thumper just lit a baby on fire.

He was mad on the frown train. Rico was a conductor on that train. He frowned at every single thing Thumper took outta his duffel bag. Thumper’s clothes was old and faded and mouse-nibbled, which made Rico double his frown. Thumper’s soap was in bar form, which Rico said was old-fashioned and awful — apparently a enlightened modern-day nigga do use “body wash” — that led to another doubling of Rico’s frown. Thumper had a box of tea, which Rico said only elderly honkies drank. Rico’s frown was exponential by then.
That turned out to be a theme with young people. Frowning spread like a bat virus while Thumper was locked up. Young folks be frowning at everything. Dissatisfaction rained like a queen’s pee-pee.

From Deep on the Downlow

Tits like tornados

Thumper was distracted by the waitresses. Lipsweet stay hiring the best waitresses — bunchesa ’em too, thronging. Thronging like commas, nigga.

Thumper was distracted by the waitresses. Lipsweet stay hiring the best waitresses — bunchesa ’em too, thronging. Thronging like commas, nigga.
He ain’t barely seen a woman in three decades. The waitresses in Lipsweet wore tight little miniskirts that they bits was bursting outta. The one of ‘em, a blonde, got tits like juicy tornados, Thumper was besotted with them curves. Thumper got the ogle-eye, and he got it bad. It felt good though. He dragged along behind as Carson went to the back corridor, and Thumper kept his peepers trained on the females until he couldn’t see ’em no more.

From Deep on the Downlow