Trevor Anderson is an agent with SADISTO.
This ominous sounding agency, one that lives up to the shudders its name suggests, is a part of the American Intelligence community that all of government is unwilling to admit exists. Run by the man known as the General, it resides in a luxurious underground headquarters located just outside the nation's capital. In that multi-level facility, filled with everything a well-run covert department needs, and most of what any lascivious playboy of the 60’s could only dream, the dozens of agents with the code numbers of 0-0-0-x train and party and work and relax.
One of the very best of these agents is Anderson, a man whose skills and talents and lusts and desires have made him more than earn the number 8, indicating a position high up in the echelon of the organization. Decidedly in his early to mid 30’s, he is in exceptionally good physical condition which not only gives him the ability to use his considerable sexual abilities to work miracles in the field but keeps him constantly desiring more escapades, both dangerous and erotic.
SADISTO stood for “Security and Administration Division of the Institute for Special Tactical Operations”. Their agents faced many different enemies but the most common seemed to be those from KRUNCH, or “Kriminality, Revenge, Underhanded tricks, Nastiness, Cruelty, and Hi-Jacking”.
As the 60’s spy craze was hitting full force, with Dr. No and Goldfinger earning fantastic box office receipts in the cinema and The Man From U.N.C.L.E. just starting with I Spy close behind, the urge to capitalize on that phenomenon was irresistible. Many, many book series were started, including Nick Carter, Killmaster. 20+ series came out in 1964 with even more in 1965.
With comics and mainstream publishing eager to get a piece of the pie, it is not surprising that those who put out less than standard fare would also want to share in the excitement. Two series that came out in 1965 which fit this description is The Man from O.R.G.Y. by Ted Mark and this series. The two series were similar in content if not a bit separate in degree. Both were about male agents who would rather make love than war.
On the surface, the Man from SADISTO seems like pure smut while the Man from O.R.G.Y. was just soft-core porn, more for titillation than anything else. A closer analysis today shows they were far closer than might have been thought back then, though Trevor Anderson’s escapades were a tad more rambunctious and certainly far more often. While Mark put a lot of sex and/or sexy scenes in and around his character’s adventures, Allison put a modest amount of adventure in between bouts of heavy non-life threatening activities.
Another thing which kept the Man from SADISTO out of the normal bookstores was the publishing houses which produced them. The O.R.G.Y. books were released largely by Lancer, a publisher which loved wild and exciting books but which also had a regular stable of normal books such as science-fiction, romance, gothic, and mystery. Often they brushed the edges of what might have gotten them banned in many places but they kept for the most part on the safe side.
This is not true with the creators of the SADISTO books. They were releasing books with different imprints, largely to keep the authorities guessing. The same group, Greenleaf, released books under the Ember label as well as Leisure, Candid, and Nightstand. These books were never meant to see the inside of a library, just a bedroom.
According to excellent and entertaining bibliographer and writer, Lynn Munroe, the author of the SADISTO books, William Henley Knoles, using the pseudonym of Clyde Allison, had been working for a Scott Meredith in the Meredith Agency reading and, usually rejecting, manuscripts that were submitted along with a fee of $50 for processing. He quickly came to the conclusion that he could write as well or better than most of the submissions. When the head of Greenleaf, Earl Kemp, approached Meredith with the need for authors to fill the ravenous appetites of his readers, Knoles, along with many of his co-workers, joined in. He would go on to write more than 60 novels over the next few years, churning out at least one every two months. What made his books so interesting, though, was that he inserted humor and satire along with grunts and groans, making his stories a lot more fun than the average slock.