Review

The inaugural title of the "Hot Hand" line, directed by Raging Stallion Studios honcho Chris Ward. If you are a committed fisting connoisseur, this is cause for celebration. And if you could never imagine doing it, this will have you thinking the unthinkable.

Usually, fisting is depicted as something set apart from "regular" man-to-man sex: it’s the ultimate ass torture, the finale of a brutal gang-bang, the climax of a "punishment" scenario. All too often it’s shown as something to be inflicted upon rather than engaged in.

To borrow an old Hollywood phrase, Ass on the Line is a "message picture," and the message is: FISTING IS FUN. The performances are unabashedly enthusiastic, as the superstud cast maintain rock-hard erections and make so much noise that you half-expect neighbors to pound on the walls.

The first scene opens with hyper-butch Lance Gear and satyr Mark Evrett (incredibly hairy legs and ass, but a ceramic-smooth back) in a photography dark room. As the film develops, so does the action, with sloppy kissing and slick cocksucking - just what you would expect. But then - and this is revealing - Gear says, "let’s turn on the lights," and the real show begins.

Evrett climbs on a counter and Gear starts working on his hole, first with his tongue, then his fingers, then a gargantuan dildo, which Evrett’s ass swallows like it was a pencil instead of a hitching post. Gear responds by giving his hole a full-force workout, varying the speed, rhythm and power of the thrusts like a virtuoso. Finally the dildo comes out and Gear’s arm goes in. Tellingly, as Gear fists him, he frequently leans down and amorously kisses Evrett’s ass. This is no punishment; this is pure pleasure - for both men.

The setting of the second scene is familiar: a dark room with a spotlight shining on a man in a sling. But what a man! Simon Cox: black, shaved head, shit-house built, and sporting multiple piercings and a chrome ballspreader. Cox has the ultimate case of "ass lip grip," so the very beefy Nate Summers focuses his attention (giant Manrammer dildo, then fist) on sphincter stretching rather than rectum penetration. By the scene’s end, Cox is left not with an ass-hole, but an ass-cavern!

There is one serious production glitch to this scene, though. The sound is either out of synch or canned completely. Too many times Cox is seen groaning out loud - with his mouth shut. It’s distracting and disappointing.

All is forgiven in the next scene with one of the hottest pairings ever committed to video, fisting or no fisting. It stars the very hunky, smooth-chested (for this scene), and goateed studmuffin Mark Evrett and the stunningly handsome, chiseled, and hung Jeff Allen, with a hairy chest, sexy salt-and-pepper hair and an insatiable sexual appetite (in other words, this reviewer’s future husband).

The scene opens immediately with Allen’s hand up Evrett’s ass and Evrett’s cock down Allen’s throat. The message is clear: fisting need not be left to the extremists, but can be part of one’s sexual repertoire along with cocksucking. There’s no dildo action here - just fists and arms, and Evrett takes Allen’s up to the elbow.

Then something extraordinary happens - a fisting flip-flop.

After some heavy kissing, rimming and sucking, Allen turns around, bends over, and lets Evrett work his hand in. But Allen doesn’t stay there and take it like a man. Instead, this guy stands up, twirls around, and practically does a jig - with Evrett’s hand securely lodged up his ass! Throughout the whole scene, these two men are smiling and laughing, obviously delighted with themselves and their shared perversity!

Finally, as if all this wasn’t enough, Evrett takes the stage alone, and from a standing position, reaches back to fuck himself first with a massive black dildo and then his own fist, halfway up to his elbow. This guy must have rubber bands in his backbone. It’s a tour-de-force solo performance.