Synopsis

From the press notes, courtesy of Raging Stallion Studios:
"A heart-stoppingly real, truly intimate study of the mega homo erectus, captured at his most passionate and powerful primal heat. Centurion Muscle IV: Erotikus elevates sex and flesh to a level of art that will make you sweat and growl like the manimals it documents. This is a monument to all who lust after monster-dicked mountains of massively buffed heroes of hoochie, the ones who stride like giants and rut like pigs. Every moment unfolds raw and electric, dripping with the alarmingly honest inner beast power every elite sexual gladiator brings to his match. As only he can, J.D. Slater has concocted a heady erotic brew of sleaze and desire that will intoxicate the viewers the same way the cast got high off each other. It not only achieves the lofty levels of its predecessors in the series, but goes on to push even deeper into the libidos of its men and audience. It is, in short, a triumph.

A tawdry tableau of the hormonal flash fire ignited when white-hot Jake Deckard was put together with that horned-out cauldron of lascivious hunger, bad dog Trey Casteel. Watch in awe as they turn from humpy homos to feral animals lost in their mating dance. Back and forth they go consuming each other like sexual cannibals having their last meal. Within moments, it becomes obvious they completely forgot about the film crew around them and lost all balancing inhibitions to the shamelessly whorish inertia that swept over the set. They hit a plateau of intimacy that sets the tone for the rest of the film and will mesmerize every viewer into feeling like a peeping tom who has found the hottest window in the world. The pair falls into an oral sex freefall that defies description and crash into a powerfuck that defies all known laws of gravity and physics leading to its jizzrific conclusion.

In the next scene the men are so fucking big they've got their own zipcodes. Solid as granite and covered in fur and tattoos, this pair of mammoth gymbulls dispells all those rumors about big guys not being limber enough for cock-crazed gorilla sex. The walls of macho are buffed studhunter deluxe Shane Alexander and the man critics worldwide have declared as having the Mount Rushmore of butts and this year's recipient for the Nobel prize in ass-onomics, Xerxes. It is the scene you hoped would show up in Gladiator, but dirtier. No other studio has ever presented anyone this large having sex this stunningly good. Hell, most people didn't even think it was possible to attain the positions of physical graffiti that these men barrel through das uber-fuck. With rock hard dicks and bad intentions, this duo screws its way into a scorching portrait of musclebear copulation.

J.D. Slater has always tended to lean toward what many might consider excessive. This time he blows straight past that and all the way to conspicuous consumption by putting together what may be the most pumped and hung threeway ever recorded. There is so much beef on screen it resembles a stampeding herd of horny Brahma bulls hell bent on demonstrating the real definition of versatile. "The Pharaoh of Phallus" Erik Hunter, along with the hellraisers from Holland, Brock Hatcher and Hank Dutch, make damn sure no hole goes unplowed and no cock goes unsatisfied in a fuck and suckfest deluxe that explores every possible variation that three sexually compulsive monster muscle whores can achieve.

The grand finale. Now, you might well wonder just what the fuck could Slater follow that boner battle royale with? Surely there are no more heights that can be scaled. Bullshit! Slater has the crowning jewel for this collection saved for last and it is a motherfuckin' beauty. International posterhunk for musclebears, Turkish superstar Huessein, and rising Canadian megastar, the smokin hot Brendan Davies, come together in what could be the scene of the year."