Review

Ladies and gentlemen (OK, just gentlemen), prepare yourself for ninety minutes of unbridled S&M - deep on the S and deeper on the M. A non-stop black leather heavy-on-the-vocals torture fest that will make you squirm.

We start as a hog-tied slave is spanked red-raw by his big bad bald daddy, before the sniveling shit dries his tears as the Master treats him to some pleasurable tit-vacuum pumping that has them both smiling.

The second scene features the bald daddy’s other slave, manacled and abused with the help of another heavily-tattooed no-shit Master. After receiving the lash, slaveboy is tormented with a mini-flamethrower, the white hot jets narrowly missing his red ass cheeks, all the while the other Master keeps pushing him dangerously close to the flames.

His torture session isn’t even half-finished though, as riding crops and paddles smack across his muscled body before he’s blindfolded and ball-gagged, drool running freely as the laughing Masters cover his entire body and genitals with bulldog-clips and pegs, ripping them off and subjecting his wounds to the sharp spur of a boot. The final indignity arrives as he’s suspended in the air and used for target practice for the Master’s nail gun.

Lastly we see caged dog-boy licking his Master’s heels, as he is mentally tormented by his jackbooted oppressor. The shaven headed pup ensures his Master is well-pleased, receiving a rubber chew-toy as a reward. Hooded and paddled by his sadistic owner, he's tortured with candles and then sent back to his kennel to await tomorrow’s torments.

An inventive flick with no real sex to speak of; only an advanced lesson in how to treat your slave like three kinds of shit. And if that’s what you want, you’ll love it.

Ouch. That’s gotta hurt. And that’s the way (uh-huh, uh-huh) we like it.
-Homo Simpson