Review

He must have had this Hot House / Club Inferno double-bill clearly in mind, because sure as sugar there are at least four different ones on display here.

Welcome to the second half of Fist for Hire, another red-hot handball session of such intense bottom-bliss you’ll be cumming in your jockstrap before you’ve unwrapped the plastic cover.

Back to San Francisco, the city with no shame. Where you can’t smoke in the bars, but the management won’t bat an eyelid if you fist the clientele on the pool table.

Here we’ve lost some performers from the original (though Vacarro and Anderson do appear in a thirty minute DVD extra) but they’ve been replaced with sizzlers even better. Yep, Fist for Hire is San Francisco’s premier Bigger Brother Agency, catering to Northern California’s many lonely holes, where “We Never Close” is the customers’ motto.

Let’s start this delightfully nasty piece of work shall we? Which hole is sexy Kevin Scott stuffing like a Thanksgiving Turkey? Recognize the piggy groans? Why, it’s none other than Evrett showing off what he does best - taking arms, dribbling pre-cum and prolapsing. Wowwee! We had to wait ages for the “vet-and-ill-cow” routine in the prequel; here it’s served up as the entrée! And yes, a rosebud that Evertt is so proud of, he pokes and prods it in and out for everyone’s amusement. If you are grossed-out I’d like to point out I’m reviewing Hot House’s Club Inferno line here, where the only vanilla on show is the flavor of the Crisco.

Our Heroes for Hire hang out in the sun, giggling as boss Ward recounts the original’s bowling pin incident (you need to see it for yourself!) that gets the guys so hot they head to Kurtis’ dungeon where they give it away for free. (Don’t they know the West Coast is in recession!) Kurtis, complete with Captain Ahab headscarf, has his great white whale gagged on by greedy Ray Parker (too late - I’ve already done the Ghostbusters joke in a previous review). Kurt’s tool is massive, long and intimidating, but Parker knows exactly how to use his mouth and butt to please this butch daddy. Ride ‘em Kowboy Kurtis!

If your attention wanders (it won’t) you’ll soon be treated to dirty English Stuart (must have been on vacation and chatted up in a bar) treating Samson to a passionate nipple-tweaking, tongue-diving, ass-eating, cock-sucking and butt-slapping that builds to a screaming Samson (eyes popping clear of his head) getting a two-handed treat that has this dynamic duo prove why the Yanks and Limeys are always the best allies. Their incendiary antics are, however, knocked off the screen when Ward threats us all to his assault on boyfriend Edwards’ capacious chuff.

Just sit back in awe as you watch agog, Edwards’ ass punchfucked with a fabulous, frenetic sense of urgency that you just won’t have ever seen before. Imagine the fun these two went through practicing for this scene; no wonder they wanted it recorded for posterity!

Lunch is for wimps and that prolapsing punished pudenda is given even more action (is this man mortal?) as he joins Samson and Black (from the first movie) in another heels-up, present-holes inspection by Stuart and Ward. You’ll want a bib to watch this; it’ll stop the drool covering your clothes.

Hot House has done it once again, producing another powerful piggy near-masterpiece that’ll be on every fisting-fan’s wishlist.
-Froufrou A. Gogo