Review

Tom “Ropes” McGurk is what Archie Bunker would call a “poy-vert”. He’d be proud of that moniker though, and would get pissed if you called him anything less. You might remember him as the twisted genius behind the fabulously-trashy, hilariously-filthy Abercrombie’s Bitch which is high up on everyone’s “Greatest Porno Titles” lists.

In this slightly over-long production Dungeon Master Bondi gets to grips with newcomer (but no shrinking violet) Wills. Guess Wills is willing for Bondi’s bondage, which is a terrible pun, but what do you expect - it’s 11am and my crack hasn’t kicked in yet. Bondi already proved that he can do this sort of thing in his sleep in Hurt Me (with blonde moptop Anthony Shaw, who shattered his vanilla veneer altogether!). This is a reworking (rehash?) of the same scenario.

As we begin Wills is already bondaged up to the hilt with a gag mask and enough knotted rope to shame the best boy-scout. Wills struggles alone in the dungeon, awaiting the return of his Master. All trussed up and no-place to go! Woo!

Bondi arrives and starts with a bit of light ball slapping then squeezing (owww!) sending Wills screaming in agony. The Master demands his Slave scream, “hurt me more” but the gag keeps it muffled. It’s wonderfully downhill all the way from here so buckle up, we’re going in!

Wills' nipples are tweaked before Bondi tries to bite them clean off his body. Out come the shiny titclamps (Holy Titclamps Batman!) and ball-weights before Wills’ lily-white ass is paddled blood-red. "Thank you, Sir" our Slave intones, his dick swollen hard all the while.

The quite-pretty Wills has his gag removed making his cries, sobs and begs much clearer and you’ve got to feel sorry for this guy’s nuts as they go through so much punishment you’ll wonder if Mr. Peanut went through a similar procedure to end up in the packet.

His cock and balls go through just as vicious a paddling as his buttocks did. “Please hit me, Sir” he begs. “How many times?” demands the Master. “Six. Sir,” he whimpers. SLAP-Ahg! SLAP-Ahg! SLAP-Ahg! SLAP-Ahg! SLAP-Ahg! SLAP-Ahg! It’s almost musical and I don’t know what he’s sobbing for, he did ask for it after all!

Oh dear - here come the clothes pegs. You’ll watch in awe as The Master lovingly (and noisily) applies fourteen to his chest, stomach and thighs. But wait - there’s more. One for each ball and two for his pecker. Made my eyes water, too. When Bondi starts flicking each peg like he’s playing a perverted piano you’ll swear Wills hits a High C.

We’re not even halfway through as next our Slave is suspended upside-down, his cock red and huge, as The Master slaps him into further submission. The contorting squirming pussyboy lets out some great bloodchilling screams of agony before he’s rewarded with his Master’s boots that he lovingly proceeds to tongue clean. As a reward Bondi lubes up Wills’ inches before removing his own chaps and letting his Slave get an eyeful of Master Cock. Wills shoots over his own face (he’s still upside-down) and we see it dribble all over him. Master hasn’t shot yet and reminds Slaveboy that he gets off hurting him. Wills is only too happy to oblige as his balls are squeezed, causing to let rip a flurry of submissive talk as Bondi shoots over his Slave’s fat hard cock.

Cut to later and the Slave is once again gagged and tied spread-eagle. The Master has just finished shaving his pubes off and Wills is further tortured as molten wax is poured over his struggling arms and thighs. It’s getting very Body of Evidence as the wax is dripped on his chest, slowly making it’s way down to his shaven haven, producing some real screams that the gag only just drowns out.

A brief respite from the House-Of-Wax scenario has our Slave screaming bloody murder (hope the dungeon was soundproofed, less the neighbors panic and call the cops) as he’s paddled and whipped, before tied to another rack and slowly jerked off, whilst Master bites his nipples and abuses those already painfully swollen purple balls - punishing them in ways that had me squirming in my seat.

The grateful Slave’s juice flies everywhere, followed by The Master’s, and at this point you’ll be panting, “Thank you Sir!” too. As we depart we can only wonder what happens next - our slave probably cleans up then goes back to his 9 to 5 as CEO of some multi-national.

If you like dungeon scenarios this film will be great for you. There’s a lot of mutual trust between the two performers, vital for any S and M scene to be truly erotic. This is a three and a half starrer for those who like their fantasies one-on-one. Those who like it a little more quick and polished might want to look elsewhere. Vanilla types should avoid it all together. Shame. You won’t know what you’re missing!

The camcorder quality looks slightly cheap, but funnily enough makes the whole show even seedier. You might learn a few things, as Master or Slave, and maybe you should both sit down and watch it together. The piece goes to great lengths to show that both performers are professional, under supervision and constantly reinforces the consensual nature of the whole experience. That’s worthy of praise. And I’m not saying that Bondi is a Master as some over-compensatory reaction to his Little-Man-Syndrome, but you gotta wonder.

I’m also totally impressed that this film taught me something, too: A human testicle will never burst no matter how much pressure is applied. Gotta remember that. Might come in handy!
-Froufrou A. Gogo