Review

Hunky stud puppy Roland Dane makes a sizzling directorial debut with this muscular fucktacular, filmed on location in Budapest. Ten bulging beefcakes get their rocks off in a sordid tale of (as put forth in the press release) crime and punishment, erotic intrigue, crooks, cops and cocks. (Couldn’t have phrased it better myself.)

We open on a country road as two hot hoodlums (Erik Hanner and Robert Balint) drive up and accost a wandering pedestrian (jizalicious Janos Volt). Accused of stealing money from the duo, Janos is forced to debauch himself outdoors, servicing both hoods’ hooded cocks simultaneously and, later, indoors, riding Hanner’s high hard one while choking on Balint’s throat plug.

After the introductory three-way, Janos is offed (off-screen) and his dead body is soon found in an alley by two of Budapest’s finest (Daniel Halasz and Nico Blade). While investigating the crime, the two dreamy uniformed officers get frisky on each other back at the station with a multi-positioned aerobic fuck session, culminating in a thick, pearly facial.

Next we’re at a country estate where we meet a gorgeous crime boss (George Vidanov) and his murderous and dangerously sexy henchman (Jonathan Collins). After a drunken round of Russian Roulette, they stick their plump flesh pistols down each other’s gulping throats for some slurpy sixty-nine action. Boss Vidanov tongue-pokes goon Collins’ furry bung hole, but it’s the boss who surrenders his sphincter to the punching, penetrating goodness of his underling’s thick fuck rod. Vidanov even shrimps on Collins’ wiggly digits.

Immediately after, two other henchman (mighty, muscle-bound Andras Molnar and lovely, long-locked Christopher Havas) get it on fiercely with mutual cock swallowing and a power-slamming ass drill over by the boss’ bar.

The final scene is set in jail, where the boss has been incarcerated. Forced by his buff, brutish hunk of a cellmate (Vegvary) to offer sex in return for protection, Vidanov expertly massages the goon’s cock with his tonsils and then with his tight, clenching sphincter.

All of the dialogue is subtitled, but you’ll likely care less about the flimsy plot than you will about the firm, fabulously fit hotties doing the nasty.

Strong production values and considerable sexual combustion between the deliciously muscular cast members make this one well worth a whack or two. Or three.
-Beef Stroganoff