Review

Men, does this scenario sound familiar? It starts out innocently enough. There you are, minding your own beeswax, sipping a Shirley Temple at the bar. You briefly make eye contact with an attractive gentleman. He saunters over and begins wooing you with sweet nothings. You can’t stop staring into his eyes. The moment is magic. You feel yourself becoming weak-kneed.

Next thing you know, you’re cracked out, buck naked and strapped into a sling in a dark, stinking dungeon with your dream date’s schlong pounding the bejesus out of your A-hole.

It’s just another sultry night at Fort Lauderdale’s infamous Ramrod, where men and the men who love them come together to slake their unquenchable sexual thirsts. Whew! So, here’s the deal: Ray plays a sleazy "stalker" who "abducts" men from the bar against their "will" and makes them "submit" to his twisted desires. Ray is a true Alpha Daddy in from the 70’s Castro school. It’s all here: The thick moustache. The circulation-killing tight jeans. The stylish leather cap. Anyway, Ray has Storm (wearing a fashionable black hood) cooped up in a cage, where he is kept as Ray’s exotic pet/sex slave.

After snatching blonde subby Bradley from upstairs, Ray gives the boys a powdery substance to sniff, which sends them into a sexual frenzy. (Personally, I’ve never found Johnson’s Baby Powder to be much of an aphrodisiac, but that’s just me.) Both of these plucky lads end up sucking Ray’s Daddymeat, and Ray returns the favor by delivering Bradley a frenzied ass-eating. Anyway, Bradley ends up in a sling, and Ray ends up with part of himself inside Bradley’s ass. Storm also gets a good stuffin’ from Ray, who, uses the "no-hands" technique with great success.

Rexx and McGuire (fitted with a buttplug containing a homing device) are forced to go undercover to bust the culprit. Of course, they end up busting a nut in the process. Along the way, we witness a towhead tryst between King and Brandon, a feverish fuck between Ray and Storm, Bradley receiving a full-on facial, a backroom group fuckfest, and a brutish coupling between Rexx and swarthy Romoni.

In the end, Rexx and McGuire end up saving the day, and Bradley and Storm receive a taste of freedom. They also receive a taste of ass and dick, compliments of their saviors. To show their appreciation, these plucky bottoms offer up their newly liberated boypussies to Rexx and McGuire, as the scene reaches a cum-saturated climax.

 -- T.J. Maxxwell