Review

Get ready to rub your meat down to a nub with this epic plow-a-thon from those fine uniform fetishists at Centaur. This sequel to Deep in the Brig trumps that movie at every turn with a cast so hot, you’ll shout “Anchor’s aweigh!”

Fans of director Daniels will enjoy what is now his signature style, which includes loads of facial splooging and deep throating, extreme close ups of all the filthy goings-on and, for rump-lovers, more anal emphasis than Freud (e.g., penetration shots that go all the way in and pull all the way out, slobbery rimming and the ever-reliable dildo poke).

The movie deals with Navy boyz on a shore leave weekend and the trouble they get into that lands them in the brig. The first offense comes from Everett (a knockout debut), who gets sent to the brig for stealing alcohol from the ship’s stock. He faces the sad and humiliating punishment of placing his "pouty lips" around Masters’ cock, poor guy.

Watching the fabulously twinky Everett orally engulf Masters’ massive man-molester and get his face all slobbery in the process is a boner-springin’ delight. He then tongue-buffs Masters’ smooth hole to a spit shine before his ultimate punishment, taking an oversized Brock jock-cock into his tight little hole. A dynamic scene that ends with Everett expelling his creamy masses for 25 seconds! Yowsa.

The next scene involves Storm, who checks into a day spa on his weekend leave. He takes a long shower, making sure all the good parts are clean and then calls King over to perform a relaxing massage. King works especially extra hard at getting the kinks out of Storm’s butt, making sure to caress it inside and out with a couple o’ fingers before moving in the direction of his throbbing stiffy. They maneuver into a 69, lapping up each other’s biggie-sized tools in a split-screen effect that would make DePalma blush. In the middle of their session, King spikes Storm’s drink with a little GHB and finishes their hump-parade with Storm in a bit of a haze. Storm gets plowed in most every position imaginable and then passes out on the bed, where King sprays a massive load on his unconscious face. Yikes.

Two other seamen, the hot and oh-so-butch Paris and Dryburgh head to a gay bar where they’ve been told they can score some drugs. But they’ll have to work for it, which means being taken down to the basement by tall, harness-clad bartender Thunder for a little “Thunder”-ous cock worship. This is a terrific three-way as the boys play switcheroo, alternating sucks on each other’s fuck poles. Then Paris gets turned into Chinese finger cuffs, being filled in the bum by Dryburgh and filled in the mouth by Thunder. When Paris shouts out “You want this ass?” the whole world will shout back a collective yes! Then Dryburgh gets his über-hairy hole plowed wide open until he spurts all over his belly. He also gets a nice serving of Thunder’s DNA smoothie right into his mouth! Paris and Dryburgh earn their drugs but get spotted by a cop and hauled off to the brig. D’oh!

The next scene takes place in a video store, where store clerk Di’Angilo is watching some leather porn. He gets caught yankin’ by Yanko, a tower of muscular perfection. Then petty thief Kroft bursts in and holds up the store, tying Di’Angilo up and forcing Yanko down to lick his stiff one. Yanko takes a squirt of man-milk in the face, then gets plowed on his back next to a rack full of hetero-porn mags (nice touch, Chip) and takes another jizz jetstream all over his worked-out bod. He ends up in the brig for this fiasco. Whoops!

Meanwhile, Storm wakes from his GHB-induced haze to be locked out of his room, clothes and wallet stolen, arrested by a cop (Sage), "forced" to suck his Big Red One and get passionately poked in a bed-of-a-pickup-truck-fuck. He’s taken (you guessed it) to the brig.

"Deeper in the brig" is where the rest of the action takes place. First, Matt Sizemore straps on some rubber gloves to inspect Dryburgh and Paris’s fuck canals for any other drug contraband and forces them to suck Everett’s at-attention tool. (Do you see a theme here?) Yanko is brought in and gets a big whopping pink dildo plunged in and yanko-ed out of his you-know-where by Sizemore. Storm arrives just in time to be fucked by everybody but the President in a marathon six-way where he gets two peckers stuffed in his caboose at once and takes them like the wide-open champ he is. Finally, Masters returns to join the big brig shag by keeping Storm’s rectum stretched with his pulsing flesh night stick.

Whew!

Daniels certainly can’t be faulted for not providing enough action here. It’s overall a top-notch production with performers that keep going long after you’ve finished, and a bevy of first-timers who set the screen ablaze. One minor problem: Daniels’ obsession with cheesy special F/X. He should learn to lay off the slo-mo machine and not dissolve so much in the middle of the action. But it's a very slight criticism for an overall action-soaked fuck-flick.

The goings-on in this brig will make you want to commit the highest crimes and take your punishment like a man. A relentless meat-munchin’, brown eye-lappin’, bootie-blastin’ military adventure!
-Jan de Bone

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