Review

Skuff 3: Downright Wrong continues Hot House’s series of down and dirty leather sex with flashes of fetishism. In some installments those flashes are more like solar flares. (Remember Dick Wolf the dog-boy in Skuff II: Downright Filthy?) Here though it’s more like campfire flashlights: hot and creepy fun but not too serious. Really the only thing "wrong" with Skuff 3 is that there’s not anything really wrong. But with wall-to-wall dungeon sex performed by thirteen rough and tough studs in leather harnesses, jockstraps and detachable codpieces, you’ll be too busy jerking off to care if you’re not downright shocked.

The beginning is foreboding enough: Coverman Jason Ridge sucks off smooth, buff and gas-mask wearing Christoph Scharff while hairy Collin O’Neal, also in gas mask, looks on. Ridge’s appearance will astonish you – with added muscle and a heavy beard he’s almost unrecognizable, now a true stud. Ridge begs for water and the still masked O’Neal pours water from a boot down his throat. (If they really wanted to be "downright wrong" it would have been piss.)

The masks come off, and they begin a roundelay of raunch in various permutations. The high point is a train fuck of O’Neal into Scharff into Ridge with the camera capturing every thrust from below; the best moment is when Scharff rocks back and forth, in and out. Ridge next fucks Scharff, and finally O’Neal has his turn at Jason’s ass with maybe the roughest pounding yet.

Next, big and brawny Alex Fuerte is seen tied to a chain web. (Pause for a nostalgic sigh for Jon King in Fade In). The slightly smaller dark-haired Marcos David lightly whips him before he fucks Fuerte’s enormous foreskin with his tongue and then sucks the cock that’s attached to it. Marcos releases Alex and spins him around for some serious anal tongue washing – and this boy has a very juicy puckered hole. But it’s Marcos’ hole that gets filled first, as Alex fucks him from behind with long, luxurious strokes. Then Marcos flips Alex on his back and fucks him with contrasting fast and furious action. Marcos is king of the cumshot here, shooting a thick stream into the air; the camera barely notices Fuerte’s almost simultaneous smallish release. Someone needs to drink more milk!

Wandering the bowels of this hellish sex club, Scharff comes across lean and long (both body and his dick) youngman Jason Kingsley trying to swallow the super-sized sausage and dumplings of that ultimate Aryan sex hog, Thom Barron. Throughout almost the entire scene, Kingsley’s mouth never lets go of Barron’s cock. First Scharff spanks and rims Kingsley, then Scharff fucks Kingsley, then Kingsley fucks Scharff – all the while sucking Barron. Finally, to give the guy’s jaws a break, Barron fucks Scharff who sucks Kinsley. (The guy should get at least one blow-job, right?)

Barron is more than a cocksucker’s dream; he has one of the greediest assholes in the business. He starts by getting simultaneously fucked by Jason and sucked by Christoph before sitting down on a red ringed monster of a dildo – the only one to appear in Skuff 3. Finally, each man shoots very tasty loads into their hands that they eat with relish – er, enthusiasm.

Gay men who grew up on Steve Reeves or later Kevin Sorbo wet-dreamed of being the sex slave of mighty Hercules, but here it’s Hercules who’s the slave. His name is Enzo Grimaldi, and he’s got chest as wide as Nebraska and biceps worthy of blue-ribbon watermelons. Yet the scene opens with his tongue polishing the boots of Arpad Miklos. He slowly licks his way up to Miklos’ bulging leather pouch, making it glisten with his spit. Miklos unwraps himself and brutally shoves his thick shaft down the muscleman’s throat.

Miklos next spreads his slave’s cheeks to reveal a well-used hole. Miklos uses his spit to get it good and wet – and ready for multi-position fucking. First Arpad goes at him from behind, next he lies back and lets Enzo impale himself, then it’s over to a sling to finish the job. Finally, Grimaldi is allowed relief; he shoots all over those boots and bends down to lick them clean – and we’re back where we started. If this is one of Hercules’ labors, it’s a labor of love!

The final pairing may have the most conventional action, with clear top and bottom roles, but there’s a twist: the top is the younger, smoother Kirk Ziegler and the bottom is the older, hairier Troy Punk, who looks like he’s seen it all and done even more. Ziegler shoves him to his knees and orders him to chow down. But the domination talk is just that, and Ziegler eagerly switches places to suck Punk’s trunk. Kirk’s fuck of Troy is long and fulfilling, for both them and us.

For fans of the nasty stuff there’s a sixth bonus scene that appears only on the Director’s Cut, and this is where Skuff 3 lives up (or down, if you prefer) to its title. The ubiquitous Owen Hawk is imprisoned in a cell and screams when Thom Barron and Jason Kingsley drag him out. They ram their ramrods down his throat (talk about police brutality!) and then tape his mouth shut so he can’t moan while Barron sucks him off, as Kingsley rims Barron’s surprisingly intact hole. Barron enters Hawk from behind, but it’s a contest over who controls the rhythm – Barn’s cock or Hawk’s ass.

Kingsley goes into the other cell and pulls out a can marked "trash." Crammed inside is delectable Marcos Pirelli with "Piss Pig" scrawled across his wifebeater shirt. All three men unload their bladders onto the boy, soaking his shirt and glistening his legs. Kingsley and Barron then bend the two prisoners over face-to-face and start pounding their asses hard – Jason into Owen and Thom into Marcos – as the two bottoms suck face. The scene ends with Mr. Piss Pig getting three healthy dozes of jizm sprayed all over him.

All in all Skuff 3: Downright Wrong is light on truly intense fetish, but it's definitely heavy on hardcore action. If you're seriously into kink, keep looking. But if you want several nights of rubbing your cock raw, you'll be more than satisfied with the resulting "skuff" marks.

 -- Jameson Rodgers