Review

Skuff: Downright Dirty is one mind-bending fuck film. Hot House has always been one of my favorite labels and director Scarborough is nothing short of a master (think The Road Home, The Road to Hopeful and Sure Thing, not to mention the killer flicks he did for Falcon and you'll know what I'm talking about).

Hard to put a label on this one, but "ambient," "sleazy," "dungeon," and "A+ raunch" certainly spring to mind. Scarborough has fashioned one of the roughest and most exquisite films of his career, and it's a winner all around. Hardcore kink, leather and guys in cages has never been my swirl, but to be honest with ya I'm rethinking my personal fetishes after seeing this one.

There's simply way too much going on to get into here, but let's just say that the facial cumshot Marcus gets from Daryl is an all-time classic, the boys in the cages are enough to make me wanna move into a zoo and the leather-n-sex kink are letter perfect.

Even if this doesn't sound like your thing, trust me on this: Skuff: Downright Dirty is a keeper. (And keep a nasty oil rag nearby to wipe yourself off with and get the full effect.)

 -- Keeneye Reeves

"Skuff - for men who like their leather downright dirty. Midnight, the hour of worship in a subterranean temple devoted to throbbing dick and hot, tight butt-holes. Join 12 insatiable men as they journey through a dark labyrinth heavy with the scent of sweat, sex and leather. Follow them downward into the bowels of the metropolis, driven on by the promise of unknown, unimaginable and unspeakable pleasures.

Somewhere in the dripping recesses a master puts his captive pig-boy through a grueling butt-torture ritual. The boy's greedy cries for "more, more" echo down the black corridors stirring the carnal souls of his fellow denizens. A night creature conjures a man capable of fulfilling his savage lust - and then devours the spectral stud with his angry hole. Caged man-eaters pace their confines demanding to have their deepest, darkest urges fulfilled - only to be satisfied once they've reached their breaking point.

Chains clink, bars rattle, boots scuff the soiled floors and the sound of hard, hungry leathermen satiating their desires in forgotten back rooms electrifies the air. Anything and everything is possible in this world of uninhibited desires."