Synopsis

From the press notes, courtesy of Raging Stallion:
"Raging Stallion welcomes you to the next dimension of lust, J.D. Slater's The Red and the Black, an exploration of passion and power, hunger and compulsion, flesh and fury. A journey to the edge of Bad Ass through a landscape of filthy desires. This is a compendium of unrepentant kink illustrated by buffed and butch supermen determined to astound and amaze.

Get ready for the ride of your life as this testosterone-driven roller coaster of domination and submission carries you straight over the edge of longing and 'round the corner to greed. Watch as these whoredog muscleheads and homocycle inkboyz sojourn through their subconscious showing you their deepest needs and how they are fulfilled. This is leather and fetish by real men who live it, not some boys who just look like they do. Take a deep breath and dive into the salacious deep rivers of seduction, a place where only the truly piggish studhunters dare to go. This is two hours of balls-out pounding and pummeling butts and dicks that will scorch its images into your libido till the end of time.

This package also includes the special bonus music CD "Stations of the Cross," a 78-minute sonic trip to the play party of your dreams.

It begins like a dream, camera drifting into an abstract space, gliding over two very different versions of hot muscle. One, Danny Mann, is a genuine musclebear deluxe, whose pumped furry pecs reveal the way down to the bulging ripped crotch of his jeans. The other, Colin West (in his debut performance), is a smooth and tribal-inked musclepunk who presents himself in just boots and a jock that cradles an ass that the gods made by hand. The two hunks fall into each other like a well of sleaze as West services and surrenders to Mann's carnal and corporal demands. From blowjob to beatings through to fucking and creaming, these men consume each other with a symbiotic hunger. Mann abuses and nails West in over a half dozen ways before the filthy whores have had enough. Each stud uses up every drop of the other in a mind-boggling display of feral behavior.

Next we come in on the spectacular tableau of horse-hung mega-muscled powerstud Erik Hunter and, demonstrating what happens when bad boys become bad men, Nick Piston. This scene is about two things: Hunter's dick and Piston's ass, each obsessed with the other. It's a study on the feeding of sexual compulsions as these hyper-horned sexhounds tear into each other like starving men at a beef buffet. Piston slurps down Hunter's massive manhood with his mouth and ass; Hunter devours the tattooed butt-boy's sweet hole, then unmercifully pounds him like a jack hammer looking for gold. The energy that explodes from them threatens to burn right through the screen in a scene whose sexual inertia will overwhelm you. Make sure you have plenty of lube handy, or risk severe penile chafing.

The mood grows darker as we fade into the next scene. It's ominous and dangerous and all those things we are supposed to be afraid of but secretly yearn for. Here we find Mann again, this time in a different position, playing whipping boy to muscle daddy supreme Ken Braun. The two waste no time and Mann hangs onto a post, presenting his back to the flogging skills of Braun. The camera swoops and dives around the action, peering from hidden spaces, capturing every swing of this ballet of power and will. Mann turns the tables and it's Braun's turn to give up the goods - in this case, his rock-hard muscle ass. First with hefty dildos, then with a determined dick, Braun's butt takes a bombardment of epic proportions, proving versatility can mean a lot of things. When the two climax, even the building lets go a sigh.

Now for the finale, and a grand little clusterfuck it is. Braun, Piston and Mann are attacking each other like sex monkeys, licking dicks, pits and holes, and puffing cigars like queer teamsters under the docks. You can almost smell the sweat, rubber, smoke and leather. Then, as if this wasn't enough, Hunter joins in and the tribe of horny cock-seekers revs into an oral frenzy whose sucking creates a tangible vacuum and draws you in. The action evolves to cock and ball torture, clothespins and titplay, with each member showcasing a special talent or skill. This all culminates in a bit between Braun and Piston that you will have to see to believe. Then it's back to fucking. This time it's a group train on Hunter's butt, whose muscles grab Piston's cock so tight it yanks off the condom just in time for him to shoot all over the mahogany ass. The rest of the cast follows suit in a hormone-soaked series of cascading money shots, and we are left drifting back into the blackness.

This one has to be seen to be believed. J.D. Slater has always been able to deliver shock and awe for his audience, but this time he has climbed new heights in erotica while exposing our darkest depths. A masterpiece of debauched mayhem expertly portrayed by a prurient pack of muscle-junkies, people will be talking about this one for years. As always, this piece of cinema is artfully produced, skillfully filmed, and expertly delivered. It is true to life and the men that made it. This is the most graphic and revealing portrait of leather and fetish Raging Stallion has presented to date. So look no further for your roadmap to the other side of midnight. Join J.D. and his cadre of cockmasters and enter the land of The Red and the Black.