Review

Let me say straight off the bat that I adore Pacific Sun Entertainment's international videos. Not only do they lead the way in introducing us to hot hot hot gorgeous slabs of Euromeat, environmentalists would be proud as they also lead the way in recycling: in this case the same hot hot hot gorgeous slabs of Euromeat. Their stable of horses would make Liz Taylor in National Velvet spit with envy. Just after a while the same faces (no matter how hot) bring on a familiarity bordering on contempt.

I’ve reviewed five titles now and they all feature the same men in interchangeable costumes and interchangeable roles. I did the math and worked out that each guy must have flip-flopped for each other at least once on-screen. And that is my only complaint, because this flick (like the rest of Pacific Sun's) is totally, wonderfully, pant-dampeningly amazing!

If you haven’t seen the first then shame on you, you are no friend of mine. But Frou has a big heart and will forgive you just this once, as long as you email my boss and tell him how much you love me, my witty reviews and how much I really deserve a raise.

Hold your nose as we jump right in to a hot group, the first of many - we have seventeen guys to get through! This fivesome (including my personal fave, great top/better bottom Bellagio) are already knee-deep in harness-sex (who cares about setting up a situation like this?.) The donkey-donged but odd-looking (okay, make that Goblin-esque) Malkovich is center of attention in this chains and oildrum setting. Passion, normally missing in this genre, is always at the forefront as these guys French each other with the same ferocity as they swallow each other’s foreskinned wangers.

Next up the impossibly cute Donovan proves his oral skills on muscle studs Harmon and Jarrott. They return the favor before each flipflops and bring the others to a hot sweaty unforgettable climax.

These previous scenes have been a little vanillary, and could have taken place anywhere. Luckily scene three has Ganatti as a caged cocksucker swallowing the impressive inches of Ashton and Okamoto. Once released he is violently fucked against the wall. This trio really get into the verbal, but the subtitles all say the same “suck that dick” or “fuck him harder” – maybe the subtitlers were just lazy or couldn’t translate properly; this would explain the unfortunate: “fuck off his ass” comment, not once but twice.

Finally four more muscle studs stick their angry manmeat through glory holes, to be worshipped by Volt, egged on by his master, the shaven-headed Jones. Pretty soon Volt’s ass is being pounded whilst Ryan, Miller and Harris give the Master’s cock the attention it truly deserves. Harris loves to bottom, his always-hard cock bouncing everywhere as he straddles Jones, then Miller, who abuses his hole with vengeance. When Ryan shoots he sets off a chain reaction as the others all follow suit to an earth-shattering finale.

Amazing movie, great production values, performers who enjoy themselves and never once go soft, and lousy subtitling make this another standard (and I mean that in the best possible terms) classic-to-be from Pacific Sun. Can’t wait to see what (and whom) they have lined up next. As soon as the opening credits roll you’ll be unbuckling your trousers and unleashing your own beast; you won’t want it caged during this!
-Froufrou A. Gogo