Review

My addictions are the stuff of legend. When I started Welbutrin to kick my three packs a day smoking habit, nine Philip Morris executives threw themselves into the Hudson. I’m still smoking, but thanks to the Welbutrin I got to see some great new colors. And when I quit coke, the ensuing panic lead to price wars on various city streets; dealers tried to get old Church Ladies hooked just to stay financially afloat. Luckily one addiction I’m happy to keep feeding is my Club Inferno habit, where the only twelve steps I have to take are to the bathroom to pick up a clean hand towel.

This is being presented by the studio as a sequel to HandPacked. In reality isn’t. (Well, maybe in the same way Halloween III: Season of the Witch was a sequel.) But I loved HandPacked so I was more than eager to sample director Wolfgang Bang’s latest. Have you ever been to a Wolf Gang Bang? They’re cool but that fur goes everywhere. So let’s be like my nails, and press on.

The first scene finds Bud relaxing by the pool in a swanky WeHo suburb. What the fuck a freakazoid like Bud is doing in such a luxurious place is never explained. (Maybe there’s more money in biting the heads off chickens than any of us would have thought!) I love Bud, I really do. Those all over body tattoos are great. He gets naked and still looks like he’s wearing a sweater and slacks. He’s the Freak Like Me that Adina Howard was searching for!

Feeling a bit “call of the wildish” he phones for a massage and it turns out to be Brazilian WonderGod Cox (who had us licking the screen when he appeared in ManPlay 010) who soon guesses what sort of massage Bud really wants. (Well, the convenient sling by the pool is a dead give-away, really.) Bud begins by tongue worshipping Cox’s meat and hairy hole before climbing aboard the sling and getting fucked royally. Bud looks pretty tight so Cox loosens him up with a series of powerful thrusts, all the while working Bud’s multi-pierced cock that has so much metal attached it could probably pick up CIA broadcasts.

But Bud is a greedy, greedy cunt and gets a dildo, then Cox and a dildo, then two dildos before finally settling for Cox’s arm. He gets punchfucked like mad before Cox can no longer take it, exploding his jizz all over Bud’s metallic genitals.

Scene two is set in a leather store - complete with crack pipes and bongs on display (yeah, yeah, novelty purposes only) in to which Serrano (try not to look at the camera, hon) wanders. Serrano gets the ultimate in good customer relations from clerk Armin Rush (Is that name a joke? I’m in a rush?) who helps him out of his clothes and into a jock that inflames both their desires. After knocking over half the shop’s inventory, Serrano spreads his hole wide and gets Rush’s ‘hands-on’ service. Watching in the background is Richards, who is not only rough and ready but has the sexiest nose in porn. He jerks his suckable inches before joining in, feeding them to Rush before filling his ass crack with an impressive erection. Serrano disappears and Rush gets a rear delivery fisting that has both of them become so over-excited (and loud - be prepared to mute it if you have nosey roommates) they both holler their way to orgasm, Richards coating his new buddy with tidal waves of the white stuff.

The third scene is set in the locker room of a gym but honestly - who the fuck works out in a PVC leotard? Well, Bud does, catching the eye of Reed, who casually happens to be lubing up a rather large dildo. Bud needs no assistance - he shoves it straight up the hirsute hunk’s hole before filling it with his own cock, finally deciding what Reed really needs is a fist up there. But Reed is a sexual communist and decides to treat his comrade-in-arms to the same experience!

Into this carnival of sexual prowess stumbles the very boyish Verando, who is quickly pulled in to the action. Surprisingly, the innocent looking kid is more than eager to fist them both at the same time, leaving Bud unable to hold in his white-piss. Reed explodes too, showering his juices over Bud’s tattooed torso.

Far from finished, Bud is joined by slightly-puppyfatted-but-still-way-hot older dude Duke, who wastes no time in giving Bud a series of enemas that are squirted back into Duke’s willing face. Wow! At first I thought I was watching a censored blurred version until I realized it was water on the camera lens. Duke is practically drinking the water straight from Bud’s bowels while Reed caresses Verando in the hottest daddy/son combo since the beer scene in Final Link!

The finale sees Cox and Jeffries take on Rush, who may be new to the porn world but sure as hell is a quick learner! He gives the two professionals such a workout even you will be exhausted. The guys look shit-hot in latex, kissing passionately before Cox makes full use of Rush’s open-backed shorts (that are so shiny you can see the film crew) impaling the guy who is following Jeffries’ orders to tongue fuck him.

Cox is pure animal and you could easily forget it’s a fisting video, but soon enough, Rush’s eyes are bulging out of his head (literally!) as the two top studs give his hole a damned good stretching. After getting punchfucked and double-fisted out come the ever increasing in size dildos, until the traffic-cone-sized old favorite makes a welcome return, which Rush makes short work of. And sadly it ends right there and then…

The DVD extras contain galleries of Cox, Bud, Rush and Richards, plus a great action gallery that features the best shots – and yes, the squirting is there in all it’s glory. Reed appears in the “Dildo Bonus” - a nine minute sequence where he rides a couple of toys and jerks off wildly. He’s totally hot but your eyes will be unavoidably drawn to his buttocks, which seem to deflate between “thrusts”. Are they gills? Is he in fact, the Man from Atlantis?

Club Inferno flicks usually struggle to make it past the 70 minute mark; not this time. Because of the extended running time and the shocktastic performances of Bud, Cox and Rush I really want to give this an extra star. So I will. ManPacked – five stars out of four!
-Froufrou A. Gogo