Review

God bless those filthy, filthy deviants at Titan. Who’d have thought that when they delivered the first ManPlay a few years back, that their "reality porn" experiment would prove so popular - and spawn so many second rate imitators.

I don’t know what the Buggeration or Bloody Hell my fellow reviewers and I are expected to say about these fabulous fuck-flicks; I’m sure the only reason we’re expected to synopsize them is to prove we actually sat through them.

Well dear customer, I am never one to shirk from hard work, and this is no exception! The first thing you’ll notice is the spawny cunts (old English word meaning lucky - spawny that is, not cunts) have once again managed to assemble a crowd of eight hunka-hunka-burning-loves so aesthetically pleasing you won’t want any of them voted off the island.

Familiar faces too, especially a particular favorite of mine, Parker Wells - a Factory Video regular whose consumption of spooge is the stuff of legend. The poor dear is obviously under the impression that the White Stuff passes off as Protein Shakes (here he only gets to sample his own). No doubt the crew had to keep a blunt instrument off-camera to beat him into submission if he got too carried away- which he does almost straight away, whilst orally servicing punky skinheads Rob and nasty-attituded Jake (we like that in our suedeheads though, you understand, I’m not bitching). Parker swallows their dicks and eats their asses like some sex-crazed cannibal. Oh, and with the good lighting he actually comes across as kinda cute.

Along comes mega-fucking-gorgeous Fabian, star of ManPlay (006), and blonde cutie Scott, and the fivesome drool over each other’s perfect meat-puppets before launching into a no-holes-barred pig sex marathon. Parker is first to get ass-rammed, by Rob, causing both to pop their loads with the assistance of suddenly surfacing hottie Michael, whose nipple-rings beg to be swung from. Or hang guest-towels from at the least.

Scott wanders off the set for a bit. (I love the ManPlay philosophy: fuck, then go and relax, or play Scrabble, shower, douche, take Vitamin C, etc.) He’s replaced by the star of this show (sorry, Fabian - you’re old hat now) Carlo: a mature hairy stud with a killer body and a dick that won’t quit. Once this guy is on the set, he never leaves. Wow. What stamina! He exhausts poor old Rob and Parker straight away (Rob leaves, never to return - maybe he had to get his fish tattoo back into water) but are soon replaced by hunky Mateo to whom Carlo takes a bit of a shine to. Luckily Mateo is the sort of performer that puts the versatile in Digital Versatile Disks! (OK - hands up who thought it stood for Digital Video Disk? Well, you’re wrong, go hang your heads in shame!) And you gotta hear Carlo slurp over Fabian’s monster - it’s like Clash of the Titans.

And so, the multiple-orgasm filth feast continues for two hours. Carlo fucks just about everyone - including Mateo six different times. (In one fabulously sweaty close-up that practically drips off the screen, poor Matty ends up gibbering like he’s having a spaz attack.) And it’s all set against a simple (but effective) bare background shrouded in blue-light. Whoa! The rumors are true! The CIA really does have a Blue Room. And this is what happens in there!

There are a few bonus scenes, too - a twelve minute human-pile that has Fabian fucking Parker to eye-popping orgasm as the highlight, and another two minute piece where Parker brings Rob to climax.

 -- Froufrou A. Gogo