Leather Sex Club

By: J.D. Luvdacock
In-House Review - Aug 30 2012

There's really no plot or storyline here whatsoever. Leather Sex Club is essentially a grouping of scenes that all have either a little or a lot to do with leather fetishes. For all we know they could have been filmed years apart, there's really nothing that strings the set together other than the whips and chains and what have you. That's not to say it's a bad thing though. Odds are, if you're into leather and that kind of thing, you probably don't care too much for the conversation anyway. And the action is decent, so it's definitely not a total loss, sans a few moments here or there. Our cover star is John Erickson. Dude is pretty hot and looks even better clad in small amounts of shiny leather adorned with metallic buckles of various natures. That may sound a little technical, but I'm a technical guy (who babbles when he has a hard-on). I've never been into bondage, but I'd take the plunge for this guy any day. Some of the guys could be a bit more fit. Perhaps I shouldn't talk, put one can only have so many folds dangling from their lower ass cheeks before I'm skipping scenes. And some of the fashion is very dated in that weird way that takes you (at least me) back to a time that could just as soon be forgotten, i.e.: bandanas on the wrist, single crucifix earrings in the left ear, etc. But I digress. The bottom line is this: if you'd even remotely consider going to a place called the Leather Sex Club, this film's for you. There are higher quality, studio flicks available today that have lots of leather, but they often feature groomed, buff men and not the everyday guys you see here. So, bonus points for the "real" factor, too.