The first in a trilogy, Powerfist rejoices in its rectum stretching and other filthy downright ungodliness that the extreme amongst you will be applauding. The lightweights amongst you may want to watch this with a cushion over your eye. This isn’t one for the squeamish. Chris Ward (who shot this before the creation of the less-extreme Raging Stallion) directs his dirty birdies in a story you won't soon forget. Trim your nails, guys, we’re going in!
In a nice San Francisco home (classy wallpaper, classy bedsheets, classy buttplugs) Winston has misplaced a rather large dildo. Wonder where it could be? As if by the sort of magic David Copperfield would balk at, he produces the sixteen inch wonder from inside boyfriend Wright’s ass. Sums up exactly what you’re gonna be seeing in the next seventy minutes really. The lights are on the fritz and the electrician has been called. A quick bit of fisting (OK, ten minutes worth) and the sheets are soaked with elbow grease. Never mind the electrician, call the dry cleaners.