|Description||Ross Vincent, Marko Heckler, Tony Serrano, Tom Franco, Stefan Manocaldo, Ruben D'Angelo, Paul Charge
Scene one explores the sexual fantasy of abduction in a shockingly realistic depiction shot in a random motel room in NYC. Super hot, hung latin handballer Ruben D'Angelo takes charge of the situation and a blindfolded captive soon finds every hole filled. Your dick will be drained but ready for more!
Sex in public gets taken to new levels when D'Angelo grabs a beer with his bud Tony Serrano on a rooftop in Mid-Manhattan. Before you can say 'This Bud's for you' Serrano's beer can dick is being worked and sucked, leading to both men getting bare-ass naked. D'Angelo's deep hole is hungry for more and eventually gets a good rimming and fist-fucking - - all in broad daylight on a rooftop in NYC!! Over the top.
The action goes deeper when the guys head to a dungeon in a NY sex club for a handballer orgy that includes domination and submition, cbt, collars, spanking, cages and MORE! The action gets so hot some of the guys start fisting THEMSELVES until everyone in the room gets off.
Review From TLA Video:
When I was offered this title to review my Editor warned me heâ€™d heard it was filmed in an "amateur" style. Fully aware of my disdain for that particular genre, but also being one of the only reviewers here able to sit through Club Infernoâ€™s Seven Layers of Hellish Perversion without succumbing to nausea I begrudgingly took up the challenge. Thank God! This isnâ€™t amateur. My Editor was wrong. I was wrong for hesitating, and Iâ€™m usually about as infullible as you can get. (Donâ€™t you mean "infallible"? Exactly.)
This is purposely shot in a gonzo style, but itâ€™s way too high a production to be compared to any of that everyday barrel of monkey-bollocks. This is Mike Figgis' Timecode done porno style - and youâ€™ll want this in your collection so bad you should set up camp by your mailbox waiting for it.
Directed by Wolfgang Bang (of the Palm Springs Bangs I wonder?) and starring a bunch of new faces (handpicked for HandPacked, I guess) it consists of three vignettes, all featuring star-to-be Dâ€™Angelo. We explore his extreme sexual desires and awakenings. Iâ€™m surprised they didnâ€™t call this "The Story of O My God Are You Really Gonna Stick That Up There?"
The first of these "New York Stories" finds Vincent leaving a Chelsea gym, attracting the attentions of Dâ€™Angelo and Manocaldo en route. They secretly track him back to his hotel (I know exactly which one it is too, having stayed there myself; I wondered what all the commotion in the next room was) where they burst into his suite and prepare for some heavy ass-assaulting. Letâ€™s hope they put the â€śdo-not-disturbâ€ť sign on the door because the chambermaids at this particular hotel are well-known for their fierceness!
They tear off Vincentâ€™s clothes (â€śthat nasty mesh top is way too gay - itâ€™s gotta goâ€ť I guess theyâ€™re thinking), handcuff him, blindfold him and silence his cries for help with the aid of a ball-gag. The hairy hunk is all tied up with no place to go as his ass is tongued by his horny captors. Now, if someone did that to me I wouldnâ€™t exactly be struggling, and soon Vincent begins to enjoy it too, so they release him from his restraints and subject him to the most pleasurable thirty minutes Iâ€™ve seen in a long time.
Vincentâ€™s asshole gets well and truly used and abused, starting with a huge dildo that soon makes way for their fists - first one at a time, then both together. Vincent moans with joy and youâ€™ll wish it was you as the combinations become more weird and wonderful - including Dâ€™Angeloâ€™s hot uncut cock and Manocaldoâ€™s fist at once - before some ecstasy-inducing punchfucking. This leads to the thrilling climax in which Vincent works his red hot shaft as his body contorts with pleasure - pleasure created by Dâ€™Angeloâ€™s foot-fucking session that causes all three to burst their riverbanks with lashings of creamy ooze.
If that wasnâ€™t enough (youâ€™d be advised to catch your breath between scenes) we next find Dâ€™Angelo stumbling upon sexy Serrano fiddling with his Latino meat on a sunny Manhattan roof garden. Dâ€™Angeloâ€™s passions are set aflame at the sight of such beauty (and we arenâ€™t talking about the New York skyline) and soon heâ€™s on his knees swallowing monster cock. Serrano shows his gratitude by demonstrating his own equally impressive deepthroating skills on Dâ€™Angelo before flipping him over, tongue-fucking his hot hole and giving his older buddy a jackhammering that has him mewing like a kitten.
Love in the afternoon is far from over, however, as Dâ€™Angelo opens wide to receive Serranoâ€™s fist and is punch-fucked till dusk. Finally he has both his cock and arm up there, all lit brilliantly by the setting sun, and the spooge flies all over the sundeck.
Back in Dâ€™Angeloâ€™s comfortable looking lounge/dungeon our hero merrily rides a series of dildos whilst caged slave Charge puts his own sphincter through some truly eye-popping toy antics. Itâ€™s a game of â€śanything you can do, I can do betterâ€ť as the duoâ€™s plastic-pleasure-providers get bigger and bigger before each embarks on a self-fisting extravaganza that culminates in solo punch-fucks the likes of which Iâ€™ve never seen before - well, except for that time I picked up that drunk acrobat on Tina.
Joined by evil-looking Franco and his slave Heckler, the Fucktastic Four indulge in some heavy duty assplay thatâ€™ll have you howling your approval. Hecklerâ€™s already got a dildo up him, and his cheeks receive a paddling that doesnâ€™t stop until they are beet-red, all the while heâ€™s sucking Dâ€™Angeloâ€™s dark meat like thereâ€™s no tomorrow.
Franco helps himself to Charge, whilst Dâ€™Angelo gets a free session with Heckler, both slaves receiving a prolonged fistathon from their new masters, each taking two hands at once, leading to some glorious rosebudding shots that look almost three-dimensional! The slaves take a pounding you wonâ€™t forget and the sight of Dâ€™Angelo fisting both whilst he rides on Evil-Mr.-Punch-alike Francoâ€™s arm should satisfy many a dry nightâ€™s wet dreams. When the floodgates break, the cum unleashed could drown the entire cast, so youâ€™d better keep your raincoat and umbrella close by.
Wonderful camerawork, great lighting and amazing performances from talented newcomers give it a must-see flip-flop four-stars.
"Two fists up", as a perverted Siskel and Ebert might have said. Amateur? My ass!
-Froufrou A. Gogo
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