The only thing hotter than a muscle car is a hot, take-charge, muscle bear daddy driving that muscle car. And no known fits the bill like Marc Angelo. Driving and cruising for trouble during the desert twilight, the tattooed bearded daddy comes across Atlas Grant, hitchhiking by the side of the road. Dressed in Daisy Duke cut-offs and hot to trot in his own leather harness, Marc instinctively knows this hairy mother fucker is about to be his slave. Atlas just doesn't know it yet. But it won't take much. Already aroused by the sports car and even more excited by getting it on with Marc, bearded Atlas is laid out on a long dinner table, where Marc gorges himself on the hunky side of beef. After feeding him uncut cock, Marc plays with his "food" fingering Atlas then bareback fucking him with nothing but spit for lube. Except that amazing, bubblicious ass — beautifully framed by a well-fitting jockstrap — is far too tight. Marc needs more lube. He fucks Atlas's face, his cock already coated with spit and ass juice, then goes back to raw dogging his new slave, marking his territory with a good seeding, which only turns on Atlas so much he immediately unleashes a cummy mess of his own.
Sometimes you want things you probably shouldn't have, things that will cost in some fashion. We don't mean financially. We're talking about the emotional toll exacted on your soul when you finally get what you want and it turns out to be different than how you imagined. Not better, not worse. Just…different. Take Mason Lear as an example. He's wanted Angel Ferrari for a while now. And let's face it, Angel is the complete package, not only for Mason. Angel is tall, dark, and handsome, with a brooding sensuality and a big cock. And he's quiet. There's just something about that kind of man that makes some quiver with excitement and gets them wet. When Mason finally got what he wanted he knew he was in for more than just a touchy-feely sort of fuck. Angel crawled into Mason's mind, pushing out all thought of camera and crew. Instead, Angel connected with Mason's holes, using them as if they were nothing more than toys to bring him pleasure. From fucking Mason's throat and slapping those big floppy balls in Mason's face, to dumping his seed inside Mason's fuck hole. Is it any wonder he fantasized about what kissing Angel might be like? Or to be allowed to jerk himself off during, and not just after Angel had come? Yes, Angel got a cum facial and ate most of Mason's load but there's just something alluring about catching that elusive selfish lover that brings out the unworthy whore in many of us. Ummm…hello? Angel? Are you there? Damn. Here we go again, sniffing around after some hot sweaty guy with a big cock to use us for his — and his only — pleasure. Turns out Angel has his own sexual demons to wrestle. Oh, heart be still!
The best way to observe animals and their behavior is in their natural environment. For Brian Bonds and Leo Forte, a cage might not be their natural environment but when they act like animals, the best place for them is in a locked cage. And in this sex club, the environment comes close to their natural setting. The two horny men are like wild animals at the zoo, during feeding time, gorging themselves on thick, throbbing slabs of man meat and their seed. And even when the men are sated, Brian and Leo — coated in cum, still hungry for more, and blindly insatiable — end up fucking in the cage, like the animals that they are, while Marc Giacomo, Alex Hawk, Sebastian Sax, Chip Young and Hans Berlin look on with hunger in their eyes, lust in their souls, their still-hard cocks dripping and oozing with freshly spewed seed.
Have you ever wanted someone so badly it hurts? You can't stop thinking about them and you imagine, constantly, what it would be like to take them. To be inside them. You fantasize about turning them into your personal cock whore and make them squeal like a pig, even as you leave them speaking in tongues from such an intense fuck you can practically feel their teeth clatter. Maybe the object of your desire even leaves you feeling somewhat ashamed for wanting to fuck them as nasty as you can. You can just about taste them, can't you? Your brain sizzles. Your pulse races. Your blood boils. Your cock is the hardest it's ever been. Throbbing and drooling pre-cum. Yes. That's obsession, that thing you feel. And we present this scene, with Parker Logan and Leo Forte, sweating and rutting like animals, to help purge you of your lust. Sweaty, dark and intense. THIS is porn noir.
The bartender is an unusual creature. Frequently hot and handsome yet disturbingly aloof, bartenders strike a balance between showmanship, seduction, and pouring a good stiff drink. They have to. They work for tips. The allure of the bartender — especially to gay men — is akin to the allure of a straight man. Approachable but unobtainable. In fact, there's such a mystique surround the bartender that movies and songs have been written about him, and Atlas Grant fits the bill. Hot and handsome. Hairy and deliciously hung. He's approachable but aloof. Except for tonight. While on his shift, during a slow night, Marc Giacomo walks in and they leave us to wonder, was this a former trick? Did they date? Maybe things didn't work out between them but they decided to remain friends? Whatever the deal between Marc and Atlas, there's no doubt that the have sexual chemistry. And like the drink Atlas serves, the non-stop bareback action that follows — so thick and heavy you can almost smell them sweat — is on the house. Tip included.