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What
will undoubtedly be the biggest gay adult title of the
year, Raging Stallion presents a two-part, four-disc Old-West-themed
mega-blockbuster that has already caused quite a ruckus
in the industry, with its extremely graphic violence (replete
with shootings, throat slittings, head-bashings, rape,
and hangings) along with some jaw-droppingly torrid sex.
We're pretty confident in saying that Lord have mercy,
this one is gonna rock the roof - probably even more than
their multiple award-winning previous epic Grunts.
Summary:
2 DVD Set! The vast panorama of the American West and
the rugged men who live there are the backdrops for a
vivid story that pits man against man in a classic struggle
for survival in an uncompromising world of violence and
anger.
Description
/ Review:
Cattle and horses roam the wide-open countryside. Jagged
boulders simmer beneath the sweltering Arizona sun. Burly
cowpokes in skin-tight jeans fuck each other silly. Welcome
to the world of To the Last Man - a world of
the rough and the rugged... more American than apple pie...
all bales of hay... and canyons... and hairy tarantulas...
and windmills... and guns a-blazin'... and scruffy beards...
and... wait. Is that a nipple ring? I guess the verisimilitude
had to end somewhere, but I am not above suspending my
disbelief when there are more pressing matters at hand.
Beneath its dusty-booted surface, TTLM is packed
with more hot fornicatin' than Fire Island's meat rack
combined with Southern Decadence, multiplied by Ft. Lauderdale.
Brokeback it ain't, but the recipe here called
for a dickjerker. And jerk you shall, for this
is an exquisitely-filmed, ambitious fuck-fest of epic
proportions.
Let's
commence with Part I: The Gathering Storm.
Times
are tough for brothers Scott Tanner and Jake Deckard of
the Double K Ranch. Seems there's a serious water-shortage,
and though the folks next door at the Flying V Ranch have
got a creek-full of the stuff, the Flying V's proprietor,
tough-as-nails Ricky Sinz, would be unwilling to even
spit in Jake's mouth if he was dyin' of thirst. Jake's
response? "I didn't say we were gonna ask for it." And
so the drama begins.
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Elsewhere,
Damien Crosse doesn't seem to be having any water troubles.
He takes a novel but welcome approach to his outdoor shower
by first stepping underneath the water and then
doffing his clothes, teasing us with the outline of his
taut musculature and uncut slab of penis before taking
it all off. Here we are presented with the first of many
sets of perfect close-ups, as the camera meanders its
way up and down Damien's furry torso. We're also presented
with the first of many sexual explorations of whiskey.
Not content to simply drink the stuff, or even to just
pour it on himself and his trouser-snake, Damien sits
his hairy ass right down on that bottle and rides it,
jacking himself furiously until he pumps a load out.
But
Damien's not done yet. He puts on his clothes, wanders
into a workshop where Antton Harri is pounding some horseshoes,
and then takes off his clothes again. Naturally, Antton
pauses from the task at hand and takes his clothes off,
too. Next thing you know, Damien's got his tongue up Antton's
chewy pink bubble-tastic ass, rimming and fingering to
beat the band, before turning him around to deliver some
slurpy wet blows to Antton's beauty of a down-curving
dick. Antton happily returns the favor before submitting
to a solid and passionate pounding, keeping his boots
and work-gloves on as he gets the cum fucked right out
of him. And after Damien jerks a second load out, do you
think he's satisfied? Not until Antonio Biaggi steps into
the workshop, swabs Damien's throat with his massively-inched
monster, and treats him to a cum facial.
With
the sizzling Crosse triptych over and done, we're back
to the plot. Jake Deckard trespasses on Flying V turf,
steals some water, takes a piss, and makes his way back
to his own ranch. Meanwhile, R.J. Danvers gets down to
some serious Daddy-pleasin' with sleeve-tattooed Dan Rhodes.
The furry pair engage in some hot body and pit-licking
before Dan bends R.J. over and sends his tongue on an
ass-spelunking expedition, spit-lubing the adorable cub's
hole in preparation for some serious dicking. Dan fucks
his hungry bottom so hard he sends ripples up R.J.'s ass-cheeks.
And then, just when I didn't think things couldn't possibly
get any hotter, bearded blond Scott Tanner appears on
the scene. He whips out his big ol' dick, slaps it into
R.J.'s waiting mouth, and... and this is where I stopped
taking notes for a minute, because come-the-fuck-on, I'm
only human. I think it's safe to say R.J. enjoyed getting
stuffed from both ends as much as I enjoyed watching it,
because in short order he busts a nut, takes a taste,
and takes off, leaving Dan to play bottom-boy to Tanner's
spirited ass-fuckery.
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And
back to the plot again. Big bad Ricky Sinz finds out about
the water theft, and no sir he doesn't like it, and some
other stuff happens. But look, I'm not fucking Ebert (literally
or figuratively), and this isn't Cold Mountain,
so let's get back to the sex. Night falls, and Ricky and
Jackson Wild are alone in a dimly-lit barn. Ricky's got
this cowboy thing nailed like nobody else in this movie,
which is good because this is a movie about nailing cowboys.
He smokes cigarettes and guzzles beer and whiskey all
through the face-fucking spectacular he visits upon fresh-faced
Jackson, pouring the whiskey on his member and blowing
smoke right into his young pardner's mouth. Ricky's got
a hardened dom demeanor to match his hardened piece, and
if you like your blowjob encounters peppered with a touch
of sadism, this scene is bound to please.
The
next day, R.J. and Tristan Jaxx take a break from working
on some machinery to work on each other. The two exchange
blowjobs, followed by some rimming and fucking, and then
Tristan makes things interesting by replacing his own
tool with a wrench-handle. R.J.'s ass chomps on that piece
of metal for a little while before getting back on Tristan's
cock, and the scene ends with R.J. taking a load to the
face.
Things
heat up plot-wise as both camps meet separately to discuss
the water situation and the growing unease between their
respective ranches. And then the cowboys walk off into
the countryside beneath a bona-fide rainbow, which is
really gay but also symbolic, of, well, gayness.
Later,
Scott Campbell takes his post on the edge of a canyon
to spy on behalf of Double K. Logan McCree (!), of the
Flying V gang, steps in front of Scott's binoculars, and
a struggle ensues. You might recognize this brand of wrestling
from the "please pin me" tussles some of us engaged in
with our studly buddies back in high school and college.
Anyway - surprise! - the death-match fizzles and these
two hotties realize they'd rather suck each other's cocks.
Good on 'em! Once Logan's stripped bare of his full-body
undies, we're treated to one of the hottest flip-flop
fucks of the millennium, on the edge of a fucking canyon!
Of all the beautiful outdoor scenes in the flick, this
one definitely takes the cake. Sitting atop mount cock,
Logan squeezes out a creamy load, which is eagerly lapped
up by his cohort. Logan then fingers a load out of Campbell,
and the two finish with a tender cuddle.
Things
only get sweeter and more romantic from there, with a
Romeo-and-Juliet situation unfolding between Jake Deckard
and Antton Harri. This star-crossed pair meets under cover
of night in some Indian ruins, next to a campfire. They
successfully deliver all the passion and emotion the circumstance
demands, with Jake making sweet back-door love to Antton
which is followed by more cuddling. This scene and the
one before it make for a nice counter-balance to the more
extreme sex found elsewhere in TTLM. As a prime
example, what follows may not be for everyone's tastes.
The
action takes a controversial turn with Ricky's discovery
of Antton's disloyalty to his ranch. The punishment? A
red-hot cattle brand! Poor Antton weeps and howls in pain
as he's restrained and Ricky gives him a skin-sizzling
reminder of where he belongs - The Flying V. Soon Jake
is confronted and overpowered by the Flying posse. In
one of TTLM's more salient plot-related scenes,
Ricky remarks on the Shakespearean quality of Jake and
Antton's forbidden love, cruelly asking, "Which one of
you is Juliet?"
And
then Jake is hung, and not hung like "Look at Jake Deckard
horny and naked, boy is he hung," but more like "a bunch
of guys tie a noose around Jake's neck and hang him and
now he is hung." Ricky Sinz does show some mercy, though,
by busting a few caps into Jake before he chokes to death.
This jarring conclusion to Part I is only a taste
of what's in store. Believe me, the fake blood hasn't
even begun to fly just yet. Like the final caption says
- to be continued.
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