Bolt

Fasten your tool belts and break out the nuts, bolts and hammer-cocks, because Miss Chi Chi LaRue and her stable of beautifully sculpted and superlatively hung stallions are going to open a shiny toolbox worth of sordid sexual pleasures that would tempt Pandora herself - or at least her homo boyfriend. The title scroll of Bolt sets the scene. We're in the not-so-distant future, in a society where sex is ruled by a certain few and the rebel forces exist to serve their lusty masters. First up, we meet gruff muscle daddy Zak Spears and delectable tattoo'd hotness Johnny Hazzard. They get things going sweatily with a spitty, pierced prick gagging, plump nuts tugging, pinched nipple twisting, pried hole slurping office romp. Spears gags down on Hazzard's thick rigid cock and is soon pounding the inked and chiseled fuck-punk on the glass desktop, ending with them both lapping their spurted puddles of creamy effusion clean off the desktop. A metal shop is the scene of the next sex crime. Still sweaty from his encounter, Hazzard has himself a greedy mutual ass-chew and cock-gobble with beefy daddy Lance Gear, while an unseen punk toils away at the lathe. Gear probes Hazzard's twitch-hole before both men ass-maraud each other atop a work bench, and Hazzard delivers a gooey seminal baptism to Gear's shiny bald head. Next, in the interrogation room, we see abducted Tag Adams in torn and burnt underwear. He's quickly thrown to his knees by a brutish authority figure and is hosed down by a handy power-washer and then takes turns gagging down hoggishly on every stiff pulsing dick in the room. Eventually the other guys join in on the cocksucking, rim-chewing and ass-tagging, and Tag gets creamed and left wallowing on the floor, slathered in a thick glaze of multi-man chowder. Next is a slobbery, pit-licking, throat-cramming, sphincter-slurping tryst in a candlelit tattoo parlour. Hazzard is first given a new tattoo by exotic inked cutie Brandon Lee, after which Lee takes command of submissive daddy Kent Larson's firm bubble ass. The finale is an astonishing twelve-man orgy set in a starkly lit gray room appointed with cascading chains and glass boxes/cages. Jock straps are yanked down to unleash thick throbbing tools for the gargling; tight briefs are torn open to expose yawning, insatiable fuck holes for the slurping and probing; firm buttocks both smooth and fuzzy are slapped and spanked and invaded. It's all sweaty and sniffy and piggish but, despite the scruff, leather cuffs, tattered underwear and clinking Hellraiser decor, it's all but a playful nudge beyond mere vanilla. That is, until things escalate with the introduction of some stainless steel hardware - namely the titular objet d'art, a shiny oversized ass-plug with a series of etched grooves coiled around its thick metallic shaft! Cast: Johnny Hazzard, Shane Rollins, Jan Fischer, Alex LeMonde, Anthony Shaw, Brandon Lee, Dillon Press, Eddie Stone, Gus Mattox, Kent Larson, Kyle Lewis, Lance Gear, Owen Hawk, Rick Gonzales, Rick Razor, Rob Romoni, Rod Barry, Sebastian Tauza, Tag Adams, Theo Blake, Tristan Bennet, Troy Punk, Zak Spears