I can’t believe it. Titan Media intends Folsom Filth to be the company’s largest-cast, most extreme fetish-play movie yet — but when I arrive on the set, do I find a cast of thousands in the most excruciating sex-play ever?
Nope. That was yesterday. The only day of shooting that my real world schedule can accommodate is reserved for more intimate duo activity. Damn, I think to myself, little knowing what wonder awaits.
Folsom Filth is the Official Leather/ Fetish movie of this year’s Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco. It’ll be released on September 24, the same day as the fair, and its stars will be on hand on Folsom Street, greeting fans at the Titan booth.
Company VP Keith Webb explains that Folsom Filth inaugurates a new series of leather and fetish movies. “It’s a continuation and expansion of the Fallen Angel series, and will expose people to new things.”
The group scene filmed yesterday included spitting, slapping, pissing, whipping, flogging, knife-play, suspension bondage, and several varieties of fisting (both single and side-by-side doubles, as well as single-ass DP).
The tell-tale equipment from yesterday’s activities is still littered about the set. There’s a sensory deprivation device called a vacuum bed, humongous dildos, and pumps of a size you’ve never seen, their sheaths so wide and long you can only daydream about the cocks they’re built for. I’m told one unusual looking cylinder is a rosebud pump. Think about it. And then imagine it sucking your sphincter inside out. There are strange things that look like they’re used for birthing barnyard animals. Picking up a shiny bit of medical equipment, Webb explains, “These mouth openers inhibit swallowing. They produce the excitement of gagging and choking.”
That sort of “excitement” needs to be leavened in the retail edit of the film with some good old-fashioned kissing, licking, rimming, sucking, and straightforward fucking. Titan Exclusive Tober Brandt’s on hand to do all this in a one-on-one with the incredibly handsome Alex Baresi. A little editing will make today’s romancing the first part of the fisting scene they’ve already filmed.
“Today won’t be vanilla,” director Brian Mills assures. “But it won’t be chocolate. More like Rocky Road.” But neither Mills nor even a Tober fan like I can suspect what a spectacular variation of “straightforward” Brandt is going to throw us.
While Baresi disappears for a douche, Tober’s fitted for costumes. Jeff, a co-owner of LeatherPost.com, has the enviable task of helping the men choose the appropriate leather fashion, and making sure it fits. With deft professionalism, he avoids knocking Brandt’s hard-on around while exchanging one pair of chaps for another, but he stands back to let Brandt stuff the goods into a succession of codpieces himself.
Meanwhile, there are quiet preparations on set. A wiggly platform that’ll raise Brandt up a couple inches is secured, and overhead lights are focused. And, oh, the headache of production details: It seems the piss that Brandt sprayed across the set yesterday blistered the paint right off the floor. It was some sort of metallic latex, and it’s got to be gussied up.
When all is finally readied, Baresi reclines and Brandt re-ignites their considerable chemistry. Brandt works down Baresi’s magnificent body, from kissing lips, to nipples, onto cock and toward ass. “Let’s get to the ass pretty quick,” Mills had requested. They’ve barely begun to fuck, though, when they’re interrupted. It’s amazing that the performers can sustain their intensity during the ensuing hiatus as Brandt’s height has to be readjusted, and the platform replaced when it gets too slippery. Yet the intensity mounts as they swing back into their fuck. Baresi meets Brandt’s animalistic passion full on.
And then — something as amazing as it is unplanned. With his cock buried in Baresi’s ass, Brandt grabs the suspension bar over his head, throws his legs up onto the table alongside Baresi, and pump-fucks the guy’s butt in a blaze of pneumatic drilling. It’s massively exciting. Not only quality athleticism, but simply astounding cocksmanship.
And then how about having to pose for close-ups while hanging from a trapeze with your feet off the floor and your hard-on locked in your buddy’s ass. Does that take skill? The sweat pours off Brandt as he hangs from the bar, his splayed legs allowing groins to meet.
“It’s the Open Clamshell Fuck,” Mills quips to relieve the tension of Brandt’s Herculean effort. “A favorite of lesbians everywhere.” This recreation is hard work, and Brandt apologizes for having to stop when his muscles seize. But Mills says it’s okay. They got the shots. I saw them in the monitor, and they’re stunning. So the performers and crew are done. And I, who have been holding my breath ever since Brandt first swung into action, can start breathing again.
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