Chris Ward effortlessly delivers another naughty, leather- inspired gem, coaxing out some cock- stirring performances from his mixed bag of a cast, particularly Jake Deckard and Manuel Torres. The film is straightforward, no plot or characters, just a series of ominously numbered scenes with a leather flavor that play out in no specific order. The lion's share of the film's content focuses on pairs, and Ward simply lets the cameras roll while the intensity bubbles and evolves between the two models. The first encounter sets the tone for what follows, featuring Mr Deckard and the lithe, tattooed Tamas Eszterhazy. The sex smokes with intense heat from the first aggressive kisses and gropes, then continues to blaze. Deckard fans take note — the fifth segment is another Deckard inferno, but this time he shows off his versatility, bottoming with obvious enthusiasm. Scene Three sparks between another enthusiastic bottom, Dean Monroe, and Ken Mack. Dean starts on his knees blowing Ken, then they swap positions before Mack fucks Monroe, first with his cock and then with a large black dildo. Simple black backdrops and swanky saxophone music put one in mind of classic '70s porn from New York directors, but the production values are unmistakably modern. Its double disc and eight scenes probably could have been distilled down to a single DVD. The Matt Cole solo, for example, seems extraneous, messing with the film's pacing. The diverse cast with various body types, age groups, and ethnicities is one of the film's biggest selling points.

RETAILING: A cast of A- list talent, well- executed leather sequences, and top- notch videography assures energetic sales.