In the narration that accompanies the visual montage of Shane Rollins arriving in the big city, we learn that he was raised by a kindly grandmother who instilled in him decent values and a vision of the world as a decent place if you play by the rules. This world is overturned in an instant once he hits the streets of San Francisco and druggie Trevor Knight, fleeing from the cops, plants dope on him before racing off down the block. Mistakenly thought to be a drug dealer, he is interrogated by cops Tony Mecelli and Robert Van Damme (who take offense at his attitude and fuck him), gang-banged by three holding-cell-mates, coerced into sex by his attorney, then sentenced to four years by a no-nonsense judge (the only person Shane meets in this process who doesn't have sex with him). Once in jail he meets Trevor and fucks him in revenge. (Knight's 14-spurt ejaculation is amazing.) Eighteen months later at a parole hearing, justice is once again dis-served when the board allows him parole only if he meets certain, um, conditions. Guess who's back on his knees again? Rollins meets all the challenges of this demanding acting and sexual role. He is good with dialogue and great in bed – or wherever he happens to be being screwed at the moment. With seven sex scenes (plus a bonus Morales/ North fisting scene), the movie is loaded with exciting sex and is directed, art directed, and lensed superbly (Pre-noms all). Other Pre-noms: Actor (Rollins), Oral Scene (Rollins/ Hudson).

RETAILING: Stock extra. Excellently done prison story delivers hot sex – and plenty of it.