Unable to restrict all that filthy man-sex to just The Fourth Floor, Raging Stallion execs were forced to lease even more space on the floors above. This sequel is very much a continuation of what Fourth put in play, with some of the same key players. Hairy, gruff types (and those who worship them) are the ones with the gold keys to all the doors. Strange  — with the heavy fetishization of blue collar types, you gotta wonder why director Ben Leon didn’t induce a single electrician to fix the lights. It’s clear Leon is creating a mood  — the dull metal, dark corners and grimy surfaces are part of an environment that is either mysterious or depressing, depending on your point of view. Oddly enough, the solo sessions (Scott Tanner & Aaron Action) are more electric than the balance of the one-on-one vignettes; the murky pools of light these two models find themselves sitting in headily inspire hardcore “introspection” with butt plugs and secondhand grease. And once again, gorgeously inked cover man Logan McCree just can’t help but bring some much needed illumination to this dark fuck flick.