This tape has two major virtues and two major flaws. The virtues: Danny Sommers and first-rate videography, both of which raise the sexual heat to considerable heights. The flaws: the title doesn't fit (Austin is only in the final scene), and every sexual scene is a one-way street that spells trade. Jon Vincent has toned down his Joan Rivers imitation, but still comes across as a first-class bitch (not bastard, mind you —bitch; there is something ironically effeminate about Vincent's tough-guy persona). Brian Hart and Aaron Austin are pretty to look at, but sexually limited. As for Andrew Clay, I have only one question: Why? Still, Steel deserves full credit for the videography —and for having the good sense to let Sommers steal the show.