A solid cast makes a pretty good attempt at delivering decent performances in this plotless, three-segment feature. Seeing a leather clad B.J. Slater as Randy Storm's dominant "master" is quite a refreshing role for him. Also, handcuffs and chains seem an equally agreeable change of pace for Matt Gunther, who's looking better than ever. The talented Clint Rogers' solo (while watching an excerpt from "Key West Bellhop") may get boring if you've seen that video. At times the sex is less than abusive and possesses a subtle hint of tenderness, which is usually hard to capture in any production. This show succeeds.