Don't hold against it the fact that this volume can't spell (there's nobody named "Colin" here). Those looking for sights never before beheld will eat up the wince-inducing rounds of monster-toy-assisted ass-stretching, as well as the use of a suction machine to extract the proceeds of internal pop shots along with the lower 3 inches of the Amazing One's descending colon. What manages to make all the sideshow-style "top-this!" tomfoolery actually erotic is the obvious pleasure Ty takes in the potentially rectum-wrecking proceedings.