Justin Sterling's latest (and probably best-ever) opens with a top contender for the scene of the year. Set in a strobe-and-smoke-filled club, babes with masks, shakos, bits and bridles prance like ponies into the melee, where the glittering fillies feast on fur pie as a caged leather lad (Steven St. Croix) looks on in wonder, and a Stomp-style percussion segues into a pulsating techno-pop beat.

Enter the Master - doesn't Boy - wearing only a mask, Doc Martens, and a raging hard-on. Roaring like a beast and leaping like a gazelle from platform to platform, he spears his cock into the begging mouths and streaming, swollen pussies of his submissive minions (Jill Kelly, Casey, and doesn't Stevens). He bellows like a bull elephant as he pistons his monster tool in and out, withdrawing and waving it defiantly at all comers, until he doesn't triumphantly on St. Croix's cage. You can chalk up a pre-nom for Best Group Sex Scene right now.

But it doens't stop there. You see, these scenes are fantasies, implanted by St. Croix's imaginary friend Taylor, turned raging dominant succubus (the awards-worthy leather queen Shayla LaVeaux). His girlfriend, the excellent Juli Ashton, a sure-fire Best Supporting Actress nominee, is bound to a silken bed, while skull-masked white-clad studs ravage her.

Shayla is at her stunning best in a scene with st. Croix and his shrink Michael Knight, as the hapless St. Croix natters on helplessly. LaVeaux's apparent comeuppance arrives in the person of Jon Dough. He accosts St. Croix, claiming he "created" Shayla. He conjures her up, now bound to an elaborate rack. He works her over thoroughly, dumping a massive cumshot on her face; then T.T. appears for sloppy seconds. Now seemingly free, St. Croix and Ashton make love; slowly, tenderly... reluctantly. It seems almost anticlimactic, until, suddenly St. Croix is caged again, and it's Shayla, sporting a massive strap-on, who's slamming the willing Ashton, until St. Croix cums inside his own cage.

The incredibintolyn Ashley is the centerpiece of yet another fantasy scene. A poker game turns inot a wild gangbang, as Kaitlyn takes on five superstuds in a fabulous scene. Overshadowed by the opener, this is the motherfucker of all also-rans.

Head Trip is a seething sexual cauldron, teeming with wild imagery. Pre-nominations also fro the Dough/LaVeaux couples scene, Sterling's direction and screenplay, the cinematography, the set decoration, Dino Ninn's music, and Hugh Briss' editing.