Hardsex CMV009
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$49.99
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JD SLATER and RAGING STALLION proudly present for you “HARDSEX”--the
motorsexual homocycle handbook for the next stage of our sensual
evolution. For 2 hours and 48 minutes the horse-hung, hypersexed,
testosterone-overdosed gang of wanton whores, led by stacked muscle stud
BO KNIGHT, barrel down the road to excess careening in and out of each
other while they each discover their personal ‘inner pig’ and re-define
the entire lexicon of kick ass sex.
>Documented and captured just as it happened, SLATER, along with his amazing videographer DAVID HEMPLING, has created a landscape where erotic anarchy rules supreme and the only codes of conduct are “take or be taken” and “Own your sexuality”. This ain’t just another glossy, staged, traditional-formula fuck flick. This is a full-tilt, no-holds-barred look at how real horny, pumped studs and tough guys really have sex. All you have to do is take one look at this pack of pervs that shame has forgotten and you will be blown away by their off the chart energy, power and passion. This isn’t over-styled, pretty-boys uncomfortably stumbling through some hokey choreographed faux sleaze. These are monster-cocked, hungry and pumped sex junkies getting their pig fix in real time with real men just as they would in the wild.
The movie starts with musclebear power slut STEVE PARKER being put through his paces masterfully by uber-Bad Ass LANCE GEAR. You see, there is this place called ‘The Compound’- a sort of sleazy Shangri-la where only the baddest, toughest sexhogs get to go and run amok with each other. STEVE really wants to go and mean ol’ LANCE is the last test for him. All that stands between PARKER and nirvana is GEAR’s approval and this is one bad piggy that will not be stopped, no matter what.
LANCE is like the drill sergeant from hell pushing all of STEVE’s limits and buttons simultaneously. Hanging on to a steel ladder, the recruit suffers through whatever twisted torture scenario GEAR fancies. First, pounding on his pecs like a cheap steak, then slapping and punching his dick and balls like a red headed stepchild. You almost start to feel sorry for him, then you notice that his dick just gets harder and harder with each smack. Just when you are sure he’s gonna break, PARKER roars for more so GEAR pulls out his floggers, working him front and back with awesome precision and skill. Then just when you think LANCE is gonna nail his red and toasty ass, he tells STEVE that he wants to see his top side and to power pound GEAR’s primo butt.
PARKER is a pig with something to prove and prove it he does. First, he pummels LANCE’s back door like a battering ram with a dick that is hard enough to cut diamonds. Then, when Aussie stud puppy BRENDAN AUSTEN shows up, STEVE tosses GEAR to the side like an old kleenex and rips the buffed, blonde bad boy from Sydney a new sex chute with both his dick and seriously ribbed dildo. Talk about shock and awe--both men are left dazed and covered in cum by the intensity of PARKER’s butt invasion and he is on his way to the Compound.
Meanwhile, back at the Compound, the donkey-dicked duo of TONY SERRANO and DILLON PRESS define the term ‘versatile’ with a back and forth flip-flop fuck that will sear its images of muscle & power into your brain for years to come. With bodies like Greek gods and cocks like redwoods, they show you how fucking should be done. The men consume each other sexually, taking time and care not to miss any taste, touch, or position possible and trust us, there is a lot of ground to cover. The screen almost melts when this pair of perfect titans.blow their mighty loads.
The next day it is time for the new recruits to get to know each other—BO KNIGHT, J.C. CARTER and STEVE PARKER start the journey to find their inner tramp. It is a sea of rock-hard, ripped, free-weight-trained salacious flesh as they gloriously explore each other. Smelling, touching, licking, sucking--they blend into each other to form a huge undulating pile of prime beef. Dicks go in mouths and asses and pumps as we watch these men return to their more primitive roots. Soon all you hear is a series of grunts and growls mixed with slurping and huffing as these men communicate with sweat and come.
Now some other companies would probably stop here. Other directors would yell cut and call it a day BUT NOT HERE!
No, no, no--this is a JD SLATER movie and the original architect of sexual anarchy and minister of macho mayhem is just getting warmed up .Its time to let all the big dogs play and see what kind of damage this group of phallically-fixated and totally unwholesome miscreants can cause.
From here on out the movie builds up steam like a juggernaut from hell .As the cast re-appears one by one, an ocean of stiff meat rolls in, and joining the group are another half dozen huge anonymous dicks ranging from 8 to 11 inches long and up to 7 inches around. A wall of camouflage netting suddenly comes to life as dong after dong busts through demanding attention. The cast hunkers down on the wall of cock like they need the come to survive, bobbing from one to the other, slurping and sucking like the cheap whores they are. Everywhere you look are sperm-dripping rods and cum-soaked faces. This is a glory hole sequence you will play over and over on your TV and in your head.
BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!
Now it’s time to see why BO KNIGHT got the box cover. Bo climbs up on a stainless steel cart as the rest of the cast chooses a batting order for his gang fuck. It looks like a mile of hard meat and it’s all headed for Mr. KNIGHT’s perfect bubble butt. Starting with SERRANO’S massive pounder and working his way through the almost 30 collective inches of CARTER, PRESS, and PARKER, BO shows us what a real-as-steel all-American powerbutt can do .The men bump and grind their rods deep inside KNIGHT as he growls. They pass him around like a 50 cent ho doing a group rate. There is no room or need for shame and regret. These men have all embraced their true nature and I am sure that if the cameras had kept rolling, they would have all grow little curly tails.
This is an epic of debauchery, a manifesto of sleaze, a treatise on the power of owning your sexuality and the deep satisfaction of truly coming to grips with the sort of tramp you dream of being. SLATER and company have delivered a gripping and honest depiction of what HARDSEX and the new sexuality are all about. This title will amaze and astound even the most hardcore and jaded--with typical RAGING STALLION style, it elevates our basest urges to something approaching art. The film was shot in STALLION’s exclusive SEXASCOPE process because they needed the wide screens to fit all the mammoth dicks! So spend an evening at the Compound with the men of HARDSEX and maybe you will find your “inner pig” too.
>Documented and captured just as it happened, SLATER, along with his amazing videographer DAVID HEMPLING, has created a landscape where erotic anarchy rules supreme and the only codes of conduct are “take or be taken” and “Own your sexuality”. This ain’t just another glossy, staged, traditional-formula fuck flick. This is a full-tilt, no-holds-barred look at how real horny, pumped studs and tough guys really have sex. All you have to do is take one look at this pack of pervs that shame has forgotten and you will be blown away by their off the chart energy, power and passion. This isn’t over-styled, pretty-boys uncomfortably stumbling through some hokey choreographed faux sleaze. These are monster-cocked, hungry and pumped sex junkies getting their pig fix in real time with real men just as they would in the wild.
The movie starts with musclebear power slut STEVE PARKER being put through his paces masterfully by uber-Bad Ass LANCE GEAR. You see, there is this place called ‘The Compound’- a sort of sleazy Shangri-la where only the baddest, toughest sexhogs get to go and run amok with each other. STEVE really wants to go and mean ol’ LANCE is the last test for him. All that stands between PARKER and nirvana is GEAR’s approval and this is one bad piggy that will not be stopped, no matter what.
LANCE is like the drill sergeant from hell pushing all of STEVE’s limits and buttons simultaneously. Hanging on to a steel ladder, the recruit suffers through whatever twisted torture scenario GEAR fancies. First, pounding on his pecs like a cheap steak, then slapping and punching his dick and balls like a red headed stepchild. You almost start to feel sorry for him, then you notice that his dick just gets harder and harder with each smack. Just when you are sure he’s gonna break, PARKER roars for more so GEAR pulls out his floggers, working him front and back with awesome precision and skill. Then just when you think LANCE is gonna nail his red and toasty ass, he tells STEVE that he wants to see his top side and to power pound GEAR’s primo butt.
PARKER is a pig with something to prove and prove it he does. First, he pummels LANCE’s back door like a battering ram with a dick that is hard enough to cut diamonds. Then, when Aussie stud puppy BRENDAN AUSTEN shows up, STEVE tosses GEAR to the side like an old kleenex and rips the buffed, blonde bad boy from Sydney a new sex chute with both his dick and seriously ribbed dildo. Talk about shock and awe--both men are left dazed and covered in cum by the intensity of PARKER’s butt invasion and he is on his way to the Compound.
Meanwhile, back at the Compound, the donkey-dicked duo of TONY SERRANO and DILLON PRESS define the term ‘versatile’ with a back and forth flip-flop fuck that will sear its images of muscle & power into your brain for years to come. With bodies like Greek gods and cocks like redwoods, they show you how fucking should be done. The men consume each other sexually, taking time and care not to miss any taste, touch, or position possible and trust us, there is a lot of ground to cover. The screen almost melts when this pair of perfect titans.blow their mighty loads.
The next day it is time for the new recruits to get to know each other—BO KNIGHT, J.C. CARTER and STEVE PARKER start the journey to find their inner tramp. It is a sea of rock-hard, ripped, free-weight-trained salacious flesh as they gloriously explore each other. Smelling, touching, licking, sucking--they blend into each other to form a huge undulating pile of prime beef. Dicks go in mouths and asses and pumps as we watch these men return to their more primitive roots. Soon all you hear is a series of grunts and growls mixed with slurping and huffing as these men communicate with sweat and come.
Now some other companies would probably stop here. Other directors would yell cut and call it a day BUT NOT HERE!
No, no, no--this is a JD SLATER movie and the original architect of sexual anarchy and minister of macho mayhem is just getting warmed up .Its time to let all the big dogs play and see what kind of damage this group of phallically-fixated and totally unwholesome miscreants can cause.
From here on out the movie builds up steam like a juggernaut from hell .As the cast re-appears one by one, an ocean of stiff meat rolls in, and joining the group are another half dozen huge anonymous dicks ranging from 8 to 11 inches long and up to 7 inches around. A wall of camouflage netting suddenly comes to life as dong after dong busts through demanding attention. The cast hunkers down on the wall of cock like they need the come to survive, bobbing from one to the other, slurping and sucking like the cheap whores they are. Everywhere you look are sperm-dripping rods and cum-soaked faces. This is a glory hole sequence you will play over and over on your TV and in your head.
BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!
Now it’s time to see why BO KNIGHT got the box cover. Bo climbs up on a stainless steel cart as the rest of the cast chooses a batting order for his gang fuck. It looks like a mile of hard meat and it’s all headed for Mr. KNIGHT’s perfect bubble butt. Starting with SERRANO’S massive pounder and working his way through the almost 30 collective inches of CARTER, PRESS, and PARKER, BO shows us what a real-as-steel all-American powerbutt can do .The men bump and grind their rods deep inside KNIGHT as he growls. They pass him around like a 50 cent ho doing a group rate. There is no room or need for shame and regret. These men have all embraced their true nature and I am sure that if the cameras had kept rolling, they would have all grow little curly tails.
This is an epic of debauchery, a manifesto of sleaze, a treatise on the power of owning your sexuality and the deep satisfaction of truly coming to grips with the sort of tramp you dream of being. SLATER and company have delivered a gripping and honest depiction of what HARDSEX and the new sexuality are all about. This title will amaze and astound even the most hardcore and jaded--with typical RAGING STALLION style, it elevates our basest urges to something approaching art. The film was shot in STALLION’s exclusive SEXASCOPE process because they needed the wide screens to fit all the mammoth dicks! So spend an evening at the Compound with the men of HARDSEX and maybe you will find your “inner pig” too.
