Your Masters

J.D. Slater is back, and that can only mean trouble! Mean, monster-dicked, muscle-bear daddies. Big, brutal, inked and buffed bikers. Cigar-chomping, stacked, ripped, horse-hung, pierced, foul-mouthed, muscle-fucker tough guys. All hell-bent on pushing themselves to the limit and beyond. This ain't no pretty-boys-in-Naugahyde wannabe leather vid. This is a real full-on kink-fest presented by men who actually play in the fetish underworld so unflinchingly portrayed here. This is the view from the edge. Nothing is faked, no punches are pulled, every groan and scream is real, every drop of sweat and bruise is authentic. Director Slater has created a landscape where pleasure and pain converge and intoxicate any who venture in. He has populated it with a plethora of hand-picked pervs. A group of studs possessed by an all-consuming sexual fever that drives them to explore every option they can. In the tradition of Christopher Rage's My Masters, fisting, flogging, beating, and bondage are just a few of the ingredients in this cornucopia of kink. Be forewarned: this is not for the faint of heart!