WARNING!
Description source: promotional material
The military meat of Eastern Europe are on maneuvers and some new recruits are sure to help fire up the troops in the latest installment in the Passions of War series.
After drilling the troops and taking them on a long run for PT, Ken Spencer and Andreas Harris decide they want to take the new sergeant, Glenn Santoro for a ride. Andreas is the first one to spread his cheeks for Glenn. Once he's had enough of Andreas' tight hole Glenn steps aside to see what Ken can do. After taking turns pounding on Andreas' ass, Glenn lays back and lets the troops service his hot cock until all three of them blow their creamy loads.
While playing war games Claudio Antonelli, Austin Rogers, Andreas Harris and Antonio Carrigan take a break and waste no time getting started fucking. The four studs take turns pounding each other holes in every position possible until ass has had it's fill of rock hard cock.
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[Inside the walls of an abandoned building, no roof, no windows, 4 soldiers in green camouflage tank-tops with rifles--Claudio Antonelli (Fu Manchu mustache, spiky tattoo on upper left arm, green fish tattoo on right deltoid), Antonio Carrigan (young, long tendrilly tattoos covering both arms from shoulder to wrist, navel piercing), Andreas Harris (middle-aged, clean shaven, slim, short brown hair, reddish tan, hairy chest, bloody right knee), and Alfredo Castaldo (shortest, stocky, big muscles, short red hair, freckles); inside the building, Andreas tops Claudio from behind on his knees as Alfredo tops Antonio sideways on their uniforms; Alfredo sits on Claudio while Andreas sits on Antonio; in a corner of the building, Andreas and Claudio takes turns sucking, while Alfredo sucks Antonio who is standing in an empty window; then on a cot they form a line: right to left, Alfredo sucks Andreas as Andreas sucks Antonio as Antonio sucks Claudio; Claudio j.o.'s on Antonio.]
To get out of doing drills muscle boy Enrique Gardinelli fakes an injury and gets sent back to camp with Evan Rochelle and Axel Anderson. The plan works and on the way back the studs take a break so that Enrique and Axel can take turns slurping down Evan's big cock. Little do they know the Sgt. Glenn Santoro was on to their little plan and followed along so he could fuck Enrique's hot hole.
In the end its new recruit Antonio Carrigan who stirs things up when he slips something into Sgt. Glenn's drink. Kevin Cage and Fredy Costa know they are fucked now, so they drag Antonio off so they can take it out on his ass and then dump their hot loads on him for good measure. Knowing that they are going to have to face the wrath of Glenn Santoro Kevin and Fredy abandon the army and leave Antonio to stroke his gooey load out all alone.
Imagine being trapped on a remote island, studded by impenetrable rocky cliffs and inescapable by sea. Imagine being forced to run endless maneuvers mid-day while the sun sears your skin. Imagine having to come in contact with the same tired and irritated people, hopelessly trapped just like you, day in, day out. In the real world, such a place might have the inhabitants dying to go A.W.O.L. But once Csaba Borbély sets foot on those distant sands with camera in tow, everything suddenly seems like a circuit party with a sweat-tinged military theme. Indeed, the island inhabitants in "Passions of War: Chapter 4: Maneuvers" aren't flinging themselves from the cliffs in desperation. Instead, they strip off their military-issue tank tops, whip out their pricks and settle in for good times. The crumbling buildings with their abandoned metal and decaying brick make an excellent backdrop for big boys playing war.
Military training -- all those push-ups, drills and long-distance runs -- can wear down even the heartiest of soldiers. Two grunts, Andreas Harris and Ken Spencer, trade one workout for another, abandoning their routine exercises to demonstrate ad hoc skills for their commander's, Glen Santoro, benefit. When the camera finds them, we see them in a shady location, mouths stuffed with cock. All three are blessed with exceptionally heavy cocks, and no one seems shy about grabbing whatever's in front of their nose and getting it slick with spit. Even fancier is the fucking, which started up almost too quickly, getting going just when the blowjobs just started getting good. Dog tags swinging, the videographer makes some deliberate pretty pictures of the action. One particularly memorable moment finds one guy jacking off, poised nearly eight feet about the other two. From his facial expression, the bottom is wholly concentrated on relaxing, the whole thing made difficult by his buddy perched on a crumbling ledge a full story above his face. He eventually touches back to Earth, long enough to take a crack at the bottom boy. With the late-afternoon sun electrifying their bronze skin, the camera zooms close for the cum-shots, all three seated side by side by side, abs flexing tremendously, dog tags wildly jangling, semi-controlled geysers of cum coating their fingers and stomachs.
Maneuvers indeed. The entire cadre of Euro-studs breaks off into two smaller groups for a game of capture the flag. Toting guns and shouting words of encouragement to one another, Group A: Claudio Antonelli, Antonio Carrigan, Austin Rogers and Andreas Harris, snags the coveted flag. Given the choice between a big boast to the other group and celebrating with a victory fuck, they opt to get naked. Claudio Antonelli seems to be the ring leaderhere, undeniably devilish with his goatee and throaty voice. One moment Claudio is winking at his cohorts and the next, he's in the middle of a fuck pile. In this four-way, everyone gets to take a spin on a buddy's prick. My favorite, hands down, was a humpy little redhead. Firmly seated on his top's hips, my gaze kept returning to the gorgeous freckles dotting the cheeks of his ass like stars. The pairs of men get it on side by side, and the bottoms would often jerk their fat pricks while watching the other get plowed. This isn't lovey-dovey fucking, either. Some of it is rapid-fire, the tops gunning their cocks at top speed. The group saves their cocksucking for dessert, once again several of them framing themselves in large blown-out windows, crouching in such a way that every fiber of their quads pops to the surface. All four men keep their cocks close to their bodies when cumming, coveting their own spunk loads.
Some of these guys are so dogged by the endless running, shouting and drilling that they're willing to do anything to get out of one more pointless maneuver. Enrique Gardinelli, a balding powerhouse with what looks like miniature cannonballs for biceps, attempts a clever fake-out. He fakes an ankle injury, immediately employing two comrades, Evan Rochelle and Axel Anderson, to lean on for support. He tells the commanding officer, Glenn Santoro, that he's "too old" for all these military shenanigans, something I never thought I'd hear any porn model admit in my lifetime. Commander Glenn has his suspicions, and before the limping trio even gets a half mile down the path, Enrique and an adorable Axel Anderson are kneeling and worshipping cock. Twisted ankle, my ass! But after taking one look at Evan Rochelle's monstrous dong, I, too, would think up any number of crazy schemes for just one moment of oral bliss. Like they're sharing a flesh lollipop, Axel and Enrique share Evan like the best of friends, even helping by holding Evan firmly by the base while the one or the other is getting in their licks. Before long, Glenn emerges from his hiding place to administer loving admonitions, his first target, Enrique's ass. Such obvious deceit has painful consequences and poor Enrique is forced to give up his cherry for Glenn. It's a tight fit and he takes little pity, despite Enrique's moaning and groaning. Commander Glenn also demonstrates top form when he cums; standing powerfully over the other men, he rocks back slightly and sprays his lower abs with goo. It's a nasty and hot cum-shot, bringing this scorching sequence to an end.
Who knows why any young soldier on this remote island paradise would need to slip a Mickey to a pal in order to seduce him. With sex blooming in every neglected corner, it seems all a boy has to do is take a walk to find love. Perhaps Antonio Carrigan has something slightly more malicious in mind when he offers his fellow recruits, Fredy Costa and Kevin Cage, something spiked from his canteen. But only Commander Glenn is foolish enough to take a swig, immediately feeling the ill effects. Only in porn is punishment meted out in blowjobs. Dodging Antonio's not-so-clever bullet, Fredy and Kevin angrily force Antonio to his knees where he's quickly put into service. While taking enjoyment in having their cocks sucked and humiliating Antonio, Fredy and Kevin kiss and coo, being tender while Antonio is unawares. Rewarding him for his eager ministrations, Kevin squats down and pleases Antonio while Antonio continues to please Fredy. But it's only a brief respite -- Kevin puts Antonio on his back and anally assaults him. Standing atop Antonio, Fredy puts his stiffie directly in Kevin's line of vision, and Kevin takes the bait. Then to ensure that they get through to Antonio, Kevin and Fredy put him through the paces, tag-teaming him then soaking him in spunk. They quickly exit, leaving Antonio alone to bring himself off.
One minor observation is that the music throughout doesn't always fit the mood, no doubt the work of some sound editor with a hardon for show tunes. With selections like "I Love a Parade," "Strike Up the Band" and "76 Trombones" presented medley style, how can you not get sidetracked à la "Name That Tune?" It's a forgivable misstep however, given Borbély's parade of stunning men.
DVD features: Chapters; gallery; trailers ("Little Brother's Big Secret," "Leather Muscle Studs" and "Seven Deadly Sins: Wrath"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent ( http://www.ManNet.com )
This last installment of the Passions of War series concludes with the realization that, despite no commonality in the series, we all just want to see half of Europe's best-looking men getting butt-fucked by the other half.
The concept of this European fuck fest is a game of "capture the flag" turned "butt fuck the fag" played between veteran soldiers and new recruits. While trying to capture the enemy flag, groups of these armed men separate and decide their time would be better spent getting each other off. Directed by Eugene, the same director as the other Passions of War flicks, the actors in all four movies frequently lapse into mechanical motions and formulaic moans. My only complaints about this series is that none of the bottoms cum while getting fucked, and no one in the oral scenes attempt to deep-throat their partners.
There are a few scenes to be noted; lean and sexy Claudio Antonelli bottoms (perhaps for the first time -- I couldn't find any evidence contrary to the fact) and looks damned fine doing it. For your dollar, absolutely the hottest action is in scene three, where two of the soldiers do some amazing oral work on Evan Rochelle, who is just simply perfect. A young, beautiful, muscled brunett with a furry butt, Rochelle likely has the largest cock of the entire well-hung cast. Just watch the jaw stretching his two comrades have to do just to get two inches or so of his cock head in their gaping mouths. Rochelle then sinks his mammoth into his comrade's ass, only after another soldier has opened it up. This scene made the movie so much better in my book; I watched it twice. Okay, okay, three times.
The DVD extras include a scene selection option, a photo gallery, previews and a look at Dirk Yates Web site as well as the All Worlds Resort in Palm Springs.
- Jack Moore