Brute: A Wrestling Fan's Dream" delivers on its titular promise, especially for this wrestling fan. Not only am I a wrestling fan, but an ex-wrestler. Yes, dear readers, Butch Harris once wrestled with the best of 'em, nearly going state champ, in fact. That was a long time ago, though, and long before I became a fudge-packer. So this flick really pushed my buttons. But there's also a David-and-Goliath thing going on, one guy is much bigger than the other in most of the match-ups. The story is about two buddies, Jim Slade and Ben Campezi, who decide to join a wrestling gym (their girlfriends, Sara Diaz and Lola Laywell, haven't a clue, it seems). Hilarious sexuality hijinx and madcap sexual antics ensue.
The first scene features two jockstrap-clad wrestlers, Tony Cage and Jason Hawke. Well, I guess they're wrestlers, they don't wrestle, but their sucking and fucking takes place on the mat. Tony is the macho pretty-boy featured on the box cover, and Jason, quite fine himself, could be Tony's younger brother. They suck face for a bit, smacking their lips together noisily as built-like-a-shit-brick-house Jim Slade watches ringside. Jason drops to his knees to suck Tony's beauty of a dick, rock-hard and perfectly pink of color. Jason does a bang-up job, as he is wont to do, deep-throating repeatedly without gagging once. Tony does likewise on Jason's uncut rod, matching Jason in skill and desire. Jason upends Tony's butt, and takes his juicy tongue to the pucker, laving the hole with saliva before Tony fucks him doggy smack-dab in the middle of the ring.
Jeremy Jordan is a clever little pup. He asks beefaroni Jay Poison to teach him how to wrestle. Okay, Jeremy, you want to learn how to wrestle. Yeah, right, we believe you. Jay tells him to put on a singlet and meet him in the ring. Jeremy is a slender blond and Jay is a hulking behemoth who has, like, 200 pounds on Jeremy, and a maybe a foot in height. No matter. Jay shows him the moves, all right, right down to his knees as he shoves his big brown dong down his throat. Jay's cock dwarfs little Jeremy's cute face. But Jeremy gets the big thing down his throat with no problem, he's quite the cocksucker. Jay then eats wood, too, taking a licking to Jeremy's small but incredibly rigid boner, inhaling the pretty pecker like a pro. Jay, kneeling, lets Jeremy stand and spew his ejaculate on his pec, and then Jay towers over Jeremy and showers him with goo. I'm not kidding, it's a huge load of cum. I'm not sure that Jeremy learned how to wrestle after that lesson, but he certainly learned how to suck huge dick.
Rocco Bossi has a humongous uncut dick, the biggest in the flick. He's presumably the garbage collector for the gym as he jerks said dick behind the gym near the dumpsters. What is clear, however, is the dong hanging off his tall, smooth body is long, thick and loaded with lots of foreskin. He strokes his dick and his hole, turning around spreading his cheeks and exposing the hairy buttcrack for the camera before dumping his load by the dumpster.
Jason, apparently a wrestling coach, tells Jim that he has to get fucked if he loses his next match. Jim scoffs at such a proposition, telling Jason he's not into guys. Uh-huh. ANYWAY, Jim's opponent is sex-on-a-stick Andreas, a tough he-man of a fellow with a short-short haircut and a gorgeous right-curving dick. He's a major stud. Jim, too, is a knockout: buff, handsome and unstoppable sexually. They grope each other, and then take turns sucking cock. Andreas almost outdoes Jim. Almost. Andreas then fucks the stuffing out of Jim's muscle-butt, doggy- and sit-style. Andreas gives Jim a glorious facial, gobs of cum dripping off Jim's face post-ejaculation. Jim then stares at and sniffs Andreas' just-spent cock as he jerks himself off, his load landing on Andreas' big foot.
The final scene features the coach, Jason, and Ben Campezi, a Latin stunner with jet-black hair and a smooth humpy body by Fisher. They roll around on the mat sucking cock, then Jason rims and finger-fucks Ben on a stool before Ben fucks Jason, doggy then missionary, to climax.
"Brute" is hot as hell, loaded with he-men and pretty-boys in equal measure.
DVD features: Chapters; behind-the-scenes footage; slide-show gallery; trailer ("The MatriXXX"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Butch Harris
Ben Campezi and Jim Slade, buffed and oozing machismo, decide they want to learn how to wrestle. But this is a Blue Blake movie, albeit one directed by veteran videographer Andre Adair, so Campezi and Slade are in for more butt-slamming than body slams. Awkward editing leads to some muddled continuity, but wrestling fans won't be distracted, with their attention occupied by, among others, wall of muscle Jay Poison, mega-hung Rocco Bossi and gorgeous jock Tony Cage.
Cage is lushly photographed on the DVD cover but appears only in the first scene. He's tall and brawny, with a smooth athletic build and a gruff straight guy demeanor, but Cage makes out with hunky Jason Hawke like he's enjoying himself immensely. His cock quickly bulges out of his jockstrap, and Hawke goes to town on it. Cage briefly reciprocates and gives Hawke's plush ass a desultory lick with his tongue. He springs back to life when they begin to fuck; their low-key sensuality is apparent in Cage's moans and Hawke's pleasurable groans. Hawke cums nicely as he rides Cage's boner to tie up the scene.
The second scene has Hawke's real-life boyfriend, Jeremy Jordan, bartering lessons from Jay Poison, an actual wrestling pro lured to the dark side (ha-ha) by Blue Blake. Jordan's blond adorableness is impossible to resist; just watch the naughty grin playing across his lips when Poison grips him from behind and Jordan slowly grinds his pert bubble butt into Poison's crotch. Jordan skillfully sucks off the older, far bulkier Poison, and it's a sexy pairing. But it is also clear that Jordan was reaching for more reciprocation. Nevertheless, he sports a constant boner and pops a nice money shot in this oral-only vignette; Poison, in turn, dumps a huge, wet load all over Jordan's smooth chest.
Hawke turns up again to briefly wrestle Campezi. The underwear-clad hunks take a breather while Hawke reminisces about a garbage collector who taught him about mansex or something. The story line and continuity turn muddy at this point, but we have gigantically hung Rocco Bossi as a welcome distraction. He slowly teases out from his jeans an uncut penis so long and thick my jaw ached just watching it. Too bad he didn't have any help bringing himself off. Bossi, bulky and smooth-chested like most of the cast, caps his moment by shooting long, sticky ropes of semen.
In the fourth scene, it's finally Jim Slade's turn for some action. He plays a straight guy who mysteriously has no gag reflex and rides a cock like a seasoned cowboy. Newcomer Andreas sports a sizable piece of meat, but Slade sucks it down with practiced ease. Andreas clearly enjoys the working over his cock receives and responds in kind, aggressively face-fucking Slade (the only time it happens in the movie) and then attempting to beat Slade's gorgeous ass into submission. No suck luck there because Slade can handle anything you throw at him. But damn if his tanned globes don't look good enough to eat as he slides up and down a stiff boner. Andreas closes out the scene by giving Slade a decent facial.
In the fifth and final vignette, Hawke and Campezi finish off what they started. Campezi is a gorgeous, compact bundle of Italian studliness, and although his stunning ass has been worked over in previous Big Blue films, here he instead delivers Hawke a moderately rough plow. Like Jordan/Poison, Hawke works hard to bring out Campezi's inner pig but falls a bit short. Nevertheless, he yelps loudly as Campezi humps him and, as he does in the first scene, cums with Campezi's cock still lodged in his rectum.
The film as a whole boasts Blue Blake's trademark sly humor, as well as his usual twist on straight guys whose sexual orientation is more fluid than they ever realized. Tech credits (primarily editing and sound) are rougher than we've come to expect from this rapidly growing studio, but it's still worth a wank, especially if you still harbor locker room fantasies about your high school wrestling team.
- J.C. Adams