I find it easy to be a particularly tough critic of Chris Ward's fisting epics. You see, where others are content to present fisting merely in its unique standing, Chris has to find a way to up the ante in each film, and he's made a lot of them, so the pot is pretty damn full and I have learned to expect something brand new from each one. Well, Brent, how much can you expect from fisting flicks? Once the hand is in the ass, how much can happen? Travel with me through the second in the "Construction Zone" series, where Master Ward is once again in top form, with a collection of stalwarts and fresh faces who make this film anything but a repeat of past glories. There are some touches here that truly need to be seen to be believed.
There's a lot of tattooed ink in the bare unfinished room where short-haired smooth Daxx Reed is rimming hyper-manly dark Steve Cannon. The jockstrap-clad Steve is told to push his hole out by Daxx. One, that shows Daxx in control of the situation by making Steve work for him and two, it shows Steve's excellent muscular ability. That's about to come in very handy. After Daxx finishes his hearty rimming, he puts on a pair of shiny black gloves, coats them with lube and starts with the fingers, Steve on all-fours and waiting with huge anticipation for the first fist to slide in. It doesn't take long at all and soon Daxx is alternating hands with knowing speed. Of course, Steve is rocking his body back and forth on those hands, helping the fisting along considerably. Daxx keeps his fist solidly buried in Steve, his tight muscular arm fully engaged when he's jiggling it around inside. Daxx has the coolest calmest look on his face as he's plowing deeply into Steve, but the miracle of the duo is that Steve has an even more relaxed look, and he's the one getting punched up the ass! What's very nice to see here is not just the top enjoying himself, but an active fisting bottom who is clearly delighting in both his own pleasure and that of his top.
The second scene opens with a mouthwatering sight. His name is Remy Delaine and he's a catch. Absolutely beautiful with intense sharp features, a razor-thin beard, stunning body and an uncut dick that flaccid hangs far down to his knees, his fist is already in Jessie Balboa when the action starts. The fist isn't seen immediately, just Remy in all his sensual glory, his arm somewhere inside Jessie's untanned hot ass. Jessie is taking a page from Steve's book and doing a lot of the work here, with Remy allowed to stand still like a glamorous statue at times while his fist is worked by Jessie. The title may be "Working Man's Hands," but they have such equal partners in the asses here. Once the two get into a rhythm, bearded Jessie is found to be the recipient of pleasing aggression from Remy. His not a snarling top, but rather a quiet one who isn't afraid to get in there deep, just without the fanfare that lots of fisting tops often show. Jessie, quite frankly, owns a lot of this scene by the sheer work he does, long into it. His ass doesn't seem at all tired, and considering that Remy hand barely leaves it, and does so only for mere seconds when it does, that's quite a marvel. When Jessie flips over onto his back, he cradles his neck in his hands so he can watch what Remy is doing and now Remy is playing is super careful. He's slow and methodical, pulling out with such precise timing, but rarely fully, always keeping Jessie very well stretched. There's a sinfully hot moment shot very close up that shows hairs on Remy's arm, one by one, dirtied by the lube, being sucked into Jessie's hole oh-so slowly. Remy seems truly dazzled by what Jessie is doing with him. Jessie is able to cum with Remy still far inside him and then Remy hits the camera with a handless cum-shot just staring at Jessie's spent ass.
Steve is back, this time working alone, his balls in a scary leather cockring and a steel rod inserted into his dick. He's almost maniacal with the speed used, enraptured and not even looking at it (looking instead heatedly at the camera), an obvious pro at this sort of thing. So many times when guys do the steel-rod routine, they barely breathe while it's going on, but Steve is unbelievably professional here, frightening in his prowess for this most tender of tasks. Adding a twist to the concept, Steve uses another rod to anchor the first one and fucks the rod, letting it go as far into his dick as it possibly can. And fast! This pig the takes a curved rod, thicker than the other and hams it down his pisshole. He does this to himself tirelessly, but it's far from the scariest thing he'll do. Taking on the mythic awe-inspiring "how'd he do that" aura of an old-time circus carnie, he then inserts a nail through a Prince Albert piercing hole and nails his cock to the table! Okay, I get the whole blue collar thing and the hammer and nail works to that end, but my goodness! This could easily make even the most experienced hardcore porno fans wince. If that doesn't, how about the moment where he lightly pounds his balls with the hammer, his dick still nailed to the table? After all of this, he's still able to cum!
Raging Stallion fisting bottom extraordinaire Simon Cox, black, pierced, tattooed and superbly nasty looking, shows up in the fourth scene. Anyone familiar with Simon's work knows this is going to be quite an ado, but think again. At first, he's merely playing kiss-me with fetching almost boyish-looking Jasper Stone. He soon has Jasper sucking his throbbing Prince Alberted cock, which the latter turns into a fine deep-throat. The fisting starts and the fingers are slipping deep into the ass, but something is different here. Simon is on the gloved side of the action! Finally, this dependable fisting bottom is exacting his revenge on all of the feverish tops who have invaded his ass and Jasper is his lucky victim. Simon doesn't waste any time slamming his first into Jasper's ass, with Jasper reacting to every maneuver. His body twitches and he reels up when Simon gets another inch down. And when Simon goes inches, he really goes inches. There are no pleasantries here. Simon is a raging fast-paced grueling top. But, he meets no complaints from Jasper, so he doesn't stop at any point. At times, Jasper's butthole is such a mass of messy white lube and black gloves that it looks like Simon is trying to dig two hands in at once. And the skinny white boy on the end of those hands is handling it with aplomb. Daxx and Steve were a clear team. Remy took things nice and slow for Jessie, but Simon is all guts and glory as he socks the hell out of Jasper's butthole. His restless punch-fisting to meet Jasper's pushed-out hole late in the game is huge and impressive. But, Jasper keeps his legs spread apart as far as they will go and allows Simon the fullest of access.
The finale returns Steve Cannon and Daxx Reed to action, but adds one of my personal Raging Stallion faves, bald-headed hairy Andy Dill, a towering figure who can rattle off a pig session up there with the best of them. Steve is lazing in a sling with gloveless Andy very smoothly fisting him. He does it with such graceful ease one almost expects twinkling cocktail-hour jazz music to be playing in the background. Nobody involved seems the least bit hassled by anything here. Steve moans happily and Andy just slams in deeper and deeper, going halfway to his elbow without any problem at all. What makes this workout seem different from the others is that Andy isn't wearing a glove and the lube is clear. It almost looks like Andy just decided to spend an afternoon working into Steve's ass, unprepared and just willing with the arm. And Steve was just as willing with his ass. Steve's gaping asshole takes whichever hand Andy wants to use, poking itself completely outward when Andy takes a breather. Daxx helps out by playing at Steve's nipples, just adding to the all-around pleasure of the scene. Andy slips his gaping paw into Steve with such ease that it almost redefines how wide an ass can stretch. Steve barely seems to feel it! So, Andy goes wildly fast. Same thing. In a film full of heroes, I think it's clear to stay that Steve is taking home the blue ribbon in his third scene of eye-popping expertise. Steve is rewarded for all of Andy's efforts by a very splashy cum-shot from Daxx to one pec and then another stunner from Andy to the other.
DVD features: Chapters; trailers ("Construction Zone 1: Blue Collar Butthole," "Toolbox Trilogy 2: Hammered" and "FistPack Two: AssMasters"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Brent Blue
Director Chris Ward returns to the "construction zone" theme as a follow-up to the first installment, Blue Collar Buttholes. Without a set-up, Daxx Reed and Steve Cannon start the action off; Reed's arm is already inside the kneeling Cannon and pretty much stays there for the duration of the scene. Just as abruptly as it started, the scene finishes, without an orgasm from either man.
Coverman Remy Delaine is a hot piece of ass with a gorgeous build. He only "tops" Jesse Balboa and does so with care and skill. I was actually looking forward to Balboa impaling hottie Delaine, but that doesn't happen. Balboa does jack off with half of Delaine's arm in his gut, gushing cum all over his cock and balls. In the denouement, Delaine milks out the last of Balboa seed and lubes Balboa's still hard cock with his sticky hands and then massages Balboa's well-used hole with his cum. Pinching his nipples, Delaine delivers a Kristen Bjorn-style hands-free orgasm that drips onto the camera lens.
Cannon appears in a solo where sounding and genital torture are the name of the game. After sliding a nail through the piercing in his cockhead and carefully nailing it into the table, after an explosive cumshot, Cannon drags the nail through his ejaculate and licks it clean.
I would have preferred to see a bit more of a set-up to each scene -- not a plot but at least some type of interaction between the performers before fists start disappearing. Pretty much every scene just jumps right in without any oral play warm-up or rectal loosening with over-sized dildos. The performances are unquestionably authentic and make for a pretty good fetish flick.
- Jack Moore