In my opinion, Cazzo of Berlin, Germany consistently produces groundbreaking gay erotica. Their productions tend to be edgier and raunchier than most of their American counterparts. And Jörg Andreas' "Sex Pigs" has some of the most ingenious sex I've seen in a while -- as well as some of the bounciest dicks.
In a large and abandoned warehouse, two drug dealers, Darius Marx and skinhead Franz DuBois, meet with a client, Thom Barron, who drives up in a BMW. The men give Thom a suitcase full of white pills in exchange for money. Thom hangs around while Franz rounds up one of his employees, Eduardo Cortez. Franz puts Eduardo on the forklift, on all-fours, and drives him to Thom, who is now out of his suit and standing naked with his boner poking out. It's a sensational sight. Franz places him so that Eduardo's lips can reach Thom's huge cock -- and then Franz inventively eases the forklift forward and backward so that Eduardo's mouth goes back and forth on the joystick. After Thom has been worshipped, he gets Eduardo off the forklift and makes him lick his shoes. Right after that, Thom tears off Eduardo's jeans and reveals his bony ass, which he instantly sticks his tongue into, before doing some serious mounting. The tall, blond and beautiful Thom is somewhat remote but he knows how to take care of a hot butt. After his vicious topping, he cums, messily, all over Eduardo's face.
Tim Vincent, a lanky brunet, and dark-skinned David Daniels, decide to take some time out of their work and devote it to each other. Taking one of the pills each, they lose all inhibitions. Their give-and-take is palpable, beginning with the two men flashing two lengthy, veiny dicks and then trading blows. Tim and David slurp with such precision that cum-shots from both come quickly. Still horny, they also eagerly munch each other's holes, sticking their tongues up as far as they can. This is an elegant, very surprising loop, with the taller, beefier David unexpectedly acting as bottom. He hunches over to let Tim work in and out of him, then lands on his back with his legs up for more grinding. With Tim pounding away, David shoots a gooey load all over his manly hairy chest. Tim jacks his own cream so that it lands on the face and hungry lips of his co-worker. This scene is unquestionably the high mark of this production.
Next, a pair of bikers, Andreas Stich and Rick Speer, enter the warehouse, looking for a place to play. Seeing no one, they start to strip down, diving first into a wet kiss with lots of tongue. Andreas is the cover model (largest image, right-hand side, U.S. box cover), with a masculine face, tight body and a gargantuan penis. His nipples are also pierced, and he wears a Prince Albert and even has a ring piercing under his balls. Rick takes his dick and the jewelry as a main course orally, rarely bobbing up for air. Andreas is rather limited in his repertoire, but does eat his mate's ass after his cock has been serviced. Their pummeling is rather savage, with Andreas slipping inside his lover's backside without even taking his P.A. out. For Rick's part, he is willing to be used, moaning with pleasure and twitching around for optimal penetration. These guys are clearly into each other, and although Andreas isn't very much into giving, he and Rick kiss throughout the loop, most notably as they are banging away like dogs.
Inside the warehouse, leather mates Leo Konig and his "slave" Uwe Wagner pay for their drugs with a boy instead of money. They, too, take a pill before they leave which sends them into instant sexual bliss. Uwe is the subservient one here, and Leo isn't easy on him, alternating between blowing him and often slapping his naked balls. At one point, Leo ties up the boy's genitals and squeezes his scrotum into the shape of a potato. Getting rougher, Leo also brings out a set of black dildos that he first feeds to his partner then uses up his behind. Testing the limit of their relationship, Leo finally sticks a hand up Uwe's ass, and it is rapidly swallowed up. The loop, like all the others, is photographed especially well, and Uwe eventually jerks his meat to climax with a fist up his hole.
The boy that Leo and Uwe have used for money tries to escape, causing a ruckus outside the warehouse. Alex Wegert, though, is caught by drug dealer Mike French, taken back inside and punished. These are two rough-looking men and their sex is nasty. Mike holds Alex's head down and makes him suck his meat down to the pubes. Although he is being forced to do so, Alex obeys the order in a lengthy bout of fellatio. Mike then uses his hardon on the prisoner's buttcheeks, prying open his pucker with little subtlety. Although Alex is clearly turned on, Mike continues to show he's in command, even tying a belt around Alex's neck and spitting into his mouth while they are screwing missionary. Savage butt-fucking ensues, with Alex exploding while being penetrated, and then letting his captor drop his cum on his him. When they are done, Mike drags the naked captive upstairs.
The punishment scenario comes into play in the next scene as well. Bike intruder Rick is caught and practically "given" to drug dealer Marc Mason. Franz and Darius watch the torture and briefly blow and jack each other. Marc torments Rick by stripping him, making him lick his boot, and then feeding him his rigid erection. Rick, in his second scene, again proves to have elastic jaws as he takes Marc's elongated tool in front of the other two men. Marc removes his cock from Rick's mouth at one point and lets loose with a spray of piss, splashing all over Rick's lips. When Marc is done with the boy, leaving him in a pile on the warehouse floor, Franz and Darius are jolted when Andreas races his bike inside and rescues the helpless Rick.
"Sex Pigs" returns to its leather lovers for its finale. This is an often outlandish scene, not for the squeamish. Vacuum pumps come out and are put to good use. The tandem of Leo and Uwe use the devises to make their own cocks (and balls) thicker and harder. Uwe gets a bulbous pump and plants his meat inside; somehow, Leo, with a smaller pump around his, manages to sink the shaft of his pump into Uwe's butt, while Uwe is pumping himself. It's a very kinky end to a production that routinely trots out the unexpected.
Director Jörg Andreas does a masterful job of setting up and executing the various sex scenes in "Sex Pigs" almost flawlessly.
A Video Review by Max Southern
For all of you out there who are interested in off-the-wall sex games, have we got a lollapalooza for you! Produced by Cazzo Films Berlin for All Worlds Video, it's called Sex Pigs - and it's not to be confused with MSR Video's recent release of the same title. Cazzo's production boasts seven stinging sex scenes, at least three of which are as kinky as it gets. (The other four are merely top-of-the-line nasty.) Director Jorg Andreas here returns to the gritty style of the earliest Cazzo films and once again proves in no uncertain terms what a perverse imagination he has. If this film is any indication, he is one sick puppy - and we are the richer for it.
Cazzo's Sex Pigs opens in a vast, abandoned warehouse where two drug dealers (skinhead Franz DuBois and buzz-cut Darius Marx) meet with a client (international star Thom Barron) who arrives at the scene in a spiffy new BMW. A wad of bills is promptly exchanged for an attaché case of little white capsules that (as we shall discover) seem to be some kind of instant aphrodisiac. Because Barron is obviously a major customer, DuBois fetches one of the workers (Eduardo Cortez) from the on-premises drug factory as a perk for the big-bucks-buyer.
The explicit action gets under way as DuBois places Cortez on all fours on the pallet of a forklift and drives the eager bottom boy right into Barron's waiting erection. Shifting gears back and forth between forward and reverse, DuBois thus controls the oral action that Cortez provides Barron. (What an ingenious way to give head!) The eager slave is a compact brunet with tattoos, piercings, a harness, faded jeans and an insatiable appetite - and Barron takes full advantage of him. A rough round of face-fucking is followed by a spate of boot licking before Barron rips opens the seat of the kid's jeans and devours his ass. Then the fucking begins. Here, the versatile Barron is strictly top, and he drives his boy toy to orgasm while plugged, then sprays his own copious load all over Cortez's face. This is a shamelessly clever, superbly photographed, high-energy opener.
In the second scene, back in the drug factory, two of the other workers, paled-skinned Tim Vincent and ebony-skinned David Daniels, take a drug break, drop a couple of the capsules themselves and go at each other with chemically enhanced frenzy. After a flurry of kissing, Vincent (an A-1 cocksucker) springs Daniels's cobalt cock out of its fly and devours it down to the pubes. In time, Daniels kneels to return the favor and endure a double-time battery of face-fucking. There is great reciprocity as they shift back and forth until both have blown their first loads of the day, and then things really heat up. They rim each other and soon begin to fuck (Vincent tops). Each beams with blurry delight as he watches the effect he is having on his partner, and the eye contact is as arousing as the cock-to-ass action. The money shots are gloriously messy too.
The third scene focuses on a pair of bikers (Andreas Stich and Rick Speer) who stray into the warehouse in search of a place to have sex. Stich is the find of the film. Wearing a skin-tight red-and-black leather cycle suit, he looks like a comic strip superhero, and the effect is enhanced by his piercing eyes, chiseled features and smoldering demeanor. From the neck up, he is Clark Kent; from the neck down, he is Superman. Gradually, we discover he is a poster boy for infibulation: Rings in both tits, a stud through his tongue, a Prince Albert in his cockhead, and another ring under his balls. All this hardware seems to arouse both of them, and on a catwalk over the factory floor, they go at it like two wolves in heat. Speer does all of the cocksucking, Stich limits his oral action to eating ass - and each is supremely adept at what he does. The first set of splatter shots is superbly lensed, and then the lupine Stich effortlessly slides his long, lean cock - sheathed PA and all - into Speer's waiting ass. Born to bottom, Speer contentedly floats off, and Stich smugly watches the sensations he is producing in his partner. This is a match made in pig heaven, and the second set of money shots confirm the fact.
In the next scene, a pair of multi-pierced leather men (burly Leo Konig and his quirky bottom boy Uwe Wagner) arrive to make a purchase. They pay for their drugs with a bound-and-gagged slave they've kidnapped for the boss, and they pop a couple of pills even before they get out of the warehouse. Wagner immediately eases into a submissive position, and Konig goes to work on him, groping, kissing and repeatedly punching him in the balls. A generous master and a master deep-throatist, he yanks out Wagner's fleshy cock and purple balls and sucks on them, getting rougher by the minute. Soon he has produced a pair of huge black dildos that he proceeds to alternate in opening up Wagner's willing hole. Then a tense handballing duet culminates in Wagner frantically pounding himself to orgasm with Konig's fist up his ass. Strangely enough, both are so focused on each other that the episode plays out as a bizarre love scene.
The most gratuitous sequence (and the most formulaic) is up next. In it, another drug dealer (Mike French) roughs up the new slave (Alex Wegert). The action is energetic but neither inventive nor especially heated. Wisely, the action soon moves on to the drug dealers as they become aware of the two biker intruders, catch one of them (Speer, the bottom) and are soon playing out a punishment scenario with him and dirty blond Marc Mason. While DuBois and Marx deep-throat each other, Speer proves to be a willing victim, sucking, bootlicking and taking a golden shower from Mason.
The film concludes with its most outregeous scene of all. In it, the action shifts back to the two leather lovers, who have finished fisting and are ready for another exercise in perversity. Wagner eases Konig's already considerable cock into the cylinder of a plastic vacuum pump, and we are treated to views of its amazing expansion in a series of tight close-ups. Then he slips his own cock - and balls - into another cylinder and pumps them up before slipping a couple of condoms over Konig's lucite-encased erection, which now looks to be the better part of a foot long. And that's how they fuck - pumping and pumping, as it were. The sight of this superhumanly enhanced appendage effortlessly drilling into Wagner's ass as his balls swell to the size of purple grapefruits is an image to remember. This is a scene for viewers who think they've seen everything.
Depending on your point of view, Sex Pigs will either be the zenith or the nadir of depravity, but no self-respecting fetishist should miss it.
- Jerry Douglas