The pleasures contained within J.D. Slater's "The Red and The Black" read like a twisted laundry list of sideshow acts, not the least of which are ball torture, flogging, and titplay. The cast is undeniably strong in every sense of the word, an impressive gathering of hairy, horny men rise to the occasion when it's a balls-to-the-wall sexfest. It's not altogether clear why the film is titled as it is; there's nary a checkerboard in sight. These two colors are at once the blood marrow of these men and something much more ethereal.
Danny Mann, a fully-bearded muscle bear, can be as tender as he is gruff. Crouching between his thighs is Colin West. At first all we see of Colin are the wild and expansive tribal tats which cascade over his back and triceps. He's busying himself with Danny's cock, clothed only in a jockstrap, shockingly white in the dark space. His muscular build makes him as powerful as Danny, but for the moment, he's content to be subservient, puffing up his chest and hoping to impress his fuckmate. Danny responds by bunching up his fists and pounding Colin's chest back down, forcing him to focus on sucking his prick. As Danny gets blown, he peels off one layer of clothing at a time, slowly revealing a furry chest and raging tattoos of his own. The lighting here throws gorgeous shadows over their bodies, creating deep canyons underneath their pecs and making already impressive muscle look that much bigger. When Danny catches sight of Colin's ass, he gives the twin muscle the same pummeling with his knuckles, an erotic prelude to the fuck that's about to come. Having a humpy lumberjack between your legs would inspire most men I know to grab their pricks and jack. Colin patiently holds his ankles and concentrates. Unable to resist, he does eventually flog his prick until it erupts, his silver Prince Albert jangling while the cum flies. Daddy Danny gets off just moments later.
Erik Hunter and Nick Piston serve up a little black on white in the next segment, their bodies sexily trimmed in smoky leather. Nick is gorgeous, a bearded, muscular hottie quite unlike either stud from the previous scene. Erik is quite a contrast, noticeably stockier and cutting a threatening figure. As Nick drops to sample Erik's considerable cock, he has to push his airman's goggles to the back of his skull. This is extreme gear, but on Nick, it looks less remarkably authentic. As the camera closes the distance on Erik's cock, the viewer gets an excellent view of exactly what Nick is faced with, a piece of meat that qualifies as a flesh weapon. Erik moves from sucking Nick's mouth to sucking his ass. The expressions of pleasure ripping across Nick's face are priceless, and his amplified growls and shouts only further prove the point. Erik fucks rough, delivering exactly what Nick is vocally begging for. The snapshots of Nick on his back, a dick stuffed deep in his butt and his pecs jiggling wildly were my favorites in "The Red and The Black."
J.D. Slater serves up hot seconds, but watching Danny Mann with Ken Braun doesn't seem like leftovers for a single second. A little pit worship gets this session going before Danny spends some time giving head instead of receiving it. Before I could truly savor the hot visual of Danny sucking cock, Ken turns him around and exposes Danny's ass for the camera. Now, I've seen my share of bubble-butts, but Danny's ass, encased in a red jockstrap, tops the list. Not only is it full and round, it's covered in brown fuzz. Ken sinks his tongue into the center, a paw on each cheek to hold his snack in place. With the pleasure comes the pain. Bearing a multi-stranded, leather cat-o'-nine tail, Ken plants his feet and flogs his buddy. Danny remains stationary, confined against a column. He seems determined to keep his expressions neutral, even when Ken alternates the rhythm of his flogging and picks up the pace. It's a lovely session that sadly has to end; Ken praises his fuck bud with kisses where it burns. Danny pleases Ken's hole, his bearded maw almost lost between the muscle of Ken's ass. When the toys come out, it's Ken and not Danny who's opening his ass up wide. Unlike his leather buddy, Danny shows some mercy, cranking the toy into Ken with slow and gentle circular twists. He tops Ken, and looks damn good when he fucks to cum. For me, it's his well-groomed beard and gorgeous chest hair that will continue to permeate my leather fantasies going forward.
Lastly, Ken Braun, Erik Hunter, Danny Mann and Nick Piston gather for some group lovin'. Danny is holding court with Nick and Ken between his legs. From the FDNY cap to the cigar he's smoking to his level disposition during sexplay, Danny Mann gives the finest performance throughout. He stands powerfully, several feet above Nick and Ken, putting his fuzzy crotch right about eye level. At times, both muscle pups are servicing him and others, one sucks while the other busies himself sucking his partner even lower to the floor. Erik shows up right when the rimming gets underway, feasting on Ken's hole while Nick continues to blow Danny. Ken gets the most intense rimjob; and his keeps leather boots pointing skyward, making his rosebud infinitely accessible to Erik. J.D. Slater even manages to stuff gloryholes, tit clamps, vacuum pumps and more flogging into his finale, including one tantalizing short segment where Danny flips his baseball cap backwards and diddles, sucks and tortures Nick Piston's cock and balls, Nick's genitalia heavily adorned with plastic ball clamps. Finally, the men drape Erik over the gleaming chrome of a motorcycle and take turns using his ass. Each man in turn dumps his seed on the bike, leaving their mess for some unlucky -- or lucky, depending on your point of view -- schmo to polish off.
This one's heavy on the kink, the equipment, and muscle -- not extreme, but it's no primer, either. And the horny muscle bears provide countless hyper-masculine visuals from the first frame to the last, epitomized by one Danny Mann.
DVD features (2-disc set): Chapters; music disc (J.D. Slater's "Stations of the Cross" music on a separate disc); trailers ("Centurion Muscle" and "Hardsex"); classic solo (J.D. Slater's jerk-off from Wakefield Poole's 1985 release "One, Two, Three ..."); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent