If the films to come out of the region are any indication, there must be something in the waters of Eastern Europe, for one performer is invariably more beautiful than the next. Certainly this is the case in Pacific Sun Entertainment's latest import, Abduction Zone. In the enthusiastic cast of nine, all are blessed with the three requisites for explicit filmmaking: Handsome faces, glorious physiques and enviable erections.
Of the nine, however, there is one demigod who steals every frame he is in. Like all of the cast members, he is identified only by a first name, and that is Boris. Luckily, he performs in three scenes, and if he is still somewhat limited in his repertoire of male-male sex acts, he can be forgiven, for those he does perform, he performs with an innate zest and skill. His dazzling presence and heated performance make the viewer pray that he will do more next time out. If he does, he could become an international superstar.
Abduction Zone is a series of five explicit scenes tied together by the premise that the unnamed country of the film is in the throes of civil war (choose your headline), and the government has instituted a compulsory draft. Most of the men herein prefer to make love, not war (as they used to say in the '60s), and all set about to dodge the draft.
The first couple we see are Andrej (a lean brunet with tattoos on both shoulders, who has burned up the screen under the name Imre T. in High Octane's Farm Boys and Uncut Memories) and Milos (a superbutch brunet who has worked extensively under a number of names, most notably as Peter Krisztia for Falcon International). Upon hearing that they are about to be called up, they flee to the countryside and hide in an abandoned farmhouse. But it is not long before their gonads conquer their fear, and they come out of hiding to spread a blanket under the autumnal trees and go at each other. Both are veteran performers, and they deliver skilled if not inspired performances. Andrej services Milos, who does not reciprocate but does throw his partner a steady fuck. The heat is respectable, but both have delivered far better in previous works.
In time, they are caught by the military police and taken to a training camp where one of the other inductees, Stefan (a boyish brunet newcomer with an impish face) is injured during exercises and is taken to the infirmary by Tito (one of the most familiar Eastern European veterans, who first worked for Kristen Bjorn as Alexei Gromoff). There, in the yellow and green tent, the medic, Boris, awaits. From the moment we first see him, in white scrubs, he is the center of attention until he fires off his final money shot. We especially call your attention to his nigh-perfect six-pack of abs, his alabaster butt, his powerful thighs, his expressive face and his beer can cock with its surfeit of rubbery foreskin.
Boris strips Stefan, bandages his leg and begins to caress his body and manually coax him to erection. In no time, he and Tito are both working over the youthful recruit, heatedly kissing each other as they feed their uncut cocks to him. Tito fucks the kid first, sitting in a chair while the fresh-faced bottom sits on him, but the yeoman's share of the topping is performed by Boris. This is a man who knows how to fuck, and he does so in a number of positions before bringing himself off with a light grip and spilling a creamy stream all over Stefan's cock. Tito delivers an equally potent load on Stefan's chest, but there is no money shot from the bottom boy.
The third scene focuses on another pair of delectable draft dodgers, Jurij (a dirty-blond bodybuilder and the box coverboy, who appears to be the most uncomfortable with male-male sex of anyone in the film) and Ivan (a brunet, glossily handsome George Hamilton look-alike who is not at all uncomfortable with male-male sex). They too have fled to the country and are hiding in another abandoned building, and they too soon forget the war to go at it in the tall grass just outside. Jurij chews gum throughout, does not suck cock and is slow to rise, but his breathtaking physique hides a multitude of sins. About three-quarters of the way through the scene, he finally begins to relax and enjoy what he is doing, and he ultimately fucks with considerable power if not much inventiveness. Ivan, who is incredibly good-looking, a ravenous cocksucker and an accommodating bottom, does most of the work in the scene, and we look forward to seeing him partnered with someone a tad more interactive.
Boris and Tito return for the fourth and fifth scenes - sort of a finaletto and finale that run together - in a cave-like cellar in which they hide after escaping the military. The scene begins with a romantic coupling between the two of them, builds as two other escapees join them (crewcut Mihail and longer-haired Nikolai, both brunets) and sails over the top as Andrej and Milos return to propel the get-together into a gangbang. And, oh, yes, Jirij stands by watching and whacking off.
Boris and Tito are clearly the powerhouse stars of the film, and their coupling is, within the limits of Boris' activities, quite sensational. They kiss and caress, and Boris bends down to slather Tito's pecs. (We hold our breath for him to go a step lower, but he doesn't, except for some friendly groping.) Tito, as always, is a master of both oral and anal action. He gives head and takes Boris in a number of anal positions, and Boris' ramrod works even better than in his first scene. Both men retain the viewer's focus during the subsequent group action, and audience attention is shared by Andrej, who services everyone orally and bottoms for the entire group - over a barrel, no less.
Although Abduction Zone ends with the formulaic, by-the-numbers sexual choreography that director Marcel Gegen has utilized before in Hungarian College Jocks and Farm Boys - sort of musical chairs fucking - the two-hour-plus film generates plenty of heat, plenty of pulchritude, plenty of beefcake and, most of all, plenty (but not quite enough) of Boris.
- Jerry Douglas