Many cows happily gave up their lives so that the men here could fuck in remarkable style. "Leather Muscle Studs" isn't so much about the leather lifestyle, as the leather serves merely as high couture, a frame for the worked-out and pumped-up models wearing it. These guys are runway ready. Director Csaba Borbély goes inside a dingy rathskeller where the leather-clad patrons don't speak much English. This could be a gay bar just about anywhere, but its distinctly damp and cramped feel is straight out of Berlin in its heyday.
Borbély sets a tone of aggressive, frivolous sex. When three humpy patrons sporting various versions of leather G-strings vault to the top of the bar to dance, the club's more ordinary customers begin openly masturbating during the impromptu show. One older guy gets so worked up, he dumps his scum on the floor. It's only when Borbély takes us to the backroom does the sex begin in earnest.
Ted Colunga, hands down my favorite European model of all time, prone in a sling, is surrounded by three equally humpy leather boys, Clay Robson, Ray Phillips and Carlos Baxter. Metal chains are looped and draped about the space like Christmas decorations gone haywire, Clay gripping two for support as Carlos gives him head. Ted's got his mouth full with Ray, giving head as his boot-clad heels stretch to the ceiling. All of Ted's buddies seem to keep buzzing back to Ted's thick and fat cock, the source of delicious dick honey. And if his cock is wedged in somebody's mouth, Ted asshole also makes good eats. A completely exposed muscular butt in a sling inspires Carlos to put on a rubber and take a dive. Ted is often the last man in the room one would peg for a bottom. But tap an uncut dick on his hole and he quickly morphs into an eager whore. Here, he's somewhat distracted watching Ray get sucked off by Clay a few feet away. Every cock in the room is stiff as steel as the models seem to genuinely enjoy having sex with one another. Now out of his sling and onto his belly, Ted is topped by Ray Phillips. Ray blows Clay while Ted sucks Carlos. And not to be left out, Clay takes his turn fucking Ted. He doesn't last nearly as long as his buddies, blowing what looks to be three hearty tablespoons of thick cream less than an inch from Ted's worked-over asshole. Clay's orgasm causes a domino effect: Clay is still working out his load as each of the remaining three jerk off onto their abs. Each load is nasty, but Clay's is the most voluminous, no contest.
This flick doesn't bother with the pretense of a plot. With only a short fade-out and fade-in, we're thrown back into the sex pit but with a new round of pigs. As the camera pulls back and focuses, revealing the hottest snapshot of the film. In frame is Fred Goldsmith, standing still, twisting his own achingly stiff beer-can-thick cock while Kenny Slade's greased dick slowly tickles his insides. As the camera pulls back even further, we see that it's not Kenny fucking him that inspires Fred to crank his shaft. He's fully engaged watching Kevin Cage and long-haired angel Lucio Maverick take turns blowing one another. Lucio is quite the scene-stealer, his greasy locks dangling while he licks and sucks buddy Kevin. He stops long enough to grab Kevin's head in both hands, putting his tongue in his mouth. Oil barrels and discarded rubber tires in the background, Fred urges Kenny on. Then in the very next frame, it's an entirely new formation, Kenny and Fred have switched top and bottom roles, while Lucio and Kevin surround them with hard pricks in their faces, giving Kenny and Fred a second sex chore to master while fucking. And since Kenny and Fred both like getting their ass banged, it makes sense to switch up again, letting Lucio and Kevin top them respectively. There's no keeping of track all these variations, the pulse of the scene is so red-hot and rapid that it hardly seems to matter just who is fucking who. They finish the scene with a slow circle-jerk, sizing one another up as they stroke their pricks. Out on the periphery is goateed Thomas Frenklin, a sleazy looking stud who's content just to watch. The others don't pressure him to participate, but take full advantage of the stunning visual that Thomas provides. Watching Thomas is what puts Kevin Cage over the top. And just as in the previous segment, once one cock goes off, the other three quickly follow suit. In more innocuous circle-jerks (think straight football players blowing off steam after a game), all that hot goo would be puddle on the floor in front of the participants. Not here. These guys aim their hoses at each other, cum flying every which way.
Vito Magic provides the halftime entertainment with a little break-dancing, à la "Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo." The routine was impressive enough to land him a featured role in the film. The director isn't the only one who is impressed, though. Vito snags the attention of Joshua Rodgers. Like Vito, Joshua is also an adorable standout. Who wouldn't want to lick and bite his cute jug-handle ears? Joshua interrupts Vito's performance and devours him, practically swallowing the lower half of Vito's face with his passion. Josh eats ass with equal zeal, using one of his big hands to keep Vito's pink pucker exposed for rimming. Josh may look sweet, but he likes his sex rough and tumble. He aggressively finger-fucks Vito's butt, then forces him to his knees for cock worship.
Inevitably, pig sex in any bar backroom will draw a crowd. But rather than interrupt the private party, Daniel Paxton and Julian Vincenzo start their own, swapping blowjobs through a chain-link fence. Both models are hung, but Daniel Paxton is the obvious baby-doll of the pair with boy-next-door looks and demure demeanor. I'm guessing these guys are doing everything they can to keep the sex impersonal. With the wall of chain-link remaining between them, Dan offers Julian a peek at his hairy ass. Unfazed, Julian fucks Dan without bothering to step around the fence. Like getting fucked on your back? No problem -- Dan scoots a short leather bench right up to the fence, and invites Julian to pick up where he left off. These guys eventually do fuck face-to-face, on their sides on the floor, nice n' cozy. After some expert head, Julian gives his buddy a facial. Daniel quickly stands up, warm juice sliding down his jaw, and erupts on Julian's cock while Julian is still pumping out his load.
All the while, Josh has been banging Vito in a sling. Vito's expression is almost giddy. He's obviously in love with the sensation of meat seesawing in and out of his ass. Being constrained in the sling gives him zero control, so when an unsatisfied Daniel strolls over, leans against the wall and shows his hole to the only top in the room, Josh abandons Vito and slips inside Dan. Rather than get mad, Vito resigns himself to the voyeur role. Daniel gets off a second time just as Vito and Josh are milking out their first loads.
The final vignette once again features Ted Colunga, this time pleasuring only two men instead of three, Julian Vincenzo, freshly finished from playtime with Daniel, and Robert Gregorio. It's anybody's guess how long Robert has been fucking Ted while Ted blows Robert, but when the camera finds them to record the action, they're in the thick of it. Ted, weak in the knees from being banged while standing, takes a load off and sits on Julian's prick. Ted Colunga is masterful at creating erotic tension, deliberately sinking down on Julian a half inch at a time, not for the pleasure it gives Julian but for his own. Jutting from between his legs is one of gay porn's hottest uncut dicks, fully erect, head shiny and bloated, looking as if it could explode at any moment. With Ted's sphincter grasping him like a velvet glove, Julian sucks on Robert. Then it's back into the sling where Robert takes a crack at everybody's favorite ass. And if you're still wondering why I lust for Ted Colunga, bear witness to the finale of the three-way. Ted stands on a platform above his buddies, putting his beautiful cock at mouth level. While stroking themselves, Julian and Robert take turns sucking Ted, eager to be the mouth that gets him off. Testosterone crackles as all three men spill their seed on the floor.
My tendency is to run from leather-flavored porn. "Leather Muscle Studs" was a remarkable exception. Instead of coming off as mere kink, here the leather was a spicy adornment, a sensual compliment to the men wearing it. And while I'm not quite ready to run out and buy a harness of my own, this film will certainly be a permanent part of my wardrobe.
DVD features: Chapters; gallery; trailers ("Pig Trough" and "Mount Jack"); no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent